Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

The Empire's strategy almost succeeded, but the huge price paid put Goron in a deadly situation (the cost of the fake Emperor's illusion was no less than the real one). In the dense anti-psychic black stone array fragments, even if the four Chaos vendors came, they could only find trace amounts of flesh and blood tissue.

The orc god only left the emperor with hundreds of treasures, but he used them all up, and still couldn't stop the spread of the injury.

At the critical moment, Goka Mauka no longer cared about the recurring injuries in his body and the pain deep in his soul, and forcibly used the disorder of the subspace to rescue Goron who was about to be killed.

After paying a huge price, he smoothed out the space-time fluctuations caused by the coexistence of the two life forms of the same ancestor, and sent it back to the real universe intact.

After doing all this, Goka Mauka fell into a deep sleep. A large amount of blessings were injected into the emperor's body. The future of the orc race now rested on Goron.

The same goes for the Emperor. He has races to worry about, so he cannot perform many precision operations.

The two emperors fought each other without any fancy moves. The size difference between the two sides was not much at this time, and the psychic wrestling tested the quality and foundation of the weapons.

The running Primarchs took the opportunity to break out in all directions, each looking for the enemy and completing their objectives in the process.

The Phalanx's coverage plunged the area into darkness, with the rivers of molten steel providing little illumination, nor did the trapped stars.

Conrad and Corax sneaked into the darkness, ambushing the orcish middle officers and interrupting the node formation.

Magnus and his astropaths held back the orc psykers, who were unable to support their emperor.

The two streams of light, one gold and one green, kept colliding with each other, but the shock wave swept in all directions, causing huge damage.

This is natural, the Emperor does not want to hurt the Primarch by mistake, and Goron does not want to destroy this giant ship when the Core is not ready. It must die in a worthwhile way.

The Emperor fought fiercely, with heavy but brilliant golden fire energy wrapped around his sword and lightning claws, burning Goron's psychic shield.

What made Ge Rong confused was that the opponent's armor was made of unknown material, and the unknown power inside it had great resistance to psychic energy.

If your psychic power hits it, 100% or even 90% of it will disappear. If you are unlucky, it will ricochet off the surface of the armor and cause all kinds of abnormalities in the core area.

Only the divine weapon bestowed by Brother Gao Mao can leave shallow scratches on the armor, but the scratches will quickly repair themselves.

When a physical attack is launched, it will be fully returned without any delay. You will be fighting against your own attack, and you cannot even use your body skills to dodge the impact of the catharsis.

The plan to exchange injuries for injuries and use the orcs' strong bodies to exchange blood to achieve victory was shattered.

The Emperor was equally shocked. The Orc Emperor's strength was fully supported by the two gods. He also had the power of his entire clan and the advantage of geographical location. His strength here was not much worse than Khorne's.

The battle was extremely frustrating. Each attack of the Orc Emperor had to carry a large amount of psychic energy in order to force the opponent back. The orcs' psychic energy reserves were being wasted at an alarming rate.

In his impatience, Gorong discovered a loophole - the opponent's helmet seemed to be of poor quality.

To verify its hypothesis, it risked being hit several times, and the psychic storm blew across the Emperor's helmet.

As expected, the helmet relies on the protection provided by the energy field formed by the entire armor, and is not a set with the main body.

This matter really requires the Emperor himself to be blamed. As a psychic, wearing a helmet to fight and cast spells is too inconvenient, so he often does not wear a helmet.

Being out of the body for a long time, the helmet remained in the Twin-Tailed Comet and flowed into other dimensions with Orperson and the others, and could not be found again.

The teeth-grinding sound of steel twisting was heard again, and the infrasound waves indiscriminately injured the armor and flesh of both sides of the battle. Some of the weaker warriors fell down, never to get up again.

Those were the bipolar cyclone torpedoes released by the Human Empire, which penetrated the orc psychic shield and began to release heavy nuclear bombs inside, wasting the orc psychic energy.

He forcibly swept away the Emperor's weapon and neutralized his psychic shield. With the psychic energy in his body boiling and his muscles torn, Goron knocked off the Emperor's helmet. However, his ribs were severed, and the golden fire was still lingering, not going out for a long time.

There was a gleam in Goron's eyes, and two green whirlpools covered the emperor's eyes.

It wants to compete with the Emperor in soul will!

Yes, in terms of real combat power, it would cost too much to open a can without good armor-piercing weapons.

If the body cannot be destroyed, then the soul will be destroyed.

The emperor was equally unwilling to be outdone, and he looked into Goron's eyes, with undisguised anger in his eyes.

The unwillingness and anger of the entire orc race, as well as their hope to restore their past, turned into a torrent, creating a huge wave and rushing towards the sun hanging high in the sky.

The golden sun's heat waves gushed out, the will to protect humans collided with the will of the orcs, and then were pushed back.

The Orc Emperor knew that something was wrong. Not only did the enemy retreat easily, but they were also leading the entire tribe's will and power forward.

Sure enough, the golden sun disappeared and endless darkness surrounded Goron.

The twisted madness was like a cancer in the bone, easily penetrating the defenses of their will and beginning to corrode and pollute their souls.

The unbearable pain directly woke up the sleeping Goka Maaka, but the strong soul shock soon overloaded their upper limit, causing them to fall asleep with their eyes black.

The pain was so severe that it woke him up, and so severe that he fell asleep several times. Goka Maokka took advantage of the moments of wakefulness to explode his own skin, using even more intense pain and more source to burn out of the erosion of darkness.

In the battle star, the blood of the Orc Emperor burst out, and the green blood mist enveloped it, and it retreated rapidly.

It didn't know what the darkness that was eroding the orc race was, and yet it was shocked even though it had no fear!

Just as he was about to gain control of his body and change his tactics to counterattack, his psychic premonition sounded an alarm through his burnt neurons.

The moment he fell, Goron's armor exploded, and the release of the power engine caused the emperor to deviate from the predetermined trajectory. One of his thighs was separated in the air wave, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

"Phase Sword!"

The Orc Emperor recognized the weapon mark engraved deep in his soul, the suppression of psychic energy, the cutting of space, which no other weapon could replicate.

A sword that can cut through his flesh and bones that are stronger than adamantium must be a phase sword of fine craftsmanship, or even powered by C'tan fragments.

When he was halfway through his thinking, a barrage of soul-destroying bullets as fierce as a downpour came pouring down, hitting the armor and making a crisp crackling sound like rain hitting banana leaves.

The orcs' psychic powers do not rely entirely on the warp, the physical universe also provides support.

It could not sense the opponent's presence, but relying on its wisdom and many powers, it swung back and shot out with one hand, hitting the sneak attacking assassin.

Malcador's face turned red, he kept coughing, and the laurel wreath on his head was dull. The sneak attack was not very successful, but the cost was still huge.

The emperor was not having a good time either. His handsome face was curled up like meat floss, looking extremely horrifying.

The Beast King, who had held back, did not launch an attack, and both sides recovered from their injuries silently.

“I was wondering how humans could rise so quickly, it turns out there was someone behind it.

Relying on external forces, do you like the Necrons?"

You can maneuver around it, but you can still disgust each other with verbal attacks.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor responded solemnly:

"There is indeed external help, but the reason why humans have come this far is also because of their own willingness to sacrifice. There are heroes who are willing to be chess pieces in exchange for the qualification to become chess players for the survival of the race."

“That means it’s all open source.”

Ge Rong murmured to himself and asked seriously:

"According to (Astartes' Brains), you have destroyed religion and are promoting the Imperial Truth.

Do you know how difficult it is to gather the subjective will in this way?

Aren't you afraid of accidents and the whole clan being wiped out?"

"You can't make do with the basics. Who would use a bad one when there are options?"

"That's right. It seems that the Soul Sea is still a step behind."

Ge Rong took up his battle formation and prepared to attack.

"I have something to say now, or I won't have anything to say later."

Unexpectedly, the recovered emperor said he had something else to say.

"Speaking."

“There is no difference between reality and fantasy, only the paths are different.

In the long run, the best is not necessarily better than what suits you best. "

"Thank you."

The golden and green storms collided, and the two sides fought again.