Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1122 - Chapter 1119 Gathering of Mantras

The Twelve Mantras, the legacy left by the God of Foundation after being smashed by Bai Huan, only need the user to recite the mantras loudly to mobilize the almost uncontrollable power of the law.

The Necrontyr has been looking for the mantras and storing them in his own treasury to avoid the use of mortal objects and prepare to use them as his secret weapon.

The dynasties have been searching for many years, but they have only managed to find a few of them.

The “backward” of retracing time

The “delete” of deleting the carrying space

The “advance” of going to the future

The power of the void “movement”

The pure stillness “stop”

The “thing” of generating inorganic matter out of thin air

These six mantras were collected by the Silent King and stored in the treasury. The other mantras were obtained by Amaraga and the Deceiver, and then imprinted in the twisted body of Horus.

The ‘life’ that generates organic matter out of thin air

The ‘death’ that erases the object it carries

The ‘creation’ that creates an independent space

The ‘thinking’ that gives thoughts to soulless things

The ‘attachment’ that seizes the control of thoughts

The ‘nothingness’ that corresponds to existence

These six mantras are far apart in Horus’s body, and the waves and light they emit cannot be projected onto another mantra at all.

Under the disturbance of the power of the deceiver, these mantras unexpectedly moved and moved towards each other.

The speed became faster and faster, and the six mantras collided with each other. In the violent explosion and turbulence, the shape of the basic god spread from the inside to the outside.

The shell of Horus was like a tough and soft rubber. It changed its shape under the push of this power, and finally looked half like the basic god.

The emperor and the god emperor didn’t know much about this ancient and powerful physical god, but the void dragon was shocked and pale, and he couldn’t raise any resistance to the basic god at all.

“This is no longer something we can defeat… Only the Subjective has the strength to fight!” The Void Dragon took a few steps back and floated behind the Emperor and the God-Emperor.

“What is the price of relying on the Subjective to defeat the God of Foundation? Will the broken Milky Way be completely shattered like a porcelain plate falling on the ground? As long as I am not dead, I will never allow that to happen!” The God-Emperor shouted, very dissatisfied with the Void Dragon’s cowardice.

She slashed at Horus, and the sea of ​​fire in the sky carried all the sacrifices of mankind’s tenacious survival in the Milky Way.

Facing such an attack, even Khorne did not dare to rely on his body to hold on.

But Horus just chuckled twice, and casually created a gap leading to an independent space, allowing the sea of ​​fire to sink into it and cut off the connection with the subspace energy.

The God-Emperor lost the perception of his own power, and the flaming sword turned into a huge curtain standing behind the God-Emperor under the outline and guidance of his fingertips.

Then countless holes opened, and each hole showed a huge church in the world of state religion.

The priests and nuns who were not chosen to participate in the final battle were suddenly excited. They had been waiting in the hall of the church for a long time, eager for the moment when the Emperor would call on their strength.

“Dedicate yourself to my Lord!”

A bishop shouted loudly, and then plunged into the golden flames rising in the church without hesitation.

The sacrifice made the Emperor’s power expand a lot. She had no intention of using this power to decorate her garden and palace like the evil god, but turned the newly acquired sacrificial power into a thick and indestructible chain tightly connected to the golden throne.

“Destroy it!” The Emperor roared, dragging the chain with all his strength, and then guided the towering golden throne that could not be looked at directly to smash towards Horus.

Horus’ eyes condensed, and he raised his hand to create an independent space and wanted to repeat the trick.

But as soon as the golden throne sank into the independent space, the exaggerated psychic power and volume overwhelmed the space itself.

The shattered fragments of time and space blasted out with the throne and splashed on Horus.

Bang!

The throne slammed heavily on Horus, and the blazing flames melted Horus’s shell. At the same time, countless warriors’ heroic spirits rushed out of the throne and launched a fierce attack on the ugly thing in front of them.

The living fought for their own survival, and the dead sacrificed themselves for the future of the living.

The God-Emperor had already put everything on it. If the situation still did not improve, she would not hesitate to ignite her newly acquired body and destroy Horus together.

When the God-Emperor used all his means, the Emperor beside him was not idle either.

He compressed and fused the essence of the subspace as much as possible, temporarily forming his own subspace essence.

He recalled his most desperate moment, from the failure of the Webway plan to the destruction of mankind, and finally he opened his eyes, and a round of destructive purple sun rose behind his head.

He closed his palms hard against Horus, and countless chains wrapped around Horus’ body and shrank tightly, wishing to disintegrate him directly in this way!

Horus roared, trying to struggle, get rid of the Emperor’s power and clean up the heroic spirit and flames on his body.

This increasingly powerful force put a lot of pressure on the Emperor, and the hands that bound Horus couldn’t stop shaking.

Just when he was about to give up, the Void Dragon barely restrained his fear, stood beside the Emperor, and moved countless metals and explosives on the battlefield to Horus.

Cage, chain, flame.

The combination of the three powers severely suppressed Horus’s expansion, but it could only make Horus embarrassed, but could not hurt him qualitatively.

A shadow rose in the distance, looking very similar to Horus who contained the God of Foundation.

When his vision passed through countless horrors and fell into it, he discovered that the shadow of the God of Foundation was the King of Silence himself, with only one head left.

It is so difficult to control half of the power of the basic god with a soulless body. Behind the Silent King are countless dynasty warlocks and the Pharaoh who has liberated the power of the fragments of the Star God to share the terrifying backlash.

If Horus cannot be defeated in a short period of time, the Necrontyr will be completely destroyed. Even the mechanical thinking cannot be retained and can only become detailed metal sculptures.

“Eternal mistakes will eventually need to be resolved.”

The Silent King sighed, and the phantom raised his hands toward Horus, using the rapid backwards and forwards of time to pull Horus’ body, creating a time-space paradox that cannot be ignored.

Horus twisted and twitched under the stretch of many forces, his body sometimes solidified and sometimes illusory. He existed in the prison jointly built by the Void Dragon and the Emperor, and existed in every corner of the galaxy.

The wall built by Tzeentch to isolate the pure white void broke in advance under such a violent disturbance, and the void quickly poured into the broken galaxy like a tsunami, as if to give to all those struggling in the ashes. A relief for living beings.