Chapter 1180 The Super Brain Tells Me to Use Super Power
A barely perceptible dark light flashed in Victor's amethyst eyes.
Angron's tactical eyepiece suddenly burst into a blinding red light, and the biological scan showed that Victor's "injury" was healing at an abnormal speed.
The gushing purple blood turned into tiny psychic crystals the moment it came into contact with the air, and beneath the wound that was deep enough to see the bone, there was no sign of damage to any vital organs.
“Something’s wrong—”
The Primarch's battle instincts raised the alarm frantically, but it was too late.
Victor's hunched body suddenly straightened like a spring, and fragments of the obsidian throne floated around him.
He opened the five fingers of his left hand and pulled out a dagger with a faint green light from the void - "Eternal Pain". The venom flowing on the blade was extracted from the most ancient void mayflies deep in the Webway. Just one drop was enough to cause the enhanced organs of the Space Marines to fail instantly.
Angron's plastron was indeed exposed at the best attack angle.
"Die, you fool."
Victor's voice suddenly lost all disguise and became like thousands of overlapping whispers.
The dagger's trajectory defied the laws of physics, leaving an emerald afterimage in the air.
The moment the tip of the knife touched the copper-colored armor, the gold plating melted like butter encountering a hot knife.
"boom!"
Angron's jump pack activated at maximum range.
The Primarch's massive body leaned back with incredible agility, and the blade of the dagger cut a smoking wound on the plastron.
The highly toxic liquid dripped onto the ground, corroding the obsidian surface into honeycomb-like holes.
Angron took advantage of the momentum and flipped backwards to the ground, crossing his two axes in front of him to protect himself, while his tactical system frantically analyzed the composition of the toxin.
Victor did not pursue.
He twirled the dagger gracefully and gave an exaggerated bow like an actor taking his final bow.
Those traces of "serious injuries" had long disappeared, and even the luxurious robe was restored to its original state.
"You are very strong." Victor's voice suddenly became ethereal and distant, as if it came from the end of time, "If I fight you head-on..."
He snapped his fingers lightly, and the space and time of the entire throne hall suddenly distorted.
Holographic projections appeared on the surrounding walls, showing the ancient Eldar Empire at its peak: Craft Worlds spanning the galaxy, wraithbone structures larger than Titans, and hundreds of millions of Eldar celebrating eternal life...
“I can only last a few minutes at most.”
The projection suddenly switched to the tragic scene of the fall of the Eldar: the moment Slaanesh was born, countless Eldar souls were pulled out of their bodies, and the Craft World was shattered in the Warp storm.
Victor's figure appears and disappears in these images, as if he had really experienced the vicissitudes of these tens of thousands of years.
"but--"
The Blackhearted King suddenly appeared three meters behind Angron, and his voice rang close to the Primarch's auditory receptors.
Angron turned suddenly and swung his axe, but the blade only dispersed a cloud of purple mist.
"My existence is as old as your human emperor." Victor's true body appeared next to the broken throne again, stroking the painful gem inlaid on it with his fingers, "I have witnessed the afterglow of the Eldar Empire and the rise of countless forces in the universe..."
He suddenly crushed the gem, and the powder formed a miniature of the Milky Way in the air.
“What do you think…” The purple mist condensed into hundreds of Victor illusions, surrounding Angron, “This old monster who has lived for so long…”
All the illusions raised the "Eternal Pain" at the same time, with the tip of the knife pointing at the Primarch in the center.
"Don't you have a few life-saving cards?"
Angron scanned the phantoms in front of him and observed that they were not holographic projections. Each of them emitted real psychic fluctuations, and each of them could instantly transform into a physical entity and deliver a fatal blow.
What's even more terrifying is that the floor of the hall has been covered with spider-web-like cracks at some point, and a sticky purple-black liquid seeps out of the cracks. It is the concentrated web energy.
Victor's true self was hidden in the illusion, and his thousands of years of combat experience allowed him to perfectly conceal his murderous intent. However, his mind was unusually clear:
*This reckless man will definitely choose the most direct way to break through... Then the illusion in the third row on the left is the best ambush position...*
Sure enough, Angron's leg muscles tensed slightly, a sign of a charge.
Victor's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and his poison blade was ready to go...
"boom!"
Angron did charge, but in a completely unexpected direction.
The Primarch did not attack any illusions, but leaped up with all his strength, and swung his "Blood Son" axe fiercely at the psychic crystal chandelier above the hall.
As this behemoth weighing tens of tons smashed to the ground, Angron's left hand "Blood Father" suddenly changed direction and threw it towards an empty corner!
"What?!"
Victor's true form was forced to reveal itself and he dodged the flying axe in a panic.
His flawless face finally showed shock - Angron actually saw through the energy nodes he had hidden in the illusion array.
“Living longer doesn’t mean you’re smarter.” Angron caught the spinning Bloodfather as he landed, his axe blade already stained with purple blood. “It just means you’re better at dodging.”
"It seems I have underestimated you, Primarch."
Victor's voice created a strange echo in the air, as if it came from countless dimensions at the same time.
His figure began to become transparent, and his purple-black robe dissipated into the air like smoke.
Angron's tactical eyepiece immediately locked onto the target. The Red Sand Lord's huge body burst out with a swiftness that was inconsistent with its size, and his two axes crossed and slashed at the disappearing Black Heart King...
"Uh-huh!"
The axe blade only split a cloud of purple mist that gradually dissipated.
At this moment, Angron's auditory receptors suddenly detected an abnormality, and he could feel that the sound of the battlefield was rapidly fading.
The roar of the grenade launchers, the roar of the chainswords, the roars of the warriors, all these sounds seemed to be swallowed up by some invisible force.
The Primarch turned around abruptly and found that the battlefield scene behind him was fading. The charging Space Marines solidified into statues, the exploding flames were frozen in mid-air, and even the splattering blood stopped in the process of falling.
"wrong......"
Angron's breathing was unusually clear inside his helmet. He shut off external auditory input and only heard the steady, powerful beat of his own reinforced heart.
The tactical system showed that the composition of the surrounding air was normal, but all energy readings were zero, as if this space had been completely cut out from the real universe.
The Primarch crouched down, and his power claws slashed across the ground. The obsidian floor should have been solid, but now it was rippling like water.
Angron's blood-red pupils observed the surroundings, and finally saw the distortion of space in the infinite distance. It was a carefully designed cage with no boundaries and no exit.
"You created a separate little world and then led me here?"
Angron's voice created an eerie self-echo in the absolute silence.
He stood up slowly, and the chainsaws of the double axes "Blood Father" and "Blood Son" stopped turning, and fell into deathly silence.
Victor stood outside the dimension, observing the trapped prey through a psychic prism.
The Blackheart King leaned gracefully on a crystal pillar, playing with the ancient device that imprisoned Angron with his fingertips. This is a relic of the golden age of the Eldar, the "Eternal Labyrinth", which can exile the target to a small universe of its own creation.
His amethyst eyes sparkled with delight, and a cat-and-mouse smile graced his flawless face.
"How will you get out, little one?"
Victor's voice could not be heard inside the cage, but that did not stop him from enjoying the monologue.
He imagined the savage giant swinging his axe in vain, exhausting himself in the infinite space. Perhaps in a few hours, days, or months, when Angron's anger turned to despair, he could open the cage and harvest an exhausted trophy...
Angron closed his eyes in the cage.
His super brain analyzed the situation at an astonishing speed. This space had no weaknesses in conventional physical laws, and violent destruction might backfire.
The scan through the tactical eyepiece showed that there was a certain energy frequency resonating with the subspace all around...
"In that case..."
Angron took a deep breath and began to actively awaken the dormant subspace essence in his body.
His super brain told him that it was time to use his super powers.
The first crack appeared on Angron's breastplate.
A red glow oozed from beneath the copper-colored fine gold plating, like magma flowing through cracks in volcanic rock. Then, a second, a third... Soon, the entire body of the Primarch was covered with glowing lines, like a lava statue about to burst.
Victor's smile froze.
He was horrified to see that the energy readings on the monitoring device were growing exponentially. The psychic fluctuations emitted by the Primarch, whom he regarded as a barbarian, were comparable to a warp storm!
"Interesting, really interesting..."
Angron opened his eyes, his pupils were completely replaced by red light, and two psychic lightning bolts burst out from them.
The Primarch opened his arms and let out a roar that shook the dimension.
A red halo exploded with Angron at its center. Wherever it passed, the false space shattered like glass.
Countless dimensional fragments were flying in the air, each reflecting a different battlefield scene. Huge cracks were torn in the "walls" of the cage, and the light of the real universe poured in from the cracks.
The ancient device in Victor's hand suddenly became scorching hot and exploded into a ball of psychic fire in his palm.
The Blackhearted King shook his hand in pain and looked up just in time to see Angron stepping out of the broken dimensional cage.
The sounds of the real universe came flooding back like a tide.
The roar of bolters, the shouts of warriors, the roars of Titans, all these sounds flooded Angron's auditory receptors anew.
The afterglow of psychic energy still flowed on his armor, and he looked like a walking lava giant under the dim light of Commorra.
Victor stumbled back, his flawless mask finally shattered.
"marvelous……"
Victor's fingers drew an elegant arc in the air, and his purple-black nails reflected the dim light of Comoros.
His breathing was slightly rapid, not because of fear, but because of some kind of morbid excitement, like a collector who had finally discovered a long-desired treasure.
“I want you more and more.”
The Blackhearted King's voice had a sticky sweetness, like the whispers between lovers.
His tongue licked the sharp canine teeth gently, and his amethyst eyes reflected Angron's burning figure, his eyes were mixed with greed and desire.
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound of finger snapping exploded in the solidified air.
Then, the space next to Victor suddenly distorted, and an exquisite dark matter device emerged from the void.
The surface of this pitch-black sphere is flowing with nebula-like patterns, and its core is constantly swallowing up the surrounding light.
The moment it appeared, the gravity field of the entire throne room began to become disordered...
The obsidian fragments scattered on the ground were seen floating up and spinning slowly in the air. Then the blood from the corpses of countless Space Marines rose from the ground, forming a strange array of blood beads. The energy patterns on Angron's power armor began to deviate towards the black hole.
"I wonder if your power can compete with the black hole?"
Victor gently stroked the surface of the device, as if caressing a lover's skin.
His fingertips danced across the control interface, entering an ancient Eldar code.
As the last instruction was completed, the microscopic black hole began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Angron's pupils contracted into two thin scarlet lines.
He could feel his muscle fibers groaning under the terrifying gravity, and the servo system of the power armor screaming in overload.
But what alarmed him even more was the growth rate of the black hole - at this rate, the entire Comoros would be swallowed up in a few minutes.
"You think..." the Primarch's voice was distorted in the gravitational distortion, "that a mere toy like this could kill the Emperor's creation?"
Angron suddenly loosened his grip on the battle axe. Under the astonished gaze of Vector, the Primarch made a gesture of hugging...
Then he suddenly collided his fists together!
"boom--!!!"
Two opposing subspace energies collided in front of Angron's chest, exploding with a supernova-like flash.
The red halo spread out from the original body, fiercely confronting the gravitational field of the black hole.
The fabric of reality began to crack like spiderwebs in glass, and the flow of time around it became chaotic, with some areas speeding up a thousand times and some areas almost standing still.
The shadows of the two people split into countless fragments in the distorted space and time.
Vector was forced to activate his phase shield, his long hair dancing wildly in the energy storm.
The Blackheart King's expression changed from amusement to shock - Angron was actually using his psychic powers to create an anti-black hole!
“Are you crazy?” Victor’s voice lost its composure for the first time. “This will tear the entire webway apart!”
Angron did not answer. Blood was flowing from all his orifices, but a ferocious smile hung on his lips.
The Primarch continued to increase the pressure, completely releasing the dormant Warp Essence within his body.
The moment the two singularities met, the entire Comoros fell silent.
Then there was a burst of pure white light. All sounds, colors, and smells were swallowed up by this light. In this flash that transcended the laws of physics.
