Chapter 851 Don't Call Me Alpharius

The power of the God-Emperor surged, surged, and surged! The whirring sound of the flames even sounded like the banging of drums.

The power of these flames frightened the Void Dragon, and for a moment he thought he was fighting against an Old Saint.

The pressure from Khorne on the other side suddenly eased, and before the Void Dragon could react, he heard Khorne laughing.

"What a match of equal strength! Oh, it was Slaanesh who provoked me. I have something else to do. See you next time! Goodbye!"

"Khorne! You bastard! If you hadn't smashed the barrier! How could this old bastard be so rampant in my core!"

The Void Dragon roared at the scarlet that Khorne had withdrawn. Although he was angry, Khorne's withdrawal at least allowed him to put more power into the confrontation with the God-Emperor.

But the Void Dragon is only a fragment after all, and his decline is fully revealed in the increasingly bright flames of the God Emperor.

If I remain intact. If I don't have so many restrictions on me. If I haven't been starving in the seal for a long time.

No. I can't just fall down like this! I must fight for my freedom! I must not be sealed underground by the God Emperor again!

Priests! Lend me your power!

The call of the Void Dragon transcends time and space, and the mechanical priests who held the requiem ceremony heard the unusual sound of the machine soul that was different from the past.

What is the machine soul longing for. What is the machine soul looking forward to. The master of the machine soul is fighting against some evil existence!

The mechanical priests sprinkled the best engine oil for the information conveyed to them by the machine soul. They all bowed down under the magnificent gears symbolizing the God of All Machines, and praised the greatness and immortality of the God of All Machines over and over again in binary.

Facing the sudden expansion of the power of the Void Dragon, the God Emperor also looked cold. He never wanted to use the power of religion unless it was necessary.

There are far more believers in the God-Emperor than in the God of All Machines. Whether they are the poor people at the bottom of the hive or the nobles at the top of the spire, whether they are the soldiers fighting on the front line or the generals planning in the headquarters, they all live and fight in the name of the Emperor and the God-Emperor.

When the God-Emperor has a thought, his will blooms through the candlesticks and oil lamps in countless churches; his will blooms through the various double-headed eagles hanging around their necks and wrapped around guns.

In a world ravaged by plague, the church has become the last pure land. Countless plague zombies heading towards the church melted and burned under the illumination of thousands of candles, and the inexplicable diseases that have troubled doctors for a long time disappeared in an instant.

Every soldier struggling in the encirclement of zombies felt that his tired body was re-ignited by a ball of fire. Their laser guns without ammunition were as hot as fire sticks, and pulling the trigger could spit out a beam of pure fire.

The desperate soldiers and civilians had infinite hope and gratitude in their hearts. They praised the greatness of the God-Emperor and fought tirelessly into the magnificent church.

When they entered the church, many people realized that the guns in their hands had turned into a ball of hot scrap metal, and their palms were burned with terrible scars.

But this situation only made the soldiers and civilians more fanatical. They were grateful for the mercy of the God-Emperor and kissed the burnt scars on their hands devoutly and humbly.

These beliefs, these mixed beliefs, these fanatical and ignorant beliefs, all poured into the God-Emperor and the Ascension Throne where he sat.

The God-Emperor was not happy about the surge in his power. He only felt that his body was being torn apart in the conflict and twisting of mixed beliefs.

He was shining with golden light, constantly repairing the broken injuries, and trying his best to keep this huge power in a controllable state.

The God-Emperor endured for a long time, and Angron also endured for a long time. Angron was already dying in the escalating flames, and even Orikan, who was spliced ​​with his consciousness, was weak.

"Alas." The God Emperor sighed slowly, knowing that if he continued to accumulate strength, Angron would be wiped out.

He shouldn't bear this. At least not now.

The God Emperor made a decision in a flash. In the Terra Palace, the Imperial Guards guarding the edge of the Golden Throne were excited and surprised to see the Emperor, who was only a skeleton on the throne, raised a finger.

"Back."

The voice condensed by the God Emperor was thunder and storm. Even perfect warriors like the Imperial Guards were thrown out of the door in this impact.

Pointing his finger to the sky, a beam of golden light penetrated the heavy ceiling and the distant void and bombarded Mars directly, bombarding the head of the Void Dragon!

The Dragon Guard was safe and sound under the bombardment of the God Emperor's power, but the Void Dragon, who only had a material body and material concepts, suffered a lot in this psychic power.

The Void Dragon roared and hissed, its silvery metal body changing in a thousand ways, searching for the most perfect structure to reduce the damage.

It was too early. I should have waited a little longer. I should have waited a little longer. Wait until the Mechanicus had completely taken control of the Empire. Wait until Caulta.

In his blurred consciousness, the Void Dragon saw the Deceiver smiling at him.

A disgusting smile. Worse than bacon.

"Don't look at me like that." The Deceiver laughed, "I'm here to help you."

The Deceiver flipped his palm, and an ancient contract appeared in his hand. He slapped the contract on the Void Dragon, and then used his fingers to make a beautiful hexagonal shape.

A huge fortress was revealed through the prism made by the Deceiver's fingers. The Void Dragon stared straight at the fortress and the contract, and many dusty memories were seduced out.

"I seem to remember something. I seem to be with." The Void Dragon said in a daze.

"With what?" The trickster's smile became even more exaggerated, he knew he was just one step away from success.

"With"

Just as the Void Dragon was about to recall the name, an unreasonable voice suddenly exploded in the trickster's ears.

"Stop!"

Time and space were frozen, whether it was the attack of the Light of the Emperor or the conceptual body of the Void Dragon that was constantly changing and flowing, they were all still.

All atoms, molecules, and electrons were firmly stopped on track. This change would only cause the entire universe to collapse and disintegrate, but this doomsday scene did not appear.

In this space, only thoughts can move, or only the trickster's never-ending thoughts can continue to operate.

The trickster saw it, the trickster saw a woman in Cadia's military uniform appear behind him. He also saw the woman's figure and clothes quickly change into a giant in blue armor.

"Alpharius!" The trickster gritted his teeth and thought of this name. He had never expected that this Primarch who had always destroyed his plan would appear here.

"Wrong, it's Aurora."

Aurora charged in stagnation and stabbed the deceiver's chest with the spear in her hand.