Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 418: Make a choice and be smitten

The enchanted warriors following the power of chaos roared and tried to tear everything apart with their sharp claws, but when they were bathed in the "holy light", their bodies began to collapse.

“Puka, Puka…”

Even kill two with one strike.

Just as Lin Heng was about to kill, a corpse twisted like a pretzel fell beside him. The Shadow Prophet, a master of psychic powers, who was able to fight against the mutated You Run in Comoros, was now killed on the spot in a multi-on-one battle.

Under the broken silver mirror mask was an eye without any luster. Lin Heng inserted his fingers into it, using his spiritual power to crush the still living brain, sucking out as much knowledge as possible from the other's mind.

Sucking the spells in my head, sucking the history of the Eldar, or half of Ahriman's face...

The demon hunters wanted to move forward, but Lin Heng left the battlefield in a flash, and the space gate opened directly in the light-polluted area.

"Ahriman!!!"

There was a loud roar, and Lin Heng spun out from the air, with the knife and sword in his hands cutting through the air with sharp buzzing sounds.

Ahriman, who was still at ease despite the attacks of many clowns, was not frightened by Lin Heng's appearance. His mouth under the half mask only opened slightly, and a translucent sword engraved with unknown words flew out from it.

Lin Heng thought it was some kind of illusory sword blade, and was ready to break all the magic with one force. However, the moment the blades made contact, the transparent sword was no longer transparent, and then there was a silence like that before a nuclear explosion.

When Lin Heng was in the air, he finally understood the origin of the sword, the mysterious words that Taraxin had mentioned, the terrible weapon called "Dark Words".

Some kind of secret method was activated again, and a silent but deafening word resounded in everyone's mind. When Lin Heng's vision was no longer blurred, the clowns around him who wanted to get up could only become part of his food.

"I need energy."

Outside the devastated battlefield, Ahriman's figure has arrived in front of the stage. Those clowns are struggling to stop the opponent at the cost of their lives, but the gap in strength cannot be made up by numbers.

Those troupe leaders who played the role of the God of Laughter couldn't stop it, so how much waves could this group of ordinary soldiers make?

The visor was shattered, the jaw was melted, and some kind of secret message appeared on the power armor. What was more worrying was that Ahriman had accepted the power of Chaos.

Tentacles grew on the armor, a gloomy and dark halo emerged from behind it, evil energy distorted the space around it, and inhuman power surged and expanded on its inhuman body.

The sublime incarnations soared into the sky, playing the role of the God of Laughter, and kept emitting strange laughter of "Eeheehee", while the power long swords in their hands called Harlequin Blades glowed.

Also glowing was the Scepter of Thorns that Ahriman had taken out after tearing through space. Layers of halo were contained within it, as if it had absorbed some kind of power and was constantly increasing its power.

When 16 halos are added in a short period of time, the 16-fold "Psychic Smash" will shine as it should.

As the being who plays the role of the God of Laughter, the Sublime Incarnation is the uncrowned king of the troupe. With the bonus of the God of Laughter's luck, if he is pulled out alone, he will not stop easily without slaughtering two or three companies of Astartes.

But now, the most powerful beings under the gods have gathered together, and the impact of the collision of their weapons has triggered a horrific nuclear explosion.

The explosion sent the two flying, or perhaps Ahriman used the force of the explosion to ride the wind and fly away, constantly releasing distorted power during the flight, trying to block the influence of those Eldar psykers.

The Eldar would also be shielded, and the One who played the role of the evil god of the Warp, the great enemy who destroyed the Eldar Empire, and the incarnation of corruption broke through Ahriman's barrier.

The power of gods can only be countered by gods. The gorgeous purple and the quiet blue collided with each other. The two sides fought back and forth in the air, with blades and spiritual energy wandering on each other's body surface.

It feels like rubbing, like caressing, like touching, like scratching, like tearing, like crushing, like cutting, like decomposing, like annihilation.

"Oh!"

Ahriman slapped the opponent, and Unicorn shot Ahriman in the same way. One fell to the ground with blood splattering, and the other flew into the air with blood splattering.

More Harlequins followed, their crystal-like holographic costumes making their ascent to the sky look magnificent, but Ahriman was in no mood to appreciate the sight of death.

The Son of Hydra had disappeared, the Word Bearers were also being hunted down, and his brothers... were now scattered all over the ground, turning into handfuls of flying yellow sand.

"Time is running out..."

Ahriman released the scepter in his hand and let it spin freely in front of him, then he touched his abdomen with both hands. A strange syllable "clicked" sounded, and then the evil life let out a dull howl from his abdomen.

"Puff puff!"

The twisted tentacles burst his abdominal cavity and tore apart his power armor. Dozens of them, hundreds of meters long, kept changing and growing. They extended, smashed, swung, crushed, were bombarded, shattered, and died.

Ahriman howled in pain, stimulating his psychic energy to bring the demon here. The sea anemone demon that occupied thousands of square meters began to overturn the sea and destroy everything in sight.

Seeing the clowns being stopped, Ahriman, with an empty stomach and a bloody hole in it, immediately rushed to the center of the stage. Everything came to fruition and everything was settled.

No one stopped him, no one could stop him. The magnificent crystal book had been fully opened, and it seemed that the treasures of the elves were also infected by his indomitable spirit.

The pages of the book slowly turned, revealing the answers in the book for the other party's arrival. There were no words on the crystal clear but non-reflective pages, but Ahriman saw two familiar figures on them.

No...actually it was one, because the person in that scene from beginning to end was Lin Heng alone...

"Ahriman!"

The silence was broken by the roar, and Lin Heng finally arrived with a sword in hand. Ahriman closed the Crystal Book and looked towards the deep dome in the library. He seemed to have understood the crux of the problem.

There are so many books in the Black Library, and those placed on the bookshelves are nothing more than historical texts. The real treasures are only kept in unknown areas or in the hands of eternal and immortal beings.

Therefore, gods are immortal and the Eldar are indestructible. The most precious thing in the Black Library is actually the god who runs through the entire history of the Eldar and the founder of the Black Library.

"Xi Gaoqi! Is this the decision I need to make!!!"

Ahriman shouted the god's nickname to the dome, but even if it was not his real name, the connection behind it was not something he could resist.

Blood gushed out of his already rotten mouth. He turned his head to look at the moon. His hands, which were crystallized by the surging spiritual energy, grabbed Lin Heng's hand and chopped him down again. The elf blade was completely clamped, but the black stone finally sank into his flesh.

Blood foam spurted from Ahriman's mouth, and the tentacles on his body shot out like steel needles. With a "puff" sound, four of the nine tentacles were blocked by the "holy power", and the remaining five pierced through Lin Heng's body.

"I just want to know the spell to make up for my mistakes. I just want my brothers to return! As long as you give me the ritual of recovery, I am willing to sacrifice my life for you. I can be your slave and my soul can belong to you! But why! Why!"

Ahriman screamed hysterically, pushing Lin Heng to plow a bloody gully on the ground. Unlike the devil's invasion, Ahriman's spiritual invasion was more terrifying. The sea-like spiritual energy set off a huge wave in Lin Heng's spiritual sea. The other party wanted to strangle his soul at this moment.

"whee..."

Although it was just a faint strange laugh, it seemed to contain endless sadness, and even the hard-hearted Space Marines were affected for a moment.

It seemed that everyone was remembering some sad past, and the memories even included the day when the empire almost collapsed...

The twisted storm finally disappeared from Lin Heng's mind, and Ahriman's scream also disappeared at this moment.

The Black Library finally escaped from the chaos. The demon that had stirred up the world disappeared with that strange laugh. Peace came to this place again, and the broken books began to recover gradually under a pair of invisible hands.

The pain in Lin Heng's body began to disappear, and the twisted and mutated existence slowly let go of him, and then focused its gaze on the dome again.

'Ahriman, I gave you a chance. I told you why when you first broke into the Black Library.

But now, you are getting deeper and deeper into it. Can't you realize what kind of existence is behind all this?

You have a tragic fate. As one of the few Alpha-class psykers, you cannot see the truth of your self-imposed responsibility, you pathetic fool.'

"I can see my own path clearly!"

'Then do you see clearly the death today?'

"I just want to make up for my mistakes..."

'It's a pity that there is no chance...'

“I made my choice.”

They asked and answered each other, and Lin Heng also wanted to join in, but besides himself, there were two other forces in his body that were constantly suppressing him, one from Ahriman, and the other from the Laughing God on the dome.

This situation made him realize that he was trapped in a certain outcome. Perhaps this was a watershed, a fork in the road of fate, a decision point where he could not make a choice.

"Another part of the plan..."

Lin Heng infused his spiritual energy into the three symbols. Since everyone was using the power of God, why couldn't he ignite his life once again?

Ahriman's gaze shifted to Lin Heng standing beside him, and an unpleasant, sarcastic laugh came from above the dome.

The next moment, witnessed by many clowns, the three parties began their confrontation. The clowns immediately prepared for defense, and they were nervous about the disaster that was about to break out.

However, the awakening of the guardian god made them feel at ease, because the god is the god!

"Oh!"

Lin Heng and the God of Laughter teamed up to attack Ahriman. Three beams of light collided in the air, and the gorgeous fireworks forced the clowns to look sideways.

In the collision between up and down, the light and shadow belonging to Ahriman was sandwiched in the middle of both sides, or perhaps it was his own choice.

Because during the collision, Lin Heng saw the other party's deep and tired eyes under the melted mask, and the other party seemed to want to say something.

Ahriman stopped releasing his psychic energy to defend himself, and instead sighed and accepted his fate.

Seeing that Ahriman seemed to be seeking death, Lin Heng immediately stopped and prepared for any weird moves from the other party, but he didn't have time to stop as Ahriman exploded first.

In an instant, his flesh and blood body turned to ashes, and only nine soul fragments flew into the sky.

Perhaps the Laughing God did not expect the other party to escape, and his spiritual pressure directly collided with Lin Heng. Amidst the roar, Lin Heng fell to the ground with a "bang".

And at this turning point, a hand with vast starlight stretched out from the dome and directly grabbed the nine soul fragments that wanted to escape.

Five were fastened, three escaped, and the last one fell to the ground when Lin Heng flew backwards. After a burst of dark phantom light, Lin Heng saw the soul of Ahriman in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Damn it, come on, let's see who has the hardest soul!"

Lin Heng roared, his anger and desire to fight going hand in hand, but at this moment, Ahriman, who looked like a modest gentleman, actually showed a sad and bitter smile.

"I've said before that I would give my life to bring my brothers back. Your fate is complicated and the most turbulent I've ever seen."

As the person with the greatest psychic powers, does the Laughing God really think that I can't see my helplessness... God... God... How could I not know the nature of God?

But I can't escape from this quagmire, and I have no way to escape. The shadow of the Highest Heaven has always shrouded me, and I understand that everything is a false image.

So, I see the real opportunity, it's you, Lin Heng, help me.'

The development of a series of recent events has somewhat exceeded Lin Heng's imagination, as if someone pressed the speed-up button, speeding up the entire star field.

The changes in power, the transformation of characters, the evolution of events, and the influence of the evil god are becoming more and more clearly visible at this moment.

"What the hell are you doing? What the hell do you want?"

Ahriman held up three fingers and said:

"I made three divinations. The first answer points to the Crystal Book, the second answer points to you, and the third answer points to myself.

Although I am extremely strong, my destiny is not in my own hands. I need a variable, and that is you.

I said before that I am willing to sacrifice my life to make up for my mistake. After all, I am too ashamed to face my brothers. Do you think I threw out the scepter that is parasitic on the devil without letting the God of Laughter notice?

The scepter is only to wake you up, and the Laughing God, it is not me who is waiting, but you.

Because I know the plans of the Laughing God, because I have felt the power of the unborn God of Death, I know what He is planning.'

"what?"

Lin Heng panted, he was really confused, the one who wanted to kill him didn't kill him, but offered his soul with his own hands. He thought he wanted to bring Ahriman to kill him, but the real purpose was him.

"What on earth is going on..."

Ahriman smiled slightly, somewhat relieved and said:

"Then let me tell you about it, ha ha ha ha, after all, I am already a dead man."

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