I write apocrypha in Warhammer

The unimaginable evil aura rushed towards the face from behind the door, making even the Dark Angel with a superhuman body shudder.

He saw at least hundreds of high-level priests gathered in that twisted space, and the rich darkness almost condensed into some kind of actual substance.

Those guys have scriptures written all over them, whether it's power armor or skin. They hold staffs surging with powerful subspace energy, and the surging power of destruction dominates their bodies.

As well as the countless black shadows surrounding them, those horrible things that are difficult to express in words are laughing wildly, as if just looking at them one more time, the soul will be stripped from the body and harvested by them.

Inside the room, various chaotic runes were painted all over the walls and floor. The blood used as paint had long since turned black and dried up. The candles made of human fat had also burned out, leaving only dry patches on the floor. Wax block.

When Moore saw this, he immediately realized that they might be late and that something extremely ominous had already happened.

He stared at the situation inside the door, holding the sword tightly with both hands, holding his breath and concentrating, ready to generously serve the emperor at any time.

"Thank you for being able to get here. If I didn't have other important things to deal with, I would really like to reward you." Then, a voice came from the room.

A plain-looking Word Bearer walked to the door, followed by other priests.

With such an obvious position, one can tell at a glance that he is the ruler of this planet, the chief priest of the Word Bearers, Erebus, who calls himself the Hand of Fate.

"Your ceremony is finally completed, sir." O'Sullivan said with joy upon seeing this, "These guys have caused great damage to our world. We must eliminate them as soon as possible. The post-war reconstruction work still needs to be done."

The Dark Apostle was speaking, but his words were forcibly interrupted by Erebus.

"The results of your work are not satisfactory, O'Sullivan. The dark gods will definitely not forget your achievements."

There was a thick smile on Hand of Destiny's face, and his voice seemed pleasant and relaxed.

"Uh, um. Thank you for your compliment, sir. This is what I should do."

O'Sullivan suddenly seemed a little embarrassed when his speech was interrupted. In addition, he looked quite embarrassed now, which gave his colleagues a really unseemly feeling.

But this little thing doesn't matter.

Judging from the current situation in which Erebus has begun to reward merits, he, the commander, should be able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Just as the Dark Apostle was considering this, the next development of the situation was far beyond his expectation.

"Traitor, are you ready to die?"

Maul had heard about the evil deeds this guy had committed. Wei Mu rarely hated someone so deeply. If he could kill Erebus here, he would be able to feel proud in front of that kid. .

He wants to challenge this guy.

The Dark Angel sprinted forward with all his strength, sweeping out thousands of troops with his first sword, and the blade was directed towards Erebus's ugly face full of scriptures.

In the end, there was only a "dang" sound, and a powerful psychic barrier blocked between Erebus and Maul's power swords.

An extremely strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into Moir's heart.

He hurriedly slashed forward with two more swords, and the collision between the weapon and the shield made a crisp sound.

But the psychic barrier remained motionless, and the target Maul wanted to kill was just a few centimeters behind the barrier.

"Don't be so rampant as a bad can, try the power of my golden beard!"

The orc warlord led the team and arrived, the electromagnetic gun in his hand pouring firepower wildly forward.

Moore heard Golden Beard's voice from behind and ducked to the side.

Immediately afterwards, countless bullets were fired at the psychic barrier.

The powerful kinetic energy attached to the long-range weapon hits the target like raindrops, but it can only cause little ripples on the barrier.

Even when the orcs exhausted all the ammunition they carried, the thing didn't show any damage.

Such a powerful defense cannot be broken through by non-heavy artillery.

But during the continuous attacks by everyone, the Word Bearers in the room did not take any action, as if they were just watching everyone's behavior quietly.

Do they want to use up our ammunition in this way to gain an advantage in the next battle?

But the orc troops are constantly gathering here, and it will only be beneficial to them if time continues to delay.

Moore was a little confused about the situation for a while.

"They don't plan to fight you, but plan to leave in the teleportation array!"

Lucas's urgent voice came from his ears, like a burst of thunder, waking Moll up.

Finally realizing what had happened, Maul's eyes widened and he looked at the Chief Priest of the Word Bearers in front of him in disbelief.

He never imagined that a person could be so contentious.

"You should feel lucky, young Dark Angel. If I hadn't set up this defensive barrier in advance just in case, I would have come out to kill you at this moment, and then carried your head to see that little Little Jiedushi."

Erebus behind the barrier said with a smile, as if he was grateful that Maul had managed to save his life.

"No, you can't do this, don't run, face me, you coward!"

Maul roared angrily, slamming the power sword on the barrier again and again.

"Facing you? Escape?" Erebus smiled, and the smile on that face was so twisted and terrifying, "We have made so many preparations just to deal with him. Compared with him, , you are just an irrelevant target."

"Lord Erebus? Are you going to abandon us?"

O'Sullivan on the side was stunned when he saw this, because he also saw clearly that the last formation in the room was a large teleportation formation.

Erebus, who had gained strength, did not want to lead the Word Bearers to an extreme comeback and take back their demonic world from the green-skinned army. Instead, he wanted to go directly to the battlefield at the center of the maelstrom to find the Jiedushi Envoy. trouble.

"I have told you many times before, Dark Apostle, compared to executing the will of the dark gods, other things are secondary. You and other brothers have completed your work outstandingly, and the highest heaven will sing its praises Thanks to your sacrifices, even greater achievements will be made."

"But Lord Erebus, Galmykne is our foundation, and there are so many brothers."

O'Sullivan seemed to have lost his soul and spoke hesitantly.

"For the great cause of the Chaos Gods, those are necessary sacrifices. You should be able to understand them."

The answer from the hand of fate was understatement and did not take into account the emotions of the dark apostle.

He only saw the great achievements waving towards him, and his heart was filled with infinite emotion.

Especially when he saw the anxious Dark Angel in front of him, who clearly knew that disaster was about to befall his companions, but could only sit back and watch it happen, looking helpless.

He savored the pain and despair emanating from Mor, and felt extremely happy.

There’s no better appetizer than this before the grand banquet begins.

"No, bastards, you Word Bearers are all cowards, Lorgar's boss, a bunch of puppets who only know how to submit to power!"

Moore cursed loudly, and vulgar words continued to burst out of his mouth.

He saw the dagger on Erebas' waist, a cursed blade capable of killing the Eternal.

He also saw the shadows behind Erebas, which were the four great demons lurking in the darkness.

He must never let this dangerous guy go to Wei Mu's side, and his attack on the barrier is almost crazy.

The same goes for the surrounding green-skinned boys, all of whom are working hard.

At this moment, the magic circle in the room emitted a bright light, shrouding the figures of the Word Bearers.

The Dark Angel outside the door made a desperate sound, because he knew it was too late to stop Erebus.

Immediately afterwards, the light in the room quickly faded, and the psychic barrier at the door ceased to exist.

The orcs rushed into it immediately, but could not find any trace of the enemy.

Carrying his deep malice, the great hand of destiny went to the fateful place that could change the pattern of the galaxy.