vstars Chapter 395 Lord of the Dark Raven
Chapter 395 Lord of the Dark Raven
**Slaanesh Palace, Garden of Pleasure**
Forgrim reclined on a throne woven of silk and bones, four of his six arms caressing a harp made of screaming souls. His body was as perfect as a sculpture, yet twisted like a nightmare—his skin shimmered with a pearly sheen, while eerie bone spurs extended from his spine like the broken wings of some fallen angel.
When Abaddon's hologram appeared in the center of the hall, Prince Slaanesh didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.
"Ah, Little Warrior~" His voice was like poisonous honey, sweet yet corrosive, "Are you here again to beg for my mercy?"
Abaddon's image was distorted by the interference of Slaanesh energy, but his voice remained cold: "The Empire is gathering Primarchs, and the Necromancers are about to launch the Great Reboot. Now is not the time for indulgence."
Suddenly, Forgrim waved his hand, and the strings of his harp severed Abaddon's holographic projection: "Who do you think you are? Horus? Ha... Even if my dear rebellious brother were to be resurrected, he wouldn't let me leave this palace now!"
The image of the War General re-condensed, and this time he directly played a piece of data—
In the holographic image, the Necromancer's world engine is devouring a star, while eighteen points of light are slowly lighting up on the star map in the direction of Terra.
&34;Guilliman has found Vulcan, and Russell is searching for Riemann Ruth. &34;Abaddon's crimson visor is locked onto Forgrim, &34;Once they've gathered half of the Primarchs, do you think Slaanesh can save your soul? &34;
The harp music stopped abruptly.
Forgrim's arm suddenly extended, its sharp nails pressing against the throat of Abaddon's image: "Are you threatening me?"
"I'm stating the facts." Abaddon sneered, "You've been hiding here for ten thousand years, just to escape the Emperor's judgment? But if the Empire is destroyed by the undead first..."
He deliberately left his sentence unfinished. On the walls of Slaanesh's palace, the bas-reliefs of pleasure suddenly twisted into faces of agony.
Fugrim withdrew his arm, his six fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of the throne. The crimson liquid in the crystal goblet reflected his shifting expression.
"What did that stinky guy Mortalian say?" he suddenly asked.
He agreed, provided I provided the coordinates of Nurgle Gardens.
&34; What about Peturabo? &34;
&34; He's still considering it, but he hates Guilliman more than he hates me. &34;
Prince Slaanesh suddenly giggled, a laugh that made the ears of the attendants in the hall bleed: "Interesting~ Very interesting~"
He waved lazily: "Well... let's wait and see~ Come find me again when your other 'good brothers' have all returned~"
A slippery tentacle suddenly coiled around Abaddon's image, bringing Forgrim's face so close it was almost transparent: &34; But if you disappoint me... the Warlord's skull would be perfect as a chamber pot~ &34;
Communication was forcibly cut off.
On the bridge of the USS Vengeance, Abaddon looked at the extinguished communicator and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
The adjutant asked nervously, "Sir, does this mean he... has agreed?"
"He will come." Abaddon turned to look at the star map. "When the Empire is truly on the verge of collapse, these fallen brothers will be more eager than anyone else—"
His fingertips traced Terra's location: "After all, what they most wanted to see... was the complete destruction of everything their father had."
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**Demon World: Necromond**
This world had long been corrupted by chaos; the sky was congealed blood, the earth was composed of writhing flesh, and blasphemous prayers filled the air. Yet now, this realm, which should have belonged to the dark gods, was being devoured by another, purer form of darkness—
**The Shadow of the Crow King.**
Korax spread his jet-black wings and swooped down from the sky, his figure flickering between reality and warp, like a ghost from a nightmare. The Word Bearers' warriors didn't even have time to scream before they were cleaved into pieces by the Shadow Blade; their souls, before they could return to chaos, were utterly annihilated by the Raven King's power.
&34; Luojia—! !! &34;
His roar shook the entire planet, cracked the earth, and caused countless fortresses of the Word Bearers to collapse in the roar.
In the deepest recesses of the planet, within the profane temple, Loka Aurelion—the Primarch of the Wordholders—knelt before the altar, praying frantically. His skin was etched with chaotic runes, and the marks of the four gods swirled around him, but at this moment, these blessings offered him no sense of security.
"Lord...please bless your believers..." His voice trembled as he flipped through the Gospel of Loka in his hands, trying to find a spell to counter the Raven King.
Suddenly, the temple's massive gates silently turned to dust.
The shadows surged in like a tide, engulfing all the candlelight.
"Your god cannot save you." Korak's voice came from all directions, "Ten thousand years have passed, Luojia... it's time for reckoning."
Luo Jia suddenly stood up, and the scepter in his hand, "Words of Truth," burst forth with dazzling chaotic light: "I am the Prophet of Chaos! You cannot kill me!"
He unleashed a bloody curse powerful enough to tear reality apart, but Corax's figure suddenly scattered into countless crows. The curse only shattered a few of them, and the remaining flock of crows instantly reformed into the original body, with the Shadow Blade piercing straight for Luo Jia's throat!
&34; Pfft! &34;
The scepter barely managed to block the attack, but the blade still sliced through Luo Jia's cheek, splattering black blood onto the Gospel of Luo Jia, causing the pages to immediately burst into flames.
"You've changed..." Luo Jia gasped as she backed away. "You're no longer Corax...you've become something...darder!"
The Raven King did not answer; his eyes were completely filled with emptiness, and every feather on his wings dripped shadows. When he swung his blade again, the entire temple began to collapse, as if reality itself was rejecting the existence of this battle.
On the outer orbit of the demon world, the surviving Word Bearer warships are frantically fleeing.
"Activate the warp jump!" a dark apostle screamed. "As long as you hold that monster back—"
His words stopped abruptly.
Outside the porthole, the entire planet Necromond was being enveloped by some kind of black substance, as if being folded shut by the wings of a giant raven. As the last inch of its surface was covered, the planet suddenly collapsed into a singularity, and then—
They disappeared without a sound.
There was no explosion, no debris, only absolute nothingness.
&34; What is that...?&34; The warrior of the Word Bearer collapsed to the ground, &34; That's not our brother... That's...&34;
"Retribution." The captain closed the observation window, "Prepare to broadcast to the entire fleet, we must warn the other warbands—**The Lord of the Ravens has returned.**"
On the journey to the Fenris system, Russell was suddenly awakened from his meditation. The fiery brand on his palm burned fiercely, while the runes on the Godslayer Axe flickered with an unsettling blue light.
"Commander?" Valerian rose alertly.
Russell gazed at the starry sky outside the porthole: "Corax has awakened... and he's hunting Chaos."
Ryan emerged from the shadows, the Imperial Shield trembling slightly: "Good news?"
&34; Uncertain. &34; A golden light flashed in Russell's eyes, &34; The current Raven King... might be more dangerous than Chaos. &34;