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Chapter 1313 Shadow of Death (The weather is getting hotter and hotter)

Not long ago, Duanmu Huai mocked these Chaos Evil Gods, saying that they were too weak in this newborn Milky Way and could not do anything themselves, so they could only use some despicable means to cause trouble for themselves. After all, they were just a group of cowards hiding in the subspace, and they could do nothing but plot and scheme.

So, he really wasn't surprised at all about his current situation.

Duanmu Huai stood up. The power armor that was damaged in the battle with the Star God had been completely repaired. He raised his head and looked around. He was now in a dark, gloomy, abandoned corridor. Under the searchlight, he could see that the entire steel corridor looked like a one-way lane leading to a cemetery.

The steel corridor in front of him flickered, revealing the starry sky outside, and then quickly returned to its original appearance. It seemed that the laws of physics had been distorted here, and the stench of the subspace filled the entire space. Duanmu Huai could even feel the shouts and screams from the subspace.

Well, now I am on a space hulk.

And once again, I don’t know which timeline I was thrown into.

However, Duanmu Huai can be sure that this should be the timeline when the power of the Chaos Evil God is relatively strong.

Hmm...what? Because I mocked them for being too weak in the original timeline, so they deliberately found a timeline when they were at their strongest, intending to compete with me here?

Ugh, I hate this.

Duanmu Huai sighed silently. He didn't like time travel. To put it bluntly, the few times he traveled through time were forced. Duanmu Huai hated jumping around on the timeline the most. He didn't like this kind of influx. Whether it was the past, the future, or anything else...

But Duanmu Huai was not too worried, because he was familiar with the timeline. He knew that if he was in the past, the timeline would not allow him to make major changes. For example, when they went to Terra, the timeline directly spit them back to their original place.

Same now.

If he really couldn't go back, Duanmu Huai would just charge directly into the Terra Palace or the Eye of Terror.

Anyway, there is always a way to force the timeline to spit him out.

But before that…………

Duanmu Huai leaned against the wall with satisfaction, opened the system and looked at the settlement.

After absorbing the Star God, Duanmu Huai's Great Old Ones finally reached the maximum level as he wished. This was Duanmu Huai's second priesthood that reached the maximum level. Like the God of Destruction, the skills of the Great Old Ones also changed after reaching the maximum level.

[The Great Old One (LV20)]

[Obtain special title - Source of Destruction]

[Source of Destruction Bonus: Each pseudo-limb can cause 1D100 damage to the enemy]

[Majestic Aura upgraded to something that cannot be looked at directly]

[Loss of Sanity: Anyone who attempts to look directly at the essence without permission will lose 1D10/1D100 sanity (will test invalid)]

[Reality Stability: You have absorbed the fragments of the Star God and gained the authority to stabilize the order of reality. All order within a 500-meter radius centered on you will be stable and cannot be eroded/tainted/changed by any existence other than you. The concept of 'destruction' has the highest priority.]

It should be said that he is worthy of being called a star god, a god of the highest level in the sense of the physical universe.

Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders and sighed. Fortunately, he and the other party had the same authority, so he was able to break through the reality barrier of the Star God. Because in front of the same authority, the level of authority is meaningless, only the strength is considered. And it just so happens that destruction is one of the highest levels of authority. If you want to fight against Duanmu Huai's God of Destruction, I'm afraid only the authority of creation can be useful.

Of course, the most terrifying are the Old Ones who can even devour the Star Gods.

Duanmu Huai knew that during the ancient war period, star gods would devour each other, but he was not quite sure how those star gods ate each other...it should be different from himself, right?

whatever.

Duanmu Huai strode forward, and the unstable physical rules of the space hulk became stable again in front of him. The twisted, disappeared, and deflected forces returned to their original state. Duanmu Huai didn't know where to go, but it didn't matter. He would find out as he walked. Anyway, the space hulk was just like this.

As for his little girls, Duanmu Huai was not worried. Long before the battle with the Star God, Duanmu Huai had already told them about possible situations - especially when he realized that the chattering Smurf had intervened in the situation here, Duanmu Huai had already guessed that things would not be so simple.

Well, the fact is just as I thought.

This guy really has no innovative spirit, he only uses the same few tricks over and over again.

The entire cabin was extremely cold, covered with ice everywhere. The gravity here was in chaos, and one could even see some strange things floating in the air, just like the floating debris in microgravity or zero-gravity environments in many space movies—until Duanmu Huai arrived. Gravity instantly returned to this physical universe, the distorted subspace force was dispelled, and the debris suspended in the air fell to the ground, making a tinkling sound.

Oh, by the way, there is still air in this damn place.

Even so, Duanmu Huai did not take off his helmet. He just carried his warhammer and walked leisurely in his back garden. He did not know what he was looking for, but Duanmu Huai knew that this space wreck was not in the subspace, but in the physical universe, which meant that there should be something here... Well, there was something.

  In the dark shadow, a white light emerged from inside, and then, one wild beast after another rushed out from the darkness, opening their big mouths dripping with saliva, and pounced towards Duanmu Huai!

These sub-space beasts have twisted and strange appearances. They have no fur and their entire bodies look like skinned animals. Their claws are extremely sharp and their eyes are as big as snakes. This strange existence would make mortals panic just by looking at it. But for Duanmu Huai……

A piece of trash that can withstand no attack.

Duanmu Huai took another casual step forward and swung the warhammer in his hand like a baseball bat. The whistling hammer hit the subspace beasts without stopping, smashing them into meat paste.

The Warp Hound of the Dark Elves.

Duanmu Huai knew what he had encountered without even looking at it, and this made his originally calm state of mind suddenly become excited.

Dark elves, ah, dark elves.

Duanmu Huai missed the screams and wails on Comoros so much. The fragile flesh and blood of the black bean sprouts were crushed and destroyed in his hands. Their wails full of sorrow were so pleasant to the ear. Especially when he stepped on their cubs and felt the joy when they were dying... That kind of fragile, powerless, wailing and painful destruction and death!

  How sweet it was to listen to the helpless and painful howls of the Dark Elves as Commorragh was destroyed in the Webway, consumed by flames and blown to pieces! How joyful! How happy!

Duanmu Huai still remembers the touch, the wonderful touch, when he reached out and stuffed his arm into the dark elf's body, clenched it tightly, and felt their internal organs being squeezed and broken, their skin and muscles being torn apart by the huge force, and the wailing souls screaming... and the faces and expressions twisted by pain!

Well, it really wasn’t a wasted trip.

Duanmu Huai withdrew his gaze and licked his lower lip with his tongue.

You can kill black bean sprouts again.

He will enjoy the process.

All enemies of humanity deserve death.

No matter how many times it dies.

Duanmu Huai was not surprised that black bean sprouts appeared in the space wreck. These low-energy and lowly aliens were like jackals in the Milky Way. Their favorite thing to do was to collect garbage everywhere. Large garbage like the space wreck would naturally attract the attention of these lowly and inferior creatures.

Of course, human pirate groups also like to hunt for treasure in space wrecks, but Duanmu Huai obviously doesn't think there is anything wrong with doing so.

The difference between a dog and a rag collector is very obvious.

No matter how bad the rag collector is, he is still one of us.

  As for the dog?

That's another story.

"…………"

Duanmu Huai's expression moved slightly, he heard the voice.

Gunshots and roars.

Something is fighting.

just in front.

Duanmu Huai continued to move forward, he crossed the corridor and came to a nearby warehouse. Then Duanmu Huai reached out and pushed open the locked door.

The sound of gunfire and the shadow rushed towards him at the same time.

  The explosive bomb shot out from the darkness behind, hit Duanmu Huai's power armor, and then bounced off. However, Duanmu Huai didn't even care about this little thing. He just stared ahead, staring at the black shadow in front of him. That slender, delicate, fragile, exciting... dark elf!

Brutal murderous intent erupted in an instant, as if it had turned into substance and even the air was solidified. Duanmu Huai stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the dark elf that pounced towards him. His hand grabbed its head and his fingers pierced its skull. Then Duanmu Huai clenched his right hand tightly. The dark elf's head burst like a balloon between his palms, and its body trembled a few times as if its nerves reflexed, and then there was no movement.

Duanmu Huai threw away the corpse in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a "bang". But Duanmu Huai didn't even look at the ugly alien corpse. He raised his head and looked forward.

There stood a giant, wearing black armor inlaid with carefully maintained ornate nameplates and skull gears of the Anti-Foreign Order. He held a bolter in his hand and a war hammer on his back. The Holy Word attached to the surface of his armor showed the pious faith and belief of this warrior.

That was an Astartes.