Chapter 351: Ahriman: There's a hack!

The raging fire of the stars burned in the Warp. The witchcraft woven by countless profane runes dyed the entire star into a twisted, grotesque color.

Two stars smashed heavily onto the veil of the Webway that isolated the Warp. This creation of the Old Ones from tens of millions of years ago let out a low wail.

This world, which existed between matter and the Warp, began to shake. Everything in sight was falling apart.

Time can destroy everything, and everything will eventually turn into dust. Even the Webway created by the ancient and powerful Old Ones is no exception.

The Sea of Souls let out a roar, as if white blood cells clearing foreign bodies in the body, surging toward the Webway that appeared cracks under the heavy pressure of the stars.

Waves composed of light, dimensions, and pure energy rose and fell. Chaotic ether penetrated into the Webway woven by light, expanding the cracks pressed out by the stars.

This section of the Webway shattered in an instant, turning into broken light spots and disappearing into the torrent of the Warp, leaving only a few large fragments that could barely be called complete floating in the torrent of the Sea of Souls, falling apart bit by bit.

Ahriman, who had put his horned helmet back on, gasped and gazed at this scene. Human-like light shadows flickered and swayed on his body, as if his material body was no longer enough to bind his existence.

He looked at a broken red-and-pink wooden door drifting in the void, knowing that his actions had achieved results.

Since he couldn't transfer the two Primarchs and the Lord of Death to the Psychedelic Hell, he would transfer himself, the nine great sorcerers, and the two profane stars directly to their side.

To achieve this powerful and terrifying spell, Ahriman had to take another step toward the Warp, extracting more power from the Warp and injecting it into his body, almost ascending to a Warp existence.

After all, Ahriman had already offered enough sacrifices to the Warp.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Ahriman controlled his existence and barely restrained himself in his material body, without becoming a Warp existence, otherwise everything would be irreversible.

Relying on the massive power obtained from this, Ahriman, with the help of two profane stars, imitated the Ma Genusi of the past and destroyed this section of the Webway.

This was much easier than before. This section of the Webway didn't have the protection of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic power.

The heavy pressure generated by the two stars directly destroyed the basic structure of the Webway, allowing the torrent in the Warp to sweep in.

"My lord, even a Primarch shouldn't be able to withstand such an attack, right?" Astroth looked at the broken Webway with lingering fear and said.

The impact of the stars, the shattering of the Webway, the invasion of the Warp torrent. If they could still survive such an attack...

Ahriman glanced at Astroth. This sorcerer lord of the Prodigal Warband was born after the Great Crusade and was a Librarian of a rebel warband, selected by Ahriman and given the name of his former disciple. He was born too late and hadn't witnessed the greatness of the Primarchs.

Even such an impact couldn't kill a Primarch——————

Bang!!!!

A sharp teardrop-shaped spear pierced through the void, stabbing directly at Ahriman and Astroth.

Ahriman instinctively dodged by relying on his precognitive ability, while Astroth didn't have time to dodge.

The spear pierced through his helmet, shattered his head, and only left a body falling into the torrent of the Empyrean.

White wings trembled. Ahriman hurriedly controlled the disc under his feet to dodge. Psychic flames sprayed out, pushing Ahriman to retreat backward.

But the wings were faster than the disc bestowed by the Changer of Ways. That beautiful face under the golden hair arrived in front of Ahriman in almost the blink of an eye.

After ten thousand years, Ahriman saw Sanguinius's handsome face again with his own eyes, and saw the sadness in his eyes.

Sanguinius seemed to sigh softly, as if lamenting Ahriman's fate, but his spear didn't stop.

What shocked Ahriman was that Sanguinius was completely unscathed in the previous attack.

Neither the scorching stars nor the torrent of the Warp seemed to have caused him any harm.

Not being able to seriously injure a Primarch was one thing, but being completely unscathed was another. The Warp torrents around here contained Tzeentch's profane evil power. Even if a mortal touched the smallest bit, they would immediately mutate into a monster.

Even a Primarch shouldn't be able to bathe in it without being harmed at all.

But before Ahriman could think more, Sanguinius's spear tip was already pressed against Ahriman's brow.

Profane spells rang out. Ahriman and the psychic power of the eight sorcerers behind him gathered together, forcibly supporting a barrier.

The spear tip of the Spear of Telesto flashed with scorching psychic flames, colliding with the barrier supported by Ahriman and the eight great sorcerers like a fire meteor falling into the dust.

Psychic power whistled and surged in the void. Ahriman let out a low psychic shriek and barely blocked the spear tip of the Spear of Telesto.

The Rubric Marines controlled by Ahriman quickly raised their inferno bolters, venting bolters burning with profane psychic power toward the Archangel.

The Archangel's wings trembled lightly, protecting himself like a barrier. A large number of bolters fell on his wings, only causing feathers to fall off.

Such means couldn't harm the Archangel standing in the Warp tides at all. In the Warp, will is everything, and no one present had a will that could surpass the most perfect Primarch.

Ahriman let out a rapid low chant. The strong malice in the spell even caused the Warp itself to tremble.

A strong arcane focus was created by Ahriman on the black staff. A strong psychic link whistled from the entire Rubric network, constantly gathering on that arcane focus, decomposing everything around it to the molecular level.

However, before Ahriman could drive the power in this arcane focus to confront Sanguinius, he suddenly felt the air around him become scorching and unbearable.

He turned his head abruptly, only to find that one of the two stars that were just falling into the Webway was actually flying toward him.

Ahriman had to hurriedly mobilize his own psychic power to confront the gravity coming from the star.

Then his psychic perspective saw the Lord of Death of humans and Aeldari flying in the void with a propeller on his head, with a piece of red cloth passing by in his hand.

Ahriman originally thought that Sanguinius would avoid this scorching star rushing toward them. After all, the high heat brought by the star was very dangerous even for a Primarch.

But Sanguinius seemed to have nothing to fear. His figure flashed, almost instantly approaching another sorcerer lord behind Ahriman. Ahriman hurriedly mobilized the massive psychic power of the nine people and the entire Rubric network, forming a barrier to block Sanguinius's spear tip.

The strong psychic impact generated on the Spear of Telesto made Ahriman feel divine soul fear and pain.

But he still hurriedly chanted a few profane spells. The arcane focus in his hand burst suddenly. Strong psychic power instantly enveloped him, the eight sorcerer lords, and the Rubric Marines around him.

Almost in the blink of an eye, their existence disappeared into the surging waves of the Warp, and they were nowhere to be seen.

Looking at the two stars and the broken Anywhere Door drifting in the Warp torrent, Zhou Yun's eye corners twitched slightly.

Such an exaggerated attack, fortunately, he had irradiated himself, Guilliman, and Sanguinius with the adaptation lamp in advance...

The sound of scorching psychic burning suddenly rang out. A psychic spear tip shining like a star burned on Ahriman's black staff, stabbing fiercely at Zhou Yun's back.

But before Ahriman's spear tip touched Zhou Yun, his precognitive ability warned him of danger.

Ahriman turned around abruptly. The psychic spear tip on the staff collided with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword burning with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic flames in mid-air.

But the eyes of this Tzeentchian champion still didn't see the trace of Guilliman holding this sword. Guilliman seemed to be in the blind spot of Ahriman's vision, and he could only rely on his precognitive ability to locate him.

Strong psychic flames surged toward Guilliman's location. Ahriman pulled away quickly, wanting to retreat to the side of the eight Thousand Sons sorcerer lords and Rubric Marines who had also been teleported here.

But a series of psychic sword lights that kept cutting through the torrent of the Empyrean attacked from all directions. The strong psychic power and techniques contained in them made even Ahriman couldn't help but praise.

Subsequently, a crude, clumsy psychic impact that was no different from a primitive man waving a big stick also hit Ahriman. This psychic manipulation was so rotten that it made Ahriman want to vomit. If this were Ahriman's student, Ahriman would definitely smash her head with a book himself.

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Mephiston and Jainas, who had been irradiated by the adaptation lamp, crawled out of Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket. Also crawling out were the Fat Tiger Daemon holding a ball-and-stick.

Then there were the Blood Angels' Rafen, the Red Angel's Captain Finney, the Ultramarines' Sicarius, the Death Company Dreadnought Calthor, and the Harlequin Shadowseer Sylandri Veilwalker...

Ahriman looked at more and more people crawling out of Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket. For a moment, he was a bit numb on the spot. He was thinking if he was too aggressive and should have waited for Ma Genusi and Abaddon to arrive before acting together.

But when he saw the massive Gloriana-class battleship Macragge's Honour also crawling out of Zhou Yun's small pocket, Ahriman really couldn't hold it anymore.

He hadn't seen the four gods in Chaos or other existences similar to gods show their power, but the scene of a Gloriana-class battleship crawling out of a stomach was really a bit abstract.

Just at this moment, in the surging tides of the Warp, Sanguinius trembled his wings and looked at the void ships that appeared in the Warp.

The most conspicuous one was a Tizca-style pyramid ship and a ship that was incomparably familiar to Sanguinius.

That Gloriana-class battleship that was once like an ancient, solid iron ingot, Horus's bride, the void home of the Luna Wolves, now stood ugly, twisted, and ferocious in front of Sanguinius.

The Vengeful Spirit tore through the void and stood with Ma Genusi's flagship, the Revenge of Tizca.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 352 =====