The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 55 The Son of God
A rapid storm rose from the feet of the son of Sonia Solem, lifting him up to forcibly avoid the frontal collision of the battleship in the sky.

At the same time, as the former tyrant and the Red Priest dual-path True God, even if the non-adjacent paths brought Sonia Solem a bloodthirsty madness, even after the fall, the uniqueness and the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence One had been eliminated. seize.

But the personality and spirituality contained in it still allow the heirs born from his remains to inherit the terrifying power to control natural disasters.

In an instant, waves of storms, lightning, and flames, as if the end of the world had come, swept towards the scattered warship fragments after the fall, crushing and melting them on the spot, like jets of magma, surrounding them with a hot barrier.

However, Aiwen, who jumped high from the mountain of corpses, with wings stretched behind his back comparable to a battleship engine, turned into a streamer, directly using his body in power armor as a weapon, and slammed into the magma-like barrier forcibly above.

Under the huge impact, the smoke and dust rising up after the battleship fell was quickly compressed into a huge trumpet-shaped cavity, and the strong interaction force made the ceramic steel armor twisted, making toothache "creaking" sounds continuously, but there was no Completely penetrate the barrier in front of you.

But when it comes to combat, the Astartes never make sense, neither their solid armor, their powerful weapons, nor their clean fighting style.

I saw Aiwen, who was slapped on the barrier in an instant, propped up his arms, and under the push of the huge light wings behind him, he forcibly inserted his hands into the magma barrier mixed with lightning and storms, tearing it apart in an unreasonable way. A gap was opened, and then drove straight in the direction of the son of Sunya Solem.

"Disaster!"

Seeing this, the newborn Son of God shouted words that could communicate spirituality in the ancient elf language.

The next moment, a bucket-thick lightning suddenly appeared from the cloudless sky, and slashed straight down towards Aiwen who was flying towards him at a very high speed.

But when the lightning fell, Aiwen's figure quickly disappeared like a bubble blown by the wind.

This is from the strange ability of the No.19 Primarch, Raven King Clarks, which allows him to hide himself in the shadows anytime and anywhere, and before he takes the initiative to attack, there is no possibility of being discovered by the enemy.

For even in pure light there is darkness, but evil is like a shadow under a light, even if it cannot be seen it still exists.

Immediately afterwards, a light "click" sounded suddenly, and it was too late to call a large-scale natural disaster. The son of Sunya Solem, who had directly washed the ground, was picked up by Aiwen who suddenly appeared behind him.

Two huge palms wrapped in pottery steel armor were pulled left and right to directly connect them to the spine of the skull, and were forcibly torn out from the chest cavity.

"Wow……"

A heart-piercing cry suddenly burst out from the blood-filled mouth of Sonya Solem's son.

At the same time, the remains of the ancient god, which had long been buried by the fragments of the battleship, suddenly burst into a huge mournful cry, and cursed frantically with a murmur like weeping blood:

"All bloodthirsty people, the night is full of blasphemous filth and the stench of sin...Curse them, curse these beasts, and their offspring, go mad and go to destruction in the killing and hunting!"

However, the vicious curse caused the red light in Aiwen's eyes to flourish. He held the head of the son of Sonia Solem, connected to the spine, in one hand, and threw his broken body in the other hand as if throwing garbage. side.

After that, he turned around calmly and walked step by step towards the direction of the remains buried by the fragments of the battleship.

But before he took a few steps, a familiar figure suddenly appeared between him and the remains on the ground of the mine pit like a purgatory Shura field.

It was a beautiful and strong girl, she was sitting on a high-backed chair, her head was lowered quietly as if she was asleep.

On the slender but powerful body, he was wearing a black hunter coat with intricate patterns embroidered on the hem, and the collar of the knight uniform on the inside that set off the curve of the figure. On the white shirt with lace, it was covered with dazzling blood.

"Maria..."

Whispering, driven by the huge wings of light behind him, Aiwen instantly crossed the distance between the two sides, but at a position only a few steps away from the other side, he suddenly stopped his figure.

In the middle of the tragic battlefield ruins, the familiar figure made him hesitate, and finally slowly came to the opponent, stretched out his cold and rough palm, and touched it carefully, the long pale golden hair was tied up high. , but the pale cheeks hidden under the boat-shaped hunter's three-cornered hat.

"Snapped!"

After a soft sound, Maria, who was sleeping quietly on the seat, suddenly raised her hand and grabbed Ivan's thick fingers covered by ceramic steel armor, then slowly raised her head, looking up at the strange figure in front of her.

After a long while, he said in a low voice like a sigh: "The corpse should be allowed to rest in peace!"

As soon as the words fell, the red light in Aiwen's eyes suddenly receded, and the original scarlet light wings, like withered petals, separated from the body, and scattered on the ground covered with corpses.

"Maria, please hold my hand... don't let me sink into eternal darkness..."

He stared at the figure in front of him, and murmured in a sad tone.

……

In reality, in the cramped cabin room, Ivan, who was lying flat on the narrow bed, suddenly squirmed in the pocket of his jacket.

After leaning down a little, Brenes crawled out in a daze, dragging his body that was obviously swollen more than usual, raised his soft hands as if he hadn't woken up, and rubbed his cheeks vigorously.

Then he turned his suspicious eyes to Aiwen who was in deep sleep in front of him.

"Is this guy having nightmares?"

While he was thinking, his puppet body, which was already very swollen, swelled up again at a speed visible to the naked eye. Immediately afterwards, an emotion full of sadness and pain was directly wedged into his mind like a steel pick. Stirring his spirit.

This made Brenes, who almost exploded to death, crawl from his chest to his neck tremblingly, shaking Ivan's head frantically.

"Damn it... what the hell are you dreaming about?"

"Wake up, Alvin!"

"Clap clap clap..."

In the heart-piercing shout, Brenes slapped Ivan's cheek fiercely, and the words he shouted became more and more hasty.

"Damn it...it's this time, how can you sleep?!"

But at this moment, Aiwen, who was in a deep sleep and couldn't wake up, uttered a murmur:
"Maria..."

Then suddenly opened his eyes.

When he adjusted his sad mood, he looked around and found that he was still on the bed in the cabin, holding the "Pan's Flute" that he had bought before, and half of something that was wet, soft and greasy like intestines.

At the same time, Brenes, who was supposed to be tucked into his pocket, was lying on his neck at this moment, staring at his palm in shock.

In fact, it’s not surprising that he will show such an exaggerated expression. If you find that your roommate is having a nightmare in the middle of the night and try to wake him up, but the other party suddenly wakes up calling a girl’s name, still “feeling affectionate” When looking at you with "pulse", no matter who you are, you will feel a chill.

"I was so worried about you before, I didn't expect you to be having sex dreams?!"

After forcibly breaking away from Ivan's fingers holding his right arm, Breness turned around cursing.

Just as he was about to crawl back into his pocket, he suddenly burst into exclamation:
"Damn! What kind of disgusting thing is this?"

Brenes, who almost jumped up on the spot, pointed at the item in Aiwen's hand, which was as slippery as intestines and covered with blood, and backed away with a look of horror.

At the same time, he growled in disbelief: "You can't be secretly messing with some bastard's evil god, are you?"

Thinking of the other party going crazy, even daring to hit the steam coming down from the resident of the Church of the God of Steam and Mechanics, Brenes felt that his unrealistic guesses were closer to the truth.

(End of this chapter)