Chapter 384 Before the Gate

"What...is this thing?"

"This is the slave and fragment of the Great Demon, the Unspeakable."

"This one is the All-Changing Demon Lord. You can also call it the Lord of Lies, or the Lord of Wings: These cunning birdmen are the most troublesome existences in the subspace. They are known for their chaos and sadness that occur in the physical universe. Feeding on stupidity is the natural bane of you navigators who know nothing.”

"...No, that's not what I meant."

"I mean...that thing that single-handedly killed the big devil...what is it?"

"..."

"Oh, that one."

"It's called Black Watcher, and it's Mother's new pet."

"……pet?"

"Yes, pet."

"Although it's just an alien, it's actually quite cute after looking at it for a long time, isn't it? And just remember to feed it some cheesecake and milk tea every day. It's still easy to feed: at least it's easier to feed than Conrad, and it won't do anything. What a one man march for apple peach freedom.”

"But recently, its mouth seems to have become a little bit more mouthy..."

"..."

Virgo's voice was as cold and soothing as ever, just like arranging the precious celadon teacups on the wooden table, pouring expensive tea, and enjoying the elegant calm: there is no sense of urgency of an imminent war.

Beside the original maid, Miss Cassia-Othello blinked her eyes in confusion. The confusion in her heart still had not been fully answered, but now it seemed that these questions themselves were irrelevant.

The chief navigator of the Dawn Goddess still clearly remembers what happened in the past few Terran Standard Hours: After all, how can one turn a blind eye or ignore such a terrifying scene, which is like a purgatory on earth?

Just when the demon army appeared on the Dead Star, a large number of subspace creatures also swarmed into the imperial warships in low-Earth orbit. Although their number was far less than those on the ground, it was enough to The entire Grand Fleet was caught off guard.

Those mortal psykers who were either in poor condition or unconscious in the infirmary were captured by the wanton subspace and became the victims of the portal to open the city. A large number of unborn people immediately swept away almost Every battleship: especially the Glory Queen class.

And the [Dawn Goddess] was the first to bear the brunt: Not to mention how much time it took the Dawnbreakers who stayed on the battleship to pour out those people from various subspace cracks, grabbing them to identify their relatives and shouting [Brothers] 】, all the waves of white demons with heads like snow owls were removed. In the hall closest to the throne room alone, there were huge hidden dangers that could not be solved by anyone.

A Tzeentch demon used the corpses of nine pilots as a skeleton to build a curtain that could cut through the real universe and lead directly to the throne room. The endless Tzeentch demons that came with it easily blocked it. A little defender's firepower allowed the fragment of the Lord of Changes to calmly knock on the door of the royal court, allowing the usurper of fate to let out a shrill roar that was indistinguishable from its master, causing everything around it to inevitably twist. and depravity.

But the good luck of Tzeentch's new favorite only lasted for a short moment. Specifically, it lasted until the moment the door opened: it was not the power of the Great Demon that pushed open the door containing the psychic power of the original body. The throne room was opened from the inside.

In the despair of the defenders, in the roars of the unborn, in the astonishment of Tzeentch himself, and the fear that followed: the short man in robes pushed open the door, and took a glance This uninvited guest exuded an obvious aura of dissatisfaction, and there was a half-eaten piece of cheesecake at his feet.

There is a surprise when you open the door.

"..."

"..."

The scene was a little quiet for a while. The figure of Tzeentch covered the sky, and the black watcher blocking its path was just a petite toy no higher than a mortal's knee: the gap between the two systems was so huge: only However, the auras on their bodies were completely opposite.

And in the next moment, the air in the entire throne room and even the entire corridor was like Perturabo who witnessed Dorn being appointed Warmaster in public, falling into an indescribable and even unrecognizable state of rage. Center: Chaos, roars, sharp neighing, hordes of running and escaping, and the hysterical disbelief of Tzeentch’s new favorite, everything is like being in a grand carnival, let the chief navigator as a third party Miss Yuan stood there blankly, at a loss and dizzying.

Miss Cassia, who had taken refuge here, stood under the steps of the Lord of Avalon's suspended silver throne, witnessing a scene that made her unbelievable: whether it was the [Primary Pet] who put down the cheesecake and raised his head. Come, the demon that covers the sky screams, flees in panic, is finally captured, twisted into a twist, and finally destroyed.

The [Primary Maid], who still took off her maid uniform, picked it up with her fingertips, and countless energy beams bypassed the guards, carefully [cleaning up] the dazed demons in the corridor, no matter what Anger set fire to the prairie fire, like a raging flame: all of this trampled on Miss Navigator's original world view to a greater or lesser extent.

The only thing Cassia can be sure of is: when the [Big Demon], which was flying domineeringly and disappearing into ashes, was cut into pieces by the Dark Watcher for only a moment, she was in the deepest part of the subspace. , heard a long and long cry, containing countless twisted ridicules.

She couldn't imagine what it was: just like when Virgo stopped killing and began to sit on the steps under the throne, preparing more desserts with peace of mind, while the [primarch's pet] nestled beside her legs, looking eagerly When waiting for the next feeding, the chief navigator still can't put the two of them together with the two murderers just now...

Connect?

"..."

Cassia swallowed, she suddenly felt too ignorant.

"Are you nervous?"

Virgo, who was looking for fresh cream everywhere, raised her head and glanced at Cassia: she remembered that this person was her mother's friend and someone who needed to be taken care of.

"That's right, because I feel that this war seems to be beyond my understanding, just like I never thought that there would be so many existences in subspace that could pour into the real universe and pollute their sinful blackness: Especially with such a powerful individual, there is undoubtedly a wave of destruction in its blue wings.”

Virgo nodded.

"If you're afraid, you'd better find a way to adapt to or overcome your fear, or you're more likely to end up like those of your unlucky colleagues whose bones are stuck to the floor and are difficult to clean. "

"...I lost nine people."

"Yes, without them, that big demon wouldn't be able to set foot on this battleship: I apologize and obey."

Virgo's tone seemed to be an ice field without any fluctuations. After searching everywhere to no avail, she looked at the little man in a robe beside her: and the great hero just now was curled up, as if he was hiding something.

"..."

"Where did you hide the whipped cream?"

Without the slightest awe, Virgo grabbed the fluttering little man in robes and hung it in mid-air, shaking it constantly until the jar of fresh cream rolled to the ground.

"..."

Cassia looked at Virgo and the Dark Watcher who were struggling together, and then remembered the bloody fight just two minutes ago. A great sense of absurdity intensified in her heart, causing her to involuntarily open the third part of her forehead. With only one eye, he carefully explored the high sky, which had long been in chaos.

"Aren't you... worried, Miss Aniya?"

"worry about what?"

Virgo held up the fresh cream in one hand, stepped on the little man in the robe, and turned around to ask.

"Worried about the war situation, worried about the situation at Mr. Morgan's place. Even our rear area has suffered such a fierce attack. Then how bad it will be for Mr. Morgan's front line. I can't even see it in the chaos in the highest sky. Her shadow: Before this, I would never lose her shadow, because she is the most dazzling and warm silver sun in the sea of ​​souls."

"Nothing to worry about."

Virgo put the cream into her arms. She walked behind Cassia and squatted on the armrest of Morgan's throne so that her hands could press Cassia's temples.

"As for mother..."

"Don't we see her in the warp all the time?"

"……What?"

"There's something wrong with your bearings, miss."

Virgo's deep voice stirred up a cold wind in the navigator's ears. The maid of the original body held the navigator's cheek mercilessly, like an experienced craftsman adjusting the arc of the blade, skillfully but coldly.

"Don't look for the silver round sun, my creator has changed her form: look to the center of the highest sky, Cassia, look to the place where only the gods can set foot, look to the throne of the void Under the stairs, look at the pale goddess walking rampantly in the world."

"Look at the manipulator of the world."

"Don't run away: you will see her, and you are not her enemy, so she will allow you to have a glimpse of her body, and she will protect your reckless eyes from burning blind."

"……I……"

Cassia was stunned, letting Virgo's palm pinch the corners of her eyes, letting her third eye wander blankly in the chaotic subspace storm, until she saw the existence in the center of the battlefield, until she saw To that earth-shattering collision.

"That...that..."

The pupils shrank sharply, and large waves of cold sweat fell from his forehead unconsciously. The pilot opened his mouth, like a little girl seeing the sea for the first time.

"Then...what is that?"

"That is my Lord, that is my Mother, my Creator."

Virgo's tone is cold, but underneath the iceberg is the raging fire of fanaticism.

"That is her true form, that is the embodiment of her power."

"It was a collision of giants."

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"You'd better start praying, dear Miss Cassia, you'd better pray that my mother will win this war. Although I will never question her victory, fate is always ruthless and changeable. Is not it?"

"I often think that once my creator is at odds in a battle, then..."

Virgo's pupils were dim, and in the depths of her eyes, there flashed a light that made Cassia shudder. It was a kind of extreme madness and admiration, but it was so well-hidden paranoia that even she herself No one knows bigotry exists.

"Although my mother told me about the worst-case scenario, I feel that she is too weak. Compared with before, she has become too much. This change may not be a good thing for her. .”

"She said if something happened to her: she actually asked me to [cover]."

Virgo's fingers touched her waist and touched the starter that was close to her skin: only this humble device could completely open the Dawnbreaker's vault and unleash some real destruction.

"My mother was wrong."

"A world without her is not worth [covering], but should..."

A crimson light flashed.

"【destroy】"

"..."

"Are you right, Miss Cassia?"

"..."

"You better start praying."

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"What if I just don't?"

Midnight Ghost raised the corners of his mouth, turned his upper lip, and used his sharp teeth to make a mocking smile, mercilessly revealing the naughty nature in his heart.

"..."

"I'm not kidding you."

Standing opposite the Midnight Ghost, the Lord of Caliban frowned high.

"Do you think I'm kidding you, Jonson?"

The Midnight Ghost tilted his head and looked at Zhuang Sen without fear. The two fully armed Primarchs stood at the end of the bridge. At the last moment before entering the battlefield, they were forced to do something different because of some special reason. problem, and new differences arose.

At this time, the only person standing between them is the Wolf King of Fenris: as for the person who can really solve the problem, he is currently being protected by Leman Russ.

The Lord of Avalon is lowering her head, closing her eyes, and is silent. She looks like a dead person, silent and cold-skinned, surrounded by a strong shield that cannot be broken immediately even with the Extermination Order.

The Wolf King knew that at this moment, all of Morgan's attention was focused on another, more magnificent battlefield, which made it difficult for her to help in the real universe.

So, Leman Russ clutched his Spear of Dionysus tightly. He looked at his two brothers who were facing each other, but he just wanted to sigh: It was clear that the Calibans and the Nostramos were incompetent in the previous bloody battle. It was said that they cooperated tacitly and were close, but when the pace of the war slowed down a little and when they began to discuss some more important issues, the two people seemed to be born with different horoscopes, and soon a new conflict arose again.

A... not a big or small contradiction.

"I say it one last time, Conrad."

Zhuang Sen took a step forward, his sword hanging on his waist, making a bright sound that traveled a long distance on the empty bridge.

"Give me that weapon: I will destroy our fallen brother. I will chop off his head, or shoot through his heart, and make sure he dies in the most complete state. Give me the weapon." .”

"you are always like this."

Conrad sneered mercilessly.

"The one who entered the spire with us and died generously is your descendant. The fallen brother who will face us after entering the door is yourselves who bear the greatest pressure. Now, you are still determined to keep the core of the entire battle tightly. Is it in your hands?”

"Do you really distrust us? My dear brother? Do you really not want to share the burden with us? This kind of greed even makes you ignore the real facts."

"Don't forget, you and Leman Russ are going to fight that guy directly, and my position is that of the wanderer on the edge. This weapon will only have the greatest effect in my hands, because I have the best chance of putting this blade close to his neck: no matter what it costs me."

"Don't fool me with your predictions."

Jonson gritted his teeth. He didn't seem to give up his plan, while Leman Russ just looked at all this helplessly. He was seriously considering whether to use the Spear of Dionysus to separate the two, and then Use lottery or guessing, or any other method to end this meaningless quarrel.

But just when the Wolf King of Fenris was thinking about whether to take action, the Nostramo seemed to be completely tired of this quarrel. He put the sharp blade on his waist and approached Jonson like a ghost. Next to him, he spoke a brief word against his ear.

Leman Russ couldn't hear clearly what his brother was saying, but he could see that Zhuang Sen's face was extremely obviously touched by these words: At first, it was a kind of astonishment that could not be concealed, and it was random. It was endless anger and distortion, and these emotions were quickly suppressed with all their strength, in exchange for the Caliban's roar coming from the depths of his throat.

"You'd better make good use of it!"

Zhuang Sen gritted his teeth, and then he walked towards the door without looking back.

"What did you say to him?"

Leman Russ stepped forward.

"secret."

Midnight Ghost grinned, and immediately retreated to his sister: Although Morgan was still wandering in the world at this time, wandering in the deepest part of the subspace, her body could still keep up with the pace of the other brothers, allowing her to It will not become a burden in the battle, and as long as the struggle in the subspace has any obvious results, the Lord of Avalon will wake up at any time and participate in the death battle in the physical universe.

In this way, the four original bodies walked the last section of the journey. When they arrived at the steel door weighing several tons, they did not even need to do it themselves. The door slowly opened as if consciously.

Vaguely, the Primarchs could see a majestic palace comparable to the throne room of the Royal Palace of Terra, but the dim color, which was more penetrating than the dark midnight, made it difficult for them to see any details. In the sky above the head in front, there is a vigorous figure, reflecting a little light: it is a chilling metallic light, because it looks taller than any of the original bodies, exuding indescribable power. pressure.

Needless to say, everyone knows that this is their final opponent.

Leman Russ grinned.

"Should we say something to him?"

"..."

Zhuang Sen just remained silent, while Conrad bared his fangs and spit out an answer quickly and firmly.

"Talk nonsense."

I originally wanted to break out a little bit today, but I started to catch a cold in the afternoon. I felt groggy and had no energy, so I could only write so much first.

This plot is also beginning to wrap up, and it will be finished tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

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