Chapter 466 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (Fifty-One) The Decisive Battle, the Three Variables

Chapter 466 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadow (Fifty-One) Decisive Battle, Part Three - Variables

Wave...

Another amulet with the color of blood broke instantly, which also meant the complete demise of the tens of millions of souls sacrificed to obtain it.

A painful wail sounded from the cracks in the crystal. The passively activated energy shield blocked Calvin's lightning claws for a moment, and at this moment, Erebus was once again taken away by the portal created by the crystal amulet.

"The fifth one..." Erebus recovered from the severe dizziness. While calculating the number of remaining amulets in his heart, he also looked up to observe the surrounding environment.

The entrance should be in the church in the center of the cemetery, but the original church had long been destroyed by the warriors under Horus.

Erebus once again confirmed the direction of the church ruins, and the footsteps of the Primarch sounded again in the woods behind him.

"Oh, you are here..."

Calvin's voice had just alerted Erebus, and a silver figure had already broken through the air.

The chief priest had no time to use his impressive martial arts in Astrata, and the energy shield that had just been restored on his body was shattered again.

Buzz!

The buzzing lightning claws tore through the air and scratched a gully on the stone slabs of the cemetery.

The chief priest retreated frantically and tried to lock the Primarch, but he didn't even have time to use his psychic power. He was shocked to see the afterglow left by the ferocious claws in front of him again...

Bo... Another amulet was shattered, and this time his breastplate was also shattered.

Only a few centimeters away, the sharp blade of the lightning claws could pierce his heart, and he had no resistance to Calvin's speed, and could only see the afterimage left by the Primarch's attack.

"What a monster! No... All Primarchs are fucking monsters!"

Erebus cursed Calvin, and it could even be said that he was expressing some of his views on Lorgar.

He was thrown out of the portal and held the stone beside him. He was panting and retching violently because of the dizziness of continuous teleportation. The more embarrassed he was, the more intense his desire for power became.

"Soon..." he muttered, his sweaty hands groping for the staff on his back. The eight crystals on it were arranged according to the Chaos Eight-pointed Star, and only the last one was left unlit.

This staff was his masterpiece, and it was also the exclusive weapon he prepared for the Primarch after he obtained the famous "Enemy Blade" that year.

But it was different from the legendary sword. It was prepared in advance by the Chaos Powers and handed out by his hands. This staff was completely out of his own desire to ascend to the devil, and it was finally formed after a long accumulation.

And this was just a key. Its energy supply was the power of the huge magic circle connected to it, which covered the entire Janmorro star zone, and the Primarch's body was temporarily frozen in place.

And what Erebus needed was this short time, because the key to the legendary portal to the secrets of the gods was the blood of a noble man - a gene Primarch.

"Soon..." Erebus hinted to his body, so that this aging body that could not be redeemed by the warp could once again offer him strength.

As long as he could complete the most critical step in the plan, then power, power and even truly eternal life would no longer be fantasies that only existed in dreams.

The current location was less than one kilometer away from the legendary portal.

And if nothing unexpected happened, the blasphemous ritual he arranged for Calvin throughout the entire Janmorro sector would be completed after decades of careful preparation...

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Boom! A flaming meteor slid down from the sky, rolled, and finally slammed into a mining hill in the Padilla galaxy.

Outside the three-meter-deep pit, the turned-up land still had traces of burning, and under the steaming pit, two Astartes in blood-colored power armor had just kicked open the deformed hatch with their feet.

In the orbit of the mining world, two heavy cruisers were cruising around the sunken ruins of the "Heart of Desire".

A large number of boarding torpedoes were densely inserted on the Blood Raven warship, and nearly a hundred Word Bearers were among them, nervously looking for something.

Dozens of minutes passed, and the Word Bearers on the Heart of Desire still hadn't found their target.

They sent a signal to the mothership that the mission had failed, and on the bridge of the flagship of this fleet, the glorious Son of the Blessed, the Guardian of the Padilla System appointed by Erebus himself, Zarulak, was nervously looking at the time above his head.

"How many troops do we have left?" He asked the fallen mechanical priest beside him.

"There are only five on the fleet, but if we mobilize from the ground..."

"There's no time... Let them all go down!"

Zarulak looked at the distance between the city cluster on the ground and the Blood Ravens, and decisively gave up this unrealistic plan.

"What about Lord Yeager?" The mechanical priest asked the question decisively. Without Erebus's order, he could not drive Yeager, who was also a Son of the Blessed.

"The chief pastor authorized me to be in charge of everything here..." Zarulak emphasized:

If Yeager dared to disobey, he would be denying Erebus's will.

"Your will..." The black-robed fallen mechanical priest bowed his head and moved his eight-legged spider suit to walk out.

A few minutes later, the belly of the warship on the track opened again, and more than a dozen death claws carrying the hunting team also flew to the ground in an arc under the adjustment of the rocket jet...

"Do you think our mission is successful?"

Pulling his only remaining companion out of the deep pit, Lewan asked him the question in his heart. In the week-long raid, they did not enter the core territory of the Word Bearers.

"At least we tried our best." Herbert climbed out of the pit and looked at the sky, then turned to comfort Lewan.

The two confirmed the direction slightly, and then walked towards the depths of the nearby mountains.

"Then, what about the promise that the adult promised us?" Lewan spread his palm, and Calvin's psychic seed appeared again.

"Do you believe it?" Herbert shrugged his shoulders, and then gave up this action because of the limitation of the armor.

"No one has ever been able to touch that realm, and he should not be an exception."

"I believe..." Lewan retorted, but what he really believed in was his dead mentor.

He had no chance to meet Calvin, so he naturally didn't know what Lemur had seen before his death. Doubts and confusion filled his heart, but he needed a sustenance at this time.

"Heh..." Herbert shook his head without comment, then gave up the idea of ​​persuading his companions and continued to move forward.

After experiencing such a difficult battle, the victory or defeat of this war in his eyes was still unknown. It was too far for him to force himself to believe in the promise of a person he had never met.

"Let's go." He turned his head and called Lewan, who was still thinking, and the latter also put away the psychic seed and chased him.

The death claw in the sky was falling rapidly, and in Lewan's spiritual world, the psychic seed that had been silent all the time began to quietly undergo unpredictable changes...

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