Chapter 850: Soul of the Mechanic Priest

All of Angron's senses told him that the amorphous scarlet was Khorne, who was driving him like a slave master.

The entire space was boiling and surging because of Khorne's arrival. Many black cubes gave up responding to the endless mechanical sounds in the galaxy and turned to repair the gaps created by Khorne's forced breakthrough of the shell.

"He is my slave. Void Dragon. If you want to take him away, you must defeat me first." Khorne roared, which also allowed Angron to know that the master of this space was the Void Dragon, even though he didn't know what the Void Dragon meant.

"You ridiculous urchin."

The Void Dragon didn't care about Khorne's threat. It generated many black stone spires out of thin air. The energy waves released by the spires pushed back Khorne's ferocious power bit by bit.

When the Void Dragon and Khorne were wrestling, a strong and cold voice sounded in Angron's ears.

Angron was familiar with this voice. He hated the owner of this voice for more than ten thousand years. Even if he was crushed to ashes, he would never forget the curse imposed on him by this person.

The Emperor, or more accurately, the God-Emperor who descended here through the gap torn by Khorne.

Angron struggled to avoid it, trying to use his will to forcibly block the spreading and diffusing golden light, but he could only watch with resentment and despair as the golden light squeezed his consciousness to the edge.

Angron stared at the hazy golden figure, clenching his teeth and saying nothing.

The God-Emperor also looked at Angron, but he did not mean to explain anything. He just quietly blocked the influence of the Butcher's Nail on Angron and imposed it on himself.

The pervasive pain, the distortion and degradation of perception. It was indeed as painful as Angron said, even worse than that.

But it was just like that. It was ordinary, nothing special, and it was nothing compared to slowly decaying in the Throne of the Ascended God and watching the entire empire fall into the abyss.

But Angron, who was controlled by anger and hatred, did not notice this small detail.

The sudden appearance of the power of the Emperor in the space made the Void Dragon a little panicked. He found his weakness in the previous wrestling with Khorne, so he put most of his power on Angron, who was possessed by the Emperor.

The golden flames were released with Angron as the center and collided with the omnipresent conceptual power of the Void Dragon. The tsunami of lightning and metal was burning in the flames, leaving no debris.

The Void Dragon was upset about his mistake, but he was more curious about how Angron bypassed the many seals and security facilities to come to the core of his conceptual power.

Although this guy, called the Primarch by the people of the Empire, did have his own special characteristics, he did not deviate from the category of lower creatures.

It's really weird.

The flames of the God Emperor were destroying the defenses woven by the Void Dragon inch by inch. In order to delay time, the Void Dragon had to weave the digital streams that were closely related to the imperial soldiers and civilians into a wall to prevent the spread of the flames.

The God Emperor hesitated. He didn't want to send countless soldiers and civilians in the war zone into a dilemma without guns.

However, the defense laid by the Void Dragon did not leave the God Emperor helpless. He made a long needle of flame and threw it at the digital wall.

The long needle of flame penetrated the wall and created a hole. The God Emperor carefully controlled the flame to pass through the needle-sized hole.

"Don't you care about the demise of an entire legion!" The Void Dragon was amazed. The damage to this needle hole meant that thousands of chariots and countless guns were ineffective.

The God Emperor did not respond to the Void Dragon's question. He just destroyed the weapons of the Armageddon Legion. Even without the support of the imperial weapons, they could still use the weapons of the orcs to complete the battle.

The Emperor closed his eyes and sensed Yarick's position. He was using the orcs' Waaagh position to restart the Arrogant Fortress super-heavy tank.

Faced with the Emperor's new round of offensive, the Void Dragon did not panic. He had not wasted the long years he was sealed underground on Mars. He made full preparations to deal with the Emperor's psychic power.

With a thought, the eight-pointed stars made of human limbs became active. Each limb was a proof of the Mechanicus priests' piety to the God of Machines. After they transformed this part of the limbs with machinery, it meant that part of their souls belonged to the Void Dragon.

These fragmented souls nourished the Void Dragon, so that he would not lose the will for revenge in the sealed void.

The Mechanicus was the product of a compromise between the Emperor and the Void Dragon. After the Emperor confirmed that he could not destroy the Void Dragon and should not destroy the Void Dragon, he needed an organization to preserve knowledge after the collapse of human civilization, and rely on the characteristics of the Void Dragon to fight against the interference and corrosion of the subspace.

But everything has a price. When the Emperor sealed the Void Dragon on Mars to seize his power to fight against Chaos, the Void Dragon also constantly sent dreams to the people of Mars to enhance his influence.

However, dreams are dreams after all. The problems that have troubled the Martian Mechanicus for a long time finally got the wrong answer in the advent of the Emperor.

This damn old bacon relied on his longer knowledge than the Mechanicus sages and an unnatural planetary rainfall to gain the loyalty of the Mechanicus.

Those souls should have belonged to me! Instead of being taken away by the greedy claws of the Emperor!

The more the Void Dragon thought about it, the angrier it became. The sealed and exploited anger condensed into bright stars one after another. He sent these stars into the rotating octagon of the stump, and a wave of subspace energy without an established ownership blew away the flames of the God-Emperor.

Hundreds of billions and trillions of transformed Mechanicus priests. Even those clumsy slaves who had their brains removed and their limbs cut off were tools for the Void Dragon to borrow the power of the subspace.

Void Dragon, God-Emperor, Khorne.

The three divine powers converged and intertwined here, and the light and sparks that burst out shocked Angron. He had never been so clearly aware that the power of the God-Emperor had become so powerful.

But the God-Emperor did not feel complacent because he temporarily suppressed the Void Dragon. The situation of the entire empire was not optimistic. The decline of the three powers of Khorne, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch led to the great power of Nurgle being suppressed by no one. This bloated dead fat man was pouring his loving and sick gifts on countless worlds.

I must hurry. Hurry up. I must stop Nurgle's actions before the number of plague zombies exceeds that of the living.

"I'm sorry."

The voice of the Emperor echoed in Angron's body like a storm, and then Angron felt that his soul, which was weaker than the Emperor's, was burning. This pain made him hate the Emperor even more.