Chapter 355: Ex—calibur
Everyone watched those figures.
Until an undeniably powerful force fell from the sky.
It was here!
Without any sophisticated detection equipment, almost all military facilities operating at high capacity sounded urgent alarms one after another.
Fire rolled back.
Storms rose.
They saw ring-shaped air currents unfolding from the sky. The residual warp energy on the surface of Cadia began to concentrate. Those daemons still fighting on the surface exploded in wails, becoming part of something greater.
Half the planet's surface was swept by hurricanes.
Looking down from the sky, it was particularly clear.
A 'great sword' burning with high heat was gradually taking shape.
Almost the entire planet went silent for a moment.
BOOM!
A battleship unleashed all its firepower, but shells and lances vanished into the rolling blood clouds like pellets and needles piercing viscous fluid.
BOOM!!!
A heavily damaged Avenger-class Grand Cruiser from the Calixis Sector, ignoring the Dawnbreaker Fleet Command's plea, chose to use its last bit of fuel to ram the 'great sword,' hoping to disintegrate this attack with the Imperial Navy's customary sacrifice. But it collapsed and disintegrated under the impact of countless warp ripples, its wreckage burning to ashes in the fire.
This was the most transcendent power of the supreme god of the Sea of Souls.
It did not have the power of humanity's doomsday weapons—creations of civilization, crystallizations of wisdom possessed far stronger destructive power—but the creations of civilization could not harm it.
Only individuals, only existences worthy of it, could intercept this power, could stop its wanton destruction.
But where could the humanity of realspace find such a powerful existence?
How to face this? Apart from endless sacrifice, how could such an attack be ended?
Countless people were horrified, while the crazy traitors looked up and cheered wildly, fanatics witnessing the arrival of a miracle.
Blood mist surged, and the 'Sword of Khorne' finally revealed its form in the material universe.
The Blood God had made His move.
Victory or defeat would be decided!
"Who goes?"
Sheltering the souls of the sacrificed, the moment the warp energy completed its concentration, Karna was eager to try.
This was the real test.
He looked at the 'Sword of Khorne' in the sky.
He knew they had to stop it.
If you want to change all this, you must also have the capital to 'play dirty' like the opponent.
"I suggest Master Art goes."
Ramesses reminded: "If you go, Khorne might easily turn the tables, getting angry and going all-in again."
One was furiously preparing to pay a little to satisfy his desires.
The other suddenly saw a collection delivered to his door and gave himself another chance to go all-in.
Ramesses could still distinguish which intensity was higher.
"I will go."
Arthur remained calm as ice.
Although there was no precedent, and no one knew exactly how much power the Evil God could exert.
But at this moment, there was no need for hesitation, nor for anyone to command.
He stepped forward against the wind pressure, stepping on the trembling Drach'nyen.
The daemon sword, still trembling under the suppression of twelve psychic masters, was deeply embedded in the ground, as if several mountains were pressing on it; even moving was a luxury.
Thinking about it, it was still that old saying—
How do you know if you don't try?
He came before everyone.
The scorching wind almost crushed the earth, but beside Arthur, everyone could look up at that figure.
The vortex in the sky rolled and roared.
The Blood God's anger was displayed at this moment, an anger that no civilization or technology could match.
He wanted to kill all this before Him, harvest more skulls, and make these victors bleed more.
He also wanted Drach'nyen, this young but powerful daemon. He had realized the changes in humanity and wanted to hold this power most threatening to humanity in His hands.
Hoo~
The surroundings were calm. An invisible high wall stood quietly there, isolating the noise and cruelty of this galaxy.
Arthur stood up straight.
Arthur raised his sword.
[Power Supply Protocol Initiated. Reality Stabilization System Delegated.]
Light gathered.
The Holy Sword dispelled the darkness.
As if illuminating this Holy Sword were its supreme task, brilliance condensed infinitely, converging into a dazzling beam.
Under this fierce and clear brilliance, everyone was speechless.
[Enhancement Module Construction Complete. Overload Protocol Initiated.]
Arthur's mind constantly performed high-intensity calculations. The combination of C'tan Shards and cutting-edge technology was about to give birth to the most explosive energy output mode.
This was not humanity's prayer, having nothing to do with the tides of the Sea of Souls.
But it carried the wisdom of countless humans. It was Cawl, it was Zahariel, it was the best result constructed by those scientific researchers working day and night on the application of C'tan power in the direction of destruction, the crystallization of their wisdom.
And the battlefield today carried the sacrifice of countless humans. Mortals, Astartes, souls protected or without the chance to be protected, exchanged for countless sacrifices and dedication. They only hoped to receive a true return from a victor.
He would respond to this prayer.
[Overload Protocol Complete. Entering Final Firing Sequence.]
Arthur raised the blade high.
This shining sword would be the tragic and noble dream held in the hearts of all warriors fighting for human survival in the past, present, and future.
He took pride in this will and carried this faith to the end.
At this moment, the King of Knights raised his sword and sang the true name of this sword with endless brilliance.
This is—
Excalibur!
Surging energy expanded, extended, and finally formed a rushing torrent, pointing at the 'meteor' about to fall from the sky.
The sky was split by a thin line. The torrent touched the viscous smoke cloud of the great sword, then crushed it rapidly.
The accumulated warp power was interrupted, and the 'Sword of Khorne' fell at the same moment.
ZING—
Like the calm before the storm, the much-anticipated meteor of heavenly fire collided with the brilliant golden torrent. The world seemed silent for a second, then the turbid sky was pierced by endless light.
The sun seemed to have fallen to the ground, making countless eyes tear up.
Then, endless waves rippled across the sky, and a loud noise like muffled thunder exploded in everyone's ears.
BOOM!!!
Countless people covered their ears. Ripples in the sky unfolded one after another, completely dispersing the heavy smoke clouds.
"My lord!"
Someone shouted nervously. That collision attracted all attention like a magnet.
The confrontation with a god was so heart-wrenching that the battlefield stretching across several sectors was waiting for a result.
Complete victory, or same as before?
Squelch!
Azrael stopped his rolling body with his sword.
Too close. The escaping energy hammered his body like a mallet, scraping away the residual filth on his body.
But he looked up, showing none of the fear and self-doubt of an 'ant' witnessing a miracle.
His gaze locked onto that figure so dazzling under the starlight. He laughed wildly, all the pressure accumulated in his chest dissipated at this moment, feeling that the peak in his heart had added another layer.
Yes, irresistible power is terrifying.
Azrael's eyes were filled with fanaticism.
But when that figure revealed his magnificent appearance in the smoke, that heart never thought of retreating, but was happy, excited.
Future humanity finally possessed true power.
So, can it change?
When the wind blew again, suppressing the dust, when the starlight shone through the clean and clear sky like a blue gem, people who had long been tense to the limit observed the battle situation, operated machines, and checked equipment.
[Warp tides stabilized. Centered on Cadia, within a radius of 12 light-years, warp influence reduced to historical minimum.]
Thump—thump—thump—
Suppressed hearts began to release. Engines, as if updated and injected with fuel never had before, began to roar as never before.
Arthur stood there like a statue. When the warm wind rolled up the cloak behind him like a flying battle flag, he raised the golden-shining blade high and promised the warriors beside him who had fought with him until now:
"Victory."
Surrounding warriors responded.
"Victory!"
The voice spread from near to far, passed from mouth to mouth. Countless voices beat the earth like drums, and 'tsunamis' could already be seen appearing on the horizon.
"VICTORY!!!"
That fighting spirit burned at this moment, forming a prairie fire.
Warriors who had been suppressed for a long time rushed out of the trenches, left the bastions, stepped onto assault boats, and attacked the enemy lines.
Under precise command, they began hunting down those remaining enemies, slaughtering these fallen existences far inferior to them, and began to take their deserved spoils with incomparable high spirits.
Their enemies fled in panic under this power.
Listening to the rapid breathing in his ears, looking at this true army of steel under his command, Romulus smiled.
Laughed aloud.
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