Chapter 731 175 Making Too Many Enemies

Chapter 731 175. Making too many enemies

Stand between the enemies.

He feels good.

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"When I killed someone for the first time in my life,"

The boy said that the Sakarya River flowed in the land farther away at his feet,

"I don't feel fear."

"Perhaps in the more distant future, killing has already become a common thing. Human beings are keen to kill their fellows with their hands, sticks, and bullets - but at the moment when my forehead was pressed against my father's skull, , the first murder in human history had just been committed.”

The brown-skinned boy paused for a moment, seeming to consider something.

"Since then, the reverberations of that murder have reverberated throughout the human species, bringing into the human soul the concept of murdering fellow humans."

"Maybe or maybe not,"

The boy then added. There was not much emotion in his dark brown eyes, which were shining with light, but it made people feel that he was always thinking a lot and confused.

"It could also be the blood I carved on the lifeblood of mankind."

he said, smiling involuntarily,

"Because I committed the first revenge, the second murder in human history - I killed the uncle who killed my father."

He raised his hands and looked at his hands, admiring them as if they were stained with the blood of his enemies.

Although there was no blood on it, he used his spirit to cause his uncle to have a heart attack and die.

"You know, human beings are always extended by blood, and all kinds of strange, ridiculous, and unimaginable stories are extended - I am very curious about where my story will extend next."

He blinked and stopped looking at his hands. The boy looked up into the distance. White clouds are floating above the Sakarya River, and the chirping of insects and the chatter and laughter of the villagers still echo in the fields.

But he was expelled because he let a healthy and strong man die in front of everyone. These ignorant humans did not know what happened yet, but their instincts frightened them, so they expelled the boy.

He could have stayed.

The boy did not choose to stay.

His father's death completely made him see his true nature. He knew that he should not stay here anymore, in this small, calm and peaceful village——

A bigger story awaits him, and he must be a part of it.

"I'm very curious - whether this bloodline haze echoing in human history will find me again in some corner of history."

But the boy no longer has any direct relatives, and the remaining villagers have weak blood connections with him and cannot form a clear subspace connection.

"But I might have kids."

Thinking of this, the boy fell silent. In the fishnet pocket on his back, his dead father's skull was looking at him silently.

"What would this mean?"

the boy asked.

No one answered him.

The water of the Sakarya River lapped against the shore, making a soft gurgling sound.

"what does that mean?"

Will they avenge him? Will his skull be stuffed with mud, as is the custom in villages on the banks of the Sakarya River? Will they be like him? Or more stupid?

But what does having a child mean to him? In this world, there are people connected by blood to him - what does this mean?

No one answered him.

Still only the sound of the river echoed him.

His dead father would never be able to answer it for him. He was still young at that time and there were too many things he didn't understand.

So the boy hit the road.

With the ambition of being alone.

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His descendants seemed eager to fight him.

Neos thought, his eyes lit up with fighting spirit, and he had to take it seriously now - it seemed that the Primarchs had been grudges for a long time.

But so what?

Nios has personally experienced and witnessed too many upper and lower limit operations in human history. His children can only be said to have fluctuated during this period, but did not exceed the standard.

There were too many incidents that could cause resentment. Neos believed that what he did to the Primarchs was within reasonable limits. If it were him, he would not be so resentful.

But it doesn't matter.

The Lord of Mankind does not intend to delve into the emotional connection between this. He will focus on the battlefield itself and let his fists do the talking - the Emperor's most accustomed way of speaking.

The first was the weakening spell cast by Malcador, Or Persson and Magnus.

Malcador muttered something. The old man who had just been injured did not directly use his own power. He cleverly used the spiritual energy fields of all the original bodies present to connect their meridians to form a large restriction circle.

Neos curled his lips, Malcador could indeed do this. When designing the original bodies, they designed a similar subspace plane for all the original bodies——

And Malcador happened to know this.

Magnus, who was opposite Malcador, immediately turned the page of the book and followed Malcador's footsteps. At this moment, two Alpha-leveled psykers exerted their strength at the same time——

Normally, this would be enough to crack an entire planet, but now, the two wizards are just using their powerful mana as a psychic confinement field!

Of course, they must do this for no other reason. If they don't restrain the space here first, then no one can beat Neos' infinite forward-shaking, no CD, no chanting teleportation!

And even so, Neos can use teleportation after paying a certain price.

The emperor looked at Malcador. The old man had obviously put forward what he had learned all his life. The magic circle under the tip of the staff was extremely perfect, and he even introduced part of Pluto's water as a suppressor——

This is a move Malcador may have initially intended to use against Slaanesh.

If the formation is broken in advance, Neos can still escape.

but……

Neos looked back slightly, and Orperson was vomiting blood at this moment, crying in secret.

Behind him, Angron's hand was on Orr's back, and the light of psychic energy lit up - Angron also gave Orr the Tears of Aisha given by Mortarion.

Action becomes difficult at this moment. If it were anyone else, he would have exploded and died as early as this moment, and the echoes of secret words and witchcraft would even be transmitted to other corners of his life.

But this was the Emperor, so the Lord of Mankind only found movement slightly difficult.

Neos did not take any action. He waited for his descendants to take action in order to save the necessary energy.

【I will watch you regret...】

Mortarion neighed. As the original body with the strongest defense in the field and the best at defending the main frontal battlefield, the Pale Lord swung his scythe forward without hesitation. The scythe, which was as heavy as a thousand stones, roared through the air and went straight towards The emperor's neck is gone!

At the same moment, the Blood King also waved his wings, and the spear in his hand rushed towards the blind corner where the emperor could not defend himself. The spear was as ghostly as a snake!

The sonic boom sounds! Following Sanguinius closely, the flying ax of Angron, the Lord of Red Sand, also exploded a sonic boom cloud in the narrow room.

All of this happened in just a split second - masters fighting each other often saw life and death in an instant!

Neos thought for a moment,

Malcador spurted out a mouthful of blood and truly began to pour his power into the formation eye. The suppression formation between him and Magnus also reached its strongest at this moment, and the subspace turned into an entity like a towering mountain, heading towards humanity. The Lord presses away.

It seems we can't hide anymore.

Neos thought, and under the pressure of the secret words, which was like trillions of atmospheres, he casually took a step to the side.

With just one step, the scythe passed by his face.

The raised ribs on the sickle blade scratched his cheek, and about a few milliliters of blood would seep out 4.7 seconds later. Of course, it was poisonous, but the Lord of Mankind was not afraid.

Then, Neos held his free left hand behind his back, and the sonorous cold spear shaft appeared in his hand in an instant. The spear thrust by Sanguinius turned from extremely high speed to stillness in an instant!

But Sanguinius himself was still moving forward due to the huge inertia, and the spear shaft rubbed bright sparks against the archangel's helmet, so Neos let go again and looked sideways at Sanguinius walking past him. He lost his balance and flew out——

It looked like he was about to collide with Mortarion.

Hopefully they won't argue afterwards.

The Emperor thought and squatted down suddenly. The battle ax circled over him. At this moment, his free left hand reached up again and accurately grasped the chain that Angron had wrapped around the handle of the battle axe.

"come over."

The emperor said that he was not going to let go this time. With his mortal body, he easily grasped the chain, which weighed as much as a thousand kilograms. Then the Lord of Red Sand felt a lightness under his feet——

He flew up.

Now, with the Lord of Mankind on the dining table in the center of the room as the center of the circle, Angron will fly around the room.

The Lord of the Red Sands wants to free himself from the chains wrapped around his armor, but will the Emperor let him succeed? The psychic power of the Lord of Mankind had already exerted its power to fuse the chains to his arm armor.

Fly, fly.

Neos thought that the first target of Flying Angron was Magnus——

He was very pleased to see that the red-skinned giant was successfully knocked away after screaming. The Lord of Humanity did not leave them much time to react.

It wasn't until 7 milliseconds after Magnus and Angron were flying together that Sanguinius, who tried to brake but failed, hit Mortarion, and then they rolled together like a bowling ball and a bowling pin. Roll backwards.

Because Magnus left the battle midway, Malcador suffered a backlash and spurted a mouthful of blood. However, the Lord of Mankind had no time to appreciate it at the moment, because sharp claws were stabbing at him on both sides of his head.

Neos let go of Angron and watched as his two red heirs rolled out like bowling balls. Then the fierce golden flames lit up, and the darkness screamed and melted before it could hit him.

Childish methods such as assassination are not yet acceptable to Neos.

The Lord of Mankind thought faintly. He raised his eyes and looked at Mortarion and Sanguinius who broke the wall and finally stopped in panic, as well as Magnus who was cursing uncontrollably——

Oh, because there were no wing brakes, Magnus and Angron were still rolling.

Two flaming firebirds fell from the sky, rolling and flapping on the ground. The flames drove away any darkness they could hide. The one who screamed loudly was Conrad, and the one who shouted less was Corax.

"it's over."

The Lord of Humanity said calmly and clapped his hands casually,

Until this moment, only a tiny drop of blood appeared on his cheek where the bone spurs scratched it. Nios hid his disordered breathing and pulse. He used his spiritual power to put on a normal shell for himself.

In fact, he was a little out of breath.

But Nios knew how to make himself look decent. Except for the blood beads on his cheeks and the slightly dark veins underneath, he looked fine, and his clothes were even spotless.

This is gambling at the same gambling table with chaos, the self-cultivation of an old gambler.

If the Primarchs insist on a tug of war with him, Nyos has no guarantee of victory.

His psychic energy was seriously depleted. He could burst out, but was not good at sustained combat.

[It's... not over yet. ]

Amid the screams, wails, and curses, an angry voice rang out again. It was undoubtedly from Mortarion.

Neos thought that his offspring was the best at exhausting others.

He stumbled down from Sanguinius. The next moment, white mist rose, and a huge insect-like creature instantly appeared in the mist.

[Malcador... Malcador...]

Buzzing insects.

The two hostile people were extremely tacit at this moment. The hunchbacked old man immediately hid in the mist. The next moment, the magic circle that had just stopped was activated again.

But it was not as weak as before.

In the mist, the golden flames disappeared, and the primarchs stood up again. The god of death obviously generously shared his power.

Neos sighed, looking at the slowly growing people in the mist. This place was pulled into the quagmire of the warp, and the primarchs began to reveal their true nature... It's time.

Neos raised his eyebrows.

"Then come again?"

The voice that responded to him was not like a human throat.

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The shining golden sun turned towards them.

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Hades found it difficult to describe what he saw.

The main battlefield was completely pulled into the warp. Compared with the wonderful and fascinating pictures of the physical world, the pictures of the warp were more abstract and difficult to understand with normal mind.

The different domains of the primarchs rose in the golden kingdom, and the kings in the domains marched towards the sun hanging in the sky together. Mist, blood, darkness, red soil... eroded the golden kingdom.

He saw giant bone-white insects, demons dripping with blood, warriors with hollow hearts, pages turning, black birds flickering in the shadows, and eyeless people wailing under the night sky.

He also saw Malcador, who was wearing a robe like Mona Lisa.

The golden sun only looked at his offspring, showering them with sunlight and inflicting pain on them.

Several times, the Pale Lord and the Blood King arrived at his feet. The mist and blood tried to climb up, but were burned away again and again. It was still the same question - how can ants defeat the sun?

There was only one person who could really hurt the sun.

Pluto lowered his hands and waited quietly.

Finally, I don’t know how long time has passed in the subspace. Maybe it was only a moment, or maybe it was forever, but no matter what, the cafeteria that was forcibly upgraded slowly landed and returned to the dimension it should have been in.

Now, this grain of dust finally slowly fell to the ground.

The Lord of Mankind still stood in his original position, smiling, with slightly dirty corners of his clothes, and beneath him, many Primarchs were lying in a mess, most of them looked like they were in a state of drunkenness.

"What a pity, it was just a little bit short."

Neos said,

He might be telling the truth, Malcador panted and held his staff, hunched over and stared at the Lord of Mankind, after all, this old bastard was a guy who would pretend to have won if he only had a drop of blood.

No... No...

Mortarion struggled to get up, but he felt that his body could not match his overly large soul, and it became extremely difficult to control himself.

His other brothers were in a similar state.

No...

Mortarion struggled, they still had a chance, still had a chance!

The Pale Lord struggled frantically, he was unwilling to let it end like this! Obviously, it was just a little bit short several times, just that little bit short! ! !

In his dizzy vision, he saw the Lord of Mankind patting his clothes, jumping off the table lightly, and preparing to leave.

Who else, who else can help? ? ? !

Guilliman...

No... Forget about Guilliman.

Then... it must be...

[Hades. ]/"Hades."

A mouthful of blood came out of Malcador's mouth, and the gloomy old man finally sighed deeply.

"Come on, Hades."

Malcador said,

The smile on Neos's mouth disappeared instantly.

"The battle is over."

The Lord of Mankind said, unbelievable, staring at Malcador as if he was stabbed in the back,

"You can't afford to play."

"Yes."

Malcador laughed grimly, and the next moment, everyone heard that hearty shout and the surging water that almost overturned the subspace here.

"It's finally my turn!"

Boom!

Dust flew everywhere, and a big hole appeared in the middle of the ceiling. Hades, squatting in the middle of the remains of the broken dining table, appeared in everyone's sight, holding a sickle in one hand and a strange mechanical sage in the other.

"Come and fight, Neos!"

The Lord of Mankind stared at Hades, as if asking if he really wanted to collude with the Primarchs?

Hades decisively gave a positive answer with his eyes.

Neos turned around slowly, he sighed deeply and tiredly, and then-

"...Okay."

The Lord of Mankind said.

The next moment, before anyone could react- Neos ran away!