Chapter 827 [269] Chaos!

Chapter 827 【269.】Confusion!

"Isn't this possible?"

Mrs. Psyche looked sideways, and between the beds, [Angron] was stuck between the beds, waving his hands slightly irritably,

[I’ll fight whoever the greenskins like to fight—I’ve tried my best,]

The ecstasy sighs like a aria,

[It's greenskins again...it's Necrons again. Can't Guilliman send me something interesting to play with? ]

As the Zealot spoke, his eyes slid uncontrollably to the battlefield at the other end, where the battle ax trembled in the tightly clenched hands of the Lord of Red Sand——

The abilities of the two Angrons are more like high-power transmitting and receiving antennas. Not only can they emit the emotions they want to resonate with high power, but they are also extremely sensitive to noisy emotions from the outside world.

However, Angron seemed to have mastered emotional acceptance shielding without any teacher, and the golden light spread.

Otherwise, the crazed person will believe that the [synaesthesia] he just launched will definitely make his other self feel something.

"You're a little too impatient."

Lady Psyche hissed, her eyes looking into the distance with some concern. After seeing the tough Typhons swaying and staggering back to his feet among the green-skinned pulp, the followers of Slaanesh breathed a sigh of relief. .

[You are a little too weird, boring Barbarus. ]

[Angron]'s voice came lazily,

[impatient? This is an essence and a virtue for us - what kind of ecstasy did that 'Mortarion' fill you with? ]

"Hehehe, Angron, if you want to play with 'Mortarion', just say so - but I won't help you persuade 'Mortarion'."

[Whatever~]

The ecstasy yawned. Generally, synaesthesia would make [Angron] more excited, but because what he had just synesthesized was a green skin without reproductive organs——

Therefore, the loss of the luster is slightly greater, and the emotional response fed back is not enough to support [Angron] in the second half, unless he takes drugs.

Mrs. Psyche glanced at Angron strangely.

"Don't you think that the blessings from the gods have been reduced a lot since coming here? Do you know the state of our Lord in this fate line?"

[I don’t know ~ I don’t want to know. ]

[Angron] yawned again, picked up the thigh bone of the Necron King's remains and slapped his back.

[Probably swallowed or annexed by our great master... The great ones are similar to each other. Isn't it because of the connection between subspaces that we can come here? ]

"As far as I know, the master of this destiny has dissipated before then."

Mrs. Psyche said hesitantly. She stretched out her hand, and a blazing purple light rose up, but then disappeared again after flickering.

"I feel a little tired...can you still feel the blessing from our Lord?"

[? ]

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the lustful man [Angron]. He stretched out his finger and rubbed it against his cheek like a match. Bright purple flames rose from his fingertips.

[It is indeed a bit bleak, but not to the point of panic,]

The lustful man said slowly, he climbed forward half of his body,

[You don't know how to play quietly, Mrs. Psyche? I've heard that there is something counter-psionic in this fate line. ]

Mrs. Psyche laughed instead.

"It's not just fun, Zealot, I can play with these... As the biggest transmission medium in the destiny of the Prince of Darkness, you'd better keep your thoughts to yourself."

[Okay, okay, this is the fate of being too favored,]

The ecstasy stood up slowly,

[In this case, I'd better play with them. ]

Lady Psyche smiled gratefully. The more power of Slaanesh the Zealot uses, the closer the distance between the two fate lines will be, and the closer their gods will be to them.

Gods bless believers, and believers also influence gods. Thousands of years ago, [Guilliman] took advantage of this to further pollute Chaos to the side closer to disorder.

In the distance, watching the Zealot stand up again, Angron felt as if ten thousand alpacas were flying past in his heart. He even began to pray that the Emperor would give him another Butcher's Nail——

Then he nailed the most terrifying torture instrument in the galaxy to the head of the ecstasy.

To be fair, Angron had never encountered such a difficult situation. The Zealot's near-perfect control over emotions and empathy made the Lord of Red Sand feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

In the previous battles, he had to direct the battle while tensing up and guarding against the mental attacks from the zealots that seemed to be provocative or teasing. This kind of feeling that happened from time to time was too scary.

In his panic, Angron's skills in emotional resonance and manipulation made an almost qualitative leap——

His gladiator spirit that never bowed allowed him to hold on and allowed him to grow through the confrontation.

The only way to resist the mental attacks of the ecstatic is...

Angron stretched out his hand and struck the face of the raised battle ax fiercely. Waves of golden light rippled, with the Lord of Red Sand as the center of the circle, and the golden ripples spread slowly.

【For the Empire! For humanity! ! ! 】

The primarch roared, and the World Eaters around him roared when they heard the primarch's war cry. The chainsaws buzzed, blood and minced flesh splashed, and they charged! World Eaters run!

"Live up to Angron's name!!!"

[It’s really passionate...]

The Desire [Angron] raised his eyes and licked his lips. With the help of his other self, this battle seemed not so boring.

The Zealot twisted his head, and his muscles and bones made a crackling sound. He felt that his interest seemed to be excited somewhere in his body. He stared at the battlefield where the greenskins and the Necrons were fighting, and grinned.

[Increase. ]

The ecstasy said, dizzy light burst out from around him, and the next moment, bang! [Angron] fell into the bed behind him again and burst into laughter.

Mrs. Psyche turned her head and saw the Necrons covered in the luster's light twisting and turning, while the greenskins were furious as if they were on stimulants. Mrs. Psyche roared when she saw several greenskins. , head exploded!

The abilities that the Zealot likes to use the most are synaesthesia and amplification, because these two abilities are generally underestimated by the opponent, but when this kind of witchcraft is used on a large-scale battlefield, it will bring about a catastrophic chain reaction. .

The Necron's perception was probably disturbed by the ecstasy, while the greenskins' warlike emotions were amplified, but this - this - Mrs. Psyche's face darkened for a moment, and she screamed!

"Are you adding buffs to the opponent's green skin?!!! Indulgence!!!"

After a brief silence, the deafening WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !

"WAAAAAAAGH!!! Me!!! I feel so hot!!! I really want to fight!!! WAAAAGH!!!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!!!"

? ! ! !

Mrs. Psyche wanted to rush over and shake the collar of [Angron] who was slumped on the bed, but it was too late. Mrs. Psyche rushed off Titan with a dark face, followed her gaze, and supported [Vox] Typhons was surrounded by greenskins who suddenly swelled up again.

[Mistake... pure mistake. ]

[Angron] waved his hand, turned his head and leaned back and began to concentrate on watching his other self waiting for the World Eaters to fight the big green skin.

Was it really a mistake?

…………………………

"Unlucky..."

Typhons slurred the word. The consensus of the Chaos Empire was not to cooperate with Slaanesh's army unless absolutely necessary.

These bastards who are paralyzed after having fun don't even care about fighting.

"WAAAAAAAGH!!!"

Another green-skinned cry! Typhons raised his scythe violently, and with a groan resisted the hammer from the green-skinned boss. Then Nurgle's followers suddenly exerted their strength, and the scythe swept away a large piece of green-skinned flesh.

Typhons moved a few steps to the right and kicked aside a moaning World Eater lying at his feet——

The guy was suffocating while holding his intestines that had been blown out by the bomb. He looked like he was about to die.

With the help of the Zealots, this war unfortunately became a protracted one that Slaanesh's armies were least equipped to handle.

Typhons raised his eyes and saw that the empire's front had not yet been defeated, and was even getting stronger as they fought, but he had no intention of taking care of their front -

Well, Typhons believed that Angron of the Empire was actually kind and righteous in not taking the opportunity to throw missiles at their war zone.

But the Zealots are not panic at all. For [Angron] and his army, death is just another awakening in the hotbed of Slaanesh, which can even allow them to return to their world as quickly as possible.

The premise is that in this destiny, others will not use "Pluto" to interfere with the reincarnation of the Chaos Primarchs.

Typhons thought, Pluto is really efficient——

It completely ignored all the rules, so much so that [Vox], who had just tried to die and called Hades, still hasn't recovered yet.

Would such a being need help?

But if "Hades" is replaced by "Hades", Typhons feels that everything makes sense again.

While thinking about it, Typhons hit another greenskin with his scythe. The greenskin boy yelled and slashed at Typhons with a machete. However, the machete was deeply embedded in Typhons's belly and became stuck and could not be pulled out. After coming out, Typhons easily knocked out the green boy who screamed WAAAGH with his sickle.

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The success of the Zealot's fooling around has made the greenskins dominate the battlefield. Now, except for the foot of the Titan where Slaanesh [Angron] is, the rest of the Chaos Empire is groaning——

However, the slumped followers of Slaanesh gave the greenskins no reason to attack. After shouting in disgust, the capable greenskins happily ran towards the empire, brandishing their knives.

Typhons deeply suspected that [Angron] did it on purpose.

But fortunately, this reduced the intensity of the enemies Typhons faced. Typhons thought slowly that he was not afraid of a protracted war. For the children of Nurgle, a protracted war was just a moment in the garden. .

Until an unknown amount of time passed, Typhons felt that these greenskins were leaving. The suspended continent parked in the sky began to move, slowly climbing upwards, and a hazy spiritual mist enveloped the continent.

In the distance, the true master of the green-skinned battlefield, WARLORD, is summoning his warriors——

A real war is going on, good boys, hurry up and set sail! Don't waste any more time!

"WAAAAAGH!!! Come back to me!!! Lose weight! Lose weight! Lift off!!!!"

Just hearing the roar of the green-skinned warboss, green light began to shine around all the green-skinned vehicles.

"?!!!"

Typhons suddenly heard the scream of Lady Psyche. He turned back suddenly and saw that Lady Psyche, who was protecting the unconscious [Vox], was hit by a heavy missile thrown randomly by a lander flying in the air.

Typhons' call to Hades just now was equivalent to a direct blow to the originally weak [Vox]. With his soul not yet recovered, [Vox] was completely unable to rise again.

Boom! ! ! !

The earth shook! ! !

Typhons watched [Vox] next to Lady Psyche being blown away, drawing a beautiful arc in the air——

Madam Psyche was screaming. She struggled to save [Vox], but was hit by the greenskin fighter helicopter that fell from the sky again, and had to struggle awkwardly.

——Typhons looked along the arc, and [Vox]'s falling destination happened to be a greenskin sky-blasting jet that was climbing rapidly.

Bang!

[Vox] hit the wing of the explosive jet. Typhons opened his eyes and watched the green-skinned guys hanging on the wing, huddled together, and began to shout for the gift of nature.

His brain was still a mess, and the dripping water from the branches of the Blessed Garden had not yet dried up. Without much thought, the kind and united Nurgle believer made his choice.

Typhons jumped up suddenly, with a sensitivity far beyond his body. He raised his sickle high - sizzle - sparks flew, and the curved sickle bit the jet fuselage. Typhons exerted force with both hands and swung himself up.

Boom!

The jet's rapidly rising fuselage suddenly fell, and Typhons kicked two greenskins away. He grabbed [Vox], glanced down, and then aimed at the position of Lady Psyche and threw [Vox] directly down.

The green light around the explosive jet was shining brighter and brighter. Without any hesitation, Typhons jumped off the jet immediately, but just as he jumped off——

Across the starry sky, the WARLORD on the distant battlefield exerted its strength, and the phantom heads of two wild green beasts suddenly appeared, with their mouths wide open, roaring and instantly buffing all the greenskins! ! !

Green light flashed!

“No?!”

Madam Psyche screamed. In front of her lay the big pit smashed by [Vox] and [Vox]. She looked up at the sky in disbelief, where Typhons disappeared with those greenskins.

“Is this right?!!!”

The darling of Slaanesh screamed.

……………………………………

“I see.”

Standing on the corpses of millions of Tyranids, Front Fang held a sword in one hand and raised its head that it would never lower.

Boom-Buzz! ! !

The Green-7 fighter, entangled by dozens of sky witches, screamed and emitted black smoke, and passed by the front teeth on the top of the Tyranid corpse, but the front teeth did not waver at all.

BANG! ! ! !

The bright fireworks exploded in front of the front teeth, and the bright red flames illuminated the green skin warlord's resolute cheeks.

"Then - let's do it!!! Go brother Mao brother!!! I bow to you!!! Let us be freed from the old days of slavery!!!!"

The front teeth raised the sword! Behind it, the huge starry sky flickered.