Chapter 1181 Is it over...?
The air in the core area of Comoros was still vibrating, and the residual fluctuations of subspace energy filled the communication channel with harsh static noise.
Horus' voice pierced through the chaos, and his fingers wrapped in golden power armor unconsciously clenched the armrests of the throne.
"Angron, how are you doing?"
The Warmaster's voice was rarely tense. On the holographic tactical platform, the projection representing the core area of Comoros was flashing a dangerous red light.
The energy readings that had just erupted there even exceeded the peak value of the main guns of all the Queen of Glorious class battleships.
In the shattered throne room, Angron's breath formed a white mist in his broken helmet.
The chest armor of his power armor had been completely shattered, and the gold fragments had fallen off like scales, revealing his sturdy body covered with scars. Every muscle of the Lord of Red Sand was trembling slightly due to excessive force, and his bronze skin was covered with fine blood beads - those were the traces of capillaries ruptured under the impact of energy.
“Nothing serious,” Angron said in a surprisingly calm voice, as if he was not the one fighting the black hole just now. “It’s just a minor injury.”
His left hand gripped Victor's throat like an iron clamp, lifting the Blackhearted King high in the air.
The gorgeous robes of the Dark Eldar ruler had long been tattered, and the cross-section of his right leg that was cut off by the "Blood Father" was still dripping with purple blood.
Victor's delicate face was distorted due to lack of oxygen, but he still managed a provocative smile.
“Monkey, you…”
“Ka-ba!”
Angron's knuckles suddenly contracted. The sound of his cervical vertebrae breaking was particularly harsh in the silent throne room, like the snapping of a dry branch.
Victor's amethyst eyes lost their luster in an instant, his tongue slipped out from between his slightly open lips, and his head tilted to one side at an abnormal angle.
Angron loosened his grip, letting the body that had ruled Commorra for ten thousand years fall to the ground.
The Blackheart King's body hit the obsidian ground with a dull sound, like a bag of discarded garbage.
"I think the battle is over," Angron bent down to pick up the auspicious instrument that had been thrown aside. The broken display screen flashed with the signals of the advance of various legions. "Everything is over..."
His eyes swept around, and the dome of the entire hall was completely lifted up, revealing the burning sky of Comoros.
Vector's carefully collected works of art of pain lay scattered across the ground, soaked in a muddy mixture of human and eldar blood.
In the distance, the surviving Dark Eldar had begun to flee. They screamed and rushed towards other Webway exits, but they were greeted by artillery fire that had been prepared long ago.
The Lord of Red Sand slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, which was mixed with the smell of blood, sweat, and the bitterness of victory.
Under his damaged breastplate, his reinforced heart was still beating vigorously, pumping oxygen-rich blood to every tired muscle.
"call--"
Angron took off his shattered helmet and let the stale air of Commorragh brush across his scarred face.
He grinned, a grin that made him look like a desert beast that had just finished a hunt.
"It is over, Warmaster."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the communicator. When Horus' voice sounded again, it was with a sense of relief:
"Yeah, it's all over..."
The image of the Warmaster nodded slightly on the holostage, but Angron keenly noticed that Horus's brows were still furrowed, and his eyes unconsciously glanced in the direction of Terra.
"I am concerned about one thing, Angron," Horus said slowly.
“What is it?” Angron asked.
"Remember the prophecy of the Curze brothers? The one that said my father would die."
"Remember, it's just a prophecy. Father also said that prophecies can be changed." Angron said nonchalantly.
Angron bent down and picked up his twin axes. The chainsaw teeth of Blood Father and Blood Son were stained with purple and red blood, and the leather wrapped around the axe handles was already soaked with sweat.
He tore off a piece of Victor's robe and wiped the weapon slowly and carefully.
There was a roar of explosions in the distance - it was the Iron Warriors' siege troops clearing out the last of the resistance.
The golden figures of the Blood Angels stood out in the firelight as they were rescuing imprisoned human slaves.
The Lord of Red Sand moved his shoulders, and his joints made a tired "crackling" sound. This expedition was much longer than he expected, but in the end...
Angron's thoughts were interrupted by a faint noise.
He turned around suddenly and saw that Victor's "corpse" fingers were twitching unnaturally.
The Blackhearted King's lips moved as if he wanted to say something. Angron raised his foot without hesitation.
"boom!"
The gold-rimmed combat boots stepped down heavily, and Victor's head exploded like a ripe fruit.
Brains and bone splattered onto Angron's bare chest, warm and sticky.
“This time it’s really over.”
Angron declared to the empty throne room, his voice echoing through the ruins.
He put on his half-destroyed helmet again and walked towards the exit with determined steps.
There, his warriors awaited the return of their Primarch.
Commorragh was burning, but the flag of the Empire had been hoisted atop the highest point of the dark city.
Before the Comoros' victory cheers had faded, the sky cracked open.
At first, it was just a tiny purple crack, like a flaw on porcelain, spreading silently in the void. The next second, the crack suddenly expanded, accompanied by a sharp scream like shattering glass, and the fabric of reality was torn apart.
Scarlet light poured down from the cracks, dyeing the entire battlefield bloody.
Horus raised his head suddenly, and the eyepiece of the golden power armor helmet automatically focused and locked onto the expanding crack.
On his tactical display, the subspace energy reading instantly exceeded the threshold, and a piercing alarm sounded throughout the command deck.
“No…” The Warmaster’s voice was as low as thunder, and his fingers clenched unconsciously, “Everyone, alert! The webway is broken!”
From the crack, sticky subspace energy gushed out like a waterfall.
The endless legions of Khorne's bloodthirsty vampires were the first to leap out, their brass armor gleaming in the firelight, their axes dripping with the blood of an unknown world.
Tzeentch's pink horrors followed closely behind, twisted spirits emitting piercing laughter and causing the laws of reality to break down wherever they passed.
Nurgle's plaguebringers crawl out of the chasm, dragging their rotting bodies, leaving bubbling ichor on the ground with every step.
The Keepers of Slaanesh slid gracefully into reality, their enchanting figures causing the hundreds of Astra Militarum soldiers closest to them to suddenly cover their bleeding eyes.
"For the Dark Gods!"
The roar of the demon prince shook the world, its six-meter-tall body was made entirely of lava and hatred. As its battle axe swung down, hundreds of millions of demons rushed to the entrance of the webway like a tide.
