mtl008 Chapter 417: Returning from the Divine Power
Chapter 417: Returning from the Divine Power
Everyone gathered every five minutes and passed the books they had collected to each other. However, Ahriman, who could understand the Eldar language, was not happy. Although the ancient books carried the lingering charm of history, the things recorded in them were really just ordinary history.
They carefully avoided the buffoons who were steeped in past history, but all they got were some romance novels for after-dinner conversation, which was not what Ahriman needed.
What he wanted was a law that could make up for his mistakes, a spell that could save the brothers he had harmed, not this boring garbage.
His emotions burned silently in a dark corner, and there was a voice in his heart urging him to change the status quo, but now was not the time to fight.
Harlequins are different from the other types of Eldar. The Ark Eldar have soul stones to protect them, so that their souls will not be devoured by the evil gods of the Warp when they die. The Dark Eldar rely on replenishing their souls with souls, and they will fall into the abyss if they are not careful.
As for the Harlequins, this group of colorful beings are actually guarded by the gods themselves, and the gods’ power protects their souls from being contaminated by another evil god.
Once Ahriman takes action, if one person escapes or a soul is destroyed, the endless dragon will turn its attention to this place, and his plan will be ruined...the gods cannot resist.
"What should we do?" Erebas asked quickly using sign language.
Ahriman raised his hand to signal for silence, and became increasingly annoyed as he looked at the piles of books around him. Nothing ventured, nothing gained; he would not get anything valuable just by groping around the periphery.
What's more, he had previously broken into the Black Library and caused extensive damage, which also resulted in changes to the display methods within the library.
Now he could only think of one method, but it would probably only be effective for ten minutes. The Harlequin Troupe's mobility was unmatched among the Eldar, and with their own personal webways, they would face enemies that were dozens of times their number within ten minutes.
Besides... God knows whether their guardian god will arrive, the laughing god who wears a mask and never reveals his true face...
"What should we do next?" Erebas continued to sign in language.
He nervously looked at the clowns through the gaps. The spliced polymer fabric on their bodies was mottled and weird, which made him feel unhappy.
They have to wear masks even in their own territory. This exclusive nature of their identity makes him resentful. He thinks clowns are just a group of dumb people who pretend to know what they don't.
"Do it."
Before Ahriman finished speaking, he had already put his hands together, pinched the mantra 'divination three tests' and activated it instantly. The rolling spiritual energy blew away the piled up books, and blew a whistling sound between the bookshelves.
"Fuck! Now?"
Even so, Erebas did not dare to make any sound and continued to use sign language, but his gestures were a little more exaggerated.
He didn't know why Ahriman suddenly gave up the safe way and directly adopted force to solve the problem. Perhaps only Ahriman who was floating in the air would know the answer.
With his psychic eyes, he could see through illusions and got three answers as he ascended into the air. His body trembled, his spiritual energy ran wild, and he knew the answers to the questions.
'Everyone, head to the center of the library. There is only one goal: the crystal book on the obsidian pedestal. Action!'
With a flash, Ahriman in the air disappeared. Erebus exchanged a glance with the others and immediately loaded the grenade launcher in his hand. Ahriman's move basically told the other party that someone had broken in, and now it was only a matter of time before everyone knew about it.
"Fuck him, under the protection of the great Del Dark Gods, I will offer all the good things they make to me with both hands!"
Erebus pulled the trigger, and the roaring bullet pierced through the books, hitting the clown who was crossing the bookshelf. The broken flesh and blood splattered between the pages, blowing these ancient books left and right.
The clowns wailed, hating the destruction of the history they had guarded. The Black Library began to tremble, as if it was also mourning the death of the warriors.
Several balls of light suddenly exploded above the library. The colorful light and shadow indicated the crisis of the situation. The clowns who were immersed in the sad history immediately took action.
The roar of hundreds of grenade launchers shattered the peace in the library. The fragile papers were torn into pieces by the metal and turned into ashes under the flames of the explosion.
Although the clowns had smiles on their masks, anger was already gushing out from their hearts. As they tumbled in the air, they punched forward with their right fists.
The Harlequin Kiss on his arm immediately ejected a stream of pure white, dense monofilaments, which flew a hundred meters and hit the Thousand Sons. The solid power armor was as thin as paper under the monomolecular weapon, and it was easily pierced through like cutting iron into mud.
The clown stepped on the bookshelf, turned in the air and swung the silk threads on his wrists, causing the vibrations to spread into his body, and the silk threads opened and cut the inside of his body.
But there was no flesh and blood in the opponent's body. Only yellow sand was brought out by the silk net. The roar of the bombs never stopped. More and more books were pierced, and more and more pages were stained with blood.
"Advance quickly!"
Erebus strode forward, thanking Ahriman for not throwing away the other gifts from the evil gods on him. At least those defensive force fields could make up for the shortcomings in his battle record.
His skull pendant, his hand bone instrument, his heart bomb...his demon scepter.
Erebus' eyes widened as the scepter brushed against his forehead and crashed into the bookshelf. The thing had clearly been thrown out of the Webway by Ahriman, so how could it return to the Black Library? He must be able to feel the demon soul in it.
"Stealing 'home'!"
The roar mixed with psychic energy made him understand the mutation of Ahriman's plan and why this guy could break through the limitations of the red hole... He silently stared at the place where the scepter disappeared, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.
The wind and clouds were surging, there were detonations, hurricanes, lightning, fireballs, screams, explosions, distortions, chaos, and even the power of mutation. Lin Heng chewed his teeth and vowed to make Ahriman's plan fail.
His actions undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. The excitement at this moment attracted silent gazes, and the pantomime actors immediately rushed out from between the bookshelves, flying up and down like apes in the forest.
Beneath their unchanging masked smiles, Ahriman sensed their fluctuating hearts. Those smiles on the masks seemed so awkward to him. He would think it would be nice if they could stay on their faces forever.
No one could stop him from completing his mission! Even if there were dozens of single-person webways that opened out of thin air, or even if there were unicorns flying out of them, no matter who, what, or what the situation, he would move forward without hesitation!
In the corners of the Milky Way, on those remote planets, humans who have never left their planets in their entire lives are talking with great relish about the tall, thin weirdos in strange costumes in front of them.
Watching them perform inexplicable stage plays, it seemed like death, or rebirth. It was too difficult for them to understand. They only knew that they were a group of weird bards and were the topic of their after-dinner conversation.
On the stage, the monologue shook off the clown actors with an exaggerated posture, pulled out a sharp knife and stabbed it into the chest of the incarnation of the sublime with outstretched arms.
"Oh!"
The women screamed and the men gasped, but the imagined performance did not occur. The sharp knife hovered in front of the chest, and the unicorn and the incarnation of the sublime stared at each other for a long time.
The rest of the actors in the troupe also stopped at this moment. They all looked up at the sky, then turned around and jumped at the same time. Dazzling halos flashed out, earning screams from the farmers.
And when those who have gone through the fire ring have truly disappeared, men and women, young and old, will be silent for a moment and then burst into screams, while those clown actors who have disappeared will face real death.
The battle was about to break out, with psychic power, explosive bombs, star darts, swords, "ding ding dang bang bang bang bang", and several heads of large theater troupes turned into colorful lights, illuminating all directions like glass lamps.
The Sublime Incarnation, the One-Horned Man, the Shadow Prophet, the Troupe Leader, all the high-end combat forces rushed over, and the personnel of each major troupe filled the corridors between the bookshelves.
They came from the Imperial world, from the home world of the Tau, from the Craft world, and from any sentient creature, leaving behind a legend that would only be answered a hundred years later.
The Black Library has been hacked.
There was a loud bang, and a blue ball of light illuminated the surroundings. Ninety-nine psychic clones rushed into the sky, passing through the encirclement of the clowns amidst the hail of bullets.
Whenever a clone died, the psychic energy within it would suddenly run wild, and the surging lightning was like a sea of thunder. The frantic Ahriman completely released his psychic power. After the evil spell, there was another evil spell, and the psychic skills he displayed were unheard of even by the Eldar.
The biochemical system continuously strengthened his body, 'Physical Excitement' eliminated his fatigue, 'Flesh Weakness' weakened the enemy targets, and 'Subspace Speed' made his figure like a ghost.
The prophecy system helps him grasp those twisted clues, the 'Crisis Warning' allows him to dodge the overwhelming attacks, and the 'Twisted Disaster' allows him to accurately hit the weakest point of the enemy's armor.
The fire control system ignited everything around it and promoted the chaos. The 'Hellfire Pillar' was like a dancing dragon blocking everything. The 'Flame Halo' was like the God of Fire descending to the world to burn everything. The single-molecule silk thread turned into ashes before it even touched him.
The telekinetic system is even more terrifying. Whenever the real body in the clone steps on the ground, the "vortex of destruction" in the subspace will suddenly expand. With both hands clasped together, a "screeching shock" will be released, hitting the weak point with fire and lightning.
The psychic system brings about a 'tremor hallucination' that spreads deep within the human heart. Paranoia, confusion, panic, and bewilderment begin to spread in the peaceful land.
There are more strange spells coming from the Warp. At this moment, Ahriman is no longer as calm as before. He is not like the wise man who is at ease before. He is now approaching the abyss and bowing to the situation he hates the most.
"Damn it! Stop that brat behind me. I want to make him into a magical weapon and offer it to the gods!"
Erebus couldn't stop Ahriman, and of course no one could stop him. He didn't intend to face those flashy clowns at the moment. After all, he really couldn't beat them.
I guess the only thing I can catch is...
"roll!"
Before Erebus could think clearly, Lin Heng had already rushed in front of him. The Word Bearers tried to stop him, but they forgot that they were able to defeat him because of Ahriman.
Lin Heng only lost to the god who was almost the best in psychic power. He was not a poor guy who could be bullied by everyone.
"Oh!"
The kick that opened the door broke the mace that the Word Bearer was holding in front of his chest, and then he stepped on the power armor with a "bang". Amid the "bangbang" sound of metal twisting, there was also the sound of the inner grille-like sternum breaking.
The air in his chest was stepped out, along with a large amount of blood gushing out from the gap in his visor. The Word Bearer swayed twice and fell to his knees, leaving his comrades looking at each other in bewilderment.
"Everyone sacrifice to the gods and become a demon in exchange for great power!"
Erebus crushed the decorative head on his lower back, and a beautiful dust mist immediately enveloped him. The demonic patterns on his own power armor immediately lit up, and unparalleled power began to be attached to him.
He drew out his sword, and while laughing, the sword danced like a flower. The power of the devil surged through his body. This was the power bestowed upon him by the dark gods. If he had undergone such a change ten thousand years ago, the territory of the dark kingdoms would have been even greater.
Running with a sword in hand, Erebas felt that he had fallen in love with fighting. No, he had fallen in love with this gushing power. He thought that after dealing with Lin Heng, he might be able to try to compete with the Unicorn or the Supreme Incarnation.
The two men looked at each other in the air. With the so-called divine power, Erebas felt that he could do anything. He jumped on one foot and rushed forward with the demon sword in his hand.
Come on, Lin Heng, let me show you what a true gift from God is!
"when!"
The Eldar bone knife and the demon curse sword collided with each other. In that instant, a sound of horror and surprise was heard in the air, and then Erebus flew backwards, and the speed of his flight even exceeded the limit of everyone's running.
"Bang bang bang" the bookshelf overturned, and the flying pages covered the confused Erebas. Under his taken-off helmet was an expression of disbelief, and his gasping throat finally only uttered a strange cry of questioning.
"Uh... No, that's impossible! The Dark Gods gave me power, you are more than likely stronger than me!"
But the course of events did not allow him to fall into the vortex of self-doubt, and the arrival of a sword beam forced him to fight hastily.
"when!"
Another collision, another scream, the demon in the cursed sword clearly expressed its thoughts, that is, the black stone...it will die.
"Dangdangdang! Dangdangdangdang!"
With four slashes and four swords at the speed of light, Erebus indeed achieved a huge improvement. He blocked six of them, and the remaining slash and sword just pierced him through, destroying his heart and breaking his lungs, and the cursed sword in his hand also broke in the middle after a "bang".
After the demon let out a death wail, Erebus, who was still in shock, could only watch as a whip-kick hit his chin with incredible precision.
"Crack, crack," it was painful for sure, but what really made him panic and scared was another feeling coming from the skin that was touching.
As he was flying, he saw a different Lin Heng. His hair was flying, and his originally pure black hair suddenly had a hint of golden light.
Erebas knew very well what that color represented, because its essence was the same as the power in his own body, and the burning sensation was erupting on his broken face.
"God...Emperor...!"
He wants to escape from here.