Chapter 484 42 Above Cadia

Chapter 484 4.2 Above Cadia

【Above Cadia】

One thousand nine hundred and fifty-three.

Angeltai murmured to himself, his deformed red claws dripping with demon blood and minced flesh. He looked numbly and mechanically at the next one, the bloated demon with exposed intestines rushing towards him.

The Blessed Son has long been familiar with how to deal with this kind of existence.

He possessed him and rushed forward. His spiked shoulder armor stabbed into the opponent's bloated belly. The real person sank into a sea of ​​pus and flesh. He heard the screams of the devil outside, and then Angeltai exerted his strength upwards. , open arms and claws——

laugh!

He broke out of the demon's corpse, and the foul-smelling mucus rained down. Angeltai showed no emotion. He strode through the demon's screaming head and continued to find the next target.

One thousand nine hundred and fifty-four.

Angeltai felt the seemingly endless power in his body. The source of that power was the subspace. He was very clearly aware of this.

Now Angeltai has long been neither human nor ghost. He merged with the demon Ram and became an inhuman thing. He grew up in his own scarlet armor, and the demon's scales extended from the top.

But the power that kept him from falling was not just given to him by the demon Ram.

The true source of that power is their original body——

Luojia.

Luojia was standing there, standing in the middle of billions of corpses. The dark clouds of the place where Hades fell roared and rolled behind the original body.

And the Primarch remains standing,

Luojia's gray armor was shrouded in an unknown cloud of chaos, and blasphemous cracks covered his entire armor. The eight-pointed star roughly smeared his breastplate with black blood, covering up the former glory.

The original body closed his eyes, his face was compassionate and calm, golden threads appeared from his eyes and lips, and they were densely sewn together.

Yao Jin's tears of pity overflowed from his closed eyes,

A huge golden thorny halo lit up from behind his head.

But the weirdest thing about the original body is not these -

Now, Luojia's head was floating quietly on his neck,

The head was only a few finger widths away from the smooth cross-section of the neck. The golden liquid slowly dripped from the cross-section of the head and splashed onto the neck cross-section, making a corrosive sound. Then the light dimmed and the liquid flowed out from the edge of the neck below.

Like candle tears dripping when a fire candle burns.

The evil light on the original body became dimmed.

But at the same time, pitch-black spikes stretched out from the neck below, extending slowly in an attempt to stab the unspeakable head.

... At this moment, Luojia does not look like a person, but more like an object controlled by a quietly floating head.

At the moment of Hades' fall, the Primarch of the Word Bearers sacrificed himself to the God-Emperor by stabbing his scepter into the throat.

But at that time, part of Luojia still belonged to chaos, and the faith he converted to was still unclean.

Therefore, Luojia's atonement is far from over.

He still needs to fight against the chaos that occupies his body - as the person who broke the situation, as the person who finally destroyed the plan of the four gods, the curse of the four gods on him will never end.

At this moment, Orrian, are you suffering?

At this moment, Orrian, do you still have yourself?

Angeltai, who caught a glimpse of the original body from the corner of his eye, swallowed uneasily. No matter how many times he saw it, he would never adapt to the original body that had become inhuman.

Luojia didn't look or say anything. Angeltai even doubted for a moment whether his father still had his own independent thoughts.

He just stood there, fighting against the rising tide of demons.

Beside Luojia, there are his descendants who have also become unrecognizable - not only Angeltai, but also some Word Bearers who survived, who were killed by the original body, the God-Emperor, and the Arya. The lucky ones protected by space.

They all, like Angertai, were possessed by demons. They began to become inhuman, growing scales, tails, and wings, but at the same time, they gained strength and the capital to stand here.

Perhaps they themselves were the reward for the Primarch's sacrifice.

At the last moment, Luojia sacrificed himself in exchange for the survival of the [dead] and the eternal existence of mankind to the God Emperor.

And they are standing here now, fighting to keep the [dead man] alive.

They are guarding the junction of the [Realm of Comprehension] and the [Region of Chaos and Ignorance].

In front of the Word Bearers defenders, there was an endless wave of demons as far as the eye could see, and behind them, there was a scene that could not be described even to the limit of the human brain.

Taking the place where the [Decedent] died as the center of the circle, draw an area in the wasteland of Cadia. During that period, except for the [Decedent] and the arrow of the Four Gods, no concepts or concrete entities can exist. A place where you cannot stay for long.

There is no space, no time, no right or wrong. Everything is scattered by fierce wrestling. They exist briefly for a moment, and then are erased. After that, in the next flash, they may appear again. Appearing and being created once and for all.

And in the vast chaos, if you squint your eyes and look far away, at that moment of trance, someone may be able to see the figure kneeling on one knee, with a vague long pole inserted into the figure's back.

The dark cracks extended in all directions, like white paper being roughly torn open.

From time to time, some faint white fluorescent spots danced near the figure, and then suddenly disappeared again.

Are those...the souls who are calling him, willing to die in eternal silence?

They existed there far away, disappearing into a small dot.

Behind Luojia and the Word Bearer, there was such a scene.

Angertai stood at the junction of this situation, fighting against the endless tide of evil.

Sometimes, for example, when he was spat on by the Great Unclean One, or sprayed all over by the Slaanesh Desire Demon, Angeltai would have a vague thought - they were really guarding the life of the [dead man] ?

Such a existence behind them - can those endless waves of demons really set foot on it and have an impact on the [dead]?

he does not know.

But since the original body is fighting and leading them to fight against the demonic tide, then Angeltai has nothing to doubt or hesitate.

Perhaps... Angeltai thought, both of them were just waiting for other people to break the situation. They were clinging to this land just to get an advantage.

Or maybe... Angeltai's eyes once again glanced at the figure of the original body who used his staff to fight off the demon. The scene was as weird as ever, with Luojia's head shining with golden light and the original body's blasphemous and brutal body.

Or maybe, the original body just wanted them to survive, just wanted the Word Bearers to still survive, so he came.

But no matter why the Primarch came and why he fought, his most loyal sons will loyally accompany him and fight for him.

Angeltai roared and rushed out again.

One thousand nine hundred and fifty-five.

[Dead]... wake up quickly and put an end to this hell scene... and their atonement.

He was silent.

Great! No more