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[Motalian] said calmly,
If you recognize me, then I'm probably still alive here.
He stared at Abaddon, trying to discern something from the moon wolf's attire and chaotic psionic energy—but in the end, Mortarion released his grip, revealing a smile he was used to.
For some reason, Abaddon's face turned even paler.
[Shh. 】
Mortarian made a shushing gesture, then smiled uncontrollably, seemingly delighted that he had actually made it this far. He whispered something and held out his hand. Abaddon seemed frozen in place, watching Mortarian's hand press against his mouth.
Don't tell anyone I'm here—I think you can do that.
A series of words, like insects crawling, emerged from Mortalian's fingertips, and Abaddon immediately felt a numb, painful sensation in his mouth.
Okay, let's run.
[Motalian] whispered, watching Abaddon grab Kayan and practically tumble away from the spot.
[Motalian] twitched his lips, intending to suppress his smile as he often did, but to his surprise, the smile didn't disappear; he simply smiled, ecstatic about the unknown future.
Okay, okay, wish me luck.
Mortarian muttered, "Time to go." He reached out, and a hood that grew from the void immediately landed on his head. His tall, thin figure swayed, and then the Primarch vanished from the spot.
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Fugan opened his mouth, and looking into the distance, he saw a troop of black soldiers tumbling and crawling, the leader of whom even looked so much like Abaddon.
[Wait?! Wait! Stop!]
Fugan roared and drew his gun, but it was too far away—he watched as the men tumbled back into the shuttle as if their lives depended on it, the engines roaring violently, before they broke free from gravity and fled for their lives toward the sky.
After firing several helpless shots into the sky, Fugen raised his arms and stood before the silent Danteok, shouting towards the heavens.
What on earth happened?! What has happened now?!
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Terra
Hades' hand trembled as he reviewed the Mechanical Education's documents concerning changes to the Tau XV mech.
Hades looked up in disbelief at the location of the Eye of Silence—clearly realizing something.
Almost immediately, the pen, which had been suspended in mid-air, fell to the table with a thud, and the owner who had just been holding it and reviewing documents had vanished.
"Killiman—something's happened!!!"
A deafening scream pierced the sky.
Yay, it's gone!
Chapter 781 Hand over Hades
【small theater】
"You mean, the Endless One Tarasim has usurped the thrones of at least several hundred small dynasties and at least several dozen medium-sized dynasties?"
"You mean, not only did the Endless One Tarasim do this, but its allies are also human aliens?"
"You mean, Tarasin's alien allies are not only human, but also a freak of a star god cobbled together from the remains of a star god?"
The Silent King emitted a sharp, explosive sound.
He was probably angry.
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Terra
"Right there—right there! Rotate the angle another 27.9 degrees over three cycles!"
On the palace's observatory, Hades anxiously adjusted the giant observatory with his hand. The extremely precise instrument was now being controlled by Hades. If the court sage in charge of this place were to see this, he would probably scream out loud—but it was Hades standing here now.
[I'm looking for it—I found it! I found it!]
Pluto's "naked eye" could find the Silent Eye flickering erratically in the starry sky, but Robert Guilliman was slightly inferior in this regard. Therefore, the Primarch had to bend over, close one eye, and observe a corner of the starry sky through a stargazing mirror.
Guilliman finally found the flickering star field in his sight, and the moment his consciousness focused on that star field, Guilliman felt a kind of psychic connection.
The feeling was extremely uncomfortable for him. What struck Guilliman as bizarre was that a strange sense of familiarity clung to his spine like a leech, as if there was something in those shimmering giant eyes that shared the same psychic energy as him.
A thousand possibilities raced through the mind of the Empire's ruler, but after a moment of silence, Guilliman chose the one he was most confident in, based on intelligence gathered over the past few years.
[Chaos... What is the Black Legion doing? Has Khorne or Nurgle finally begun their operation?]
Killieman blinked, his deep blue eyes revealing a clear sense of alertness and confusion.
But this feeling...
[A cunning schemer?]
He gazed once more at the star that made him uneasy, then Guilliman sat up heavily, looking at Hades with a serious expression. Hades looked back at him expressionlessly.
I believe that...
Killieman said, enunciating each word clearly.
In this situation, it's necessary to consult with the Emperor.
“This is necessary,”
Hades received,
"The Netherworld Cult's garrison and naval patrols near the Eye of Silence have received orders to move out. The dispatch order has been issued through Nirvana, and several garrisons in the Hazy Starfield are now mobilizing."
Hades paused, then looked back at the star field where he had once "fallen."
"Hopefully it's just a false alarm,"
Hades gave a wry smile. "Just kidding."
"Perhaps it's the black obelisk of the space necromancers causing trouble—"
The word hung suspended in mid-air. For Hades, time suddenly slowed down, and his astral side became restless, as if some tragedy was about to unfold.
Hades' pupils suddenly dilated.
Behind the space they were in at this moment, in the superdimensional space that was superimposed and intertwined with thousands of layers, a trace appeared in the intersection of time, and Hades caught a glimpse of the fleeting metallic luster.
Before he could even think, action preceded will. In the slow, almost stagnant moment, an electric dragon rose up in front of Hades, while at the same time, a liquid metal shield shimmering with hyperdimensional energy condensed from the void.
Time moved a fraction of a second along the long river of time.
Guilliman, with his psychic intuition, seemed to have grasped something as well. The confusion in the eyes of the Empire's ruler had not yet been completely replaced by astonishment, but he had already looked in the right direction.
Beyond layers of temporal and spatial disguise, violent particles shrieked from the muzzle of the hyperdimensional cannon, revealing the hyperdimensional cube cage imprisoning the Star God and Death God—
Now, the hyperdimensional cube cage is twisting in an unbelievable way, and the star god and death god inside are howling in pain as the cage that imprisoned them is twisted into energy-state particle beams.
This won't kill the Star God Death; it will break into smaller pieces. But the energy from the moment the Star God shatters is enough to destroy another incomplete Star God—and this type of attack is even more effective against Star Gods.
The star god's dark power tainted the particle beam, and the next moment—the instant it was discovered—the assassin's expressionless metallic face reflected that frenzied energy beam.
Buzz - boom! ! !
The violent energy surged forth like a dragon, heading straight for Hades—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!
A tremendous light illuminated the observatory. From the outside of the palace, all the walls of the observatory suddenly collapsed and flew outwards at that moment. Amidst the mess, billowing dust rose. The observatory, built on the top floor of the palace, completely shattered and collapsed. With the power of the first shockwave, it directly smashed through the three floors below it, and still showed a faint tendency to smash through further.
In just a few seconds, the highest corner of the palace had collapsed into ruins. Palace servants and visiting officials screamed, while the Imperial Guard and Space Marines had already rushed to the scene of the attack.
The red light flashed and the warning lights hummed.
"Cough! Cough cough cough!!"
The first Imperial Guard to step onto the site of the observatory stood on the remaining floor, barely a foot wide, gazing into the collapsed pit—
Thick plumes of smoke rose from between the sophisticated instruments, accompanied by arcs of azure psionic energy that formed a perfectly sealed circle, deftly bypassing the psionic energy.
Robert Guilliman's eyes widened, and he was panting heavily, still shaken. He stood inside the protective circle, one hand outstretched to form the protective layer, the other hand gripping his sword, in a vigilant stance.
He kept turning his head to search, still on guard against possible enemy attacks. The initial smoke and ash from the explosion burned Guilliman's face, making the empire's ruler look rather disheveled.
"..."
Behind Guilliman, layers of molten black metal were being pierced through, slowly falling from the sky and turning into waste that could no longer be revived.
“…Fuck.”
Hades cursed expressionlessly, his hand gripping the main attacker, the space necromancer, which was already "dead." It had initiated an active formatting process the moment it was discovered, and the creaking sound came from Hades' hand as the space necromancer's remains twisted in his grasp.
Hades reached out with his other hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Hades took a deep breath and patted Killieman on the shoulder.
"It's alright—they—"
He paused for a moment, as if to confirm that, although the thunder rising beside Hades had not yet subsided,
"They're gone."
But we'd better not take the risk.
"Killiman said warily, his deep blue eyes darting around before finally settling in a certain direction."
Then, amidst the growing number of guards, Robert Guilliman took a few breaths, and then the Emperor spoke in his most authoritative tone.
In the name of the monarch of the human empire, I demand a dialogue with the Fearful Commander who launched this attack, in whatever manner—
I lodge a strong protest against you. Assassinating any citizen of the Human Empire in this manner is contrary to martial arts and morality. If there are still moral rulers among the dead, then they should prohibit such acts.
so--
Hades was about to persuade Guilliman to give up on the matter, but the next moment, Hades' gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked toward a corner of the space—where something had come from.
Guilliman also sensed the unusual spatial fluctuations. The Primarch looked up and, within the mysterious emerald vortex, saw the space undead emerging from the void.
"I am the High Justice."
Like a gaunt monster, the space necromancer had protruding ribs and its eyes gleamed with a dazzling white light.
Killieman heard the arcing of electricity around Hades behind him intensify.
"Noble Szalak, the last and greatest King of Silence, has sent me, as an extension of its noble will and sublime wisdom, to receive your question, Lord Robert Guilliman of the Empire."
Then, the Grand Judge of the Necromancers glanced at Hades with a contemptuous expression, followed by an expression of extreme disgust.
The space necromancer anthropomorphically covered its eyes.
"You are forbidden to speak with the civilization of the Fearful Dead, a monster of broken and man-made origin."
Hey, look at his temper.
A cold smile crept across Hades' face. He had already defended against the previous attack—the current situation was clear: the space undead and the human empire had broken off relations. Since a fight was inevitable anyway, he might as well start now—
Guilliman turned his head and gave Hades, who was clinging to the darkness around him, a look that suggested he should be rational.
Hades took a deep breath.
Anyway, this guy was summoned by Guilliman, so at least let Guilliman deal with him first.
Hades thought about it, and then he seemed to understand what Guilliman was thinking and what he was worried about.
Hades is a certified citizen of the Human Empire.
Killieman said calmly,
I don't understand why those who fear death would resort to such insidious and unrighteous methods.
"The noble Szalak, and finally the greatest King of Silence, after seeing through the life of this monster, decided that the moral constraints on weapons should be relaxed in the fight against such monsters."
Can I simply interpret this as the Fear of Death intending to become enemies of the human empire—in a completely immoral way?
The Fear of Death has extremely strict moral constraints regarding destructive weapons, which may be one of the reasons why the Fear of Death's strength has been greatly reduced.
Hades saw the Grand Justice of the space necromancer pause for a moment, and then the Grand Justice's voice became even more authoritative and unquestionable.
"No,"
"The space necromancer said, looking at Guilliman."
"What I am about to say will be broadcast to all citizens of the Human Empire—"
If the Empire of Man does not wish to antagonize the noble Szalak, and ultimately the greatest Lord of Silence, it must immediately surrender Hades and cease similar experiments. The great Lord of Silence will then forgive and forget. Otherwise, the Fear of Death will launch an attack on the Empire of Man.