(Warning: slight G-direction, those who are not feeling well will jump away on their own)

The lurking ships drew closer, thunder-like white flickering in the void, and the Great Khan was silent, waiting for the apocalyptic aboard the Vengeful Spirit in the distance.

[It reminds me of the ritual on Chogolis,]

Khan whispered, "The vultures hovering in the immortal sky are about to fall. 】

[You need to hurry, hurry, hurry up and beat the storm.] 】

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Above the withered wasteland at the edge of the garden, a dead fog came up.

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+ I don't understand,+ Luojia said, + I think I've made the facts clear to you. +

Horus, who had been standing in front of the observation window, turned around, and the bright starlight outside the window shone on him, dividing him into black and white.

[My brother, Luojia,] Horus said with a smile, "I think my language is clear enough, the origin of everything, the beginning of the fork of the fate of all things—I am only correcting this. 】

Luojia's hovering head turned, + it was helping us. +

[It is a mistake in itself.] Horus is in the right way, "None of this would have happened without it...... Look at yourself, Luojia, don't you feel pain? 】

He refers to the fact that Luojia is torn apart by each other.

A tear fell from Luojia's eyes, + take my wishes. +

Horus moved, and he walked towards Luojia, as he had done before, his eyes full of concern,

"The Galactic would not have torn," said the Commander, "Our father was bewitched by the benefits it promised, but now they can't come to terms with the fact that they're still throwing everything at a doomed table, and they've lost so much in front of them that they can't turn back now. 】

+ Get more, sacrifice more. +

Horus stared at Luojia, the marshal's eyes were bloodshot and he didn't look good, but compared to the rest...... He is the most complete one, the one who still holds himself.

[Did he really get what he wanted?] 】

Horus whispered, "He said he would sweep away all religions, he said he would unify the galaxy—but now, the Lord of Humanity has crushed his ambitions one by one, leaving us behind...... These people who are still struggling to fight for his old dreams! 】

Horus glanced contemptuously at the scripture on Luojia's face, turned away, and stood back on the viewing window,

At this time, Luojia knew that everything he said was enough

"Words are useless," he said calmly and wearily, "Let it all burn." 】

Rumble!!!

The first thunder of the highest heaven split the night, illuminated the four fields, and reflected Horus by the window so white that it seemed to have lost all color.

The ceremony began.

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Fogen was screaming.

He couldn't tell if he was screaming or if he had lost his voice.

Fugan's mouth was wide open, his throat burning.

A white expanse of light surrounded him, and he felt himself burning, decomposing, and he fell to the ground in agony, tearing at flesh, blood and scraps splattering and melting in the blinding light.

Time became chaotic, and at times, the overwhelming light was like an upside-down rainstorm, and they fell into the sky, each drop of which brought a piece of flesh, skin, fat, sinew, and finally exposed the bones.

Sometimes, they all poured towards Fugan, squeezing violently into his shell, buzzing in his ears, and the lust and tears of billions turned into a sharp and piercing requiem, screaming and cursing him.

Under the filling of white light, the phoenix swelled up, countless hyperplasia flesh and blood tissues broke out, sarcoma accompanied by the organs gushing out, in an instant, he became large and bloated, occupying the entire hall, the organs hanging outside continued to grow heavily, under the squeezing of gravity, the thin skin of flesh burst open, and the bright green and yellow and blue juice inside splashed out, looking from a distance, it was like a beautiful arc of light reflected by the wings of birds.

The viscous juice stained the gold and silver jewels on the altar, wriggling to keep them high and dotted with wings.

At this moment, He is beautiful and profane.

The massive flesh monster roared, and Fugen groaned in pain, and he felt like he was almost dead, but the power from the altar was criing around his soul, four chains of different colors wrapped tightly around him.

So Fugen began to weep, and his low sobs gradually turned into a roar,

Let's end it all – end it all!

The phoenix roared madly, and he stood up, his huge cloudy eyes twitching and turning, looking at the six rings of Slaanesh in the distance, and he saw the greedy black domain, like a viscous liquid enveloping Slaanesh's delicate and magnificent palace, slowly devouring it with joy.

He saw the loser on the bronze throne, the foolish in the labyrinth, the coward in the garden, the ...... on the throne Despot.

He sees lies, he sees the truth, he sees the past, he sees the future.

Tears flowed from His cloudy eyes, and they fell to the ground like brilliant colored gems.

The world is a great joke and a tragedy.

And He will continue this tragedy.

The phoenix looked at the slowly descending underworld, spikes sprouting from his flesh-filled throat, piercing the fat flesh and clearing the space for him to scream.

Under the overwhelming pain and desire, He began to scream.

The first cry of the phoenix tore through the fog, and with him as the center, the waves of the supreme sky surged, slapping towards the outer layers, setting off earth-shattering waves.

He called, he called for eternal silence, he called for death, he called out of the rules.

He cried and wept blood, and his voice rose higher and higher, and the sound of the richness clings to it, and the sound of the delight lingers in it, and his cloudy eyes reflect the reflection of the palace of evil, and he imitates the screams of hell.

With the phoenix as the center, and above the other four altars, there was also a roar of pain, and under their operation, the light of the supreme heaven fell on the phoenix like a light veil.

But, it's not enough—it's not enough—

The phoenix cried out in pain, the lust in his mouth was not sweet enough, not seductive enough!

You need to be on par with Slaanesh!

The giant bird of flesh struggled, and in the sudden loud sound, the flesh peeled off layer by layer, revealing the white bones wrapped around the silver chain of jewels.

In a trance, He cried out the true name of the being—

- Something turned its head.

Massive, slow, and dull, it gradually ceased its gluttonous feasting, surging with the source of the sound of "looking".

It saw the phoenix.

What a beautiful existence it was, his colored feathers shimmered with a thousand kinds of brilliance under the waves of the supreme heaven, and the white bones he exposed were as smooth as works of art, wrapped in treasures, and wrapped in layers of light veils, he was the only beautiful god in the crazy turbid supreme heaven.

The greedy waters began to recede, revealing the shattered foundations of the palace of Slaanesh.

The moment the tide receded, the firmament of the highest heaven dimmed for a moment, as if relieved.

"Ahem!"

Machado clutched his scepter and propped it up on the altar, the hand holding the scepter was already showing white bones, Machado's eyes were bloody, and under his feet, blood was slowly flowing down the golden inscription.

The entire Vengeance Spirit trembled, and at some point, a thick mist had already filled the entire space, and under the shroud of white light and mist, the monstrous flesh beast in the distance was crying.

The old man stared at the giant beast in the mist, his hands trembling, as if waiting for something.

Until the first drop of liquid dripped ice-cold on his shoulder.

Did he not look up because he was afraid? The ceiling of the entire hall has long since become something else, some ...... The dusk before the advent of existence, the darkness presses down, pressing on the hearts of each of their spellcasters.

Sticky, all-penetrating droplets fell, they pierced straight through his flesh, with cold, piercing pain, screaming and sucking his soul.

Without saying a word, Machado stood on top of the altar, nailed to the spot.

But at the same time, the scepter in his hand began to raise slightly—

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"Your plan is too bad," Horus said calmly, his warhorse, the Spirit of Vengeance, neighing violently, but Horus showed no regret as he shook the glass in his hand.

[I feel sorry for my younger brother - he could have had a better choice. 】

+ He can tell right from wrong...... I would like to extend my most heartfelt admiration to him. + Luojia said, + and the stratagem of your mouth .......+

+ It's something we all know by heart, it's collaboration. +

Luojia said that he stared at the wine in his glass, thoughtfully, + whoever is more willing to sacrifice and throw more will be one step closer to success. +

[A Machado? Horus said mockingly, "Not enough. 】

+The existence behind you is not single-minded,+ Luojia muttered, he slowly got up from the single sofa, feeling the disaster that descended on the subspace, and the original body held his scepter, + What's more, you've been underestimating Macardo, right? +

Luojia whispered, + You can't understand his determination. +

Horus glanced at him, "I thought we could come to an agreement, Luojia. 】

+ Never. +

Horus shifted his gaze, and the warning of the attack came from the data cable.

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Machado jerked up his scepter, and the golden chains extending from the altar snapped at his feet,

Almost at the same time, the phoenix on the altar let out a painful hiss, and countless sharp claws reached out from the behemoth, subconsciously tearing at the remaining chains.

Roars rang from the rest of the altars, but in the fog, those voices quickly subsided.

A giant shadow in the fog appeared.

Without a moment's hesitation, Machado immediately rushed towards the center of the altar, spitting out blood as he ran, the scepter in his hand screaming, and the golden flames dancing wildly.

In the center of the altar, the chain was broken, and the flesh began to collapse, and the power attached to it fell like an avalanche after losing the forcible gathering of the outside world.

"Fugen!!

Machado's mouth let out an urgent cry, and as he ran, Machado's face began to change, the wrinkles faded, his figure straightened, and his voice became more and more crisp,

He began to chant, the real name of the emperor's third son, as he stumbled past the massive flesh and bones, parkour through the blood of a volcanic eruption.

The angry roars were far behind him—and the attempts to step forward were stopped by Motarian, but they were far from serious.

Between the hollow rib bones of the dragon, he saw the white-haired figure being dragged into the dark swamp.

Without saying a word, Makado was expressionless, and he raised his scepter, the spikes at the bottom of the scepter were boiling hot, stabbing towards Fugan, who had collapsed to the ground.

Spikes pierced into the torso of a torment, and flames burned and fought for flesh and blood with the waters.

The word thank you, or why, seemed to drift through his ears, but Macado didn't care, he immediately put away his scepter and threw himself in the direction of the fog.

Motarian was waiting there.

Motarian's hand reached out from the fog, grabbed Machado's hand tightly, and with the help of subspace teleportation, threw him into the distance, Machado heard the lies of the High Heavens, but these were long insignificant to him.

He slumped heavily on the deck of the white-scarred ship, his face on the ground, and Macado spat out a water of blood mixed with broken teeth, "I don't respect the old and love the young at all." He said that he should have taken White Scar's hand and quickly stood up from White Scar's altar.

The different sensations in the body told Macado that White Scar's fleet was now accelerating at full speed.

It is time to stare at this completely different, younger, more arrogant Machado, the old man is now like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth.

Macado ignored the white-scarred warrior as he opened Motarian's hand, and a crumpled mass of parchment appeared, and Macado sighed softly again, paused for a moment, and then urgently opened the paperball.

Elegant, pedantic handwriting was presented to him.

Terra precision 2.2, latitude 48.52 ink ...... Macado thought, indeed, was his favorite ink.

He read each word quickly, and the word burned, and when he finally finished reading, the whole parchment burned violently with his left eye, and the blue flames raged.

Machado covered his flaming one-eye, and he bent over and laughed maniacally.

The laughter of the youth spread far and wide, but those who were busy with the naval battle hurried away, as if they could not see Machado.

Having also received orders from the Great Khan, he hesitantly retreated, and White Scar now needed to focus on the naval battle with the Warlord in order to send Machado to Kadia.

The teleportation circle could only be connected to the White Scar fleet, and Cartier was completely occupied by the god's psionic energy.

Makado laughed, laughed bitterly, laughed almost convulsively.

At his feet, the hem of his robe was gently pulled.

Machado barely straightened up, and he saw the little ones at his feet, the little Death Guards, leading the Nurgle Spirits behind them, staring at him with their heads up.

Makado shook his head painfully, then nodded again,

"He thinks everyone is like him?"

But his hand reached out anyway, and Machado grabbed the Nurgle, and the herpes quickly appeared on his hand, and Machado stared at the Nurgle who was staring at him struggling—

opened his mouth.

A little bit of fishy liquid splattered on the ground, and the little Death Guard at Machado's feet watched in silence, and when Machado finally started retching, one of the little Death Guards opened his hand and waved it upward.

“…… You can always do it another way. ”

Machado said weakly as he went to fetch the little Death Guard, and before he could finish speaking, the little one in his hand turned into a billowing white mist that floated out of the gap in his armor and enveloped Machado.

The rest of the armor quickly turned to ashes and scattered between Machado's fingers.

Machado breathed hard, he finally knew the smell of Motarion's gas mask, and he couldn't stop retching again, coughing as he retched, interspersed with a few laughs.

A slight to the limit of self-talk sounded,

“…… Fuck you......" Macado vomited, trembling as he propped up his scepter, "...... Hades...... This time I made a big deal. ”

All right! None

(End of chapter)