Chapter 137: Father is here!
The power contained within the artifact spread rapidly. Strange runes appeared in the air, and the edges of the void began to crack. The ground trembled, and a massive burst of energy erupted from the two divine artifacts, shooting into the sky like a volcanic eruption, tearing apart the surrounding space and time.
The air was distorted, and light and shadow intertwined to form a huge vortex that quickly swallowed the entire sky. An unprecedented psionic storm began to form over Caliban, like a giant dragon tearing the heavens and earth apart, piercing through the atmosphere and releasing intense energy fluctuations.
Space began to collapse, and the flow of time began to become disordered.
The ground of Caliban was torn apart by the energy dragon's shockwaves, the cracks extending deep into the earth, and distant mountains and forests were reduced to ashes by the storm's impact.
Lord Cypher and Azrael stood calmly at a distance, looking down at the disaster before them. Their plan was nearing completion, and Caliban was about to become a relic of the past.
"All of this is for redemption." Lord Cypher spoke slowly, his voice unwavering.
"Redemption, perhaps." Azrael responded, turning to face his companion. "But the death of Caliban is our destiny."
The Lion, who also witnessed this scene, turned to look at Luther, his eyes bloodshot, and roared furiously.
"Fool! This is your plan?"
"Caliban is collapsing! Don't tell me you didn't know!"
Luther's face turned deathly pale, and he kept muttering to himself, his words tumbling out in panic. "How could this be! I didn't do this!"
"I did not issue such an order. The Order Knights of Caliban would not destroy their own homeland."
"I didn't! I didn't!"
"How could this be! They clearly said they would protect Caliban."
"They lied to me! They lied to me!" Luther shook his head frantically, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his voice hysterical.
"Even at a time like this! You still believe them?"
"Look at what you're protecting!" The Lion nearly roared, his golden eyes flashing with an undeniable pressure.
Just then, a terrifying energy vortex attempted to pull the Lion into the warp.
Seeing this, Luther finally realized that this was all a conspiracy by Chaos against the Lion. He tried to move, but his spine had been broken, and he could only watch helplessly as the Lion was ambushed.
Countless daemons emerged from the vortex, and the moment the storm touched the Lion, an immense suppressive force swept over him.
When the paint on the Lion's armor broke, revealing the color of the blackstone armor underneath, and he held the gleaming Lion Sword, he was like an unyielding bulwark.
The psionic winds billowed his cloak high, but the pitch-black stone armor emanated a power that made daemons tremble.
The energy emitted by the daemons that attempted to attack him with psychic powers was absorbed entirely the moment it touched the armor, as if it had vanished into thin air.
The Lion, who had initially intended to resist, saw this scene and revealed a half-smile. "That's it? You all are way too weak!"
A cold glint flashed in the Lion's eyes as his longsword drew a golden arc, slashing precisely at the daemon's chest. The daemon's body was cleaved in two, screaming as it turned to ashes.
More daemons swarmed in, their numbers like endless waves.
The Lion showed no sign of backing down; his sword danced like the wind, slicing every approaching daemon into nothingness.
"You lackeys of Chaos, your fate is sealed!" The Lion's roar shook the surroundings; his voice was filled with an indomitable will.
At this moment, he was like a god of war.
However, the psionic storm grew increasingly violent, attempting to engulf him. Indistinct whispers and maniacal laughter echoed from within the vortex.
"Accept the Chaos! You will become the new Warmaster!"
"Empires will eventually decay."
"Let the slaughter begin! Kill the traitors, kill the rebels, kill, kill, kill!"
"..."
The frenzy of battle seemed endless, but the Lion remained steadfast.
"You won't be able to seduce me!"
"I don't care about being a war commander! All I want is for them to call me 'Big Brother respectfully'!" The Lion growled and raised the Lion Sword high.
The tip of the sword burst forth with a dazzling light, as if the Emperor's own will had descended upon the battlefield.
Click...
Under the increasingly fierce psionic attack, a crack began to appear in the blackstone armor, revealing a note through the crack.
"When the black stone cracks open, it means something sinister has intervened. At this moment, you must shout the following slogan: Father, save me!"
"Be sincere and shout at the top of your lungs! The brown potion is the most bitter, but it can increase the chances of summoning the Emperor!"
The Lion: "?"
He had the expression of an old man on the subway; he recognized each word individually, but couldn't understand them when put together.
In the instant he lost focus, an even stronger will seemed to assault him from within the vortex, trying to drag him into the warp.
Until a gigantic daemon swung a warhammer burning with green flames and smashed down on him, his stiff limbs hadn't even had time to react.
Bang!
His body was actually about to fly into the crack in the air.
However, that blow also relieved the Lion's physical discomfort, and he couldn't care less about anything else. He took out the potion, and just as he opened the cap, the edge of his helmet melted.
"Is this really drinkable?" The Lion stared in shock at the bubbling potion before him, his hand trembling slightly. A gust of wind scattered some of the potion, which landed on the daemon's head.
"Aaaaaah!"
"My head!"
He immediately saw that the daemon was as if he had been forcibly dehydrated, and he was shriveled up to his bones.
The Lion looked at the potion and the daemon repeatedly, his eyes widening.
"Don't drink it! You'll experience endless pain!" A chaotic whisper reached his ears. The enemy said no, but he would do it anyway.
The Lion gritted his teeth and gulped it down.
Ton ton ton...
The moment the liquid slid down his throat, it felt as if a flame was burning his internal organs, and a bitter taste surged onto his tongue like a tide.
Suddenly, a violent wave of dizziness struck. His vision blurred instantly, the candlelight in front of him was stretched into streaks of light, and the whole world seemed to collapse around him.
Images flooded his mind like a torrent: his childhood, his brothers, and the scenes of him hunting wild beasts alone in the Caliban forest. The images were so clear they were breathtaking; every detail and every expression was incredibly lifelike.
He saw the scene as it was when he first met Luther. The strong, passionate man reached out and brought him back to the human world, where he had been lost in the forest.
Then, he saw himself leading the Dark Angels Legion to conquer all directions. Every victory in battle, every fallen soldier, every time he raised his sword to swear an oath, all these images flashed before his eyes.
...
Terra's
Throne Room.
The Emperor's gaze was fixed on the distance. Endless golden light poured out from his body, and his hands continued to produce cannonballs.
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened slightly, and a strong sense of unease pierced through the endless sea of stars. He sensed that the Lion was in very poor condition.
Then, he gently raised his hand, and golden psionic energy surged out like a wave. His will traversed the stars and locked onto a prison planet on the edge of the galaxy, where countless criminals lived in violence and depravity.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Emperor unleashed golden flames from the void, instantly engulfing the entire planet. The criminals on the prison planet didn't even have time to scream before the whole planet was annihilated into nothingness.
Only a golden light shot into the sky, transforming into a bridge that led the Emperor's boundless power to the distant battlefield of Caliban.
"Lion, what happened?" The Emperor's voice was like a thunderclap, shattering everything the Lion could see.
The Lion suddenly felt an incredibly warm yet incredibly heavy force flowing into his body. "Ah! It's the power of my father!"
"Francis was right after all!" His voice was filled with joy; the feeling was incredibly powerful.
"FOR THE EMPEROR!!" The Lion swung his sword forward, the blade slicing through the void as if splitting the chaotic sky. A golden sword aura erupted, like a raging torrent, tearing the oncoming daemon army in two.
Countless daemons were still trying to besiege him, but the Lion did not hesitate. Every swing of his sword carried the power to destroy everything. The blade pierced through the bodies of daemons, and golden flames burned along the wounds, completely obliterating them.
"Aaaaaah! He really can kill us!"
"Ahhh..."
These daemons shrieked and screamed, but they couldn't get even a step closer to him.
He swung his sword down fiercely, and with a deafening roar, the psionic storm instantly dissipated.
This scene was deeply etched in Luther's eyes; the Lion soaring in the sky was like a god, preventing Caliban's destruction.
"Did I... I... did I really do something wrong?" Luther's words fell into the silence around him, barely audible.
"..."
"..."
After reading the Lion's memories, the Emperor understood what had happened, and the temperature in the entire throne room suddenly dropped several degrees. The air itself seemed to grow heavy.
The Soul Drinkers, who were working hard, felt a chill run down their spines.
The Emperor clenched his fist again and again, then turned to look at the webway, before finally letting go.
At the same time.
Francis, on the Abyss Roar, put down the grapes in his hand.
Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!
Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!
Francis rubbed his nose, a hint of doubt in his mind.
"Wait a minute! How could I have caught a cold?"
"Who's thinking of me! Surely not six people are missing me!"
Upon hearing this, Perturabo and the other two all showed expressions of disgust. They exchanged glances, each understanding the unspoken thought. They realized that Francis was definitely a good partner in times of danger.
However, when there is no danger, Francis is the most dangerous person.
"It should be about time now! I think they're really about to collapse completely." After saying that, Ferrus continued to look out the window, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield below.
Amidst the ruins, the broken spires still soared into the clouds, their former glory long gone. The ground was covered with congealed blood and torn limbs.
The warriors of the Dark Eldar still wielded blades and spears, but their movements were no longer as graceful and nimble as before. Instead, they appeared heavy and mechanical. Those who once reveled in pain and pleasure now displayed only numbness on their faces.
Their eyes were vacant, as if they had lost all passion in the endless killing.
[End of Chapter]
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