Chapter 203 Times have changed
A beguiling light fell from the colorful sky above the battlefield. The Lord of Joy, sitting in the vast ocean, gave revelations and gifts to His followers at the right time under the advice of the Lord of Changes. blessing.

For the next 66 seconds, the followers of Slaanesh were briefly blessed with grace from their master.This allows them, or they, to dance more nimble and swiftly on the battlefield, or play more exciting music.In essence, this is just a very ordinary increase. It will not even cost Slaanesh much energy, and I don't know if it will have any substantial help to the current battlefield situation.But this does boost the morale of the believers, at least letting them know that their gods have not given up on them when facing life outside the realm.

The followers of Joy who had received this gift indeed cheered, and tried their best to continue fighting in accordance with the god's decree, without being defeated into a mess in front of an enemy that was too beyond common sense - even the common sense of the inanimate.The 66 seconds on the battlefield were very long, but also very short - after these last 66 seconds, those incomprehensible black shadows from outside the dimension disappeared silently:

This is because Debit accurately stuck to the time limit that Tezcatlipoca could "cover" and voluntarily sent those shadows back to where they should be.As Tzeentch said, out of basic human morality and views of good and evil, Debit, who caused all this, is actually the person who least wants creatures outside the realm to notice this universe.

It's already bad here, and it really shouldn't be made worse.

Fulgrim, who realized that this "accident" was over, and the demon soldiers under his command all let out a sigh of relief at this moment.The blessings of the Lord of Joy stingily slipped away from them again, but the believers of these desires would not be too sad: things were back on track, and they still remembered that the Daemon Primarch had said that before setting off. Promise them everything, and be willing to enjoy the process—and preferably the end result.

In this way, he corrupted an entire loyal chapter, and even captured another Primarch who was resurrected after fighting under the Corpse Emperor for 1 years. Especially, the main subjects in the above description are still the Iron Hands Chapter and Ferrus Ma Noos!This was simply irresistible to the Chaos warband of the Emperor's Children, and everyone agreed that the karma that had been entangled for thousands of years deserved a grand and gorgeous ending.Under the gaze of the majestic being in the supreme sky, the ending of this drama will end at a point that they all like to see. In this case, no matter what price they need to pay for it, it will be well worth it. of.

Driven by such "guiding ideas", the Chaos Astartes once again fell into an almost carnival atmosphere after the crisis was resolved.It can be said that the vast majority of the remaining people have never even thought about looking around, checking their own remaining strength, integrating the troops and re-formulating appropriate tactics. They only know to lead their lifeless friends towards the Hand of Steel. He rushed towards the position, wanting to use killing, blood, torture, and the painful wails of the enemy to heal his traumatized mind during that period of time.

Fulgrim himself was looking forward to doing this, but his perfectionist side still made him think that it was worth spending a second or two at this moment to re-observe the entire situation.He wanted to do this thing perfectly, whether it was capturing Ferrus Manus alive, or later using the original body to corrupt all the Sons of Gorgon, these should be done in a stable, proper, and sufficiently gorgeous environment. dramatic process.

After getting through the "difficulty" just now, Fulgrim, who had regained consciousness, recalled this experience, or in other words, recalled the fear and despair that he had experienced not long ago. In fact, he found it quite interesting: Although It is obviously abrupt and abrupt. If compared to a drama, it is a piece of garbage plot inserted by an eighteenth-rate playwright in the middle of writing without any foreshadowing or logic, and which cannot make the audience understand the content.But as a means of adding twists and tension, it still has its due effect.

But he found this "plot" quite interesting, but that didn't mean that he could happily accept the uncertainties that this unexpected event brought to the drama he was preparing.

The Daemon Primarch spent a second or two confirming the current situation of his own troops, and compared the number of Chaos Astartes and Colors left in his hands after the raging life outside the realm, which was only about one-third of the number at the beginning. The Evil Demon Army, as well as the Steel Hands on the opposite side, who only had a similar number of people but were clearly well prepared, spent a few microseconds thinking.In the end, he decided not to stop doing anything and simply put in the reserve team he had originally used as a precaution in order to secure victory.

——Although the frustration caused by the failure of a well-planned plan will inevitably be an extreme emotion that can please the Lord of Joy very well, at least for now, Fulgrim still wants Ferrus... Manus himself could return to the Silver Palace with him, in whatever form.And his current number of troops, organization and fighting will are obviously unable to compare with the Iron Hands who are fighting against the odds in a sense. There is no possibility of improving this in the short term, so at least he can bully the few with more. Ensure victory on the battlefield as much as possible.

Then he can slowly take care of his old friend.He would keep some of the sons of Gorgon, and give them the same qualifications to sit in the audience just like he did to his most beloved children - that would definitely be interesting.

So, under the command of the demon primarch, the Slaanesh wizard chanted the spell loudly, and ripples of pink and purple brilliance once again appeared in the void.When the Chaos Astartes who were charging and making strange screams successfully got close to the Iron Hands in a firefight, another group of Emperor's Children who were originally prepared as a reserve team under Fulgrim's instructions fought Gang members also entered the battlefield.The numerical advantage made Fulgrim feel slightly satisfied, as if he had seen that he had a chance to win.But when he was leisurely swimming around his slender snake body and watching with interest the meaningless resistance of the angry Sons of Gorgon, he suddenly realized that something was wrong:

The ground beneath their feet shook.

Although the curtain on this battlefield has been shattered and mixed with the Warp in the wave of waves that Tzeentch and Slaanesh have jointly set off from the Eye of Terror, for various reasons, this battle is still fought in Jie What happened on Rick's surface.This planet once had a complete ecological environment. Even though the ecosystem on it was completely razed by the Iron Hands led by Ferus Manus 1 years ago, this planet survived after all.

——Jerik's "soul" is responding to Enkidu's call very reluctantly.

This is actually a very strange thing that should not be true: this is not the universe where Enkidu originally lived, nor is this the earth when he was conceived by the gods. The native race above Jerik is not human either. This planet has nothing to do with so-called "human reason" from beginning to end - but for some unknown reason, when Enkidu tentatively called to the earth, the earth responded to him intermittently.

No one could explain the principle, not even Enkidu himself.But under the pressure of the battlefield in front of him, he actually didn't need to understand: he only needed to know that the earth here was indeed supporting him.

The god-made weapon stepped on the earth, and the ether breathed by the planet was pumped into his spiritual base from the bottom up, and then returned to the earth carrying a certain designated concept from the spiritual base.The cold and loose sand floating on the surface of the earth's crust was trembling, and then large areas rose up from their original positions. Under the condensation and command of the ether, they were shaped according to certain laws into something that no one present could say they were unfamiliar with. shape:

Land Raiders, Predator tanks, Gladiator anti-gravity tanks... It can almost be said that one after another established tank formations are being "shaped" from the surging ether of the earth.

The "Age of Babylon" is so unreasonable.And Enkidu doesn't like to hang out in the Iron Hands' hangar for no reason.

 Miwu (peaceful)

  It turns out once again that I can’t write about war at all…

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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