Chapter 473 Black and Red, the Plot in the Shadows (Fifty-Eight) The Decisive Battle of Morro's Secret

Chapter 473 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadow (Fifty-Eight) Decisive Battle - The Secret of Morro

The night is coming, and the stars are extinguished.

The demon tide is surging, and humanity is lost.

Purple-black scars appear on the stars in the Paris galaxy, as if the gods are touching them with their vicious fingers. The planets where humans live are also shrouded in the energy of the subspace, and the entire galaxy is stained with ominous meaning under the halo.

Blood-red clouds rotate and press down over every hive city, like a curtain spreading to the surface of the earth. In the occasional flashes of black thunder, there are clearly huge faces on the clouds that are twisted and staring maliciously.

"The end of the world is coming..." A young mother muttered to herself while looking up at the sky, while the child in her arms timidly looked up at the sky with one eye exposed, and asked the same question:

"Mom, what is the end of the world?"

"The end of the world means no hope..."

Yes, as she said, the end of the world means the extinction of hope.

The dark demon tide surged, the boundary between the subspace and reality was extremely blurred, the stable climate and environment of many planets were broken, and all kinds of natural disasters that had not been seen for a hundred years, such as rainstorms, earthquakes, floods, and plagues, also violated the laws of nature in this short half day, and then raged rampantly...

The land after the flood became rotten and muddy, and the fields and forests eroded by the rainstorm began to be horribly distorted.

Foul flies flew up in groups from the yellow-green puddles, and then flew to the dilapidated farms in the distance. The deformed birds picked up the seeds carrying the virus, and then brought the ominous beginning to the distant city in the off-season migration.

In the corners and gullies of the hive city, rats covered with scars and deformities are whispering. The soldiers who maintain the security of the entire city and the managers in the upper hive city have bloody claws and twisted tentacles hidden in their sleeves...

And the source of all this is on the distant planet Moro;

The beginning of all these disasters and nightmares all originated from the staff in the hands of the fallen demon primarch.

Countless fears and chaos, distortions and corruptions converged into pure darkness on this staff; countless disasters and corruptions, death and desolation have forged the artifact in Lorgar's hand to realize his ambitions.

The authority of order in Calvin's soul has been activated, and when this cold silver color stained his personality, all the traces of chaos on Lorgar's body naturally triggered his most essential and indifferent hatred.

That is the most essential opposition between order and chaos, it is a pure destruction that has nothing to do with life and death or love and hate.

Countless screams and whispers faded from Calvin's ears after a thunderous sound like a tearing cloth, and the heavy night disappeared in front of Calvin's eyes.

The confrontation at the level of consciousness completely reversed the previous situation after the addition of new power. The heavy war hammer smashed into Lorgar after layers of illusions, and the shock on the face of the fallen demon primarch had not yet been restrained.

Bang!

The violent vibration of the ground came from the power of the primarch, and the shattering sound of the demon primarch's adamantine breastplate became the final release of this unparalleled power;

The emotions of astonishment and confusion emerged on Lorgar's body as he flew up from the spot, but before his burly body fell to the ground, the high-speed self-rotation of the Imperial Truth like a sharp cone had broken through his heavy protection and hit his forehead with a scream that tore through the air!

"***!" The demon primarch's eyes flashed with a dark light, and an inhuman voice came out of his mouth.

In a split second, Lorgar disappeared in midair, while the Imperial Truth, having lost its target, pierced through the rocks behind it, and then reappeared behind the Primarch in a suspended posture.

Left back... right back... no! Calvin's lowered head instantly raised, and his eyes full of psychic energy penetrated the smoke and dust.

Many released baits were eliminated one by one, and the Primarch, who had confirmed the target in milliseconds, had already jumped up from the ground again with heavy steps.

The muscles and bones of his whole body creaked due to the force, and the warhammer in his hand, with the weight of thousands of tons adjusted by "Hyperion's Blessing", smashed towards Lorgar, who had just returned from the warp.

"Come again?" Lorgar opened his eyes wide and looked at Calvin in midair, the strange power he felt in the moment of confrontation just now was still in his heart.

The psychic shield and interference spells took shape in his hands instantly, but the threat of the Imperial Truth, like a thorn in his throat, was already above his head.

Whoosh!

Lorgar tilted his head slightly to avoid the fierce attack of the Imperial Truth, and the muscles of his arms and chest bulged, swinging the Illuminator in his hand head-on.

This was the first time that the fallen Primarch exerted his full strength in battle, and it was also the first time since he was sublimated that he used his inhuman body to exert the full power in a head-on battle.

However, he still failed. The huge gap in strength made the confrontation collapse at the touch of a button, and the Illuminator almost flew out of his hand amid the groaning and collision of metal;

Before the shock wave in the air could dissipate, the angular head of the scepter hit his shoulder armor heavily without giving him time to feel disappointed and frustrated.

Boom!

Lorgar's body flew backwards in astonishment, and after smashing the stone wall of the cave into pieces, he half-knelt on the ground. The Imperial Truth that had returned followed him like a shadow, and crossed with the thunder released by Calvin's hand after he landed.

There was no time to teleport again, but he could still resist after paying the price.

The demon primarch's brain calculated rapidly, and he simply summoned one of his contracted demons while raising the scepter to resist.

The purple subspace portal was like a shield wall, blocking the silver lightning in front of him. The howl of the unborn sounded in reality, and then disappeared forever in the universe...

Frowning and sending the Imperial Truth flying again, Lorgar stood up slowly. The horn on his head that symbolized his demon identity was cut off by the Imperial Truth, and there was a little blood at the corner of his mouth.

His gloomy eyes swept across the broken armor and the trembling right hand, and finally looked at the Imperial Truth that was still humming behind Calvin.

He did his best in this battle, but he did not get the expected victory. Calvin in front of him was crude in every aspect, but such a person whom he despised almost forced him to defeat.

But fortunately, he still had enough trump cards, and the ultimate purpose of his trip was preserved.

The gorgeous staff in his left hand, which had been deliberately avoiding the battle, was now ready.

"Should I thank fate?" He looked at Calvin and whispered.

"Thank you for what?" Calvin also slowly gathered his strength. The threat brought by the staff made him suspend the idea of ​​continuing to fight.

"Thank you for your characteristics, not being the one who restrained me the most among all the brothers..."

Lorjia's tone was deep, and the look in his eyes showed that it was not a beautiful memory.

Calvin was still thinking about the meaning of his words, and as the gems on the staff began to glow one by one, he felt the air around him began to stagnate, as if the weight of the entire mountain was pressing on his shoulders.

"Did I tell you, where is this?" Lorjia asked.

"Is this important?" Calvin used his own strength to resist the pressure, but this psychic pressure was completely different from before.

Although the power of order was still sharp, the tide of darkness was like an eternal night, with no end in sight.

"Of course it is important, because this is where the Emperor first became the Emperor..."

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