How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 121 Old Man Huang doesn’t talk about martial ethics
When the phantom of a golden giant rose from the ground, everyone present realized why this "taking everyone away from the front line while giving protection to the military formation" happened, which seemed to go against any tactical theory. thing.

In this scenario, they need a means to prevent friendly forces from harming them.

That phantom obviously doesn't exist in reality, but that doesn't mean it won't have an impact on reality.It seems translucent and incorporeal, as harmless as a holographic image projected in the air, but in fact, the majestic power from the subspace crossed the barrier of the curtain because of those few chants and landed on it. With the help of a suitable catalyst, the reality that it should not exist but exists is imposed on the physical universe.

It was a golden giant wearing a simple armor - probably only one or two layers of iron, with almost no protection and no additional functions - and riding a tall horse that was also covered with some armor. , holding a knight's spear that could only be regarded as a wooden stick.In the eyes of people of this era, this image is undoubtedly weird and ridiculous.

Although this image does not exist in all the records widely circulated in the empire, and everyone present can hardly tell which era this ancient image originated from, but an intuition from the heart told them all:

That's the Emperor.

Giorgios - Saint George, in this universe, is an identity used by the Eternal Emperor at a certain time and place, whose life spans the entire history of human civilization.As the same existence in different universes, after a brief discussion and request, Giorgios, whom Fujimaru Ritsuka knew, generously agreed to lend his spiritual base data to project his own power as the emperor in this universe. a consistent approach.

And this path was given by the Emperor to his first champion.

Even if it is just a tiny piece of the Emperor at a certain point in time, when its projection is forced into reality, it will cause the earth to shake, the wind to roar, and the impact of flying sand and rocks to easily break the objects set up to mark the distance on the battlefield, and then all the way. It flew backwards and hit the defense brought by the Zhenyuan Gathering Oath Star, so it did not cause any casualties to the soldiers of the empire - this was only the power that could be "seen".

As for the invisible ones, perhaps the remaining demons who had not had time to escape and screamed and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye could explain this with their tragic fate.

This is not an energy that anyone - not even the Cursed Astartes - can bear.The combination of Sigismund's status as the Emperor's Champion and Giorgios' spiritual base data made this process safer and easier, but it was only a relative term.The aftermath of the giant's appearance has already had a terrifying scale and influence. For the person who directly carries this power in reality, the pressure on Sigismund is still unimaginable by ordinary people.

This is why, even though the spiritual base data is also loaded with Otenaus, others can access the power they bring anytime and anywhere. Only for the Emperor's Champion, he, Fujimaru Ritsuka and the Emperor need to It can only be established with the simultaneous recognition of the three parties of the emperor and a simplified summoning ceremony.

...Although in many cases, the "simultaneous approval of the three parties" in this procedure is nothing more than the emperor's word.

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka did have her own ideas, she and the Emperor often saw eye to eye when it came to matters of life and death; and Sigismund...

The Emperor's Champion's self-perception remains clear: he is an instrument shaped by the Emperor's will.

The tool itself bore the unconscious erosion of the Emperor's violent psychic energy without complaint, and endured pain that could be described as bone-crushing.This power could originally burn him to ashes in an instant, but with the various conditions attached and the support of Fujimaru Ritsuka, it just turned into an extreme torture - not unbearable, so it is not Not acceptable.Sigismund thought so.

He stood quietly in pain, looking straight ahead with almost indifference.Mortarion, who originally looked huge and majestic, was dwarfed by the golden giant, and the corruption and pollution he originally carried automatically burned under the light.The demon primarch endured the severe pain and hurriedly flapped his wings to escape. In the next moment, he was grabbed by a big golden hand, and was picked up from the ground like a child picking up a small soldier statue.

"You can't catch me!" Mortarion yelled at the wind with sternness. "All you can destroy is my body! Even if you burn my body with your blasphemous fire, my essence will remain. And still——"

A loud rumbling sound that penetrated the sky and the earth interrupted his wail.

"Mortarion," the golden giant said, "my son."

The emperor's solid golden eyes cast compassion, and his rebellious heir seemed to feel it. On his instinctively raised head, the fear was clearly revealed in his muddy eyes: "...No, you No! You can’t do that!”

The Emperor remained silent as the Daemon Primarch's screams of pain and terror echoed throughout the plains.However, what happened next happened very quickly - a burst of brilliant golden light burst out from the inside of the shadow of "Saint George". Regardless of whether the viewer was afraid of it or not, it did take away the vision and hearing of everyone present. .And when an unknown amount of time passed, the light gradually faded, and only the lonely figure of Sigismund was left in place.

Nurgle's armies, the taint of Chaos, the Emperor's avatar, and the Daemon Primarch himself all vanished from the plains of northern Tyros.The place was completely silent for a moment, except for the slightest sound of wind. It was so quiet that it felt unreal.

It was as if the fierce battle everyone had before was just a nightmare.
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"He shouldn't have done it! How could the cursed one do it! No one can do it - He broke the rules of the game!"

The huge, dilapidated and filthy palace trembled with the majestic anger of its owner, and the living, rotting and flexible branches whined and played suitable music, trying to appease the plague god who was rarely furious.But it has always worked in the past. The "music" that would cause the spirits of mortals who heard such sounds to rot in an instant failed to soothe Nurgle's panicked soul this time -

The soul and essence of Mortarion, the beloved son He had deliberately wrested from the damned, who should have been firmly controlled in His hands, was slowly burning under the golden flames.

——The Emperor, who has long lent psychic energy to Fujimaru Ritsuka through a contract-like power, did not get nothing in the process.Just like the former can directly establish contact with the devil through a simple name, although it is not that exaggerated, the Emperor has now indeed learned how to use his "fate" as the creator and the descendants of the original body.

Mortarion's soul and essence struggled and cried out in agony in His hands, while Nurgle tried in anger and panic to extinguish the flames.He swelled up his massive body, and living walls and decaying roofs screamed to make way for their Creator and Ruler.In this palace complex that is larger than the size of a planet, Nurgle himself has expanded to one-third of its size in an instant.

He held that part of Mortarion lovingly in his fetid palms, vomiting cascades of putrid ichor from what might be called a "mouth" in an attempt to extinguish the Emperor's flames.This seemed to be effective at first, but then, those golden light spots emerged from the essence of the original body again like gangrene attached to the bone.

Nurgle was bitterly aware that as long as Mortarion's "other part" remained within the control of the Emperor's psychic powers, the erosion of "this part" would not cease.

He has already suffered too many setbacks in this battle, and he really cannot accept greater losses, let alone a Primarch.Because of this, Nurgle is preparing to start wrestling with the Cursed One - if he had no other choice, he would never want to do this, but he has already lost his forerunner in the mortal world. If he loses another original body, he will not be able to do so. It would be too far behind in the great game of the gods.

Mortarion's essence slowly melted away in His palm.He knows that if these things are once burned out, the subspace energy that constitutes them may be reborn under the will of the damned, just as He allows those inanimate beings who have been scattered and exiled in the real universe to be reborn in Him Like being reborn under his wings.Although the power of the cursed one is powerful, he has not officially ascended the throne of God after all. If there is to be a tug-of-war here, then Nurgle believes that he still has an advantage.

Yet a certain subtle touch was conveyed from His garden to His palace.As the master of the entire realm, Nurgle knows all the territories under his rule and can come and go with ease.With a thought, he already knew the source of this strange feeling, and the source itself made him immediately shocked:

A huge golden warship is suspended above his vast garden.The bow of the ship is decorated with a golden eagle, and the towers and gun muzzles at the rear are also extremely carved, making it very luxurious.The entire ship is undoubtedly a giant among warships, but it is still dwarfed by the plague god's territory that exceeds the size of the planet.What alarmed Nurgle was not its size or firepower, but the fact that it was almost entirely forged from the Emperor's psychic energy.

He realized that he had to make a difficult choice between the soul and essence of the original body and his own territory.

　Miwu (leopard death).

　　Wuwuwu... Nagano Hiroshi... (Crawling around in the ice cave)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)