Chapter 728 172 Release to Sea or Run Away?

Chapter 728 172. Release to the sea or run away?

He is right in front of you.

This supreme, majestic, indescribable bastard.

Can you give him a punch?

But first, you need to touch him.

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[With all due respect, you look particularly excited, my friend. 】

Whispers slipped through the wriggling shadows, Corax judged cautiously, and Angron grinned.

[Why aren’t you excited? Finally, there is a duel that allows us to put aside the influence of politics and reputation; we can therefore have a duel with him. 】

The raven fluttered its feathers uneasily. He wanted to ask if he really wanted to duel with the Lord of Mankind?

In that vast subspace, the sun is still turning slowly. It has long been dimmed, but it is still the eternal sun.

That burning, stinging light shines on all souls, and his light reaches everywhere and reaches everywhere.

But after a long silence, Corax did not say anything disappointing after all, because he realized that his brothers' trip was not a rash move because they did not know the strength of the Lord of Mankind.

It is the true awakening after knowing its cost and consequences.

In other words, all the Primarchs present had a mentality that they really wanted to beat the Emperor, even if they had to pay a heavy price, they would give it a try.

Even more than beating up the Emperor, Corax felt chilled by the idea that all his brothers had such a mentality.

The Emperor truly united the Primarchs and harnessed their hatred.

[But I don’t think they can last long. 】

Corax said, his completely black pupils looking into the distance. In that world, some kind of subspace realm has arrived.

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"I'm glad to see you."

The black-haired man said with a smile. He held tea in one hand and squatted on the dining table that was half a person's height. Then he held the table with one hand and slowly lowered it.

He looks like a cautious middle-aged man.

But Mortarion and Sanguinius acted as if they were facing a powerful enemy at the same time. One drew his sickle, the other held a spear, staring at the Lord of Mankind's every move.

Due to the requests of Mortarion and Sanguinius, Hades temporarily withdrew the Dark Domain attachment from them. The two originals wanted to use their spiritual powers to fight the Lord of Mankind.

Neither of the two primarchs dared to act rashly, and at the same time, they also began to arrange their own psychic fields in tacit agreement, pulling down the subspace and making this place their domain.

"I'm sorry to tell the truth,"

The Lord of Humanity took a slow sip of tea. He even had time to taste the tea.

"You can't beat me like this."

【I know. 】

Mortarion said, his scythe stood up like a poisonous snake, and he bared his fangs towards the Lord of Mankind. More and more white mist surged from the gaps in his bone armor, suddenly covering Mortarion. .

In the rolling white mist, a taller, thinner being stood up. He bowed his back deeply and was almost taller than the ceiling here, but for some reason he was still standing here, declaring the formality of the laws of physics. Invalid.

It can no longer be called a human being, it should be said to be some kind of giant insect in the fog, but it is not a complete entity. In some places that should be connected by joints, armor, and flesh, only white mist is surging. , connecting the broken parts of the body.

On the other side, Sanguinius showed his true face without hesitation, with most of his essence gone. This made him weak, but it didn't mean he couldn't continue fighting now.

The fierce power had gone, leaving only the gurgling stream, so the conflict between them was no longer sharp. Sanguinius tried to accept the two powers of water and fire - which made his figure gradually become more ferocious.

Blood energy and golden light sway out at the same time. With a thought of gods and demons, different angles, different thoughts, and different times, onlookers will see a completely different Sanguinius.

[Is this my essence, father, dear? 】

Sanguinius said word by word, his scarlet and golden eyes were so sad,

[No... I think my essence should be a more brutal existence, because you were not surprised by the ghoul army. 】

"I really didn't expect it."

The Emperor said honestly, standing calmly between the two mutating psionic Primarchs.

"But this is not a bad thing. It means that you have walked out of the trajectory I set. This is the life you chose. You have truly grown up - even subspace creatures will change their nature."

"but,"

The emperor stopped talking. He casually looked up at the bodies of Malcador and Orpeson lying on the ground. After a thought, Malcador and Orpeson were directly invited out of the room and turned to this space. Swear outside.

"That's not enough."

The Lord of Mankind put down the cup, and under the cold eyes of the two Primarchs,

"I have missed the education for you, but most of you have grown up very well. I never thought that two of you would reach this state. Although the process was bumpy and the ending was different, but I'm happy with it."

【What do you want to say? 】

There was an insect buzzing like some kind of hard film rubbing against each other, followed by a harsh mocking sound.

[You want to educate us now? 】

"Exactly."

The Lord of Humanity said, with golden flames in his eyes and black hair moving automatically without wind!

"You are too young to understand the true meaning of subspace, so let me -"

? !

At this moment, something terrifying, weird, strange, unable to be accurately captured and described by the senses, twisted, slow, flowing, solid, and bizarre existed.

The height and width are stretched infinitely, extending to blurred lines that cannot be reached by sight. The existence is coming, stuffed here like an elephant forcing its way into a microwave oven.

gold.

Facing Him, you can only accurately describe Him in one word.

But when you look at Him and see His incomplete, twisted, incomplete, filthy, and filthy body, you clearly know that He has failed, that He is the product of failure, and that He has not reached the true kingdom of heaven. Even though He had held the sword many times - the hilt almost jumped into His hand.

But He did not raise the sword.

On the contrary, He chose to commit suicide.

This is as absurd as not picking up five dollars on the ground. A hungry pedestrian refuses free food and accommodation. A patient who is about to die is unwilling to go to heaven with a beautiful angel; or it seems that there is no People will refuse to turn off the faucet subconsciously, and use their hands to support the ground just before falling - this is a serious violation of instinct.

But He did it.

And slowly, hugely, proudly.

+Prove yourself to me. +

He said.

His territory thus expands, even though you know He never intended to expand His territory, but with His words, it all happens naturally.

The blurry and illusory golden figure sang praises, knelt down to Him, hymns descended, and the four seas danced. The throne appeared automatically. It was not that He wanted to sit on the throne, but that the throne needed Him to sit on it - and then the throne could be a throne.

And now, this unimaginable thing exists right now, right here.

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"I'm so fucked."

Hades stared into the distance in disbelief. The white hair at the front of his head lit up with a faint golden flame, but then it was extinguished by Hades' thoughts. Pluto's black pupils were almost completely reflected by the golden light that flashed over. It's golden.

"Does he really have grudges against Mortarion and Sanguinius?"

Hades said, ready to take action. From his perspective, the main battlefield was all golden at the moment, and no other existence could be seen at all.

A star directly enveloped the place, and because he was not invited, Hades could not see the inside of the star. He just stood in the distance and looked directly at the sun.

"I guess you can wait."

Trazin said excitedly, it was staring at his picture almost intently, another out-of-print collection, it could no longer control itself.

"how?"

Hades said irritably, "Don't you still have the picture you want?"

"No, no no no no,"

Trazin said,

"I mean, the Lord of Mankind is obviously going to say something to his descendants. I have a feeling it will be wonderful - you can't disturb the kindness of fathers and the filial piety of sons."

"I know you can't see the picture inside, so I'll send you a signal at the cost of waiting a little longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Trazin enthusiastically pulled Hades over and showed him the scenes inside with relish.

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He is still weak.

Mortarion was as aware of this now as Barbarus was in the shadow of his alien adoptive father.

He, absolutely, won't succeed.

Although he had faced Nurgle and Slaanesh in person, the feeling of being unable to breathe was still imprinted deep in his soul, but when he looked at the Emperor, a sense of oppression completely different from that of Chaos pressed against his shoulders like a mountain. above.

Mortarion realized that the Emperor could severely damage or even kill a Chaos on his own -

And in the heyday of these monsters, the Lord of Mankind might be able to accomplish the great feat of killing Chaos twice, as long as he is willing to hold the sword of the subspace.

Under such power, he was like a child holding a toy stick, facing an adult holding a shotgun alone, with extremely slim hope of winning.

But even so, we have to fight.

The pale Mortarion felt his whole body creaking. In the holy land shrouded in golden light and without any shadow, the white mist was escaping from his bone helmet in panic, leaving him and never returning.

But he needs to fight.

In front of Nurgle, he held on; in front of Slaanesh, he held on - and in front of the Lord of Mankind, he had no reason to retreat.

From the very beginning, Mortarion charged forward resolutely, even when facing Nacre who had no chance of winning.

The mist surged again, and the evil ghost in the smoke spewed poisonous mist. The tall and thin ghost figure slowly straightened up, and the golden soul that was singing under him curled up and fell down, turning into a part of the mist.

Just like in the old days in Nurgle's Garden, he began to erode, step by step, and each step would dim hundreds of souls, trailing the mark of death behind him, step after step.

+You are tough. +

The golden monster blinks his golden eyes,

+This is why I chose you in the first place. You can disperse the fog, but they will eventually gather again;

I found you in the dry land of the vast ocean, the eternally stagnant smoke. You were obviously more unwilling to move around than other things in the warp, so I didn't put in much effort. You only appeared when I tried to capture you. After resisting for a moment, you tried to let me get lost - this was all your original subjective consciousness. +

Mortarion made a vomiting sound. He was very good at it because he often followed Hades and sometimes he would deliberately make vomiting sounds to tease Hades.

Or he made this sound to the documents that Guilliman brought to him.

But now he used it to mock his father.

+I am not grateful that you brought me here. +

Mortarion's voice was mixed with lazy arrogance.

+And it is not your credit that I came here. +

The golden monster chuckled.

+I know, so I got a bargain for nothing. +

The Pale Lord was silent for a moment. He felt that his body was more uncertain. The mist was still spreading, and the golden light stung him. Sometimes he shrank, and sometimes he became stronger. Mortarion felt that he had not yet found the real trick, but he still existed under the burning of the golden flame-never disappeared.

+No,+

He said, the golden eyes embedded in the bone armor glittering,

+Now you need to pay the price! +

Gathering the mist into a sickle, he pounced suddenly-he saw his true form!

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+I don't think you will listen to anything I say. +

+That's right. +

The vampire replied contemptuously. He was obviously more adapted to this place than Mortarion, because the archangel had touched the real heaven for a moment.

The archangel walked with a spear, blood was everywhere under his feet, and souls screamed and fell to the ground where the blood river rolled.

After a moment of silence, Sanguinius suddenly spoke.

+I am still very sad. +

+You are not willing to really compete with us, even if you can directly push us to the ground and make us like ants. +

+Should I apologize for being too powerful? +

The Emperor's humorous voice sounded.

+This makes me so sad. +

The Lord of Mankind sighed,

+I try my best to meet your wishes-I am paving the way for the real battlefield between you and me, and I am also the initiator and host of this duel. +

Sanguinius was silent.

+……+

+You are preparing for your escape in the future. +

The archangel pointed this out without hesitation.

+I still have the last bit of reason and dignity - otherwise I will call the Hades immediately. +

How can humans fight against the Eternal Sun? How can they raise their swords and spears at this huge celestial body? Can the sun be killed? Will it bleed? Can its neck be cut off? Only the bottomless black hole can swallow such an existence.

+Hades? +

The Lord of Mankind smiled and said,

+Of course you can call him, why not? +

Yes, why not?

Sanguinius's dim blood eyes were brightening again, and he curled the corners of his mouth unconsciously, revealing the tips of his small fangs.

+Because I am looking forward to the punch I really hit you. +

The archangel said, taking the psychic energy thrown by the Lord of Mankind without hesitation.

He knew what the Emperor was going to do - the Lord of Mankind was never a person who would make a big fuss and do meaningless things.

The Emperor would cut off his flesh and feed it to his underage offspring.

Then the Lord of Mankind could run away.

Run, he wanted to run far away.

But his scion will succeed in stopping him.

And that is what Sanguinius is waiting for.

He will stop him and make him face his own mess.

Until then, he will swallow any humiliation.