As soon as Erebus turned around to call Marduk to retreat, he heard a scream and saw Marduk's left arm being chopped off directly by the chain saw. However, the man didn't seem to be interested in Marduk, so he turned around.
Just walk towards Erebus.
The chief apostle subconsciously turned around and ran away, but the roar of chain saws followed, forcing him to turn back and resist.
"ah!"
With a scream, Ari Abbas's scepter was knocked off, and the roaring chain saw cut across his chest from bottom to top, leaving deep marks on his chest and blurring the flesh and blood on the left side of his face.
The chief apostle fell down with his face covered, and then crawled on his hands and feet. He seemed to see reinforcements arriving——
But the fact made him almost scream.
It was supposed to be the direction where the reinforcements appeared. A figure wearing a lion helmet came slowly, carrying a blood-stained helmet in his hand. Erebas knew that helmet. It should be a member of the Thirty-Four Group.
Captain, passing behind the lion-helmed warrior, Erebus saw countless corpses of Word Bearers warriors lying in the passage.
Then, amidst the flapping of wings, a warrior wearing black gold armor carved into the shape of muscles, with a pair of jet black wings behind him, wearing a dragon helmet, and holding a blood-stained black sword slowly floated down, bringing Erebas with him.
Came the deepest despair.
The warrior's own sense of oppression was enough to suffocate him, and when the opponent's blood-red eyes on the black dragon head looked at him, Erebas instinctively knew that if the opponent took action, he would definitely die, and none of the gods could save him.
It’s not that the reinforcements didn’t come, but they were eliminated on the way, and there were only two people on the other side——
"Tell me, do you want to divide the points evenly or neatly?"
The warrior in the bat helmet stopped and raised the chain saw halberd in his hand high. The saw teeth rotated rapidly amidst the soul-stirring roar, chewing flesh eagerly.
"We old guys all want a souvenir from your 'old friend'."
"Prince of Crows, can you give me a share?"
The gentle words sounded, lighting up Erebus's soul like a beacon. He had not heard this voice for many years. Now just hearing these words, he felt that his spirit had been sublimated and warmth spread throughout the world.
His whole body.
Sitting on the ground, he turned back and saw a portal made of flames emerging behind him, and a huge and magnificent church emerged on the other side of the door frame.
A majestic figure stood on this side of the portal. He was three times as tall as a Space Marine. He was wearing pure white clerical robes. The golden-skinned creature wore a robe and crown depicting burning incantations and talismans.
The power of literature surrounds him.
His left hand holds a ferocious hammer, and the dark power contained in it seems to be about to break through the shackles at any time. His right hand holds an ancient scepter, made of an unknown metal, with countless scars and defects on it.
The top of the scepter is inlaid with a three-eyed skull, and the bone layer is engraved with layers of overlapping and intertwined golden seals.
His appearance caused all the remaining Word Bearers to burst out in surprise.
"Yurizen!!!!"
The original member of the Seventeenth Legion looked at Erebus with his blue eyes. The latter immediately stood up awkwardly, sorted out the scriptures that had been tangled on his body, and then bent down and said:
"My lord Aurelion, please forgive my weakness."
Suddenly, the roar of a chain saw rang out, and when the terrifying weapon hit Erebas, he instinctively bent down and shrank his body and raised his hands.
But the halberd failed to fall.
Burning runes were rolling around Erebus. The moment he blocked the halberd, these runes flew in all directions like meteors, plowing ravines on the floor and walls, and also forced back those mysterious warriors.
Even the lion-helmed warrior and the dragon-helmed warrior had to move away from Erebus.
The city is burned by karma and there is no homeland, the Son's path of no return is covered with frost, the withered corpse of the throne is not cold, but this heart has become crazy——
When Luo Jia slowly walked out of the portal, the robe on his body turned into a slightly shining subspace rune armor. The figure on the altar also turned around at the same time. The judge's face looked older than before.
I have lost a lot of weight and have a lot of wrinkles on my forehead.
The surviving Word Bearers hurriedly gathered around the primarch, while those mysterious warriors, eight in total, stood between the primarch and the altar.
Luo Jia glanced at the eight people, chuckled, and looked at the figure on the altar.
"What should I call you? Lennart Meyers? Malcador? Or the ghost of Malcador?"
The person on the stage stretched out his right hand, and a scepter with a golden eagle emblem on the top appeared in his hand. Then a ball of psychic flames ignited on the eagle emblem with a bang, and at the same time, his slightly old voice also sounded.
"Lorgar, it seems you have been freed from Corax's imprisonment."
Luo Jia raised her lips.
"The gods have foreseen it a long time ago. Do you think you can hide it from the Supreme Heaven? You are not even Malcador. He has died long ago. You are just a ghost of him. How long can this body be used? Isn't it?
Have to find the next one soon? I have already had a glimpse of your dark little secret. I will inject Malcador's memory into another person's body in a virus-like way, thereby occupying that body and becoming a person with Malcador.
Puppet of memory! Generation after generation, you continue your pathetic and stupid plan in this pathetic way."
As he spoke, Luo Jia raised his war hammer and pointed it at Malcador, letting out a nervous laugh.
"Haha, look, haha, absolute rationality, hehe, eternal wise man, hahaha, this is the ending, hahahahaha! But I have to say, this is really a very Malcador-style behavior."
Suddenly, his wild laughter suddenly disappeared, but the smile was still frozen on his face, and his white teeth were exposed between his parted lips, and then the end of the scepter slammed on the ground.
"Makado, I will repay you all the shame you gave me in the past."
In an instant, the curtain of reality was torn apart, and there was a scream and howl in the air, filled with the smell of hot copper. Then four huge portals emerged from around Luo Jia, and a large group of demons rushed out.
.
Their faces were like skinned wolves, and their muscular bodies gleamed with dripping blood, while their eyes, fangs, and twisted horns were of brass with the gleam of a forge, like their hands.
The sharp edge of the sword, and the mark of the Blood God engraved on their tilted skulls, indicating that they came to find skulls as bounties to offer to the Skull God.
Then there was a continuous terrifying roar, and four huge Khorne demons rushed out of the portal, standing in the real world with the stench of sulfur.
Then, Luojia raised his scepter high, and hundreds of possessed warriors rushed out from the portal behind him.