Chapter 1125 Murder and Destruction
Neos looked into the depths of the warp, but could only gasp silently.
The Emperor clearly felt that his warning was strangled deep in the throat by some more ancient power.
That is not a simple spell of silencing, but it erases the concept of "warning" itself from the causal level.
He dug his fingers deeply into his palms, and psychic blood dripped through his fingers, condensing into a broken imperial eagle emblem in the void.
Draconian's domain spread silently like the night.
This magic sword, which was born from the first murder case of mankind, is now performing what it does best, delivering a fatal blow to the victim when he is most unprepared.
The space around the sword was in a strange state of "death". Even the surrounding chaotic energy retreated in front of the sword, as if afraid of the ultimate malice contained in this god-killing blade.
The murder scene on the blade became clearer and clearer:
The moment Caesar turned around in the Senate, twenty-three daggers simultaneously pierced every fatal point of his body;
As President Lincoln smiled in his theater box, the lead bullet destined to penetrate the back of his head was spinning in the barrel of the gun;
The moment Sanguinius spread his wings on Horus's flagship, the destructive energy accumulated in the Chaos Claw had already locked onto his heart...
Each scene is precisely framed at the fatal moment when the victim just senses the danger, but it is too late.
These images are not simple illusions, but real fragments directly extracted from the timeline by Draconian through the concept of murder.
Wherever the sword blade passed, even time itself had tiny "wounds". These scars can never be healed, just like the murders that changed history can never be undone.
When the tip of the sword was three inches away from Yang Cheng's back, the scarlet cloak of the God of Destruction suddenly began to ripple unnaturally.
The black flames composed of solidified fire of revenge now began to boil as if they had their own consciousness.
Countless tiny flames gathered together in one thousandth of a second and turned into a huge palm with perfect proportions.
The lines on the palms were etched from the last cry of a destroyed civilization, and the knuckles of the five fingers were inlaid with miniature black holes as decoration.
The moment the hand grabbed the blade of Draconion, a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound rang out throughout the entire warp.
It was not the crisp sound of metal colliding, but the superposition of the dying screams of all murder victims in millions of parallel time and space, mixed with the wails of countless universes ending.
Two equally dark but fundamentally different forces collide at the point of contact.
Murder is precise, personal, instantaneous darkness.
And destruction is the grand, indiscriminate, and eternal finality.
"You..." Draconian's thoughts became disordered for the first time.
The distorted sword suddenly twitched violently, pumping dark red blood into every line of the sword. "How could I possibly detect..."
Yang Cheng's turning movement carried the blasphemous elegance unique to the new God of Chaos.
Every inch of his movement triggered a chain reaction of the laws of the Warp, and when his left shoulder turned, the blood river in the realm of Khorne flowed backwards.
As his right arm stretched out, the plague cloud in the Garden of Nurgle solidified.
When the neck is slightly tilted, the paths in the Tzeentch maze are completely reorganized.
As his waist twisted, the mirrors of pleasure in the Hall of Slaanesh shattered.
The four gods welcomed the arrival of their fifth brother in their own way.
When that face that integrated the power of endless warp was fully revealed, even this magic sword that had experienced countless murders trembled.
The visor of the God of Destruction now took on a dynamic chaotic form.
Staring at the demon in front of him with black hole-like pupils, Draconian felt a huge force pressing on his body at this moment.
The forces of destruction and revenge intertwined around its body, and scarlet and black warp forces danced within it.
"Murder... is also a kind of destruction." Yang Cheng's voice contained the tone of Mara, but there was also a kind of higher-dimensional unity.
Each syllable materialized in the void, turning into runes of destruction burning with different colored flames. "You are nothing but a speck of dust... under my authority."
Following this verdict, the black flame palm suddenly attacked.
The five-fingered gesture perfectly replicated the action of the first murderer in history, but the scale and power were magnified a billion times.
From the flames emerged a scene older than Draconian.
That was the first star in the universe going out during its expansion. Its light did not gradually dim, but was "commanded" to stop shining by some higher-level force.
In the last moment of the evaporation of the primordial black hole, the event horizon did not dissipate naturally, but was forcibly "erased".
The first extra dimension of the vast universe collapsed at the very beginning of its formation, not due to the laws of physics, but because it was "refused" to exist by some will...
These memories of ultimate destruction poured into the Demon Sword's consciousness core like a torrent of data.
The blade of Draconian's sword began to tremble violently, and the surface of the heart fossil that was the source of its power was covered with spider-web-like cracks.
The murder scenes that were proud of on the blade were shattered one after another. Caesar's dagger melted into molten iron, Lincoln's bullet vaporized into lead mist, and even the eternal moment of Sanguinius' fall was rewritten into a blurred shadow.
"This is...not possible..." The Demon Sword's thoughts shattered.
Neos watched this scene in shock. The Emperor's Sword vibrated uncontrollably in his hand, and the relief on the sword became a dynamic prophecy.
It shows all the possibilities of Yang Cheng destroying Draconian in different timelines.
In some scenes, the magic sword was thrown into the core of a star to be smelted, in some dimensions it was swallowed by the primordial black hole, and in some realities it was used to kill its previous holders...
But the final result was the same, the magic sword was completely destroyed by Yang Cheng or Mara.
As the original power was drained away, Draconian's form began to collapse.
The famous murder scenes on the sword burned like old film, the heart fossil on the sword guard shattered into powder, and even the material structure of the blade itself began to "forget" how to remain solid.
The demon sword let out a final scream of its mind, which echoed throughout the subspace at the same time, causing all beings skilled in assassination to feel an inexplicable fear.
When the last fragment of Draconian was also devoured by the black flames, the entire warp fell into an eerie silence.
Neos watched as Draconian's existence was completely wiped out, not simply destroyed, but "integrated" into a larger system.
The Emperor suddenly realized that from now on, every murder in the galaxy would become nourishment for the power of the God of Destruction, and every dying scream would strengthen the authority of the Fifth God of Chaos.
Murder and destruction merged into one.
