The chief wizard of Huron, Gallon Sulet, sent a signal, and the eighteen wizards immediately drew their sacrificial knives and raised them high.
While they were moving, a dozen incense burners that were shaped like beast mouths full of twisted fangs spit out streams of aroma, filling the dimly lit temple interior.
Huron strode towards the center of the circle, leaving his bodyguards on standby. These Terminator warriors stood side by side, their genetically enhanced bodies wrapped in thick ceramic armor, the color of the armor
Like solidified blood.
They were silent, occasionally breathing the thick smoke through their helmets, while Huron walked all the way to his position, the cruel wars of the past leaving him with countless deep scars, rubies shooting out of his enchanted armor.
A dim light like that illuminated his face from below, making him look ferocious and evil. An iron ring symbolizing chaos replaced the iron halo of glory in the past. A huge and cruel power claw was installed on his right arm, and a large number of segmented cables pierced him.
The necrotic muscles at the base of his neck and temples twitched occasionally as he walked - he should have died, but he has survived to this day with the help of corrupted witchcraft.
"Praise the gods, bless my soul,"
As the ceremony began, Garon Sulet began to recite the incantation, which was a dark, melodious incantation that weakened the light emitted by the brazier in the temple, and then the shadows began to jump and crawl.
Then, the wizard stopped in front of the copper plate, raised his sword, and dragged it on his power-armoured palm.
When the blade of the sword passed across the palm of his hand, black blood dripped out, hissing like acid, and dripped into the sacrificial blood pool.
"The original wind, convey my voice!"
Garon Sulet shouted, and the real space trembled because of these words. His followers repeated the prayers, their voices filled with terror, coldness, and cruelty.
At this time, the blade in the wizard's hand began to make a harsh noise, hovering on the edge of perception, making people feel uneasy.
Garon Sulet tried hard to maintain his concentration and control the gradually increasing wind of subspace. Because of the eternal and uncertain characteristics of chaos, even the most skilled wizards must be very careful and cautious when running large-scale rituals. Any
Anything wrong could have disastrous consequences.
This is why the Word Bearers, although not very good at psychic powers, are very capable in the realm of Chaos. Their proficiency in Chaos rituals and demonology ensures that they are far safer than others when performing large-scale warp rituals.
There are so many of them, even Qianzi is not as good as them.
"Sacrifice!"
Following Garon Sulet's roar, the other wizards immediately waved their blades outwards, and the daggers played their own chaotic sounds one after another. These tones sounded terrifying and restless, and finally turned into
There was a beautiful carnival song, and then the jagged blade slashed across the throat of the kneeling slave.
Some of the sacrifices let out pitiful screams before their windpipes were sawed open, and then blood spurted out like a rainstorm into the brass plates.
Then Huron felt something in the air pour out of nothingness, wet the twitching and scratching sacrifices, and then flow into the evil plate, mixing with the blood in the center.
Huron's cruel little pet Hamadria was also so excited that it jumped at his feet and barked sharply.
At the heart of the ritual, the blood begins to swirl and echo with the octet of Chaos as Garon Sulet continues his Chaos Litany.
The blood swirled slowly at first, swirling around the blood pool like wine in a balloon cup. As more and more blood filled the plate, the wizard's chant became more and more enthusiastic, and the volume became louder and louder.
The speed is getting faster and faster.
Soon, it spiraled up into a rotating column of blood. When the sacrifices shed all their blood and twisted for the last moment of their lives, the ghost fire jumped into the blood pool and coiled around the blood tip.
Dark prayers echoed in the halls, ghost fires roared, and shadows danced wildly.
But in the next second, the braziers and candlesticks were extinguished one by one, just like snuff boxes, leaving only the Chaos Space Marines standing on the edge of darkness, and the only light was the pillar of blood and fire.
In the final prayer, Garon Sulet ended his chant. When the flames and blood swirled in the air, the bottom of the pillar broke away from the blood pool. They merged into one, and the expanding heat and biting cold expressed themselves in a very contradictory way.
Form pours from them.
Then, with a final implosion, they stabilized into a glowing vertical pupil-shaped void in reality - a brief warp rift that some sorcery-averse Chaos Space Marines would call "
The wizard bitch spread her legs", of course it is indeed quite vivid in a sense.
Huron stood in front of the hollow, feeling a sour wind blowing from the terrible crack, and then some alluring musky smell.
Flames danced around the hole, and although it hung vertically in the air like the entrance to a tunnel, blood slowly dripped into the hole as into a terrible, bottomless well.
Huron felt the terrifying gaze of that thing that lived in the endless shadows, that thing that hid behind the veil of reality like the man-eating dragon hiding in the cave in the fairy tale.
However, he knew that the monster opposite was much more real than the monster in the fairy tale.
The silence lasted for a long time, becoming increasingly unbearable.
"I am Luft Huron."
After a long time, Huron finally spoke, realizing that the other party was also waiting for a response.
"It turns out to be the great Black-Hearted King——"
The thing's voice came out from the deep pit, it was a smooth and disgusting snicker. Huron suddenly wrinkled his face, these words brushed his body like a soft and moist gauze.
, if possible, he actually doesn’t want to deal with the followers of the Prince of Darkness, but there is no way, the power is stronger than others, especially after learning that so many battle groups have joined the Soshyan expeditionary force, Huron is keenly aware that he is now
The biggest flaw is that there are no champions strong enough to deal with the empire's famous masters.
"What's the point of going through so much trouble to find me?"
Contemptuous words were blown out of the hollow along with the lazy, icy breeze, and Huron could even hear additional snickers - indeed, they were a group of arrogant beasts, as the rumors said.
On the other side of the hollow, in what was once the bridge but now has been completely distorted into a stage of flesh and blood, a huge black shadow moved a few times on the throne, and tapped the armrest of the throne with his fingers, making the people on it tense.
His face made a painful thumping sound.
"Such long-distance communication is very tiring~"
Although he was dissatisfied with the other party's attitude, Huron needed these experts now, so he suppressed his anger and focused his attention entirely on the hole spinning in reality.
"Isn't it the performer who's talking to me?"
"Ah, the great Black-Hearted King still has the heart to care about our small, insignificant war gang? It's really flattering, yes, it's me."
"I would like to speak directly to your master."
"Hohoho, this is not easy. It depends on his mood."
"Player, I know your master is listening."
Huron tried hard to control his voice and did not appear too tough, but he also did not show any weakness. He knew very well how to deal with these bastards who had experienced thousands of years of war.
"I hope that the Flawless Blade can help me fight against the false emperor's expeditionary force."