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Thus, with the two Primarchs scheming, Phyllis eventually followed Ryan's suggestion and continued her activities as a Fallen Angel—no, now she should be called the Forgiving Angel.
It just so happens that there is no organization that can cover up her identity. The secrecy and secret-keeping of the Dark Angels will allow her to act as the Angel of Pardon without being detected.
Let them keep it hidden; the Dark Angels won't miss out on a little secret anyway.
......
Her disguise was only exposed by Luo Jia at this moment.
This was inevitable—facing a Primarch, Luo Jia, who was once his brother, would naturally not forget the terrifying power and habit of the Primarch's hammer.
Before Luo Jia could dodge, he was instantly sent flying by the mysterious hooded man with just one strike.
The next moment, sensing that the other party might know her true identity, a chilling killing intent erupted once again from the giant hammer in Phyllis's hand.
We can't let this guy live and reveal the secret!
Her speed suddenly increased, and she flew out again at a speed that Luo Jia, in her severely injured state, could not react to, heading straight for the heart of the demonic entity.
"No! God, please save me!!!"
As the massive, black hammer drew ever closer, Luo Jia, in despair, cried out helplessly towards the sky.
Click.
Everything is frozen in this moment.
......
He was unwilling to intervene again.
Each time the power of the Warp Gods of Chaos intervenes in the real world, it is a tremendous drain on their own power—perhaps from countless worlds, countless painstakingly assembled heretical followers, and countless collections of faith power.
Vashtor has been completely blocked by Kasgar, and with the help of Philus and her giant hammer, the battle has been completely stalemated by the human side during the frontal attack.
If even Luo Jia completely disappears from the real world, then their operation will inevitably fail.
For the sake of the ancient saint's final secret, Tzeentch chose to make one last desperate gamble.
Time and space seemed to be frozen and imprisoned by His power, leaving only the pure subspace energy surging around everyone.
Having halted the time loop, Tzeentch's power traversed the seemingly complex inner ring of the fortress, which paled in comparison to His Crystal Labyrinth, reaching the core area where the Dark Angels harbored countless secrets.
Driven by this force, the Dark Angels had no secrets left.
It was formed from three key fragments: Caliban, which had been split into countless pieces ten thousand years ago, the Chaos artifact "Ouroboros" and the Tuchuchaa space engine within the star, and the "Plagueheart".
By reassembling Caliban and gathering the three sacred artifacts, Tzeentch, through his great power, directly forged the "key" left behind by the Old Ones—the Dissonance Engine—and condensed it into the real world.
This engine is not only capable of unlocking the treasures left behind by the Ancients during the War of Heaven, but it is also a magical shield machine used by the Ancients to develop the network tunnel system—although its working principle is not yet clear, it seems that the Ancients used this type of engine to open up the countless intricate network tunnel systems in ancient times.
This entire city of Caliban will be one of the last keys left behind by the ancient saints.
Faced with the treasure that was about to be within His reach, He, who had been lonely due to His long omniscience and omnipotence, showed a curiosity and excitement He had never shown before—the truth of everything was right before His eyes, and He, who already possessed the key, was bound to succeed!
It will reveal everything that interests Him and that He wants to know—what exactly did the ancient saints leave behind in their treasures?
Why have the most outstanding figures in the Milky Way disappeared without a trace?
Why did they ultimately choose to leave, or were they completely annihilated by some more powerful being?
What secrets and wisdom lie hidden in the secret room corresponding to the key made from a planet?
Even the Black Library and the Crystal Labyrinth's collections couldn't record this knowledge—He had to seek it all out himself.
The next moment, time resumed its reversal.
Meanwhile, as everyone wondered what had happened not long ago, they saw Caliban, who had now become a demon world under Tzeentch's power, and also saw the huge wormhole network slowly emerging in mid-air.
—That was the network path opened up by the Harmonious Engine, which Tzeentch integrated using the key.
Drawn by His great power, Caliban, once the home planet of all the dark angels, could only watch helplessly as His forces dragged it into the entrance to the constructed net.
There are... there are cows!
......
"The Chaos God's plan has been accomplished. We shall retreat!"
Before the Dark Angels could even raise their swords to exact revenge on those who had stolen their homeworld, Chaos saw that Tzeentch had already achieved His goal and began to retreat under the cover of the Primarch Magnus.
He even protected his brother Luo Jia, who was being brutally beaten, when he intervened—although he didn't know why this guy always seemed to be getting the short end of the stick whenever he appeared... But whatever.
After all, that was his brother; he couldn't just stand by and watch him die at the hands of some nobody—Holy crap, Philus?!
withdraw!
Carrying his heavily wounded brother Luo Jia, who had collapsed to the ground, Magnus's psionic teleportation was completed almost the instant the giant hammer fell.
Under the final charge of countless fearless and corrupted believers, even the valiant and furious Dark Angels had no choice but to suppress their rage, aim their swords and bullets at the corrupted cultists charging forward, and then watch helplessly as they boarded landing craft and returned to their ships amidst the throng.
"Fight back! We must fight back!"
"Chase after them! We must retake Caliban!"
This is the best evidence that the Dark Angels did not have an internal conflict, but simply could not find their home planet Caliban!
It's all that treacherous one's fault; he's the one who hid Caliban!
There are no fallen angels at all. Don't believe the nonsense spouted by Van Dil, who has been corrupted by Tzeentch.
"No. What if this is a trap set by the demons?"
Even in this critical moment, Azrael, the Supreme Mentor of the Dark Angels, retained his original calm and rationality.
Although he also longed to reclaim the Dark Angels' home planet and their little secret, it was a spatial network opened up by the God of Chaos, and who could know what awaited them behind it?
Ultimately, his clear head made him realize the seriousness of the situation.
"We must preserve our fighting strength—pursuing them prematurely before ascertaining their true strength will only put us in a dangerous situation."
“Moreover,” Mortalian continued, following the other’s words, “we still have a lot to do. This battle is just the beginning of the war.”
The Imperial Church suffered a severe blow due to Tzeentch's manipulation. At the same time that Tzeentch completely unleashed his disguise, all the Holy Lands were detonated by the disguised Tzeentch demons and Word Bearers.
Almost simultaneously, those remote holy worlds were engulfed in chaotic corruption—Motalian was able to deduce that those holy worlds, which had originally worshipped the Emperor most, had now become corrupt playgrounds for the Tzeentch demons.
The once devout believers have now descended into utter madness—they mutter slogans about the Emperor, while their weapons are being used to attack every living thing they can see...
"We must suppress the riots in the areas where they are spreading as soon as possible, and we cannot allow this source of corruption and depravity to continue to spread to the surrounding star systems."
Human expeditionary fleets were also unable to spare enough forces to fight a god while the empire was in chaos.
They must—
and many more.
Why is someone's voice missing from the communication channel?
"Casca?! Where are you now?"
......
Just recently, when Tzeentch stopped time and used his own power to combine the three key fragments to open the gates of the Ancient Web.
The most anxious about this was not Kasga and his group, but Vashtor, who was standing in front of them.
I haven't even gotten on the bus yet!
Clearly, Tzeentch had promised to help Vashtor achieve godhood after the deed was done...
Just kidding, friend.
Fortunately, it still has a backup plan.
As the creator, it had dealt with the Chaos God quite a few times. It was impossible that there would never be any foolish demon who dared to skip out on orders for weapons and equipment to supply the Chaos army.
But throughout countless years, from ancient times to the present, the name of Vashtor has always been inseparable from its inviolable chaotic covenant.
Even if the opponent is the Chaos God Tzeentch, it's the same!
"Don't even think about running!"
Of course, having seen through the demon's intentions, Casgar would never let him go so easily—the moment he sensed that Tzeentch had completed his plan, Casgar's twin swords attacked at an even faster pace.
He must immediately eliminate the threat posed by Vashtor and at the same time do everything in his power to enter the ancient sacred chamber opened up by Tzeentch.
The Emperor had once instructed him to do this—to help the other party collect the fragments of the key and, after finally completing the [key], to go to the secret chamber of the ancient saint.
There, he found the truth he needed to know.
He must get there as soon as possible.
"enough!"
With a struggle, Vashtor's forging hammer swayed away Kasga's pursuit, temporarily cutting off the opponent's attack at the cost of an injured arm.
Immediately afterwards, some kind of prop in his hand emitted a rapidly spinning sound, and then in the next moment, a huge subspace rift opened up beside him.
As if sensing some kind of call, just as Vashtor slipped into the cave and disappeared, Kasgar also sensed that behind this warp rift might be the ancient sacred chamber he was searching for.
Should we trust this intuition?
It was as if some force was helping him stabilize the subspace rift that could shatter at any moment, until he made his decision in a few microseconds.
go!
The next moment, he stepped inside.
......
This is a vast and boundless place.
It was empty, yet unlike the unpredictable and bizarre nature of the subspace, it was as peaceful as any other real space.
In the midst of this tranquility, a robed monster with a bird's head excitedly surveyed the area.
As the embodiment of the god of chaos, Tzeentch is searching for a treasure that He desperately needs.
【arms】......
It was a long, staff-shaped device that looked similar to a magic staff.
Although this thing looks ordinary, perhaps only the Silent King Szalak, who once truly participated in the War of Heaven, knows just how powerful the energy of the Old Ones is contained in that [weapon], capable of summoning surging tides of warp energy at will.
With just a tiny bit of instruction, this weapon can unleash astonishing power, completely obliterating the opponent.
As if he had thought of something, Tzeentch pulled out a drop of dark red blood from his robe.
The drop of the Emperor's blood on the merchant's certificate that Vashtor found on the Imperial Pride is the perfect trigger material for this weapon.
Now all we need to do is find the [weapon] and kill the cursed one, and all the previous failures will be completely wiped away!
Those cursed beings will die and never be reborn, and they will break free from their shackles to continue plotting their next move to weaken the human empire.
But in any case, we need to find weapons first.
He moved quickly forward and soon entered the ancient hall located at the very center.
The decorations here are simple, consisting of only a large round table and dozens of chairs. It's like a round table conference where ancient sages once discussed various matters and made final decisions.
And right next to that round table, in front of chairs of varying sizes, were the names of ancient sages engraved in different languages.
name!
He had heard of some of these names before, and even seen them.
And some... even the god of wisdom failed to understand the true meaning of that sentence.
This place is bringing him more and more surprises.
He felt excited.
Even without the [weapon], these texts and records would be an excellent direct document for the study of the ancient saints, and it is worthwhile for Him to spend this time recording them.
He stopped before the penultimate name.
That was a name He knew all too well.
A name that could never possibly appear here.
Emperor of Mankind
Chapter 288 Inheritance
[Emperor]...