The astrologer is convinced of the vision of the future as if it were something that has already happened.

But the Endless One obviously didn't believe in this set of things, and he felt that the so-called fate was just one of the thousands of possibilities for things to develop, and at best the probability of it happening was a little greater.

If the trajectory of fate had been determined and observable, then their gods would not have fallen to the point where they are now being dismembered into thousands of pieces and used as energy messengers.

"Since you have determined his value, you should not stay so far away from him, you should stay by his side and watch him well." Orican accused.

"Of course I'm helping him, or what do you think I'm doing here? And that young man is not a flower in a greenhouse, he knows measure, he needs to grow. Tarasin retorted.

"He's just a young creature no matter how he says it, and he's no different from a baby at the age of thirty, and the malice lurking in the galaxy is too terrifying for him to handle." Orinkon reminded.

"Speaking of age, it has been too long to become a necromancy, Orikan, has lost the concept of time, not to mention that for human beings, they can be considered adults at the age of eighteen, I think when we were thirty years old, it was already past the stage of hard work, and some people even began to support their grandchildren." Tarasin retorted.

"Tell me like you're not a necromancer, damn Tarasin, you have to show it off, do you?" Orican said angrily, "Don't be angry with me, my warning is serious, too many [chosen ones] have fallen into the darkness in this universe, and he could be the next one at any moment." ”

The two space necrons continued to discuss the prophecy, their words intermingled with mockery of each other.

However, on the issue of "supporting the pastor as soon as possible", the two of them finally reached an agreement.

Orican's prophecy cannot be taken as true, but it would be foolish to ignore it.

Tarasin had to speed up his own efforts to build the Blackstone Obelisk so that nothing could go wrong.

However, at this moment, the flames of war suddenly burned to the planet Cologne.

Dozens of Chaos warships appeared in the sky without warning, like a group of evil dragons covering the sky.

Those technological creations that the Om Messiah was once loyal to have long since been removed by the traitors from the Imperial Double-headed Eagle emblem and instead branded with various Chaos Octagram totems.

In the corridor of the ship, sarcoma hyperplasia can be seen everywhere, and there is a strong smell of blood around it, as if walking in the belly of a wild beast.

Skulls pierced by spikes, sacrifices skinned by rituals, and countless signs of evil.

The bodies of the crew members have been more or less mutated, and some have even directly merged with the battleship, becoming a part of this terrible thing forever.

"It's those things, we're going to destroy them."

Inside the bridge in the deepest part of the Chaos Battleship, the fleet's commander, Dark Wolf Scala, is locking on to his target.

The Blackstone Obelisk, which was under construction, could not be effectively concealed due to its own properties, and the Chaos Lord quickly found its place.

"Those rib aliens, are they cooperating with the Empire? Or did the Empire find a way to enslave them? There is no mention of this in the intelligence. ”

The image from the ground was uploaded to the large screen on the bridge, and the dark wolf think tank on the side reminded him.

No one likes their plans to be unexpected, and the fact that the Space Necrons live in harmony with the Empire should definitely be included.

"Not every battle can achieve complete mastery of intelligence, my brother, we only need to destroy those things to complete the mission assigned by the Red Pirate King, and it is now close at hand." Scala pointed to the blackstone artifact below and spoke.

"Of course, my lord, the dark gods are longing for this victory, and I can't wait to hear the wails of the Puppet Emperor's lackeys!" One of the Chaos Terminators laughed loudly.

The others around them raised their weapons as well, ready to make them drink their blood.

Since taking refuge in Chaos, these Space Marines have found themselves becoming more adept at destruction.

More than fighting for the Emperor and being pressed by those stupid mortals, the recklessness bestowed by the dark gods is what they really desire.

"Pass my orders, and the whole army will attack!" Scala shouted at the communication channel.

His commands were transmitted precisely to the ears of every Chaos cultist present, who were already hungry and thirsty.

In an instant, hundreds of airborne silos were smashed down, like a large-scale meteorite impact, and scars with fire crossed the sky.

Thousands of artillery fires poured wildly down on the ground, roaring and spewing flames of destruction.

The Imperial forces of Cologne have also detected the arrival of the enemy, and the air defense alarm on the planet has been sounded for a long time.

The huge Void Shield covered the entire main city in time, protecting the most important facilities.

The traitors' artillery fire on it was like a ripple of rain falling into the surface of a lake.

The massive amount of damage output was transferred to the subspace by the Void Shield, and did not hurt the target in the slightest.

And to overload such a huge defense, they will have to work harder.

"A stupid young race that voluntarily sacrifices its most precious things to the so-called gods, only in exchange for that insignificant benefit." Looking at the rain of fire above, Tarasin couldn't help but sigh.

He saw too many shadows of the Fear of the Dead in humans.

If it weren't for this chaotic and dark age, this young race would have developed better.

Just as their Death-Fearing could have reached the realm of immortality if they had not been infected with that terrible short-lived curse.

But then again, who can guarantee that it is not because of these hardships that they have been forged the glory that follows? For example, people often say that "the times make heroes".

"Now is not the time to be sad." Orican reminded, "The minions of Chaos are attacking us, and your project is at risk of delay, but hopefully you have prepared the relevant plans in advance in the transaction contract with him." ”

"Unfortunately, we don't." "But don't be careful, my deal with him won't be delayed. ”

"But will those guys say yes?" Orecon gestured to the vast Chaos fleet above.

"With me here, they can't make any waves." Tarasin said confidently.

The Endless Play among the stars, looking for a pastime in the long years.

He rarely gets serious.

And when he got into earnest, his enemies were struck by the deep pockets of the Nehiraks.

Tarasin pulled out another cube and handed it to Orikan.

"Here are some of the gadgets I got for him."

The astrologer quickly understood what Tarasin meant—he was going to stay and let himself go first.

"In that case, I'll leave it to the smart boy, and he'll be fine, I assure you."

Orickon took the cube and swore an oath.

"Besides, don't steal my stuff, I'm going to reconcile with that kid when the time comes!" At the time of parting, Tarasin also deliberately reminded.

"Not everyone is as dishonest as you, damn Tarasin!" Orican yelled in discontent.

(End of chapter)