Chapter 574
The radiance of plasma seemed to want to boil the entire world; the Iron Circle robots were bathed in the overflowing light and heat, their shells vaguely melting, but it made the Void Dragon sealed within feel as if He had briefly returned to that sea of energy that had nurtured Him.
The Void Dragon missed that moment, missed the moment when He and the universe were one, when the dividing line was not very clear, and longed to soak in the warm energy tide again, just as a child longs to return to the warm amniotic fluid.
The current reality was too cold and actually not suitable for the survival of the C'tan, so the Void Dragon longed to use Blackstone to control the near-endless energy of the Warp, using those energies to re-boil reality and let all things return to the warmth of the beginning of creation.
His plan had not yet truly begun to be executed when the Necrons betrayed Him, shattered Him, and left only His consciousness hiding in a fragment, fleeing in a panic.
Then, before He could try that plan again, He encountered a primitive warrior riding a horse and holding a silver spear on a remote planet, was picked up by a spear and thrown to Mars, where He had been sealed ever since.
And now He would not make the same mistake again; the moment He made a move, it was the full power that this fragment could accommodate.
Hmm?
The Void Dragon suddenly noticed something different; why was the temperature around still rising? Why was that plasma radiance shooting toward the ground getting brighter and brighter?
Why did it seem... reflected back and shooting toward Himself?
The Void Dragon looked blankly at the ground; in the scorching plasma tide, Lion El'Jonson took out a small, red cloak from under his cloak.
That cloak was nothing special; it was just an ordinary, thin piece of silk, not even stained with half a breath of the Warp.
From the Void Dragon's perspective, that was just an ordinary piece of cloth.
Everything in the material universe could not escape the Void Dragon's control, and the power of the Warp was suppressed by the Blackstone around.
Logically speaking, such a piece of cloth should not have anything special about it.
But Lion El'Jonson gently waved that piece of cloth like a matador, gently colliding with the plasma tide falling toward him.
Bang!!!!
That scarlet cloak collided with the plasma tide, splashing out scorching electric sparks.
That cloak was actually unscathed in the face of high-temperature plasma capable of dissolving ceramite, adamantium, and even auramite.
In the Void Dragon's blank gaze, the pale plasma was lightly bounced away by the cloak, changed direction, and shot back toward the Void Dragon.
"*C'tan curse*" The Void Dragon could not help but curse out loud.
The Iron Circle robots forged by Perturabo were submerged in the bright plasma torrent, melted in the high temperature in the blink of an eye, and completely torn into fragments invisible to the naked eye by the constant bombardment of particles.
In an instant, a silver figure emerged from the dissolved Iron Circle robots.
The General Cannon destroyed the Iron Circle robots and also directly untied the shackles Perturabo had imposed on the Void Dragon.
A slender, robust, elegant, and perfect body, as if not yet affected by the Warp, appeared from the plasma tide, like a body forged from uncooled molten silver, flashing with a verdant luster, and electric arcs constantly sprayed from hideous cracks running through the whole body.
The Void Dragon suddenly opened the sharp Blackstone wings behind Him, bathing in the high-temperature plasma.
These extremely high-temperature energies not only did not harm Him but instead made Him extremely comfortable; He was born in the high temperature at the beginning of the universe's birth.
But the Void Dragon did not immerse Himself in enjoying this moment of warmth; He had just been unsealed and was at His weakest moment, needing to hide in a safe place as soon as possible, slowly recover His strength, and then head to Mars to untie the seal on His main consciousness.
With this thought, the tail, a fusion of Blackstone and living metal, shook violently, and gravity was reversed in an instant; the Void Dragon flew toward the sky like a cannonball, trying to fly out of the atmosphere and head into the boundless deep space.
Feeling the increasingly thin air around Him, the Void Dragon could not help but sneer in His heart.
Monkeys after all, only knowing some primitive techniques, how could they truly harm a god of the material universe like Him? It was just helping Him untie Perturabo's shackles and letting Him gain freedom.
If there were a Necron Overlord in front of Him at this moment, carrying a Tesseract Labyrinth cage and blocking the Void Dragon, the Void Dragon would probably have become a prisoner again long ago——————
The sound of electric currents splashing suddenly rang out in front of the Void Dragon; the space-time before Him shifted, and a metal figure glowing with green light suddenly emerged from a folded pocket space, blocking the Void Dragon's path.
Trazyn the Infinite let out a cold, cackling laugh; before the Void Dragon could react, the Tesseract Labyrinth cage, divided into four pieces, appeared from His side, roaring with a wave of verdant electric arcs, weaving into an energy net and pressing toward the Void Dragon.
The Void Dragon let out a terrified roar; He could not understand how Trazyn managed to predict His escape trajectory so perfectly.
He struggled and vented His own power, trying to escape the restraint of the Tesseract Labyrinth cage.
The living metal constituting the Tesseract Labyrinth cage was torn layer by layer by the Void Dragon, but the Tesseract Labyrinth extended metal tentacles, rapidly absorbing the Void Dragon's power to repair itself and turning into shackles to wrap around the Void Dragon Himself.
The Void Dragon let out a sharp hiss, but it was ultimately to no avail.
The Tesseract Labyrinth closed, turning into a pyramid flashing with green light, completely imprisoning this fragment of the Void Dragon within it.
End of Chapter
