Chapter 804 Chaos Is Not United

"Wait. Where are you going?"

"Hey! Stop right there, you little brat! You can't just lock me up and let me out like this!"

"You bastard! You heartless beasts!"

Luther's screams were stopped by the activated stasis field. He would rather endure the torture of the Dark Angels than endure the passage of time in the stasis field.

The world has changed, and things have changed. Every time he wakes up from the stasis field, it means that he is getting farther and farther away from the era he is familiar with.

Azrael walked out of the cell. He had received enough information.

Luther's sometimes close and sometimes loose connection with the warp influenced the actions of the Dark Angels. Although he was a prisoner, his words were like oracles and could not be ignored.

Decades ago, the Dark Eldar fleet attacked the Monolith Fortress. Their flexible warships bombarded the indestructible ancient technological shield of the Monolith Fortress, and used the illusion of warships that were difficult to distinguish between true and false to attract the fierce firepower of the Monolith Fortress.

An elite force infiltrated the fortress. Instead of being busy robbing slaves and killing people, they frantically searched for the secret room where the dark relics were stored and the dark watcher.

The bodies left by the dark eldar in the stone fortress were enough to cover a football field, but they also successfully captured a dark watcher and a dark yellow piece of paper whose function and material were unknown.

At that time, Azrael asked Luther why the dark eldar did this, but Luther just told him that fate had changed greatly, and everything that was once applicable would be smashed to pieces in the future.

Azrael and Ezekiel talked about fate. Predicting the future is not a rare ability among psychics.

Ezekiel could make passive predictions before he became a think tank. He could see the ending before the crisis happened and change his fate according to his own actions.

But Ezekiel also said that some fate cannot be changed by human power.

For example, when Ezekiel predicted that he would be crushed to death by a collapsed windmill, he only needed to stay away from the crumbling windmill to avoid this fate.

When Ezekiel predicted that he would die on the doomsday of the planet's shattering, the only thing he could do was to find a place where he could die comfortably.

The prophecy Luther gave him at that time belonged to the second type, that the fate that could not be changed by human power was reversed by something more powerful.

This caused Azrael deep concern, which is why he summoned all the Dark Angels' sub-groups around the Monolith Fortress.

Angels of Redemption, Angels of Absolution, Angels of Vengeance, Devotees, Disciples of Caliban, Angels of Contempt.

The sub-groups of the Dark Angels traveled around the Monolith Fortress in a tactical formation, and their leaders knew that the sins of the fallen angels were unforgivable.

The Sons of the Lion gathered here can give people a glimpse of the prosperity and greatness of the Dark Angels during the Legion period. If the High Lord of Terra knew that the Dark Angels had such a calling power for his sub-groups, he would definitely ask Azrael for clarity.

Now these Space Marines are heading towards the Cadia Fortress World under Azrael's orders, assisting in the defense while searching for clues of Cypher.

Plague Squadron, Father's Voice.

A large tree full of pustules penetrated the Father's Voice, the rotten treetops covered the observation windows of the bridge, and the tough and slippery roots entangled the keel of the Father's Voice.

Several pustules trembled and shook, and the Nurglings heard the noise and immediately came over. They climbed up the pustules and jumped, and soon the skin of the pustules was broken by the fierce movements of the Nurglings.

Like the amniotic fluid spit out when life was born, the pungent fluorescent yellow liquid was sprinkled all over the ground. Ge Gu Luo and his brothers were as big as newborn babies. They were sent out with the liquid and then developed rapidly in just a few seconds.

"Hmm." Ge Gu Luo and his plague brothers endured the pain of regrowth, and their bones and nerves were reshaped and then deeply rooted by the disease again.

Itching, pain, swelling, drowsiness.

All the pain they had experienced became unusually clear, and when the mind was numbed by the pain, the development ended.

They shrunk a circle and needed to absorb the life force of the loving father in the nutrient chamber to restore their previous level.

"Uh. I have a headache." Ge Guluo rubbed his head and slowly stood up, "The wolf priest rejected my invitation. He is too stupid, right my brother?"

Ge Guluo's brother has not yet developed the vocal cords, so he can only blow the sticky phlegm inside his throat with air through the breathing of his lungs.

Ge Guluo laughed a few times, and was not frustrated by the failure of this operation. There are still many planets worth spreading the warmth of the loving father, and there is no need to care about the gains and losses on a planet.

The door was pulled up stickyly, and a dark mechanical priest stood at the door. His body was completely transformed by machinery, and his face was replaced by a skull with a long snout. The pipelines shuttled out of the pores of the skull. He looked at Ge Guluo with a pair of crimson electronic eyes.

"Why don't you call for technical support?" The mechanical priest asked.

"Ah. I forgot." Ge Guluo waved his hand casually, hoping that the mechanical priest would make way for him.

"According to the review of the language module, your answer is not credible." The mechanical priest responded coldly, and then he continued to ask with a heavier tone, "Why don't you ask for technical support?"

Ge Gu Luo was a little dissatisfied. He wiped away the eye mucus stuck to his eyelids with his hands and looked at the mechanical priest seriously with turbid yellow eyes.

He didn't like this gear head that looked as cold as steel but was as hot as a furnace.

"What we want to do has nothing to do with you!" Ge Gu Luo shouted,

A few drops of saliva full of germs also sprayed out, and were about to fall on the mechanical priest.

A circle of dark gray halo rose from the back of the mechanical priest's head, and the technological creation called the Corona of the God of All Machines blocked the further invasion of germs.

"According to the agreement we signed, I have the right to ask you questions about technical support. Not to mention that you have failed."

Failure? Ge Gu Luo got angry when he heard these two words. Idiots who don't understand the intention of a loving father always make arbitrary judgments about his offspring.

The offspring of a loving father can never fail. Entropy is inevitable, and the demise of the universe is destined. Ge Gu Luo will not make Nirvana faster if he wins, and will not make Nirvana slower if he loses. Everything is a foregone conclusion. They are busy in the real universe just out of compassion, and they can't bear to see someone being burned like firewood by the human empire.

"If you are willing to send all the degraded bodies stored in the warehouse into the battlefield, this operation will definitely not fail." The mechanical priest continued, and Ge Gu Luo curled his lips impatiently and punched the microphone that kept chattering at him.