This may be a dead end.

Now, it's time for the stars to fall.

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Blazing flames burst from the Great Demon's skull, followed by a series of bursting flames, and strange mechanical beasts scurried across the wasteland, muttering staccato sounds.

Kirkland ran, all the sage's ausceptiles spread out at this moment,

The claw-like metal feet slammed into the earth, and the blasphemous demonic flesh beneath his feet was trampled into the earth with sharp claws, but the Great Sage's footsteps did not slow down in the slightest.

Angeltay galloped behind the Great Sage, hard, scaly flesh growing from his armor, and the voice of the High Heaven resounded in him, and he grew stronger and more terrifying.

A mechanical monster that crawls the ground like an insect, a half-human, half-ghost space marine.

At this moment, I don't know if this combination is more weird, or the big demon team that is slowly moving forward is even more weird.

They walked through a pile of buzzing flies, and the bloated and pus-draining demon sat on the flies and rushed towards them, and the great sword slashed at Kirkland—

The machine god axe in the sage's hand was violently provoked, and the next moment, the sound of rotten fruit bursting sounded,

Kirkland roared, and the Great Sage's hand holding the Mekhan's axe was strong and steady, and he swung it towards the next target without hesitation,

"Garbage !!"

Kirkland shouted, the abominable presence reflected in his scanning array, the ignition hissing of ignition from the artillery system behind him,

"I've seen—I've seen you!"

The burst of fire exploded violently, reflecting the cold metal body of the Great Sage, and in the smoke of flesh and flames, Kirkland seemed to be draped in the sage's robes dyed red with the most vivid pigment in the world.

On the machine god's axe, the head of the Great Demon of Nurgle slowly slipped down,

"In the name of Hades! You can't scare me!! I have already been taught all this! ”

Kirkland roared, and at this moment, the Great Sage seemed to realize that this was going to be his burial place, but it was not fear that burned in his engine and soul, but the indomitable madness.

Everything here is like the teachings of the Immortal, and Kirkland has understood it all thoroughly-

This is the world He saw, this is the world He has been facing.

At this moment, the picture of hell far beyond the scene of the past is revealed in front of Kirkland, and the demon that does not conform to the law and logic at all moves forward, eroding the crumbling world above Cadia with every step.

He had known this all along, and what He had described to Kirkland was only a tip of the map of a mad hell.

Kirkland laughed, he was right, anyone, anyone with the slightest sense of reason, would feel that tremor from the depths of their soul when they first saw this scene—

And only then will humans truly realize what kind of possibilities Hades has brought to them!!

And that's why He's dying—He's dying!!

For that blasphemous existence, Hades itself is a sin!

Kirkland's mind trembled, and he prayed desperately to the Immortal King, and ran forward desperately.

Using the savings of countless years of anti-psionic energy, he brutally used his body to tear a bloody path through the ranks of the Great Demon.

Angeltai closely followed the sage who rushed into the Great Demon queue like a rampaging bull, and the fierce fire and dim darkness around the Great Sage successfully suppressed the Great Demon team in a short period of time.

The two of them ran, they ran through the sea of demons, towards the towering spire, and in the distance, the remains of the Titans loomed in the gray sky.

Angeltay swallowed, the scepter in his hand guiding him, and the Bearer realized that his destination might not be the same as Kirkland's.

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Little Herrella fought, blood splattering from her wounds, her armor hissing shattering, and her scales glowing.

But she still fights, and the Empire has molded her into a war machine, and the purpose of her existence is to fight for the Empire's victory.

Even if she can't win, even if she dies in battle, every blast she fires at the enemy will contribute to the Empire's ultimate victory.

At that time, those who are still alive will be able to go back, to their own planet, they will not have to fight, they can sit on the ridges and look at the sky slowly.

Barbaros is a semi-agricultural planet, and in the years that followed, little Herrella always thought that life on Barbaros was the most pleasant.

Carefree, running in the fields with his brother Hard, occasionally listening to his grandmother tell stories about the past and the Barbaros Resistance.

Then, they were taken away by Master Hades, and her younger brother Hader became the undertaker of the Death Guard, while she followed the Black Law and enrolled in Terra.

The training of the Silent Sisters was hard, and some died there forever, but it was only training, and in the years to come, the people around her changed batch after batch.

Little Herrela has always persevered, and under the leadership of the Lord of Death and the King of Hades, the Barbaros have their own perseverance.

Later, at the behest of the Imperial regent Machado, little Herrela finally returned to Lord Hades, no longer as a Barbarus child, but as a blade, a blade for the Hades.

And as a sharp blade - you must have the consciousness of a sharp blade!

Little Herrella slammed her hand, blood splattering around the dagger, and the blaster against the purple devil's jaw burst into blazing flames.

Immediately after, the next Great Demon's long whip broke through the air and struck her, but the next moment-

Rumble!!!

Bright and blazing flames lit up from little Herella's eyes, and in the curtain of flames that exploded, the figure of the great sage Kirkland's axe slowly appeared.

Flames streaked across little Herrela's incredulous, but slightly raised corners of her mouth—

Kirkland, the mechanical madman known to everyone in the Silent Retreat.

"Let me enter the main tower!!"

The sound of the Great Sage's pitch-shifting radio waves was heard, and little Herrella made a few gestures quickly, and the queue of the Soulless split, and Kirkland, who had fought from the demon queue, successfully crossed the last line of defense formed by the Soulless.

"He's not an enemy."

Kirkland's voice followed, and Angeltay, who was being pointed at by the soulless blaster, suddenly stopped.

But the muzzles of the soulless didn't let go in the slightest, and they still stared coldly at the Bearer, who looked as if he had been taken by a demon.

Angeltay gritted his teeth, and he raised the golden scepter in his hand,

"In the name of the Emperor and the Immortal, I have followed their guidance, and I am here to help you!"

Angeltay was still behind him an endless tide of demons, Angeltay had to turn back to defend, and at the last moment he turned his head, he saw the figure of the Great Sage Kirkland flash into the Blackstone Tower—

"Kirkland?!"

Angeltay shouted angrily,

The Great Sage scurried into the Tower, his mind engine burning violently, and he sent a distress signal to the Ashram ship one last time.

Angeltai's roar died away in the roar of the demons, and the great sage raised his hand, and the forbidden army Charon, who was leaning against the inner doorway of the Blackstone Tower, raised his eyes,

"The Bearer,"

Kirkland said,

"He has the breath of an emperor in him, and he is here for you, not Hades."

Charon looked at Kirkland, dried blood splattering on the Janissaries' belly armor, and his long time working with the Silent Order had already made him familiar with Kirkland.

The Praetorian took a deep breath as he staggered out of the tower slightly, and Kirkland saw a piercing wound in the Praetorian's abdomen.

Kirkland knew they were leaving, and the Great Sage knew all the way that Angeltay was not the same destination as he was.

The Great Sage passed by the Forbidden Army, and Kirkland walked resolutely towards the exposed circuit inside the Blackstone Tower, the entire Blackstone Tower was in a state of stop at the moment, he needed-

He needs to get it back up.

Kirkland's mind engine creaked, and he didn't even know if it would work, and if the opening of a blackstone obelisk could change anything on a battlefield of this magnitude?

But this was the only means that the Great Sage could think of to help the Immortal.

The Great Sage has witnessed miracles on Barbarus, and the towering spires have given the Hades great power.

Facing the circuit, Kirkland stretched out his accessory limbs, countless delicate tools shining from them, and he felt his hands tremble.

He recalled, remembering the image that Hades had demonstrated in front of him, and in the very center of the battlefield, Hades had repaired a black stone tower and saved the lives of all of them.

And now, it's up to Kirkland to recreate that miracle.

Kirkland shuddered, on the battlefield, precision machinery repairs are far more difficult than combat.

He didn't know if it would be in vain, he didn't know if he could catch up, he even-

He didn't even know if he would be able to do it!

Kirkland called out in his soul the name of Hades and the Ohm Messiah, and the slight feeling of weakness echoed him, reminding him of the great sage's dying status.

Without the guidance of Hades' radio waves, without the help of the emerald currents, there was nothing here except the slow feeling of powerlessness.

He has been a great force and a generous helper to every warrior of the Empire.

But at this moment, even the most devout of His followers cannot receive even the slightest hint of His inspiration.

Kirkland, the most devout believer, received no help, no hint from the true masters of these towers of black stone, no enlightenment from the Messiah of Ohm,

Nothing.

Now, it's a mortal moment.

Kirkland trembled, he began to restart the circuit, the thought engine roared, he began to recall, he began to think, he began to calculate, he began to create.

And what these actions represented, the vacant Supreme Authority, gave him true freedom and strength.

This is the power given to them by Hades.

The sound of squirming and cutting sounded, and at the same time, the tired voice of the forbidden army sounded between the communication channels of the great sage,

"We will go to the main battlefield with Angeltay."

"Kirkland—"

The forbidden army stared at the scepter in Angeltai's hand, which was sprinkled with a faint golden light, and in a trance, he saw the figure of the emperor's majesty, it was him, this was an order from him,

The forbidden army opened his mouth involuntarily,

"Fix the obelisk as soon as possible, you have to catch the last moment."

"Directly overload this tower, weaken the subspace at that moment as much as possible, this is our last hope."

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Luojia was crying.

It seemed to be late, his steps getting slower and heavier, but he still arrived, and Luojia looked at the Forsaken in front of them with a slight tremble.

He was like what Luojia had imagined.

The pitch-black armor mottled with a glowing green light, and he breathed in silence, the scythe in his hand bent to represent the execution.

But it is also crumbling and swaying.

Perturabo was the first to raise his weapon and rushed over, undisciplined, unskillful - they didn't need it anymore.

They have entered the final distance, they have entered the final moment.

The light around the Forsaken has been stripped away, and the sacrifice to the Forsaken has regained its power.

As soon as the Forsaken kills one of them, the ultimate curse will fall.

And if the Forsaken loses the battle with them, the moment before the Forsaken dies, Luojia and Perturabo will deliver the final blow to each other.

It was a sacrifice that represented betrayal, domination, and toying, and they were still on high and watching the wonderful drama performed by the dolls.

This will re-energize them and represent their victory.

Unless...... Luojia thought ...... Unless...... Unless there is anything that can interrupt or disrupt the existence of this process......

The subspace surged, making the sound of waves.

He watched as the Forsaken raised his scythe and streaked at Perturabo, who was the first to charge, blood splattering with sparks.

Hades vomited a mouthful of blood, the last of the flames burning in his eyes, his scythe trembling under Perturabo's hammer with a sharp metallic grinding.

Perturabo's body had already entered the limit, far less than the combat power of his peak, and Luojia's eyes reflected the image of the Iron Lord falling to the upper hand.

In the Supreme Heaven, a lewd laugh rang out, even if it was mixed with discontent.

No......

No...... Luojia thought so, and he felt the distant call, the call from his most loyal son, Angeltay.

Angeltay has not yet arrived...... No...... No......

Luojia shook his head slightly, but his body was already moving, and he raised the light of revelation and walked towards Hades.

No...... No......

Luojia watched as the Immortal Lord stared at him, the dying trapped beast was now the last trace of the flames, and his eyes burned with anger - the one against the subspace traitor.

The Hades' scythe slashed from Luojia's side, and Perturabo's warhammer struck from behind the Hades.

[No ......]

Luojia read softly as he heard their sneer, a graceful hand resting on the string, slowly stroking the bowstring.

[Don't ......]

Luojia squeezed out a word from his mouth, Angeltai, Angeltai - God Emperor - save all this, save all this!

【…… Don't kill...... I...]

Luojia struggled to resist, his movements becoming more sluggish, the scythe slashing down, blood splattering, and he fell backwards, still far from death.

He saw the Immortal swing the scythe at Perturabo.

It wasn't him that the four gods chose.

The hand that was attached to the arrow began to relax,

At that moment, a lot happened,

In the distance, Angeltai, who was surrounded by many great demons, saw that familiar color-

Charon behind him jerked the Bearer forward, and Angeltay was pushed out, while the Praetorian Warrior Charon and Sister Silent Herella Junior behind him were caught in a sea of demons.

"My Father!!"

The brilliant golden light exploded at the same time as Angeltay's roar, and Angeltay lunged forward, and without a hint of hesitation, he threw the scepter that was shining with dazzling light at Luojia—

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Inside the blackstone obelisk, Kirkland shuddered and stopped, the blackstone circuit of the obelisk had been burned by the waves that had preceded it, unless—unless something could act as a conductor to reconnect it.

It only takes a moment...... Kirkland thought that it would only take a moment for him to adjust the Blackstone Obelisk to an overloaded state.

But this moment is enough to wipe out all the souls near the obelisk.

The Great Sage reached back, and he grasped the black stone spear on which the Black Domain of the Immortal remained.

Kirkland groped his way inside the blackstone obelisk, and he walked to the broken path, imagining the teachings of Hades.

Then, he raised the black stone spear in his hand and struck at the broken path!

The Blackstone Tower let out a screech!

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Luojia gripped the scepter, tears on his face glittering in the golden light.

At that moment, he saw his father.

The God-Emperor stood there, staring at him,

Without hesitation, Luojia shouted out his last words,

[God Emperor, I sacrifice my only remaining pure soul to you in exchange for the survival of the Hades!! In exchange for the eternal existence of humanity!! 】

He took the lead in making sacrifices, sacrifices to the Emperor of the Gods.

The next moment, the swirling head, the golden light, and the darkness in the distance burst out at the same time.

Slaanesh let go of his hand, and his angry voice came out of his mouth.

Received an apology and hit the alliance, and it was over.

I have a bit of a fever today.

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Then there's the book push

(End of chapter)