Chapter 211 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows (60) Chain Reaction
"What is that?" Luo Jia watched Calvin slowly levitate from the ground, and there was something dangerous appearing on his body.
Calvin's consciousness fell into deep sleep again, and the nature of his soul gradually lost control.
The eight-pointed star's unchanging environment for tens of thousands of years began to see the emergence of tiny air currents, and this air current centered on Calvin was expanding visibly with the naked eye, eventually forming the eye of the storm that devoured everything.
The power of the storm not only raged in reality, but even space was enveloped by it.
A dark crack appeared vaguely in the surrounding space amidst the howling of the wind. In the crack in the space, the essence of a soul as big as a star was gradually accelerating its rotation, gradually revealing itself to the two of them.
Its terrifying true appearance...
It is clearly shrinking slowly, but the fatal sense of crisis in the eyes of Luojia and the envoy is magnifying...
"No matter what it is, you deserve to die..." The pupils of the fallen primarch tightened, but this was not the first fatal threat he encountered in his ten thousand years of life.
Reason can still support him to make decisive decisions, but this decision seems to be a little too late...
He threw the staff at Calvin, trying to finish off this strange brother.
The power in the staff was less than half, but in Lorgar's eyes it was still enough to kill a Primarch.
But he miscalculated, or perhaps the change in Calvin was beyond his understanding.
After losing the control of his will, a greedy monster is slowly awakening in Calvin. What Luojia did before was to untie the last shackles on it with his own hands.
Devour...Only Devour...
The soul's essence has an endless greed for energy and matter, and everything in the eight-pointed star is under its abyss-like gluttonous gaze.
The staff can be called a vast soul and power, and it disappeared instantly under this reckless devouring. The appetite of the monster in the original body received positive feedback, so the desire to devour became even stronger...
The storm became more and more violent, so much so that Luo Jia needed to use psychic energy to stabilize her body. The crisis was turning into a disaster, and the space was distorted in the face of this black hole-like gravity.
The chaotic eight-pointed star ushered in an unprecedented disaster. Whether it was the road in the distance or the land in the center, signs of collapse and disintegration began to appear in front of this terrifying suction force...
The fallen Daemon Primarch was unable to deal with the situation in front of him, while the chaotic gods in the distance felt the same and realized the crisis here.
Their consciousnesses recovered from countless carriers and reunited on the thrones of their respective divine kingdoms.
Instincts and prophecies are reminding them that a crisis is emerging that threatens them and even the entire universe.
The eternal holy war and eternal sleep are no longer important at this moment, and all the plans in the mortal world are irrelevant at this moment.
The black hole that exists in the world that symbolizes their authority is firmly attracting their attention.
"There is no source..." The Lord of Changes looked away from the Well of Eternity, and was the first to resound his oracle throughout the temple.
The remaining three gods heard the sound and gave up the time retrieval at the same time. After Tzeentch, who was best at playing with time, made a judgment, time retrieval was no longer among their considerations.
The Lord of All Arms, who belongs to the action group, then spoke, and His voice was full of salty, rusty flavor like the flow of hot lava:
"That's not important... what's important is how to deal with it."
"That's really not important..." The aura of the Lord of Joy made the figure on the brass throne feel irritated, and his next words made him even more angry.
"It's nothing important..."
"No! It's very important!" Another personality emerged from the Lord of Joy, instantly overturning his own point of view.
Three, four, five, six, other personalities joined the debate with reflections of different forms, and then, after screaming and hyping up the crowd, they all mocked the Lord of Hosts on the verge of rage:
"But we don't care..."
"What about you? You old thing playing with life..." Khorne's voice was restrained enough. It was obvious that under the stimulus of enough crisis, the cold and shrewd side of the Lord of War had gained the upper hand in gathering consciousness.
This was probably the most restrained time after His birth. If it had been any other time, Slaanesh's frivolous provocation would have been met with a bloody divine war that would last for thousands of years.
However, his question was not answered. As the three gods waited for a long time, a dark green hand stretched out from the void and then disappeared, leaving only a seed full of corrupt power that took root the moment it landed on the ground.
germination.
Then, after completing the life cycle from flourishing to withering in a short moment, he used his final decaying voice to declare to the gods:
"Life! Life should not be terminated! But more lives should not be destroyed!"
"Does that mean you agree?" The figure on the brass throne looked towards the distant void, where the Kingdom of God, the Lord of Joy, is located.
The eight-pointed star is an existence that they cannot erase, but it is too important to them. Except for the madman Slaanesh who ignores everything and is immersed in self-carnival, the three gods of chaos have reached a consensus.
But they cannot interfere directly there, because the special nature of that section being independent of time prevents them from projecting their power or incarnation in time.
Silence continued to spread in the void, and the sense of crisis coming from that space was strengthening.
The three gods repeatedly tested each other's wills in intense exchanges, and finally made up their minds to completely reset the time and space there with boundless power.
But the eight-pointed star is a complete symbol of chaos, and it is also the embodiment of the complete cycle of chaos. If the gods try to intervene there, then as a whole they cannot avoid the cooperation of the Lord of Joy.
So the three wills converged towards the divine realm of Slaanesh, and the figure sitting in the Six Rings Temple also gave a non-committal response in the ever-changing shadow of his personality...
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The tide in the subspace is surging again, which means that the Chaos Gods have personally intervened. Their power converges towards the depths of the void, and even other people in the empire
One battlefield is also affected.
The Red Angel's war of aggression on Armageddon has already contained most of the Empire's forces in the Sun Sector. The Emperor's will is also gathering here, and he is engaged in a fierce confrontation with the Lord of Hosts from afar.
But everything came to an abrupt end after Calvin's accident, because the Lord of Hosts was fighting against the Emperor alone, and in the shadows around the battlefield, there were looming disturbances from other gods.
After the eight-pointed star appeared in a crisis that threatened the very foundation of the gods, he became aware of the danger he was facing.
Although the divine battle that supports three directions at the same time is far from its limit, it is definitely a dangerous beginning for a god surrounded by powerful enemies.
The balance cannot be broken, especially not passively by others.
Otherwise, the situation will only sink more costs under the calculations of "careful people", and the fall of a great existence often starts from these inconspicuous details.
He decisively gave up his support for the Lord of Red Sand, and instead focused on observing the changes on the eight-pointed star and the eternal battlefield deep in the subspace.
In reality, on Armageddon, which guarded the eastern gateway to the core of the empire, the Lord of Red Sand who was raging on the battlefield also fell into fatigue.
The troops assembled by the empire received an order from the Throne Court to suspend the attack, and the subspace wave that had been getting stronger for a while also showed signs of fading and dying.
The other three gods also had similar concerns, because for them, the accident brought about by Calvin was definitely an unforeseen part of the chess game they had been managing for thousands of years.
They couldn't convince themselves to regard it as a simple accident, let alone believe that there would be no similar shadow behind this kind of thing that happened at the source that no one had ever touched.
In reality, on countless large and small battlefields within the empire's territory, believers of the gods are consciously tending to defense;
And the fate of countless imperial soldiers who should have died on the battlefield was quietly rewritten around Calvin on the distant eight-pointed star.