Chapter 316. Come On!
Bone swords dripped with fluid, sharp bone spikes growing out along their sides. Rising heat steamed from those flexing spikes, and the bone spurs winding out from the spine seemed as though they had just been released from a cage, expanding and contracting with every breath.
The Shepherd of the Luna Wolves was trembling, his mind a blank.
A massive psychic pressure silently bore down. When true might descended, it was unexpectedly desolate beyond compare. Great squareness has no corners, great music has no sound; everything fell silent, which instead made the surrounding air unnervingly clean and clear.
Everything seemed to pause.
In the distance, Guilliman's eyes were wide, his expression terrified and filled with utter shock. The Emperor wore a hint of a knowing, wry smile. Farther away, Horus stared with wide eyes, his mouth agape as though he wanted to say something.
Drop by drop, warm and reeking blood slid between his fingers—that hot, stinking blood seemed to be the only moving thing within this space... This sensation awakened the Shepherd of the Luna Wolves.
The Shepherd of the Luna Wolves slowly lowered his head, as if he had only just remembered what he had just done, what he had just unleashed.
That immense malice was staring straight at him.
...--?!
Horus opened his mouth, watching helplessly as, within the seemingly frozen time, the figure of the Shepherd of the Luna Wolves swayed slightly. Then, with wide eyes, he fell backward—
The next moment—a massive fountain of black mud spewed forth from that unsealed throne!!!!
Pain.
Despair.
Anger.
Pain, reluctance, anger, vengeance, vengeance, hostility.
It hurt so much...
Darkness, darkness, plunging into an endless sea of agony. He heard them, he saw them, he felt them. How could he not shed tears for