Chapter 850 The Soul of the Mechanic Priest

Chapter 850 The Soul of the Mechanic Priest

All Angron's senses told him was that the amorphous crimson was the Khorne that drove him like a slave master.

The entire space was boiling and turbulent due to the arrival of Khorne. Many black cubes gave up responding to the never-ending mechanical voice in the galaxy and instead repaired the gaps created by Khorne's forced breach of the shell.

"He is my slave. The Void Dragon. If you want to take him away, you must defeat me first." Khorne roared, which also allowed Angron to know that the master who controls this space is the Void Dragon, even if he does not Understand what the Void Dragon actually means.

"You ridiculous naughty boy."

The Void Dragon paid no attention to the threat of Khorne and created numerous black stone spiers out of thin air. The energy waves released by the spiers pushed back Khorne's ferocious power little by little.

When the Void Dragon and Khorne were wrestling, a strong and cold voice sounded in Angron's ears.

Angron is very familiar with this voice. He has hated the owner of this voice for more than ten thousand years. Even if he is crushed to ashes, he will never forget the curse this person imposed on him.

The Emperor, or to be more precise, the God-Emperor descended here through the breach opened by Khorne.

Angron struggled to avoid it, trying to use his will to forcefully block the spreading and spreading golden light, but he could only watch with resentment and despair as the golden light squeezed his consciousness to the edge.

Angron stared at the hazy golden figure, gritting his teeth and saying nothing.

The God-Emperor also looked at Angron, but he had no intention of explaining it. He just quietly blocked the influence of the Butcher's Nail on Angron and applied it to himself.

The all-pervasive pain, the distortion and degradation of perception. It is indeed as painful as Angron said, and even worse.

But it's just like that. There's nothing unique about it. It's nothing compared to staying in the Ascension Throne to slowly rot and watching the entire empire fall towards the abyss.

But Angron, controlled by anger and hatred, did not notice this small detail.

The sudden appearance of the power of the God Emperor in the space made the Void Dragon a little panicked. He discovered his weakness in the previous wrestling with Khorne, so he put most of his power on Ange, who was possessed by the God Emperor. Long body.

The golden flames were released with Angron as the center, and collided with the ubiquitous conceptual power of the Void Dragon. The tsunami of lightning and metal couldn't even leave any debris behind as the flames burned.

The Void Dragon felt regretful for his mistake, but he was more curious about how Angron bypassed the many seals and security facilities and reached the place that formed the core of his conceptual power.

Although this guy, who is called the original body by all the beings in the empire, does have his own special characteristics, he does not break away from the category of lower creatures.

It's really weird.

The flames of the God Emperor were destroying the defenses woven by the Void Dragon inch by inch. In order to delay the time, the Void Dragon had to weave the digital flows that were closely related to the soldiers and civilians of the empire into a wall to prevent the spread of the flames.

The God-Emperor hesitated. He did not want to send countless soldiers and civilians in the war zone into a dilemma without guns.

However, the defense laid down by the Void Dragon did not make the God-Emperor helpless. He made a wisp of flame into a long needle and threw it towards the digital wall.

The long flame needle penetrated the wall and created a hole. The God Emperor carefully controlled the flame to penetrate through the hole the size of a needle eye.

"Don't you care about the demise of an entire legion!" The Void Dragon was surprised. This pinhole damage meant that thousands of tanks and countless firearms failed.

The God-Emperor did not respond to the Void Dragon's question. What he had just destroyed were the weapons of the Armageddon Legion. Even without the support of imperial weapons, they could still borrow the weapons of the orcs to complete the battle.

The God-Emperor closed his eyes and sensed Yarick's position. He was using the orcs' Waaagh stance to restart the Arrogant Fortress super-heavy tank.

Facing the new round of the God Emperor's offensive, the Void Dragon did not panic. He did not waste the long years of being sealed underground on Mars. He was fully prepared to deal with the God Emperor's spiritual power.

With a thought, the eight-pointed stars spliced ​​out of human limbs came alive. Each stump is a proof of the Mechanicus priests' piety to the God of Machines. After they transform this part of the body with machinery, it means that part of their soul belongs to the palm of the Void Dragon.

These fragmented souls nourish the Void Dragon, preventing him from losing his will for revenge in the sealed void.

The Cult Mechanicus was the result of a compromise between the Emperor and the Void Dragons. After the Emperor confirmed that he could not destroy the Void Dragon, and should not destroy the Void Dragon, he needed an organization to preserve knowledge after the collapse of human civilization, and rely on the characteristics of the Void Dragon to fight against the interference and corrosion of the warp.

But everything has a price. When the Emperor sealed the Void Dragon on Mars to seize his power to fight Chaos, the Void Dragon also kept sending dreams to all living beings on Mars to increase his influence.

But dreams are dreams after all, and the questions that have troubled the Mechanical Cult of Mars for a long time finally got the wrong answer in The Coming of the Emperor.

This damned old bacon had gained the Mechanicus' loyalty by relying on his knowledge that was older than the Magi of the Mechanicus and an unnatural planetary rain.

Originally, those souls should belong to me! Instead of being taken away by the greedy claws of the Emperor!

The more the Void Dragon thought about it, the angrier he became. The anger that had been sealed and used condensed into bright stars one after another. He sent these stars into the rotating stump eight-pointed star, a subspace energy tide with no established ownership. Blow away the flames of the God-Emperor.

There are hundreds of billions and trillions of modified Mechanicus priests. Even those clumsy slave workers who have had their brains removed and their limbs cut off are tools for the Void Dragon to borrow the power of subspace.

Void Dragon, God-Emperor, Khorne.

The three divine powers converged and intertwined here, and Angron was shocked by the bursts of light and sparks. He had never been so clearly aware that the power of the God Emperor had become so powerful.

But the God-Emperor is not complacent just because he has temporarily suppressed the Void Dragon. The situation in the entire empire is not optimistic. The decline of the three powers of Khorne, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch has resulted in the power of Nurgle being left unchecked. This bloated fat man is spilling his loving and sickly gifts upon countless worlds.

I must hurry. Hurry. I must stop Nurgle before the plague walkers outnumber the living.

"I'm very sorry."

The voice of the God-Emperor echoed like a storm in Angron's body, and then Angron felt that his soul, which was weaker than the God-Emperor, was burning. This pain made him hate the God-Emperor even more. A few more points.