Red Dragon: Tricking Demons Was So Much Fun!!

Abaddon was filled with anticipation.

By combining the three divine artifacts, one can possess the Webway Shielding Machine.

In this way, the Webway that humans have repaired can be easily destroyed.

At that time, the Imperium will be a cute little sissy, and he can trample on it however he wants.

The Corpse Emperor's minions could only hum and moan to entertain him, but could no longer stop him.

Vashtorr ordered his mechanical wizards to begin an ancient ritual.

The collected fragments were combined and reassembled into the former Caliban.

However, Vashtorr did not name himself Caliban, but instead named himself Dragonwood Star.

The surface of Dragonwood Star is composed of jagged bedrock.

Above them were countless hellish machines, constantly emitting a deafening roar.

These machines penetrate deep into the heart of the world, with giant pistons the size of cities pounding back and forth with a deafening roar.

A river of blood, suspended with chunks of flesh, was being ground down by giant machinery.

Everywhere was filled with boiling hot steam, spewing out bright sparks.

Lava became rivers, and molten iron turned into streams.

As Dragonwood Star took shape, the Void continuously rippled with energy fluctuations, which spread outwards and created ripples.

"This is blasphemy."

Azrael arrived on the battlefield with the Dark Angels.

He was both shocked and furious when he learned that Dragonwood Star was the former Caliban.

The Lion, however, appeared very calm.

As the lord of Caliban, he had come into contact with the Ouroboros and the Tuchulcha Engine during the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy, and knew some of the secrets of these two artifacts.

The only thing that surprised him was that Caliban was part of the Unholy Engine, rather than the Ouroboros's cage.

Abaddon also immediately noticed the arrival of the Dark Angels.

"Prepare to fight against the Corpse Emperor's lackeys."

The voice of the Despoiler echoed on the Vengeful Spirit's communication channels, and even within the fleet's channels.

"Let us offer sacrifices for this ritual, and let the blood of the Corpse Emperor's minions fill the entire Void."

As soon as the words were spoken, the crew members, corrupted by the power of Chaos, began shouting various blasphemous words and dark oaths.

Abaddon stared at the tactical projector with a cruel smile.

The blood of the Corpse Emperor's minions will be splattered on the surface of Dragonwood Star.

Some terrible things can be resurrected by using the bodies of the dead.

"Prepare the fleet for battle, and have the wizards speed up the ritual. We need to give the Corpse Emperor's minions a big surprise."

One after another, the massive Ark of Omen turned around and aimed their main cannons at the oncoming Imperial Fleet.

The captains, loyal to the Emperor, showed no fear.

They simply made the Aquila Salute gesture, preparing to return to the throne.

Just as tensions were running high and a major battle was about to break out,

Cracks reappeared in the vast, boundless Void.

Players summoned by the expansion arrived from all directions.

One after another, warships painted with unusual patterns entered the battlefield, giving the Imperium's captains a thrill.

The most eye-catching of them all is the "Castigator Titans" from Dora Workshop; they are simply enormous.

Just entering the battlefield, without doing anything, can create a tremendous sense of oppression.

"We will strike, we will shock the gods."

Dora kept waving his arms and shouting to encourage his companions.

They also continuously uploaded photos and videos to the chat channel.

This made players from other Chapter grind their teeth in envy.

After defeating Abaddon, they will definitely regroup and give the arrogant Dora another beating.

The appearance of these colossal warships shocked both the Imperium and Chaos.

"By His Majesty the Emperor, the warship is enormous!!"

"My goodness, is this the Emperor manifesting himself?"

"Emperor..."

"..."

Dora thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.

I prefer seeing other players dislike him but can't do anything about it.

But his happiness didn't last long before it was shattered.

After a long period of silence, the MC Dynasty has arrived with their most outstanding bioengineered creation.

The redesigned Zerg Mothership, and a massive Zerg fleet.

Their size was in no way inferior to any of the Tyranid fleets discovered by the Imperium.

The Bio-ship were densely packed, like a wave, controlled by the mothership.

Control of the mothership is held by several players in the MC Dynasty.

To feed this Zerg Mothership, the MC Dynasty converted several stars into energy sources.

They continuously use stars to produce biomass to sustain the Zerg Mothership's consumption.

However, the Bio-ship brought by the MC Dynasty was not the most shocking thing.

The appearance of the Agricultural Academy was even more jaw-dropping.

"Did these guys go to some fantasy world and dig up the World Tree?"

"I must be half asleep, I saw a tree flying!!"

"I'm seeing things, I must be seeing things."

"..."

The Agricultural Academy's warship was a gigantic ancient tree, as big as an entire planet, with a face shaped like an Aquila.

The fruits that grow are cannonballs, and the leaves are shields; they fly using the Aether Winds.

"Are we followers of the evil god, or are they followers of the evil god?!"

Not only were the players shocked, but Abaddon and other members of the Chaos faction were also shocked.

Today was truly an eye-opening experience, like a knife pulling out a butt.

For a moment, they couldn't figure out who was corrupted by the Chaos.

After seeing the Outsider's warships, Abaddon felt his SAN value plummeting.

"That's insane," Vashtorr said, his face showing disbelief.

These Outsider actually managed to grow warships.

Does science still exist in the universe?

Fortunately, Abaddon didn't have the ability to read minds, otherwise he would have definitely slapped Vashtorr on the back of the head.

Who the hell do you think you are? Trying to study science? Are you trying to betray the Warp?

"Holy crap!!" Dora's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she saw the MC Dynasty and the Agricultural Academy appear.

Compared to such a gifted genius, I'm still too conventional!

"I really should equip the [Castigator Titans] with a few nanomachines-made tentacles," Dora muttered to himself.

The Imperial Fleet and the Chaos Fleet went to war.

The Ark of Omen failed to suppress the Imperial Fleet as expected, and was instead gradually pushed into a disadvantageous position by the Imperial Fleet.

The players' warships look bizarre, but their combat power is incredibly strong.

Once they opened fire, it was a saturation of dense barrages, so exaggerated that the Chaos Fleet couldn't breathe.

Abaddon was no longer arrogant as before, and obediently commanded the fleet to avoid being crushed by the Imperium.

However, no matter how hard he tries...

The battlefield situation is gradually slipping in favor of the Imperium.

Just when it seemed they were about to fall completely into a disadvantageous position, a terrifying storm suddenly erupted on Dragonwood Star.

Cracks Rend open in the surrounding Void, and the radiance of the Warp surged forth, incredibly bright.

Roar!!

A deafening roar erupted.

The Crimson King, Angron, has arrived with his army of Khorne.

Countless demons flew out from the cracks, flapping their scarlet wings, and relentlessly swarmed towards the Imperium warships.

Some demons were also piloting ancient chariots.

The wheels rumbled and rolled through the Void.

It crashed into the Imperium's steel warship, and with a terrible explosion, the warship was smashed to pieces.

When evil appears, the laws of the universe are also distorted.

Many unreasonable things have become reasonable.

Angron was even more terrifying; he used his battle axe to constantly tear open space, moving through the various warships.

Upon encountering each warship, they unleashed a bloody rampage, causing immense destruction.

Some warships also exploded as a result, turning into fireballs in the Void.

"I'll face you."

Realizing the destructive power of his brother, Lion El'Jonson decisively struck.

As the Forest and mist appeared, the Lion vanished before the crowd.

When he reappeared, he stood in front of Angron.

The Red Angel was carrying a player when it saw Lion El'Jonson and roared, throwing the player away violently.

With a bang, the poor unlucky guy turned into a pile of rotten flesh and went to run the resurrection process.

"Let me end your atrocities today, Angron."

Lion El'Jonson let out a deep roar, sword in one hand and shield in the other, and charged toward his former brother.

The two Primarch engaged in a fierce battle.

To prevent the warship from being destroyed, Lion El'Jonson chose an opportunity to activate the Forest and the fog.

After Angron crashed in, he instantly activated teleportation, bringing the battlefield to the surface of Dragonwood Star.

Angron was completely unconcerned about the shifts in the battlefield.

All he could see was Lion El'Jonson's head.

The pain from the Butcher's Nails drove him mad.

Only by taking his own brother's head could he stop the Butcher's Nails from tormenting him.

"Die!" Angron roared repeatedly.

He could only say these simple words.

Endless rage left his mind blank, with only anger and the instinct to kill remaining.

The Lion grieved for his poor brother, pitying his current plight.

But he showed no mercy; no matter the reason, Angron's mistakes were unforgivable.

Too many people died because of him.

The Siege of Terra, and the Imperium's ten thousand years of existence.

Every appearance of Angron is accompanied by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and endless slaughter.

Each time, it's an entire planet, or even a dozen planets, that are slaughtered.

This former King of Gladiators has been completely enslaved by the Lord of Blood.

The only thing Lion El'Jonson could do was end it all.

Let Angron get the death he deserved long ago.

While the two Primarch were locked in fierce combat, deep beneath the planet Dragonwood Star lay a Black Mechanical Temple.

Vashtorr is here, using all the dark wisdom he possesses.

He attempted to integrate the Tuchulcha Engine, Ouroboros, and the Plague Heart into a single entity, and then fuse them into the Heart of Dragonwood that he had reshaped.

Through his efforts, the three divine artifacts merged, forming a black heart that powered the entire Dragonwood Star.

The Webway Shielding Machine used by the Old Ones has reappeared before the world.

"It's a success."

Vashtorr looked excited and couldn't help but want to cheer.

The next second, the Aetheric Energy surged, and a flash of teleportation suddenly appeared.

Before Vashtorr could react, a spear infused with the Soulless Power pierced his body from behind, suppressing his divine power and authority, leaving him weakened.

At this moment, the Alpha Legion emerged from the teleportation flash, and the leader walked to the assembled Unholy Engine.

"It's finally finished."

"Gain control of this thing and set the jump coordinates."

"What do you want to do?" The weakened Vashtorr couldn't even stand up and could only watch helplessly as these Alpha Legion tuned their Unholy Engine.

Alpha Legion, who was in the lead, turned around and walked up to Vashtorr.

"Thank you for your help, Vashtorr."

"If it weren't for you, we don't know how much time we would have wasted assembling the Unholy Engine."

"You deliberately gave us the Tuchulcha Engine?" Vashtorr looked at the Alpha Legion in front of him, wanting to reach out his mechanical arm to grab it, but he had no strength at all.

The Soulless Spear severed his connection with the Warp, rendering him unable to use his authority and power.

At this moment, he was weaker than a little devil.

"Truly intelligent, worthy of being the master of the Soul Forge," the Alpha Legion laughed.

"Who are you? What do you want to do to my Unholy Engine?"

"Please allow me to introduce myself again. I am Red Dragon, a member of the Zuowangdao Chapter." Red Dragon took off his helmet, revealing Red Dragon head.

"As for what to do with this Unholy Engine? Is there even a question? Of course, we'll drive it away."

Perhaps to mock Vashtorr, the other Alpha Legion also removed their helmets, revealing their heads shaped like mahjong tiles.

"Liar!" Vashtorr shouted.

"You're so naive, you'd feel like you're doing yourself a disservice if you didn't lie." Red Dragon shrugged. "You went to all this way to send me Tuchulcha Engine, do you really think you're that charming?!"

"Red Dragon, the jump coordinates are set," a player said.

"Activate teleportation, let's go," Red Dragon commanded.

"No!" Vashtorr looked at the Tuchulcha Engine at its core. "Don't listen to them. Stop the teleportation, and you will gain true freedom."

The human controlled by the Tuchulcha Engine shook his head. "According to the agreement, Red Dragon's authority is higher than yours; he is the one with the highest authority over me."

"Besides, you're not very bright. Such an easy trick fooled you. With that kind of intelligence, you don't deserve to be my master."

Vashtorr: "..."

If you don't want to follow, then don't!

How dare you say such a thing!

With the Unholy Engine activated, the energy fluctuations released by Dragonwood Star rapidly reached an exaggerated peak.

"It's a success?" Abaddon was overjoyed upon learning of the changes on Dragonwood Star.

He immediately recognized Vashtorr as a promising young man, someone capable of great things.

Now that the key has been activated, the Imperium is doomed.

"Show your power!" Abaddon shouted. "Destroy those damned Imperium forces!"

The Imperial Fleet fled Dragonwood Star, fearing the aftershocks of the released energy would destroy them.

The Chaos Fleet was ecstatic, shouting that they would teach the Corpse Emperor's minions a lesson.

Dragonwood Star erupted with intense light, like flames burning.

The surrounding Void kept sinking and curving, and the space itself was also undulating, like a black cloth being torn open and gathered at will.

The entire reality shattered as Dragonwood Star rotated, then carved out a path between reality and Warp before departing.

The excited Abaddon watched this scene, but his smile froze on his face.

Ah!!

No, they just left like that?

"Vashtorr, you liar, where's the engine? Where's my huge engine?"

Abaddon watched the newly assembled Unholy Engine warp away and let out a pig-like squeal.

P. S.: Another chapter. Thanks for your support, brothers.