Cole Phaeron and Erebus have been fighting each other in the Dark Council for many years, and they have placed countless spies around each other. Therefore, they must show "sincerity" if they want to hide from the other side.
So he mobilized an army to occupy this alien ark bathed in the power of the gods, and launched an attack on another alien ark that was still surviving, making everyone believe that he came for revenge.
This is good, very good, extremely good.
But the hints of the gods were not so easy to comprehend. Although he felt these patterns ripples in his mind, he still could not grasp the thin thread in the wind.
There is nothing we can do about it, after all, the mortal mind is just a wisp of mist facing the wind of undifferentiated chaos.
Although this has been a very beneficial lesson, it is not enough.
"Only respect the eternal eight-fold sound..."
The time of contemplation was over. Kor Phaeron, the Lord of Faith and one of the two giants of the Dark Council, stood up and picked up his Dark Scripture.
He has a face as pale as a corpse, and his eyes seem to be smoldering with eternal fire of hatred. His red armor is plated with gold and inlaid with precious gems, and he is also wearing a bright brocade-dyed robe.
As the former adoptive father of the primarch Lorgar, he was not technically an Astartes because he was already very old at that time and was not suitable for transformation. However, out of respect for his adoptive father, Lorgar still made certain adjustments for him.
However, he may not have imagined that it would be this person who would lead him to the path of believing in chaos.
After completely surrendering to the arms of the gods of destruction, Kor Phaeron also received a supernatural blessing. His old age was gone, and he no longer needed to use special armor like a wheelchair. The power of darkness surged in his blood.
, only at a certain time, maybe the eighth level of chaos will promote him to that immortal existence.
When he walked out of the Prophet's Dome, there were already several rows of teams wearing dark wine-colored red armor and horn-shaped helmets standing outside.
Looking around, the entire square and garden are distorted. The protruding buttresses on the wall are like ugly heads. The black iron and steel thorns are flashing with delayed light in the retaining walls and niches. They are not
It is of no use, but is used for executions and rituals.
Shadows of demons floated past outside the spikes, but they could not enter. No legion knew how to harness and subdue demons better than the Word Bearers.
"Dracmas."
Kor Phalun summoned his acolytes in a deep voice, and soon a warrior wearing a Terminator came over. On his shoulders were two gargoyles that seemed to be made of flesh and blood. He was chattering incessantly, but this did not affect his ability to speak.
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"My Lord."
"How is the progress of the destruction of the Titan Temple?"
"It's going very soon, it will probably take another 3-4 hours."
"Um."
The Lord of Faith nodded. Since the hints from the gods were vague, he would use the simplest method to search one place after another.
After finding no clues in other areas, he set his sights on the only "safe" place in this dead world, and guessed that there was a high probability that his target would be here.
Of course, there are things to find and things to do.
"Those filthy alien bastards are already frightened. We only need to launch another attack to completely destroy them. Use their souls to contribute to the great Eightfold Voice, send a message to the fleet, and let them prepare for the attack-"
Suddenly, Kor Phalun stopped and raised his head.
"Gods..."
I saw that the fleet that was supposed to be parked above the dome of the Ark was now falling apart in a slow motion of silent pantomime, as if an invisible sharp blade was cutting them apart like toys.
Then, a flash of light appeared, and the colorful beams penetrated the thick armor plate. The entire bow of the Murder-class cruiser Holy Debater, which had served the Word Bearers Legion for dozens of centuries, was lifted open, and the hull structure was exposed.
In the void, many lives were thrown to death. The rear engine of another frigate was hit, and it instantly turned into an expanding plasma cloud mixed with large pieces of ruins...
The sudden attack caught the Word Bearers by surprise. The fleet hurriedly tried to disperse and counterattack, but their speed was too slow. Even the time it took to find their opponents was enough to kill them several times.
"The fleet is under attack!"
"Who launched the attack, the pointy-eared alien, but isn't their fleet very weak?"
"Damn it! We have to get back to the ship and fight back."
"They actually launched an attack?"
Although all the warriors present were shocked, Kor Phalun's voice was calm, although it was angry and hoarse.
"Very good, it seems that the lesson I gave them before was not profound enough..."
He slowly raised the eight-pointed star scepter in his hand, with dark power flashing on it.
"There is no need to panic, the gods are living with us, their hearts are filled with chaos, and their bodies are bound by curses. No one will stand in front of us."
Although Kor Phaeron was annoyed that the fleet was severely beaten, he did not take it too seriously. Neither the false emperor's fleet nor the alien fleet could resist the Eightfold Voice. He would summon demons to give those who came a head-on attack.
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A bunch of dying remnants can be wiped out with a snap of their fingers!
"Preparing for the ceremony—ah!"
Suddenly, the voice of Kor Phalun, who was about to issue an order, was full of pain, and the surrounding soldiers also turned their heads.
The Lord of Faith covered his forehead. At a certain moment, he saw a huge burning phoenix rushing towards him. He was so small, so powerless...
"how..."
"Bastards of the Seventeenth Legion."
A loud voice suddenly echoed in the sky, it was very pure Gothic.
"If you want to die quickly, don't run around and wait for the trial. Otherwise, I will send you to a place where you would rather die than go."
The voice was so contemptuous that the Word Bearers roared and cursed.
"Also, Cole Phaeron, pray vigorously to the evil god you believe in. This will be the last time your big mouth that is filthier than a toilet chants."
Kor Phaeron looked at the sky, and the thin alien warship swaggered into the gunfire weaved by the Word Bearers warship, but this was not the small ship they had seen before, but a big ship, a large Eldar ship they had rarely seen before.
..
For a moment, he narrowed his eyes and remembered a rumor from before.
"Eternal...Royal Court."
At this moment, dozens of fireballs struck the Craftworld from the largest battleship, and Kor Phalun immediately roared.
"Prepare for war! The ceremony will begin immediately!!!"
Just as the Word Bearers began to gather the slaves to prepare for defense, the fireballs fell one after another near the Prophet's Dome.
The Eternal Holy Fire, which was larger than a Thunder Eagle (readers who forgot can go back and read Chapter 2827) swooped down with shining flames, and its scattered laser light was emitted in all directions, shattering the ghosts hidden in the shadows.
Then steadily lower the height.
Jumping off the throne, Soshyan stepped onto the cracked spirit bone ground and felt the rotten stench of chaotic power surrounding him, like the smell of rust and burnt flesh, as well as the unique odor of demons.