paranoianovel Chapter 268 The great rebellion is not over yet, and the ancient prophecies are still being fulfille
Chapter 268 The great rebellion is not over yet, and the ancient prophecies are still being fulfille
Everyone knows that Belisarius Caul's outstanding innovation ability is always reliable and he can always get what you need, but...
Looking carefully at his masterpieces, each one has a template, a precedent, or a relic of the golden age, such as anti-gravity technology, or an improvement of some secret information after the Super Raven Guard project.
What is it about him that makes the world think he is so innovative? Yes, his first and most important work - the Armor of Destiny.
Let people in the stasis position enter the superposition state of life and death, and then act in the real world, which is unheard of and unprecedented.
But, thinking about it on the other hand, what if he wasn't so powerful?
There are thousands of geniuses in the Mechanicus, but why is Belisarius Cawl the one who stands out, thousands of levels above the others?
It all starts to make sense when you assume that the Armor of Destiny isn't that powerful.
What does "Guilliman" need to walk in the world? The body of a primarch, and the memory of a primarch.
According to ancient legends, the decision-making power on the direction of the Great Rebellion lies between the eldest son and the youngest son of the emperor. The rebellion continues, and the eldest son dies, but the youngest son is still alive! Long live Alpharius!
He was the first living saint of the Primarch in history. He walked in the subspace and defeated countless subspace plots against mankind. That day, in the darkest days of the Human Empire, at the end of 41K, Abaddon's tenth Over the course of three expeditions across the galaxy, he foresaw the future of the Imperium of Mankind without him.
That means there is no future.
He stood up, and Alpharius found Belisarius Caul and built the Armor of Destiny and the "Armor-Wearing Square Box." The armor's wearing device, the huge square box, had only one function. Necron teleportation technology.
The Sword of the Crone cut off Guilliman's stasis stance, but it only transferred this stasis stance to a larger stasis stance, and became stagnant along with this stance.
Alpharius ate Guilliman's flesh and blood. Only the original body could digest the original body's memory, but it was still too huge.
The Emperor's youngest son had walked the world for twelve thousand years, and the horrific memories, combined with those of Guilliman, almost overwhelmed him. This is where the Armor of Destiny comes in, it briefly seals his memory as Alpharius.
Alpharius put on makeup and became Guilliman. It was too simple. He could completely transform into Guilliman at the genetic level. The moment he put on the Armor of Destiny and walked through the teleportation rift and the square box was opened, he was the real one. Thinking that he is Guilliman, the master of the Thirteenth Legion who possesses the mind and power of the Primarch.
However, even the Armor of Destiny that Caul worked hard to build could not completely suppress Alpharius's huge memory. Subconsciously, Alpharius's thinking often affected him, which made "Guilliman" very quick in the early stages of resurrection. Accepted the cooperation with the alien race because Alpharius had done it countless times.
In the days that followed, "Guilliman" was often confused, and memory fragments that did not belong to him kept popping up. "Guilliman" always thought it was the bewitchment of Chaos, until that day, he returned to Terra and entered In the palace.
Beneath the Golden Throne, the Emperor met Guilliman.
He said: "Robert Guilliman, Primarch No. 13, Master of Ultramar, Genetic Father of the Ultramarines... A useful tool..."
This sentence can certainly make any Primarch feel heartbroken and sad, but after this sentence, there is another sentence:
"Can you play his role well? Alpharius."
Under the Emperor's surging psychic energy, Alpharius's memory returned. No one knows what they talked about exactly, but after that, the Emperor re-strengthened Alpharius's memory limiter.
Until the appearance of Ms. Euton, strong emotions awakened part of the subconscious, and the sense of loss without a mother has been surrounding the body of "Guilliman".
Giving you a memory of eating a burger when you're hungry and always hungry is completely different from a real burger.
Alpharius wants them all.
He had the life memory of "having his mother take care of him" and he truly had a mother.
Regardless of whether this Euton lady is a clone or not, she is Alpharius's first mother in every sense of the word, and she can never be replaced.
This is the reason why "Guilliman" is so fond of her, this is the reason why he came here despite the blood army, and this is the reason why he stands on the planet Oslossa 24.
Subconsciously, he regarded her as the true mother of the Primarch,
Now, ten thousand years of combat experience emerge from the mind of "Guilliman". His one-on-one combat experience cannot even be matched by Perturabo. The strongest assassin in the world returns.
Alpharius moved quickly, completing the position change before the noisy electronic detection equipment rotated. He knew the enemy's weaknesses at a glance. His attacks were deadly and precise, and he held the Emperor's Holy Sword to supplement his killing ability.
The Emperor's Holy Flame that previously covered the Armor of Destiny now directly covered his body, making him have no defense, but every part of his body could be used as a weapon.
Wrapped in psychic flames, Alpharius seemed completely isolated from the outside world, including the laws of physics, and his speed exceeded the limits of the original body.
Perturabo's huge mecha ignited the Emperor's Holy Flame in five places in an instant.
The black twisted machinery was wailing in pain, and the cables were waving like silver snakes. The black current flowing on them sent out psychic tremors after contacting the holy flames. The weapons on the giant mecha even automatically turned their muzzles to aim and burn. The position of the flame.
The turbulence of dark power intertwined with the sacred flame and disappeared into the real world out of thin air. As a result, the mecha on Perturabo became pitted and had several large holes.
Alpharius could even see the shining silver armor through the hole.
The power of the Lord of the Forge was fading, cables snapped, gears shattered, and levers creaked, but "Guilliman" discovered that the Emperor's power was no longer endless, and the power of the Holy Flame on his body was decreasing.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, the assassin was originally at a disadvantage when facing an enemy wrapped in heavy steel, and now he had to concentrate his strength.
Perturabo has been studying the machinery in the subspace for an unknown length of time. He doesn't even remember how many times he fought, but it is definitely not as many as the original body in front of him. Perturabo is completely overwhelmed by Alpharius's fighting consciousness. Not enough.
The Emperor's Holy Sword struck forward, piercing into the mechanical joint and knocking off a mechanical arm.
Alpharius slashed along the mechanical shaft and connected to the hole just opened. The dark machinery around him was slowly transforming into a gun muzzle, but he took a step faster and walked firmly through the chaotic and squirming machinery. The flames continued to weaken and destroy everything in sight, and he rushed towards Perturabo.
The Iron-Blooded Lord felt the terrifying murderous intent coming, and his self-checking system was almost necrotic. Without his senses, he could only react with the help of the demon's subspace warning.
He escaped from the control cabin of the mecha and faced the direction of the incoming enemy with the sledgehammer filled with cutting fire.
"Boo~" A slight sound spread throughout the mecha, and the gray flesh and blood wrapped in the armor of laws for countless years came to light again. Perturabo had no mouth, and the entire mecha felt his severe pain. This huge twisted mass of strange metal pipes and black gears made a high-frequency cracking sound of mechanical collapse, and instantly enveloped a fifty-mile radius.
The mortal knelt on the ground in pain, his brain shattered and concussed into a ball of paste.
The Gray Knights felt the entire subspace pressing towards them. Every psyker was affected by powerful fluctuations. Similarly, almost all the machines lost their original structure and shattered to pieces.
The entire battlefield fell silent for an instant, with only the sound of artillery fire flying from a distance still making bursts of sound.
Perturabo's body trembled, Alpharius' sword almost penetrated his body, and endless pain and fear of death rushed toward him.
Alpharius secretly thought that it was a pity that breaking through the heavy steel consumed too much fire. The current attack could only defeat his physical body and could not traumatize his soul.
Perturabo's flesh and blood touched the tip of the holy sword, and the blood of the Warp Demon was stained on the holy object. Alpharius stirred the sword, inserting the deadly weapon deeper and breaking more flesh and blood.
"Die, with your fragile fragments, the traitor's future is only death."
Perturabo's life was like a candle in the wind, and he could no longer maintain his body in the real world.
King of Assassins fights with only one hit, one kill.
The subspace struggle between Tzeentch and the Emperor intensified. The ethereal and chaotic world was filled with turbulence of various powerful spiritual energies, concentrated in the subspace corresponding to the Oslotha 24 system. Those damaged warships that had to make emergency jumps to evacuate were almost suffered a devastating blow.
Tzeentch had a slight advantage because Magnus was there to help him.
In the distance, Vashtor no longer has to maintain the subspace rift torn open by the Tyrant Star. The rift has reached a balance between expanding and being healed by the barrier of reality. At this size, he only needs to use a small amount of power. Can be maintained.
He jumped into the Tyrant Star. This huge mechanical planet cracked a passage. The terrifying forts around it were as docile as kittens. He reached the edge of the soul core that had already shrunk by a large circle. There were dark Mechanic Cults one after another. The contributed spiritual energy was drawn and injected into Perturabo's Mechanical Throne.
The power of darkness surged instantly, and everything was as expected by the great Lord of Changes. Perturabo was hit hard, and now it was the other one's turn to be beaten.
Tzeentch shielded a large amount of Vash'tor's power into the real world, wrapped in a severely damaged mech.
The broken metal healed instantly, the blade became extremely sharp, and a muzzle and barrel suddenly grew out of the smooth armor plate...
Alpharius felt something was wrong, and retreated quickly, trying to jump out of the mecha along the broken hole.
Sharp blades shot out from the cave wall, and flying needles containing spiritual power formed a dense blockade network. Even Alpharius could not escape from such dense firepower.
Blood stained his skin, and Guilliman's face was covered with scratches. The blade wiped across his fiery chest and broad shoulders, cutting off several pieces of flesh.
A bloody man flew out of the big hole. The original body's powerful recovery ability was contending with the aftermath of the psychic attack. The blood did not stop and the injuries continued to spread.
But Guilliman laughed loudly.
"Perturabo, I said, you don't deserve it...cough~~" Alpharius didn't finish his sentence, but the flaming hammer he waved in his hand collided with the Emperor's Holy Sword, as if provocative.
He recaptured Vulkan's masterpiece, the Cutting Fire.
More machines wrapped around Perturabo, and the mechas were constantly growing, like the squirming flesh of the Tyranids. After analyzing the opponent, they were changing themselves and creating weapons that were most suitable for dealing with the enemy.
Perturabo was severely injured, and now he is completely crazy. The metal loudspeaker "condensed" into his mouth shouted "I am the strongest war commander!" "I am the master of steel."... ....
He dragged his remaining body and frantically urged the mecha, trampling towards "Guilliman".
The Iron-Blooded Lord did not realize that the person in front of him was Alpharius. He only saw the raging fire suddenly enveloping "Guilliman", and then the enemy's combat power surged.
The false emperor took action, he knew this.
After that "brother's roar", Perturabo thought it was the Emperor who had inserted the soul fragment of a brother into Guilliman.
Who is it? Archangel? Leman Russ? Dorn?
When he thought of Dorne, Perturabo's spirit went completely crazy. His subconscious controlled the machinery randomly, just like letting himself go and embracing the essence of subspace, simulating its essence with steel.
But just when this unpredictable mass of steel was about to take complete shape, the power of Warp Chaos emerged from the void, instantly destroying Perturabo's madness.
From the moment he became a demon, he could no longer embrace his subspace nature and became nothing more than a slave of the subspace.
The kind he despised the most, slaves.
The Iron-Blooded Lord regained consciousness and regained control of this bloated mechanical monster. Artillery fire once again covered Alpharius. The emperor's power faded and Vash'Tor's full intervention caused him to be severely damaged in an instant.
The shell penetrated his shoulder, and his chest was scorched black by the arc cannon. A three-meter-long steel needle penetrated his ankle and nailed it to the ground. The steel needle twisted along with the trend, trying to change. The iron rope completely restrained Alpharius.
The Emperor's Holy Sword kept waving, and the flames above it became less and less. Alpharius was worried. In a blink of an eye, the cutting fire was still the same, but the sledgehammer was too bulky and it was difficult to hold it with one hand to launch an offensive.
At this moment, there was a brief hesitation in his heart, and a blasphemous idea appeared in his mind. Insert the crystal handle of the Cutting Fire on the Emperor's Holy Sword, and use its flame to strengthen the sword. The addition of the crystal handle will make The weapon grew longer, turning into a spear.
As he hesitated, black flames engulfed him.
The furnace fire of the Forge Lord suddenly burst out from a subspace crack in the machine body, rushed out along the flamethrower's accelerating tube, and jumped to kiss Alpharius.
Vashtor has an idea. Every evil god has a primarch. So if he wants to be promoted to a great evil god, does he also have to have a primarch younger brother?
Perturabo was a good choice, but he hedged his bets and tried to corrupt Alpharius as well.
Alpharius howled, and the impact of countless soul flames carried hundreds of millions of soul wails into his mind, surging in the lake of his heart and setting off huge waves.
An unspeakable anger, an anger that seemed to be materialized, almost produced an earthquake-like effect in the entire subspace. Above the cold sun - the Emperor's subspace projection, flames headed towards Oslotha 24 like a tsunami. The subspace attacks.
The Lord of the Sixth Lao Liu, ah no, the Lord of All Changes instantly drained away his power, and the emperor's psychic energy that lost its hindrance was like a giant dragon, opening its bloody mouth and biting the energy connected to Vashtor and the Mechanical Throne. column.
The collision of two huge forces caused a scene of earth-shattering destruction. The void shields of almost all the warships present were paralyzed. The psykers held their heads in pain and rolled continuously on the ground.
Especially the Think Tanks who were close to the battlefield of the two Primarchs fell to the ground for the second time. The victorious soldiers felt weak and mentally exhausted, and the Iron Warriors even "fell to the ground and fell asleep".
The mechanical armor wrapped around Perturabo instantly fell apart and shattered into pieces finer than wind sand.
Only half of the Armor of Law was left, hanging down on Perturabo's body. The gray skin was covered with ink-colored blood and mechanical round hole interfaces that emitted electric sparks.
He walked step by step.
He walked towards Alpharius who fell to the ground, his whole body burned by the soul fire.
The slightly rising chest showed that the loyal Primarch was still alive, but Perturabo couldn't see it. His face had been destroyed by the Emperor, and only the last bird servant remained, scanning everything in front of him intermittently.
He picked up the Cutting Fire. The sledgehammer on it had been shattered by the cannon attack, leaving only a crystal handle.
Perturabo bent down and picked up the artifact, preparing to use this crystal pole to send his brother on his final journey.
The machinery rotated, making a harsh friction sound. Wind and sand poured in from the gaps in the armor. The sound of sand extinguishing was added to the rotation of the gears. The strong wind rotated in the damaged body, and he staggered out of the armor filled with the smell of engine oil, steam and gunpowder. , the wind is also howling.
The strong wind carried away the ashes of the Mechanical Throne, and a bright diamond sparkled in the wind and sand.
"Warning, high energy response, police...high..."
Perturabo did not react. A subspace rift suddenly appeared behind him, and a thick psychic attack came out of it. Light beams of various attributes bombarded Perturabo's remains.
Fire dragons dance in the sky, wind dragons roam the world, and spiritual spells fly out from the cracks.
The diamond burst out with noble and brilliant light at this moment, floating high in the air, and the spiritual spells were like nine dragons playing with beads, constantly circling and rolling around it.
The wind dragon flicked its tail and hit Perturabo's body hard, pouring in from the gaps in the armor and strangling his remains.
"Hello, Perturabo, I haven't seen you for a long time. Goodbye. I don't want to see you now." Magnus's words came from the other end of the subspace rift and were sent directly to Perturabo on the soul level. in the "ear".
The body of the Iron-Blooded Lord shattered, and like thousands of great demons, the subspace led him back to the chaotic and disorderly world.
The light of the subspace will reshape his body, but the price is heavy. The original body, who is burdened with steel and has always rejected the blessings of the subspace, may never be seen again. The next time he appears, it may be the same as all demonic engines. Out comes a neuropathogen forever trapped in a machine and roaring.
Tzeentch's power was invested here, no longer fighting the Emperor, but withdrawing to let Vashtor take a beating.
Magnus's bright red body was slowly getting smaller, and he was gradually able to cross the gap. The nine dragons flying in the sky all bit the diamond floating directly above Alpharius at the last moment.
A nine-dragon cage unfolded, and the dragon's tail was gradually falling towards the ground. The Emperor's perception of "Guilliman" was getting weaker and weaker.
"I really didn't expect it. I really thought that the old-fashioned Guilliman was resurrected." Tzeentch obviously did not tell Magnus the news about Alpharius, causing the original body who knew nothing except psychic powers to remain silent. It is believed that the person to be captured this time is the real master of the Thirteenth Legion.
The dragon's tail was inserted into the ground. Soon, the nine dragon tails could meet underground, a cage was formed, and the original body was captured into the realm of Tzeentch.
Praise the Lord of change! Praise the God of Destiny! Praise...huh?
Magnus's smile disappeared, and the frivolous words were suppressed in his mouth. He hurriedly stepped forward, trying to break out of the subspace rift.
The nine dragons were shattering, and the diamond fell to the ground, hitting Alpharius's face hard, breaking open a piece of burnt skin.
Magnus almost gritted his teeth and shouted at the closing rift: "What the hell! What the hell are you!"
The sound gradually became inaudible, and then completely disappeared into the real world. Where the rift in subspace originally opened, a "meteor" suddenly hit the ground with a fire caused by violent friction with the atmosphere.
"For the Emperor! The remaining troops rally to me!"
Yifeng stepped out of the airdrop silo and was surrounded by dozens of untouchable bones. His super ability to stabilize reality turned the subspace corresponding to this area into a psychic black hole.
The moment he landed, the ground-based communication equipment connected with him. He flicked the Necron's cross sword, drawing a beautiful sword flower in the air, and looked around.
There was nothing in front of him, the Mechanical Throne turned into wind and sand, Perturabo returned to the subspace, and there was only a charred "corpse" in front of him.
Yifeng stepped forward, wanting to see the cause of his death and preparing for the subsequent battle.
The powerful anti-psionic power approached, absorbing the howls of countless creatures, and the residual waves of souls that were running around in Alpharius's mind finally slowly dissipated.
When Yifeng stood next to the original body, he woke up. He had never felt such pain, and he had never felt such relief.
He opened his mouth and said in the softest voice: "The Alpha Legion... is always loyal."