novelaction Chapter 139 Holy Silver
Chapter 139 Holy Silver
When Howard found out that Ivan came to the rescue, he was happy at first, but the happiness only lasted for a short moment, and his heart was shrouded in anxiety again.
People only feel anxious when everything is uncertain.
His original plan was actually very simple, which was to do nothing and let Nurgle or the Legion of Plague come to kill him, thereby forcing out the forces of Slaanesh.
When the two evil forces meet, it will be unreasonable not to fight. Even if Slaanesh only wants to save himself and leave without caring about this great demon Nurgle, I have other ways to make them fight.
But in this way, he would have to return to serve Slaanesh, but at least the people on this planet could be saved.
That's why Howard was able to remain calm and even feel like yawning when facing the Plague Legion's ghost charge just now.
But the appearance of Ivan seemed to bring a turn for the better, and it seemed that there was a possibility of solving the current troubles without relying on the power of chaos.
Deep down in his heart, he was unwilling to use the power of chaos. He knew very well that using the power of chaos was like drinking poison to quench thirst. The power he borrowed now would have to be repaid double in the future, even if he used it with the mentality of exploiting it.
The most thorough manifestation of being corrupted by Chaos is believing that one is harnessing the power of Chaos to achieve one's own goals. Countless self-righteous and arrogant people believe they can harness Chaos, but they cannot hear the sneer of the evil god in the deepest darkness.
But now he only saw the vague outline of hope but not the specific content, so he began to worry.
To put it simply, it seems like he can't die, but whether he can survive is another matter. In order to survive, he has to get up and work.
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After continuous firing, even the small-caliber cannon overheated and had to stop to avoid explosion.
The Great Demon also realized that the other party had the means to hurt him, so he put away his playful mentality and rang the chimes again.
"clang--"
The bells tolled and the rot spread.
The ground beneath the demon's feet quickly aged and crumbled. The stone surface became brittle and porous as if it had been excessively weathered, and even cracked and sank because it could not bear his weight.
The self-propelled forge was also rapidly aging, reaching the end of its lifespan. As the sonic waves, brimming with chaotic power, swept through, rust began to spread from the head of the machine. The black coating on the machine's surface, designed to prevent rust, brittlely peeled away, and the metal beneath it expanded from a smooth, beautiful blue-gray alloy to a brittle, multi-layered oxide layer.
As the rust spread, the steel machine began to collapse because it could not bear its own weight. The metal transmission parts wailed, the connecting rods and supports broke because their strength dropped rapidly and could not meet the requirements. The pressure storage containers burst and bulged, and various engine oils, lubricants and liquid fuels leaked out of the cracks. But even these fuels themselves began to age. They began to become turbid and sticky, and finally became a pool of semi-solidified waste that was as useless as melted wax.
This huge steel machine began to spontaneously collapse inward, and in the process of collapse it further rusted and decomposed, scattering into a pile of reddish-brown gravel.
Ivan watched his masterpiece collapse in the air where sound waves could not reach him. It was his hard work and his companion who had accompanied him for thousands of days and nights, but now he died on the battlefield.
He closed his eyes and mourned for his masterpiece.
After easily destroying this dangerous enemy, the Great Demon looked at the sky triumphantly. Now that the machine has been destroyed, there is nothing in this world that can stop him. He has plenty of time to flatten everything here.
But his pride didn't last long, and the smile froze on his face.
Because He saw a fist-sized ball of hot silver liquid slowly floating up from the pile of red rust, and from that ball of liquid he felt the breath of the holy object that made him disgusted and fearful.
This is the remaining part of Francis's Scepter. After the ground forces' battle ended, Ivan recovered about two-thirds of the original weight of silver. He stored the silver in the furnace core of the self-propelled forging factory, ready to be processed into the required weapons at any time according to the needs of the battle.
The reason why silver is not used to make main guns is because the speed of the main gun cannot be adjusted. If the gun is fired at the speed of the main gun, the silver bullet will deform and explode before it leaves the barrel.
Not far from the big demon, Mavis raised her right hand, and it was she who lifted up the ball of molten silver.
When the self-propelled forge collapsed and the furnace core was exposed, Howard immediately recognized that what was boiling and bubbling in the furnace was molten silver, which in this case could only have come from Francis's scepter.
Mavis also saw Howard's thoughts. Without Howard's reminder or order, she spontaneously used her psychic power to protect the silver paste and prevent it from being contaminated.
"Messiah, are you satisfied with my performance?" Mavis looked at Howard with a bit of pride.
Howard was surprised: "You are not from Chaos?!"
According to previous speculation, Howard almost acquiesced that Mavis had some connection with Chaos, but now her act of using psychic power to lift the Holy Silver directly denied Howard's speculation.
Because this ball of silver paste came from Francis's scepter, which was a holy object worshipped by the imperial priests. Everything related to chaos would be repelled and restrained by it, so the silver missiles and bullets were able to directly break through the protective barrier constructed by the power of chaos.
This does not mean that the Chaos side must not touch it. The particularly powerful beings on the Chaos side are not very afraid of these holy objects, because the attribute restraint can be compensated by level crushing.
But Mavis didn't seem particularly strong in any way. If she was from the Chaos side, and was strong enough to ignore the holy objects, she could just be asked to kill this half-baked demon, because the demon in front of him obviously didn't dare to touch such a holy object casually.
"Messiah, I don't belong to any side." Mavis asked, "What should I do now?"
"Pour it on Him!" Howard answered decisively.
Mavis waved her hand, and the scorching silver paste splashed onto the body of the demon. The demon was too heavy to dodge, so he could only raise the chimes again to defend himself.
Most of the scorching raindrops were blocked by the chimes, making a burning sound, and a small amount fell directly on the big demon. The big demon roared in pain, and the plague army, infected by the big demon's emotions, also began to howl like ghosts and wolves.
After losing the nourishment of the subspace portal, the strength and fighting spirit of these defeated soldiers of the Plague Legion were greatly reduced. If the Great Demon had not forcibly gathered them together, they would have long since turned into a pile of loose sand.
But now that the big devil is in danger, they can't help and can only act as the atmosphere group.
The holy silver burned the filthy things, releasing a large amount of steam. The steam filled the air and obscured the vision of the human side.
Soon, the burning sound and the demon's screams stopped, and Howard, Ivan, and Mavis couldn't help but hold their breath.
"Roar--"
But after a roar, the demon stepped out of the steam. His body was originally an equilateral triangle, but now one side of the triangle was deflated due to the burning of the holy silver. His chimes were also damaged, and nearly half of their area was covered with silver spots.
He was hurt, but it was far from fatal. He was a demon who had lived for countless years, and his chimes were Chaos relics that had helped him win countless wars. How could such a being be killed so easily by a sacred relic of the human side?