Chapter 194 1. Four Gods: We Will Protect This Universe!

Dukel looked out, he was looking at the bizarre Supreme Heaven. He, who had taken over the important responsibility of the Warmaster, knew very well that the dark existence there was the greatest enemy of mankind and the main target of the Second Great Crusade.

The power of Chaos was so unpredictable, so powerful that even the Lord of Mankind would feel despair in his heart when facing them.

But mankind and Chaos were not two opposing forces, but five forces that were full of malice towards each other.

The contradiction between the dark gods gave mankind an opportunity to turn the tables.

Now the demon army of the gods and the Emperor's cursed legion have launched an unprecedented war in the Kingdom of Khorne.

The aftermath of this war was so great that even the Kingdom of God could not repair the wounds by itself.

The Emperor's strategic intention was very clear. The news that he had regained his rationality gave him a chance to harm the gods, but this opportunity was only once. When this information was exposed, he would never be able to win a second time.

Therefore, he must make the most of this opportunity to inflict the greatest trauma on the Blood God, but not let the Blood God be dismembered by the other three gods.

The Emperor's intention is obvious. He wants to contain most of the power of the gods in the Blood God's Kingdom and weaken their interference in the real universe.

This is a naked conspiracy, but it is extremely useful.

To get rid of the Emperor's layout, the gods can only give up their greed for Khorne's power, or the Blood God voluntarily gives up this game and offers up the power in his hands.

But this is impossible.

The gods' greed for power is endless and they will never miss a good opportunity.

Khorne is even less likely to give up and let himself be eaten by the other three.

Dukel also saw the Emperor's strategic intention.

Therefore, after the Warmaster's celebration, he sent tens of billions of virtual priests into the Blood God's Kingdom.

Although the addition of tens of billions of virtual priests is insignificant in this battlefield of the gods.

But this is a protracted war that is in Dukel's favor.

The ultimate weapon of the virtual realm is still raging in the Supreme Heaven, and the number of virtual priests is also increasing dramatically every day.

As one side gains, the other loses. In this eternal war, both Dukor and the Emperor are confident that they will win the final victory.

But will the dark gods really sit and wait for death?

In fact, the gods will never sit and wait for death.

Even if they fight to the death in the warp, they will stand in the same camp in the face of the rise of the Empire.

In the hidden realm of the Eye of Terror, this is a long night world that no one can easily find.

This is the collection of Fabius Bile -

The craziest and most radical madman in the galaxy, and his wild bioengineering science laboratory, are all piled up here.

Fabius has conducted many blasphemous researches in the past ten thousand years. He cloned aliens, created new races, and personally created many products of depravity and madness. Among them, he is most proud of his experiments in cloning the Primarch and the Emperor.

Yes, this radical madman even set out to try to crack the genes of the Lord of Man and the Demigod, and what is even crazier is that he succeeded.

He successfully cloned the Primarch, and even traded Fulgrim's clone with the Infinite Trazyn.

He was even just a little bit away from cloning the Emperor.

When he successfully cloned the former Imperial Warmaster, the Lord of the Luna Wolf, Horus, just when he was about to announce the good news to the outside world.

Abaddon, the former Son of Horus and now the Chaos Warmaster, suddenly broke into his world and mercilessly wiped out the clone of the Father of Genes with his claws, even destroying Horus's body.

Abaddon thought he destroyed all the clones of Horus.

But in fact, he didn't. How could a crazy genius like Fabius keep all the experimental materials in the same world?

His laboratory is full of dark stars in the Eye of Terror to ensure that all his morbid ideas can be turned into reality.

In the laboratory of this long night world, a clone of Horus is soaked in a container of nutrient solution intact.

This is a long-sealed laboratory, but today, this quiet place once again welcomes guests of extraordinary status.

A team of Word Bearers came here with a Tzeentch's Lord of Change. They came here to resurrect a demigod under the orders of the gods and the Great Word Bearer.

"I never thought that I would need your power to fight the Empire."

A Word Bearer captain sighed and looked at the clone of Horus in the container, with complex emotions flowing out of his eyes.

Horus was once the pride of the Empire and an absolute war genius. With his noble character and extraordinary charm, he was crowned Warmaster and won the support of most brothers.

But such a noble hero fell in a shameful conspiracy. When the dagger carrying chaos corrosion pierced into his body, he completely became a puppet of the gods, was shamefully fooled by the dark power, and finally became an abandoned pawn.

As a pawn abandoned by the gods, he would never be used again.

But Dukel took over as the warmaster and made a series of actions, which forced the dark gods to change their minds.

To this day, the gods still don't understand what Dukel did. The elusive force field is like a thick fog that makes everything impossible to see.

Only the Lord of Destiny can tear open a corner of the fog, but what this ancient god foresaw was a terrible disaster that befell the material realm and the sea of ​​souls.

The stars went out, everything died, all souls returned to nothingness, and at the final moment of the end, all matter and will were completely destroyed and disappeared.

If this is a destined fate, Tzeentch must change it.

Perhaps even the dark gods themselves never thought that one day they would become the saviors of this universe and join forces to resist the arrival of the final destruction.

Once upon a time, they thought that Dukel's revival would bring more fun to their great game.

But now, the good news is that there is indeed more fun.

And the bad news is that someone is going to overturn the table.

This forced the gods to choose a chess piece that could fight Dukel again.

Dukel has taken over the duties of the Imperial Warmaster, and the scattered empire must be united in his will.

As the supreme commander of the Empire, Dukel's bravery has become the most insignificant point in the eyes of the gods.

What bothers the dark gods most is the series of technologies that Dukel brought to mankind.

In the war on Terra, the expeditionary corps even showed the technology of completing interstellar jumps without going through the warp channel.

As well as cross-galaxy communications, Dukel can grasp the information tens of thousands of light years away in real time without even going through psychics.

All of these represent that the gods once used information gaps to dig pits for the Emperor and the Primarch, but it was difficult to have an effect on Dukel.

Even in intelligence warfare, the so-called omniscient gods may fall behind.

In this case, Chaos needs a truly powerful commander, and Horus once again enters the vision of the gods.

It is not easy to resurrect Horus. The Emperor once killed him with a ritual dagger, and even his last bit of kind soul fragments are still under the care of the Emperor.

But fortunately, the gods had also eaten his soul. As long as these souls and evil powers were infused into this clone, it would be enough to resurrect him.

In the past wars, it has been proved that a single evil god who provokes the Emperor will only face a ruthless counterattack and end up with a bruised face.

Therefore, they united again to promote the resurrection of the Dark Warmaster.

They must complete this operation as soon as possible. This universe is already overwhelmed. If it continues to be tormented by Duker, even Horus Return will find it difficult to compete with it.

Above the world of Long Night, four shadows as huge as galaxies spread.

The resurrection ceremony held by the Chaos Gods themselves officially began and proceeded at the fastest speed.

The Word Bearers recited blasphemous scriptures and listed the demons of the gods on the altar. The unclean sacrifices have been offered to ensure that Horus' will after rebirth is completely distorted.

In the mysterious underworld, in the chaotic spiritual realm.

Horus felt that he had been sleeping for an extremely long time. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a dark ruin.

Like the world of the long night, this world was completely shrouded in darkness, without any light.

He stood up from the ruins, and only then did he realize that he was naked, and all the objects that symbolized his glory and power had left him.

Horus looked at his hands, and everything was so real.

"What's going on?" He was puzzled.

His memory stayed at the moment before the decisive battle with the Emperor, and the roars and war cries of his descendants.

Yes, I am fighting a great war, even if the galaxy is burned by war.

Overthrowing the rule of the tyrant is the only way to lead mankind to that bright future and completely avoid the occurrence of disasters.

Recalling the fragments of the future he had seen in his mind, thinking of the dark era in the future, his mood became urgent again.

I must act.

My brothers will understand me.

I.

Thoughts were in disarray, he looked at the ruins around him, a sad realization emerged, he could not hide his sadness and said,

"Have I failed?"

In this empty world, he was talking to himself.

The long night could not cover the Primarch's sight, he looked around.

Everything around him was a mess of ruins, and the collapsed civilizations covered him like a shawl of a tramp.

The broken walls were in ruins.

Horus's face also showed confusion.

"Anyone is fine, is anyone there?" he called out loudly.

But no one answered him.

He took a deep breath, the broken breath surged in his nasal cavity, the ashes in the ruins had a burnt smell, and his lungs felt a burning pain.

Where is this place? Why did he come here again? What time is it now?

Horus had countless questions in his mind.

He stepped forward, determined to further explore the surrounding environment to see if he could find the answer.

When he began to move, a piece of armor was put on his body. This heavy armor was wriggling like a living thing, flesh and blood were growing, and blood was flowing.

The moment he put on the armor, the noble aura naturally emanated from the body of the Primarch became extremely terrifying in just a moment.

This terror was enough to make mortals collapse, and even the Astartes found it difficult to deal with such a terrifying atmosphere.

But Horus himself did not feel anything wrong.

He just wore heavy armor and looked for the answer he wanted.

But while he was walking, this dilapidated world suddenly underwent amazing changes.

The whole world was shaking violently.

The mountains collapsed and sweet blood overflowed.

Among the damaged ruins, dark buildings made of steel and cement rose from the ground.

In the dark world without light, clouds of poisonous smoke sprayed into the sky.

The earth flowed, eventually forming a filthy and poisonous mire.

Like castles made of twisted flesh and towers made of crystal, numerous portals that looked like giant mouths of blood split the sky.

Horus was confused by all these changes, and reason reminded him to escape from here.

He took stumbling steps to get away from it all, instinctively resisting this malicious picture full of dark ruins and an atmosphere of despair.

But when a storm hit that was too powerful for him to resist, he was thrown heavily onto a piece of land covered with ashes and blood.

The whirling swirling dust finally gathered into a terrifying storm.

Even the majestic demigod felt panic from his heart in this storm.

"I will never give in!"

Horus roared.

He roared unyieldingly toward the filthy sky without light.

Struggling to stand up, he wanted to escape from everything here. The broken ruins of the world were chasing him. At this moment, he felt like a driven lamb, driven by those abominable scenes.

The blood was boiling and chasing after him, the poisonous gas filled the air and followed him like a shadow. His figure was reflected on the sides of the crystals, and a charming laughter came from the flesh-and-blood feet.

At this moment, Horus could no longer tell whether all this was real or an illusion.

He seemed to be experiencing the most terrifying nightmare in the galaxy.

Horus didn't know how long he ran in this ruined world until he came to a vast ocean as thick as oil.

The sticky black waves carry a foul smell, and the sparks burst out from them, destroying everything around them.

The coast was washed over and over again, and every time the black waves jumped, a scene of destruction burst out that made him frightened.

Horus immediately wanted to escape from here, but at this moment, in the foul-smelling ocean current of destruction, a familiar figure was washed out.

This figure was extremely embarrassed, with scorch marks all over his body caused by the waves of destruction.

And like him, this man also had a bald head, with sacred golden runes carved on his exposed skin.

Horus recognized the contact between the other party and him at a glance. He walked over in disbelief and turned the dying body over. When he saw the familiar face, he exclaimed,

"Luo Jia? It's you, why are you here?"

Although the relationship between Horus and Luojia was not very good.

But in the current scene, being able to see a blood brother was enough to surprise him.

But looking at the familiar face in front of him, Horus began to wonder again whether this could also be an illusion belonging to this strange world.

Will this brother who once cheated him threaten him again?

"Horus?" Luojia woke up.

The Great Word Bearer showed an eager expression and hugged the other person. This enthusiasm made Horus feel a little warm.

"Do you know where this is? And how did you get here?"

Horus asked in a heavy voice. He made his tone as calm as possible, trying to find the answer from the other party.

"Of course I know, brother. In fact, I am here just for you. Humanity needs you. The final disaster is coming soon. Only you can prevent the bad news from happening!"

Luo Jia's voice was as good as ever.

Although his tone was extremely sincere, such behavior still made Horus feel a little uneasy, "You said you are here to help me?"

Horus asked again.

"Brother, I don't have time to explain too much to you." Luo Jia stood up from the beach and looked at the black ocean that exuded the stench of destruction.

"We are running out of time and we must act."

"What's the meaning?"

Horus was even more confused. He shook his head. At this moment, he felt that many things had been forgotten by him.

But he couldn't remember what they were.

"The sun is about to rise from the black ocean. When it appears, you will never be able to return to the real universe."

In order to allow Horus to follow him, Luojia explained anxiously.

"This is indeed not the real universe." When he learned the news, Horus calmed down and said in a deep voice,

"Tell me, where is this?"

"This is the realm of Hades, a place of nothingness between life and death. You can't find your way back here. Only I can help you now." Luo Jia looked around uneasily, almost pleading,

"My brother, let's go, get out of here first, we don't have much time."

Horus still couldn't understand what Luojia said.

The language of this magic stick has always been so blabbering that it is difficult for people to understand.

For example - why does the sun prevent him from returning?

However, with his wisdom and experience, Horus was able to tell that what Luojia said at this moment was not a lie.

"What do we need to do to return to the real universe?"

"Come with me."

At Luojia's urging, Horus followed him on his way home. They walked across this ruined land and walked through the remains of civilization.

"F**k!"

While walking, Horus could vaguely hear some rude curses.

A man's voice screamed at him, ordering him not to return to the physical realm and to join in the rebellion.

He asked Horus to take the right path and return to him.

This voice was very familiar, mixed with a lot of scolding, as if his current actions had made the man extremely angry.

But when Horus tried to listen carefully to those words, he heard nothing.

It seems that there are multiple mysterious forces preventing the expression of this voice.

"Can you hear those sounds?" Horus frowned and said hesitantly,

"I heard a very familiar voice, but I couldn't remember who it was."

Horus asked Luojia, thinking that maybe the other party would know the source of the sound.

"Don't worry, it's just a call from the cursed person. Once you respond to him, you will stay here forever." Luo Jia did not answer directly, but asked instead,

"My brother, do you want to stay here forever? Even if that means abandoning all your ideals."

Horus shook his head slightly, and his heart became alert. He still had many lofty ambitions to realize, and he must not be trapped in this ruined land.