Chapter 511

On the papyrus Tarot card in Zhou Yun's hand was painted a lifelike pitch-black raven.

The raven was like a ghostly black shadow, agile and swift; between the pitch-black feathers and flesh and blood were mixed with scarlet eyes and pale skin.

This Tarot card came from the daemon Tarot collected by Khayon, but Khayon himself never noticed the existence of this Tarot card.

In the Inquisition fortress on Terra not long ago, Zhou Yun and Sanguinius used the Memory Projection Hammer to observe Khayon's memories, seeing the memory of Khayon learning daemonology from Lorgar and being attacked by Corax.

And Corax perceived the gaze coming through the memory, vaguely seeing the flow of fate, feeling the aura of Sanguinius and Zhou Yun who existed in the future.

He didn't know Zhou Yun's situation, but he recognized Sanguinius's scent; although he didn't know what happened in the future that led to Sanguinius's resurrection, Corax still buried a foreshadowing on Khayon.

He silently split himself, stuffing one of the billions of crows silently into one of Khayon's daemon Tarot cards, establishing contact with Zhou Yun and Sanguinius in the present.

Nobi Daixiong fiercely threw the daemon Tarot in his hand; the papyrus was burned to ashes by pitch-black flames in mid-air, and the raven flapped its wings and flew out from the card surface, flying over the Lion's shoulder like a black arrow, passing by Khârn and Raum, and in Erebus's stunned gaze, it stabbed directly toward Lorgar who was walking out in the Warp.

Lorgar saw that pitch-black raven, his pupils shrinking fiercely, revealing timidity and fear in his eyes; he recognized the aura on that raven, the aura that made him fear, that was a part of Him.

"I usually summon the one-star monster 'Corax's Raven'."

Zhou Yun's will resided in Nobi Daixiong's body and smiled:

"Then, release the 'Corax's Raven' on the field, and specially summon the ten-star monster 'Raven Lord Corax' from the deck!"

As if to cooperate with Zhou Yun's words, the Warp, which was like purgatory where Lorgar was, was suddenly covered by a dark cloud; the sky composed of scarlet, brownish-green, deep blue, and deep purple in the highest heaven was covered by black shadows.

Then, the dark cloud suddenly opened thousands of scarlet eyes, looking down at the Warp from high above.

"Lorgar!!!!"

The angry roar trembled both the material and Warp dimensions; its power was so great that even the Lion was shocked and trembled because of it.

"Corax?!" Lion shouted in astonishment and confusion; he recognized that dark cloud was his gene-brother, the Raven Guard gene-Primarch Corax.

It's just... how does he look like he's ascended to daemonhood? Even more twisted, abstract, and undefined than those few Daemon Primarchs.

"I said, I remembered your scent, I will hunt you to death!!!"

The voice stained with hatred overwhelmed everything; using the raven released by Nobi Daixiong as a beacon, Corax finally caught Lorgar again.

The screeching sound of crows echoed; the dark clouds in the sky suddenly exploded, turning into thousands of ravens, mixed with black lightning, falling from the sky, smashing toward Lorgar.

The raven released by Nobi Daixiong also returned to the flock, pouncing toward Lorgar together.

Lorgar raised the Illuminarum in his hand in terror; billions of turbid lights flickered, smashing toward the flock of crows in the sky.

But this was meaningless; the flock of crows was like shadows, seemingly without substance, passing through Lorgar's attack in the blink of an eye, pouncing on Lorgar.

As if an invisible giant blade had swept past, Lorgar's chest was fiercely torn open, and blood flowed from it.

The runes of the Armor of the Word suddenly condensed into form, turning into a shield trying to resist the flock of crows' attack.

But this was meaningless; a pitch-black lightning shot out from the flock of crows, fiercely smashing onto the shield turned from runes, and the burning runes shattered in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the Raven Lord condensed his form.

That Primarch, whose face was as pale as the snow of the day, with black hair like a starless deep night, stepped on Lorgar's chest with one foot.

Corax wore pitch-black power armor, with a pair of steel wings shaped like raven feathers behind his back, and a pair of ferocious claws on his arms.

"I am revenge, I am the redemption of justice, I am resistance, I am your funeral director."

"Lorgar! Raise your head! Welcome death!!!" "Do you think I'm still the same as before? Corax!! I am improving every moment, I am already very different——————"

The claws tore open, and Lorgar's head, full of horns, flew into the sky.

Then in the blink of an eye, this Great Word Bearer's body burned with flames, and the whole person turned into a flame surrounded by spells, fleeing in a panic from under Corax, escaping toward the distance.

But how could the Raven Lord allow him to escape? A looming, pitch-black, and indefinite realm manifested in the Warp, and the magnificent energy of the highest heaven continuously poured into Corax's body.

In an instant, everyone seemed to see a pitch-black supernova explode in the Warp, releasing pitch-black light, sweeping everything.

Under this light, the connection between the Warp and the *Blessed Lady* became fragile, almost shattering in the blink of an eye, leaving only a psychic explosion, blowing the entire bridge into chaos, and that statue of Lorgar also turned into powder.

Erebus screamed in terror; he was blown away by the exploding psychic power, smashing fiercely into the corner of the room, his flesh and blood aching.

And those blood tides turned into by Khorne daemons were also cleared away under Khârn's continuously burning Emperor's flames; this avenger bathed in blood vibrated his wings and looked at Erebus.

Death was close at hand.

Erebus held his breath, but just at this moment, that ritual art he had already engraved on the *Blessed Lady* to aggregate the three artifacts suddenly flowed on its own, as if some will was pushing the flow of this ritual.

Suddenly, Erebus's will established contact with another will.

Erebus felt the things before his eyes constantly flowing and twisting, his vision constantly tunneling in those deep secret rooms of the Rock, finally stopping in a secret room that even the current Dark Angels Legion did not know about.

That was a huge spherical instrument, in which electric light flickered vaguely, constantly tearing reality and space, and the instrument extended an iron pipe, inserted into a thin, barefoot child's corpse.

This child's eyes were pale and glowing, staring at Erebus.

Tuchulcha Engine, one of the three artifacts of the Old Ones.

This artifact was found by Lion during the Great Heresy, and after the rebellion ended, it had been stored in the deepest part of the Rock fortress.

Erebus revealed a joyful expression, because the Tuchulcha Engine could create rifts linking time and space, shuttling wantonly in the galaxy.

As long as he wanted, he could save Erebus.

"Save me, I will help you aggregate!" Erebus shouted at the Tuchulcha Engine.

The child's corpse connected to the Tuchulcha Engine nodded slightly.

"Good."

(End of chapter)