Above the smoke-filled wasteland, the radio waves boiled, and the faint dragon roar tore through the wind.

Stormbird weaved through the clouds, looking down from above, on the reddish-brown plains, silver-white cobwebs were stretching outward, metal crawling over the brown earth, and emerald green lightning rising.

"Praise !! Hades"

The engine roared, and the Iron Rider sprinted straight into the enemy's ranks, the glittering green lightning machine colliding with the flesh machine wrapped in an abomination arc in a loud bang.

Chanting praises, the Great Sage slammed down on his foe, his venated, sharp lower feet stabbed to the opposite side, and the torn strips of red robe cloth turned to blood in the writhing joints.

"Heresy !!"

The Great Sage shouted, and she slammed another axe at the raw flesh mechanical creature that had been knocked down by the foot thorns, striking the monster's head, the imprisoned demon screaming, her sound-receiving mechanism destroyed, and the worms twisted from the metal cables burst out of their bodies and rushed at her—

A bright green light illuminated her face distorted with disgust, and the scorching stench was heard, and the cables fell to the ground.

A huge slamming sound sounded, and a warrior of steel rushed towards the sage who was still looking at the body of his enemy, and the next moment, a war hammer was thrown from behind the sage, and with the fire, the father of steel raised his hammer and smashed it into the attacking iron warrior.

The Great Sage struck suddenly, and immediately turned his gun to the next enemy.

In the distance, ancient and blasphemous chants rise, numbers accompanied by characters, mechanical fury, and Vashtor spreads its wings and rises into the sky, every cable with teeth and claws, it stands on the edge of the sky illuminated by the fire of hell, shouting out to its devotees.

Flames burned beneath its feet, snaking into the array like vipers, and the furnace fire of the Creator burned in every Iron Warrior and Desecrated Creation, metal cables rising and cracking fangs.

The soldiers roared and roared at the enemy, and the flames on their bodies rushed to the opposite side.

The flames of the Skyrim illuminated every Iron Warrior who was battling the Iron Hand, the blazing and twisted flames of hell burning with abomination.

And on the far side—

The earth fell silent under the darkness, absolute darkness and silence descended, and from time to time, the green lightning suddenly exploded, and for a moment, the living beings could catch a glimpse of the strange metal sculptures slowly rising in the sky.

In the darkness, a little bit of silver and white is dim, like stars in the night.

A deep, piercing cold flickered in the eyes of every Iron Warrior, and their eyes were pitch black.

In the dark and tumbling river Styx, a little starlight bursts out, it is the last moment of light for the soul, the light explodes, and then falls into the rolling Styx, falling into eternal sleep.

Blasphemous fires were extinguished in the waters of the River Styx, and finally let out a hoarse scream.

Hades took a deep breath, he was suspended in mid-air, a faint pure white glow reflected on his face, he heard every prayer, and the radio waves became tangible, flowing in front of him like flowing strings.

The wind whistled rapidly in his ears, as if it was not him moving, but the space was suddenly shortening, and Hades was expressionless, closer, closer and closer.

His eyes reflected the two people fighting, and the mechanical monster that was expanding.

Perturabo blinked in discomfort, trying to shake off the chill that shook his soul, clenching his teeth, blood oozing from between his teeth.

The furnace breaker that Fenus had cleaved suddenly magnified in his eyes!

Clang!

The spark exploded, and Fernus immediately raised his hammer and slashed again, and the flames of hell burned behind Perturabo, the stench that stung the Lord of Medusa's nose.

The two primordials entangled at unimaginable speeds, their bodies turning into phantoms in the air, and the two gray mist moved rapidly.

Vashtor whispered as he raised his hammer, its fingertip blade pointing in the direction of the original battle.

Behind Pertulabo, hidden metal spikes rushed towards Fenus like poisonous snakes, and the spikes carried an armor-piercing poisonous light—

Hades shouted, he suddenly raised his hand, opened his palm, lightning gathered in his palm, hold! The emerald arc exploded like a brilliant firework, and the green thunderbolt of Fernus was clinging to the Terminator armor by the silver filaments, and the pale green thunderbolt rushed straight into the spikes like a dragon.

Within a gap, the spikes met the arc of lightning, and the blades of the Lord of Medusa and the Lord of Steel collided again, and between the lightning and flint, Fenus smiled mockingly, and he stared at Perturabo, and his muscles burst out,

Clang!!!

Perturabo's arm weakened, and at the same time, the furnace breaker hammered down, and the furnace breaker hurriedly dodged, and the furnace breaker grazed his side, and petulabo gritted his teeth, his eyes were about to split, and he clenched his fist and smashed it towards Fenus's breastplate!

The flames scurried up to the armor, carrying a misty stench.

Around Fernus, tiny silvery white droplets of suspension gathered and pounced on the flames.

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of Hades's mouth, far away, too far!

The iron fist broke through the defenses, and Fernus coughed violently, but the Lord of Medusa did not flinch, and took the punch hard, and then was pulled close by Perturab, and the furnace breaker tripped over Perturabo's weapon, and after a terrible metal collision, the furnace breaker and the blade fell to the earth together.

Fernus raised his iron hand, shimmering silver-white light, and rushed towards Perturabo!

Vashtor called, a hoarse voice like the roar of a factory,

+ O believers, return to the arms of the machine gods! Receiving mechanical breathing!! +

In the illusory ocean of the tides, the behemoth of metal runs abruptly, faith, faith, the faith that tirelessly pursues the path of machinery, the path of craftsmen!

R&D, Design, Forging! The demigods are gathering their authority, this is its function, and no creature who is committed to the way of the machine god can escape!

The sages screamed in pain, but none of them flinched, they preferred to ignite the detonation program and turn the engine up to the maximum—

The Iron Hands stiffened for a moment, their mechanical prosthetics burning their hearts and pounds.

The title of Hades is like the last ray of hope, and even more so, he has tremblingly abandoned the praise of the Om Messiah and threw himself on the throne of Hades.

The pale green arc rose, with an absolutely cold rationality, cooling the boiling souls of people's silver subspace, dancing with the crimson flames.

O Hades! Hades!!

The creatures shouted.

Wa, sh, to, er.

Hades silently recited this word in his mind, and he felt the ensemble of mechanical rhythm, which was by no means the harmonious perfection that could be controlled by the chaos of subspace, this was the aesthetics that belonged to physics alone! It is the romance that belongs to the truth of the universe! Instead of a mere illusion of subspace creature idealism!

The truth of the physical universe belongs to mankind!

Hades let out a mouthful of bloody turbidity, and the space around him began to distort.

On the larger and more distant battlefields, the stardust of concepts gathers and disperses, and the turbulent current rolls in the lake, and the brilliance called "Machinery" and "Reason" slowly flows into the bottomless source.

No – no !! Vashtor screamed, that monster didn't know how to take advantage of this, it was just a greedy and ignorant glutton!

The Immortal King, named Gluttony, took a deep breath, a twisted smile appeared on his lips, the blood turned into silver-white liquid gold, and the silver pressed against his body, he felt the power of the Void Dragon, and the memories of the past observers of the Nighthuers began to surface.

The River Styx rolls in the sky.

Black water drips.

Vashtor subconsciously touched his face, and in a trance, he saw his hands full of black and turbid sewage.

But for a moment, it left its own infernal flames at its fingertips.

Vashtor shook his head violently, refocusing his thoughts on the battlefield, where Ferus and Perturabo were in a wrestling battle, but Vashtor knew that Perturabo only needed a small boost.

It caught a glimpse of a terrifying figure approaching, darkness enveloping everything, no, not in a hurry, Vashtor thought, this was a method of intimidation, and there was still some distance away.

The blasphemous steel giant stood up, and behind the Iron Warriors' position, the Whisperers began to chant, Vashtor swung his staff again, and beside Perturabo and Phineus, space began to distort, and bursting psionic energy gathered as if it would explode in the next moment.

Vashtor opened his mouth, ready to chant —

Hades raised his hand, it was too late, he needed to be closer, closer!!

The silver white gathered in his palm, and the lightning lifted the messy hair—

Sou!!!

A silver rainbow runs through the world!

A spear of silver metal pierced the steel body, time seemed to stand still, and Vashtor spread his steel wings wide, his body trembling in the air in embarrassment, and a sharp spear pierced through its collarbone and stabbed out from under its thigh.

The vigorous arc of electricity on it seemed to have just dissipated.

+Luo——+

Vashtor's screaming words stuck in mid-air, and the space around it suddenly exploded, and darkness engulfed everything in an instant, and the loud sound of heavy objects hitting was clearly heard throughout the battlefield!!

At that moment, except for the two primordials, everyone, all the Great Demons' actions were stagnant for a moment, and the monstrous waves that could not breathe were overwhelming from the sea of soul consciousness, and all living beings stood trembling in place, suffocating and thirsting for air, their eyes looking at the sky—

Rumble!!!

Mountains of gunpowder smoke burst in the sky, and something unbelievable smashed into the earth—

Vashtor let out a clucking sound of death, its ugly head pressed against the earth, crushed by the weight, and its claws, which had reached the point of grotesque, strangled at its neck.

Click, click, the faint sound of something cracking.

A drop of silvery-white liquid mixed with blood dripped onto Vashtor's face, sliding down its rough face.

Vashtor's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his face shrouded in darkness, its pupils trembling, but it grew weaker and weaker.

The inhuman gaze was staring at it, blood spurting from Hades' mouth, and countless lightning-like black cracks climbed on Hades's face, sliding down his neck into the body beneath the Terminator's armor.

The scars caused by forcibly breaking through the space seem to have been dried by a thunderbolt, leaving only a pure black abyss like a flat surface.

But it was like a dent when the container was about to burst, something more terrifying, something darker peeked out of the shell of the body called "Hades", and looked coldly and mercilessly at Vashtor, who was choked by Hades.

At that moment, Vashtor was convinced that the monster that was pressing on it had no sanity left, and that this was the inevitable price it had to pay for learning to break through the space.

The power has made it lose its mind.

Or rather, it is only the purest cruelty, the purest essence.

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

The red light was staring at Vashtor, and even looked at his hand suspiciously, as if it violated the common sense that was ingrained deep in his bones.

Vashtor snorted as if he had just forcibly gained a few points of godhead and was rapidly dissipating, no, no......

Its mechanical appendages struggled on the earth, flapping against the shore like a dead fish, black tides washed ashore, and it was pinned to death by the most terrible monsters.

+…… Luo... Jewelry. +

Vashtor called, and in the distance, Ingelsel spilled blood into the circle, and Luojia, who had been silent for a long time, pulled down the lever in his hand—

Above Cadia, the blackstone obelisk hummed violently, and four colors flashed from the spire, with a frenzied madness!

Above the wasteland, all the blackstone obelisks began to tremble, and deep resonances came from the depths of the earth, and countless arcs of electricity swirled around each obelisk.

In the area where the Iron Hand was stationed, under the black stone obelisk tower that emitted a misty black mist, the soulless people stationed there suddenly spat blood from their mouths, bleeding from their seven orifices, and slowly knelt on the ground trembling.

"No...... Not ......"

A male soulless man slumped to the ground, brown eyes staring helplessly at the tower reversing its polarity on its own, slowly crawling to the Blackstone Obelisk's operating table, but watching in vain.

“…… O Hades. ”

A mockery erupted in his ears, and the Soulless One's head jerked down, never to be lifted again.

A similar scene took place under countless towers, and the psionic energy gathered more and more violently, with the great power that overwhelmed the entire galaxy, the huge waves of psionic energy storm that covered the sky began to roar towards the front line of the battle between the two armies-

Hades, who was kneeling on Vashtor, let out a terrible cry, and was suppressed by Hades's black domain, and Vashtor, who couldn't move, witnessed the whole process-

Why didn't he try to protect himself?!

Time is always the most precious thing, Hades's dark cloak composed of black domains suddenly extended, pitch black, silver blood dripping down, Hades roared, and the darkness suddenly expanded tenfold, a hundredfold!! But its profundity hasn't diminished a bit!!

The river Styx boiled, and the embrace of the king of Hades enveloped every loyal human soul, and the sages trembled and fell to their knees, drenching themselves in this river of supreme silence, praying as if to deliver to all souls the safety of the gods.

The Iron Hand watched in amazement, not understanding what was happening, but the sound of blood dripping from each of their ears rang in their ears, and their souls trembled from the bottom of their hearts, and they faithfully saluted the Great One.

But these weak beliefs are simply not enough to fight the Great Waves from subspace!!

Like hearing the painful struggle of something called [Hades], Fenus, who was wrestling in the wind, his attention shifted for a moment, and Peturabo's eyes lit up with a bloodthirsty light, and under the scream of psionic energy, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter—

Perturabo slammed into the blow, blood splattered, and Fenus let out a wounded beast-like scream—

The psionic waves roared down, and Vashtor's chest rose and fell violently as if it had just learned to breathe, and its power was released again from its cage contained by the Black Domain, and it struggled to crawl away from the monster on its own ground—

And it did!

In Vashtor's afterglow, the being named Hades seemed to be dead, and he sat on his knees in a daze, looking at the feast that had been prepared for him.

Like an aged and faded sculpture, the skin peeled off Hades' face, cracks creaking and extending, revealing a pitch-black undertone.

Hades looked like he was dead.

In the silence, Vashtor laughed incredulously, and in a great fright, he didn't seem to figure out what was going on.

But the Lord of the Hearth could feel the reassembling of the Godhead, the parts that Hades had tried to plunder.

Faith doesn't work, does it?

Vashtor thought that the God-spun could no longer use the Black Domain, which meant that Hades was gone!

It stared there—

The silver-white liquid metal under Hades' feet flickered and rushed, and after Hades unleashed the Black Domain, these silver-white and pale green powers reunited beneath him.

The silver white climbed upward, covering the body that was intertwined with pitch black and blood red, and the pale green arc lit up—

The tide was overwhelming, and in the midst of the waves, the figure of the dragon rose.

A horn of the Void Dragon was born.

The people stared up at the sky in disbelief, and in the almost materialized ocean of color psionic energy, silver gods rose from the ground, anchoring the last physical pure land in this area.

The dragon screamed and rushed towards Vashtor.

4.5, yes, yes, yes, yes

Push the book, BoBo

(End of chapter)