Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! ! - Chapter 534 452 Flying!

Chapter 534 4.52 Flying!

boom! boom! boom!

Countless torpedoes rushed toward the Vengeful Spirit like moths to a flame. Brilliant fireworks exploded, and huge clouds of smoke and explosion shock waves set off a chaotic storm on the outside of the giant ship.

boom! ! !

On the side wall of the slowly swimming dark whale, another blazing orange fireball exploded. The flames roared into the void, hitting countless building fragments, and the large and small fragments turned into cannonballs, rushing towards Mo. Talion rushes!

Fucking Conrad!

The close-range explosion almost set Mortarion’s eyes on fire, and the huge shock wave disrupted the center of gravity of the original body.

In the helpless void, next to the Vengeful Spirit, which is so huge that it can’t be seen at a glance, the Pale Lord is like a drop, pushed and thrown into the Vengeful Spirit by the turbulence generated by the explosion of various torpedoes. Stern.

In less than a second, rapid and dense shrapnel rained through the original body’s armor. Mist overflowed from the wound and was carried away by the gravel, drawing countless white lines in the void.

Thick frost quickly climbed up the wings and skin, taking away the temperature,

Mortarion felt that he was disappearing, which made him sober. Mortarion was returning to the world of illusion. The physical world was using its most extreme laws to expel him. Extreme cold, no oxygen, and high radiation— —

While rolling, the battlefield was reflected in the original body’s suddenly shrinking eyes.

The giants are fighting.

The corpses of countless battleships and cruisers are slowly sinking. Carrier-based aircraft and frigates are like swimming swarms of sardines, almost covering the entire endless void. The gleam of the void shield is rendered layer by layer, and the flash of torpedoes and light spears It even dims the stars.

The corpses of the fleets can be seen everywhere, almost densely packed to the point of affecting the gravity in the void. On them, there are occasional traces of patterns flashing with strange light – that may be the only trace left by humans in this naval battle.

Those flashes of light exploded one by one, and each explosion was a miniature spark. They swayed on the battlefield, and then were broken by the sound of fine gold hitting the horns, and dissipated into the void.

After that, behind the giant ships fighting each other to the death, and behind the dazzling sea of ​​flowers, Cardia, which was slightly flashing with fluorescence, turned around.

Several layers of thin veils wrap around Cadia, which are the tides of the subspace and the aurora produced by the chaos of the magnetic field.

Under the aurora, the thick clouds were broken by the storm, and light spears as thin as grass stalks pointed towards the earth. The small beams of light seemed not to affect the planet at all, but every time the light beams lit up, Mortarion was shocked. The pupils dilate by one point.

As he drifted in the void, Mortarion remembered Horus’s words. At this moment, the battlefield belonged to the battleships. He made a mistake——

He failed.

Mortarion failed.

He could obviously kill Horus.

But the gap is too big.

The gap is too big!

This gap does not belong to the two individuals of Mortarion and Luperkar, this gap belongs to their fleets. The Warmaster’s army covers the sky and stretches from one end of the void to the other, with countless different flags. Now we are flying together under the banner of the Sons of Horus.

Mortarion’s eyes reflected the ships of various shapes under the Warmaster’s command.

He saw weapons and modified engines that he had never heard of before.

This is not a war between individuals. From the first murder case in mankind, to the battles between nobles, to the religious wars against heretics, to the First World War – and even the eternal darkness of the Iron Man Rebellion, the history of war The scale expanded step by step, until this race burned its last grain of food and its last life in the flames of war.

This is the tomb where billions of lives have fallen.

This is also a battlefield that traverses the eternal history of mankind.

Since the discovery of gravity, to the Wright Brothers inventing the first airplane, to Gagarin’s step into space, to the first steps on the moon, to the extinguishment of the fire of reason, the Martian Cult has relaunched its quest for knowledge toward the broken Milky Way. During the expedition, tens of thousands of rough sheets were piled up into the tiniest frigates. A magnificent battleship could even reduce the weight of the home planet on which it was built by 1%.

This is a war on the physical side. Before the laws are controlled, the balance of victory will tilt toward the side where mass and information accumulate.

Absolute quantity, combined with absolute technology.

Now, the balance of victory was tipping towards Horus.

Without Trazin… Mortarion could not imagine what would happen next, but even if the strange alien race had made a pact with him, the Pale Lord was still desperate as to whether the pact could be realized.

He couldn’t trust aliens.

He only trusts himself.

Mortarion’s arm stretched out towards Cadia was stiff, and the thick frost almost completely submerged him. Above Cadia, the regular circular pit plain was like a pupil, through thousands of battleships, the cold Staring at him.

He is too arrogant.

He gave an almost impossible task to Vox, and placed all his hopes on jumping gangs and beheading people. He thought that after Horus was solved, the rest would be a rout, but Horus relied on absolute reality to laughed at him.

In a situation where the Warmaster’s fleet was almost overwhelming, why would Horus decide the outcome of the war in a one-on-one duel with him?

Mortarion’s psychic achievements paralyzed him, and the Warp gave him illusions.

He is still unable to shake the entire battlefield with his personal power.

He watched White Scar and the Night Lords’ fleet join the naval battle, but it was just a drop in the ocean – maybe he should wait for the Ultramarines – no, but it would be too late –

——Fuck…why…why…why? !

The anger of being played and failed ignited. Surrounded by the physical world, Mortarion felt great unwillingness and shame. Failure was like a drooping sickle blade, pressing against his neck.

Mortarion was always willing to accept defeat – except this time – he could kill Horus – damn Konrad – why? !

He won’t accept this failure!

In the billions of flames, the original body’s vision caught the decisive glimmer of fire. In the void where the corpses of the Death Guard battleships were floating, a faint firelight lit up on the battleship.

Around it, the Death Guard warships that tried to intercept it were sunk, their mangled remains floating aimlessly in the air, as if taunting the Pale Lord.

There are no battleships left to intercept that torpedo.

Mortarion watched helplessly as the torpedo rushed towards Cadia slowly but resolutely.

He stretched out his hand, trying to stop the sparks in the sky, but it was in vain.

The original body’s brain calculated that in forty-seven seconds, the torpedo would come into contact with the atmosphere of Cadia. If it was an atmospheric incineration torpedo, then everything would end at this moment – but if that If it were another torpedo… the time of death would be delayed by two to three seconds.

But the end result remains the same.

Can Trazin successfully leave with Hades? The magnetic field and subspace on Cadia are now completely chaotic. Can any teleportation device really operate normally? Mortarion didn’t dare to think, he didn’t even want to pray – he was just angry, angry at his own weakness.

If there were 50,000 more Death Guards, would they be able to stop Horus before the end of all things? If the Death Guard’s fleet were doubled, could the Death Guard defeat Horus’s fleet and stop the torpedo?

If Guilliman’s fleet were faster… No, the engines of the Ultramarines fleet were already reaching their limit.

At this moment, will Mortarion regret laxity in the construction of the warship? Will he regret not asking for more from the Adeptus Mechanicus? If he lowers his standards a little more – becomes more unscrupulous – and becomes more proficient in politics, the size of the legion will definitely be larger than it is now.

At this moment, Mortarion deeply understood the various political orders implemented by Hades in the Legion.

The arrogance, prejudice and laziness of the past finally made Mortarion reap the consequences at this moment. Weakness is still the original sin. Now it is too late. He needs to build his only vitality on others – he can only wait for others to give him. He wins…no…no, no, no, no, no, no.

He was angry and unwilling – there was nothing Mortarion could do, but there was one thing he could do to comfort his painful soul – he wanted to kill Horus!

He’s going to kill him!

Pay homage to his fallen comrades and heirs with blood!

Only blood can extinguish Mortarion’s rage!

Mortarion is dying! He wants the death of Horus! He wanted to use the head of Horus to mark Mortarion’s failure. He regretted that he woke up too late – he could have been stronger!

Beside the side wall of the huge Vengeful Spirit, the mist that had broken and began to dissipate began to gather again. After adapting to the void, Mortarion began to absorb death again,

In the corner of his peripheral vision, he saw the warp tide rolling up on the battlefield, which helped Mortarion resist the expulsion of the physical world – perhaps the false gods once again participated in this naval battle, but Mortarion Knowing that this is no longer a battlefield he can touch.

During the storm, the ice shell cracked and the butterfly began to flap its wings again.

From a macro perspective, it is a slow-moving giant wheel, but in front of an individual, it is a speeding storm. Mortarion chases the storm, and he flies in the void – even if there is no air current to hold up his wings.

1.4 seconds after Mortarion was thrown out of the Vengeful Spirit, Mortarion regained control of his body.

It hurts, so much, the butterfly being torn apart by the storm and then healed by an immense amount of willpower.

The rapid gravel streaked across his body, leaving scratches. Mortarion galloped, and the giant scythe re-condensed in his hand. He saw the window that threw him out. He rotated his wrist and threw Nirvana. Giant scythe!

He’s going to kill Horus!

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【Terra】

In the howling cold wind, the white blond hair on Dorn’s forehead swayed slightly.

He was raising his head, staring at the starry sky above Terra Hollow Mountains with Vulkan.

At this moment, perhaps due to the large gathering of psykers, the sky they saw was in a hazy stage, and the stars with sharp edges turned into a hazy existence. With the void shield, The light is distorted.

Countless colors of black and dark blue twist on the sky, with textures like frantic oil painting strokes.

Dorn frowned. He didn’t think the naked eye could see the [Premonition] in Vulkan’s mouth. The original body tried hard to look in the direction of the Eye of Terror, but only saw a few dim black lines.

He turned to look at Vulkan, only to see the Fire Dragon Lord staring at the sky in fascination, muttering something in his mouth, and with blazing flames in his eyes.

Dorn paused, turned his head again, folded his arms and waited for Vulkan.

[Do you think he will be kind? 】

Vulkan suddenly said this, and Dorne’s eyebrows were almost twisted together, [Who is “he”? ]

[Our father. ]

Dorne raised his eyebrows, [Now is not the time to talk about this topic, Vulkan, you need to make sure the timing is right. ]

Vulkan lowered his eyes, and his words hesitated, [Okay… I just… You can relight the Star Torch, the distance will take a little time. ]

Dorne turned and left almost immediately. Before leaving, he glared at Vulkan with dissatisfaction, but Vulkan just sighed and said nothing.

[…]

The eyes he stared at the sky dragon were no longer the starry sky, but the surging vast ocean. He saw the light that was extinguished and flickered at that moment.

Vulkan stomped his feet unnaturally. Under his feet, deep underground in the palace, their father was sitting there. Is the Emperor’s Sword on his knees ready to fight?

No, he has been fighting.

Vulkan told himself. But…

[Cruel…]

Vulkan muttered, no… He remembered the Archangel he saw in the webway… Why was he so cruel… Could it be that he didn’t love his offspring…

Behind him, the endless mountains trembled, and the Lord of Fire Dragon seemed to hear the cries of the psykers, and boulders rolled down the ridges, like debris shaken off by a giant when he stood up.

Dorn moved quickly.

The majestic energy accumulated, and the golden light floated like fireflies, the snow melted, and roared towards the buildings at the foot of the mountain. After a brief darkness, the Astronomican will be rekindled.

Light a path for him to Cadia.

After three months, the Eye of Terra opened again.