Chapter 840 God's Hope

"Orikan!" Trazyn rushed to Orrikan, first wrapped his whole body with a thin layer of stand, and then Trazyn hit Orrikan.

Orrikan did not respond to Trazyn, and the huge spherical detector no longer had the light of the past, as if it was covered with thick dust.

Trazyn treated Orrikan's overheated body urgently. He couldn't understand why the situation had become so bad, but he knew that he still had a king to rely on.

The emergency distress signal passed through a long distance and fell directly into the ears of the Silent King. He looked back at the Milky Way woven by the stars, and after a moment of silence, he ordered the troops to shrink the defense line. He wanted to take a group of dynasty fleets back to see the situation.

The Emperor noticed the abnormality of the Void Dragon. He had fought with this master of technology in ancient times. He imprisoned the Void Dragon under the surface of Mars and formed a dragon guard to guard him.

But now it seems that these loyal dragon guards cannot protect the sarcophagus that seals the void dragon under the trickster's strange ability.

Faced with the restlessness under the ground of Mars, the God Emperor can only draw out some of his strength to provide strength for the dragon guards who guard the void dragon. The star torch on Terra became more dazzling, and this light was directly cast on Mars, which is also in the solar system.

Fortunately, the void dragon was only awakened by the fragments of the truth object. His absolute control over the machine was imprisoned by narrow thinking. The void dragon that escaped from the sarcophagus only used the most clumsy way to show the unparalleled power of the star god.

The liquid mercury-like body formed a plate-like scale that was constantly rippling. The void dragon relied on such a simple method to block the attack of the dragon guards, and relied on the claws made of lightning to tear apart the heavy shackles on his body.

Because of this, the power of the Emperor to suppress the Black Stone Spire became somewhat weak. These Black Stone Spire, which still maintained operation, continued to release powerful energy fluctuations that were enough to strip away the souls of mortals.

The garrisons on hundreds and thousands of planets, including Cadia, suddenly felt weak and nauseous.

The Emperor's face was solemn. He sensed that the Void Dragon was trying to release the ancient stars contained in his body.

The moment hundreds of stars spewed out, the Emperor clenched his fists and tightly squeezed these scorching stars that tried to expand to their normal size. The power of faith of the entire human empire for thousands of years became the Emperor's greatest reliance for compressing the stars. The surging spiritual energy powerfully squeezed the stars into a sphere with a diameter of about ten meters, imprisoning them while preventing them from collapsing and releasing gravitational waves, as if these stars were just a few huge and bright light bulbs.

Of course, the Void Dragon was not the only one who attacked the Emperor. Nurgle picked up the cauldron and poured the old soup made of countless diseases and filth on the Emperor's domain.

Facing the attack of Nurgle, the Emperor did not show any fear. He slammed his fist on the armrest of the throne, and a circle of flames spread out to burn the old soup of Nurgle.

The incompletely burned rancid gas was no different from the poison. These heavy gases sank and then raged throughout the Cadia sector. Planets in serious situations were even covered by the yellow-green stench, and the situation on the surface could not be seen at all.

Sensing the loosening of the Imperial defense, Abaddon also led the Black Legion out of the Eye of Terror and rushed directly to Cadia.

The Imperial Fleet and the Chaos Fleet fought together. These void behemoths that required a lot of time and resources to build quickly disappeared under the fierce artillery fire.

The rain of destruction composed of light spears, macro cannons, and torpedoes was thrown at everyone indiscriminately. A part of the Chaos Fleet passed the defense of the Imperial Fleet, and they did not hesitate to launch airdrop pods full of degraded bodies. These drop pods fell like cannonballs on Cadia and other attacked planets. The pale degenerate bodies wearing bone armor caused considerable trouble to the Imperial forces with their large numbers and fearlessness of life and death.

Tzeentch also contributed a lot to the sudden surge of chaos. With a wave of his hand, he drove many illegal psykers crazy, turning them into unstable rifts where demons emerged in the mutation of uncontrolled psykers.

The Imperial world was burning in chaos. These worlds with extensive management and many contradictions were the best bases for nurturing cults and dissatisfied people.

The fire of rebellion and turmoil ignited in the lower levels of Terra swept to the tops of those towering and huge buildings, and then intensified under the instigation and instigation of the evil gods.

"This is just a small part of the plan." Tzeentch leisurely watched the God Emperor supporting himself under heavy pressure. Another powerful spell was pieced together at his fingertips. The God Emperor could not see what he was going to do.

Tzeentch did not rush to cast spells, but chatted with the God Emperor.

"Do you think the current situation is hopeless?"

"Desperate?" The God-Emperor sneered, and the mockery was clear.

"Without the Subjective, this is indeed a very hopeless battle. Nurgle's power is expanding, and this is not a lie." Tzeentch said objectively, and then looked at the battle between Khorne and Slaanesh, "Even if Slaanesh became your ally, she did not reduce the pressure on you much. Your alliance with her has promoted our alliance, and your cooperation with the Subjective has promoted my cooperation with the Star God. Otherwise, according to the original world line, we should fight each other endlessly, and use a much stronger force to deal with each other than against you."

"Heh. You know the Subjective so well, you should know that your actions are meaningless."

"Meaningless?" Tzeentch screamed exaggeratedly, "Who defines the meaning? You? Or the Subjective?"

Tzeentch continued, "You seem to have forgotten my authority because you are living so smoothly."

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"I am the Lord of Change, the Lord of Tricks, the Lord of Progress, the Lord of Destiny. Among these many names, I have another honorable name that has been forgotten in the years."

The Emperor felt uneasy because of Tzeentch's description, and the words that Tzeentch was going to say next appeared in his mind.

"I am the Lord of Hope. Even if the whole Empire sees you as salvation and hope, you must admit that it is not your authority. After you ascend to the throne of the Ascended God, your authority is only destruction and extinction! The power you accept is just as insignificant as getting your body wet in the ocean. But do you dare to use the power of destruction? You dare not, but I dare to use the power of hope."

Tzeentch slowly unfolded the spell, then he tilted his head and looked at the Emperor and asked softly, "Who do you think defines hope? Is there a possibility that my hope is also hope? What kind of impact will the Lord of Hope's hope have?"

Under the shocked gaze of the God Emperor, Tzeentch completely unfolded the spell. A Gate of Hope unfolded from the conceptual heart of Khorne, and then the Bjetan Ark suddenly drove out of the Gate of Hope. The ship body made of spirit bones has a high degree of perception of the subspace energy. The Gate of Hope was thus contaminated on the Bjetan Ark, giving him the ability to harm Khorne.

The Ark of Bjetan pierced through Khorne's heart and chest like a dagger, spilling endless blood of hatred.

"This is the hope I give to you and to me." Tzeentch laughed a few times, then his body suddenly expanded and exploded in a burst of brilliance.

The Lord of Hope is dead, and the Lord of Despair will have no one to suppress him.

At the same time, in the depths of the warp. The Well of Eternity, which even Tzeentch feared, boiled, and Rocasna was spit out, his body half real and half fake. Carlos had been waiting here for a long time, he bowed his head to Rocasna and saluted respectfully.

"Now, let them fight for hope. Let's go find our hope, the hope that never existed."

Tzeentch gave a meaningful command through Rocasna's body, and then he disappeared, and only the voice of the deceiver's sigh came in the falsehood.

"When I told you this method, I didn't think you would really dare to do it."