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Chapter 570 Perturabo: Ryan, I still support you as the War Commander!
The enamel-coated, streamlined missile, its dark green casing slipping from a rounded hand extending from the door, landed with a thud in the very center of the Crimson Angel Conference Room.

A stunned silence spread between the company commander and the battle group leader of the Crimson Angels; neither of them had yet realized what was happening.
All that could be heard after the missile, which was about half a person's height, landed was a rather sweet female voice:

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Exterminate rats? Get a 5 yuan cashback?

What and what is this?

The crimson angels were completely bewildered.

"This bomb will activate its rat extermination program after counting to five. Please take cover in a safe location as soon as possible to avoid being accidentally injured by this bomb."

Kurdus Mor's crimson pupils contracted sharply, though he still didn't understand what was happening.
But clearly this missile is some kind of dangerous weapon, and it must be prevented from exploding.

"five."

Blessed by the Red Angels, Mor's body was much faster than that of a typical Astartes. Before the other company commanders could react, Mor had already reached the Earth-destroying bomb and stretched out his hand towards its enamel shell.

At this point, the countdown to the Earth-destroying bomb had only reached five.

but------

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Hey?
Moore's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He watched as the enamel casing of the Earth-destroying bomb turned crimson in an instant, sensing the boundless power contained within.
His expression of terror flashed for a split second, and he turned to run away.

However, at that very moment, just a second before the Earth-destroying bomb was about to explode, a series of crackling electrical sparks suddenly rang out in mid-air.

The Creator Vashtor unfurled wings that resembled hundreds of sharp metal blades, emerging from the sparks of electricity. At the same time, everything around seemed to lose its color, and time itself seemed to be stuck, unable to turn.
The Tuchucha Engine, one of the three ancient artifacts, then appeared behind Vashtor.
The continuity of spacetime was shattered in an instant, and Vashtor, dragging the Earth-destroying bomb, disappeared into the Crimson Angel's conference hall in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Yun had already used the Earth Destruction Bomb once when dealing with Eribas.

Vashtor knew the power of this terrible creation and had made preparations in advance.
The entire surface of Corinnar was filled with sparks of electricity invisible to the naked eye. These sparks were all a continuation of Vashtor's mind. Once the Earth Destruction Bomb appeared, he could instantly appear beside it and use the Tuchucha Engine's ability to tear apart the continuity of spacetime to throw it outside of Corinnar.

The Crimson Angels' commander, Mor, stared blankly as the Earth-destroying bomb suddenly appeared and then vanished, completely unaware of what had happened. He only felt that he had escaped a calamity.
This must be the power of Saint Gilles — oh?

Moore was surprised to find that the things in front of him were spinning and that his perspective was getting higher.

To his astonishment, a figure almost as tall as Saint Gilles appeared through the red and pink wooden door.

The figure was clad in dark green armor and wore a deep green hood. Holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and shrouded in the shadows of the forest, it resembled a wild beast just emerging from the thicket.
The instant the hooded figure appeared, blood spurted from the necks of all the company commanders of the Crimson Angels, their heads spinning as they flew into the sky.
It was as if, in the blink of an eye, the hooded figure had used his greatsword, gleaming with a sharp, cold light, to sever the heads of all the Crimson Angels company commanders.
Moore's head hit the ground with a thud, but he smiled with relief.
How is this possible?
To single-handedly storm into the Crimson Angels' conference room and easily decapitate them all—it was truly surreal and unbelievable.
This must be another trick by the Master of All Changes, a shameless conspiracy, it's—

The hooded figure appeared beside Moore's head at some point, kicked Moore's head to turn his face toward him, and then stomped on it.

Moor was horrified when he saw the face beneath the hood—eyes hidden behind a thick, lion-like beard. The beard obscured the contours of his face, but it couldn't conceal his sharp, fang-like eyes.
Just being stared at by those lion-like eyes, Moore felt as if everything about him had been seen through, as if all the illusions that had been swirling before his eyes had been torn apart by those eyes.

He was horrified to find that the crimson angels were nowhere to be seen, only a group of headless, highly distorted humanoid bats.
So they really had already fallen. Moore vaguely heard a sharp, mocking laugh in his ear, and tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.
"I repent——————"

Before Moore could finish speaking, the dark green steel boot crushed his head, leaving only a splatter of brain matter. "You do not know repentance; you are merely afraid of your sins," the Lion Ryan El-Jonson said coldly.

Compared to the lion's cold decisiveness, the crimson angels who followed him into Corinnar had much uglier expressions.

These crimson angels were taken away by Captain Finney, disobeying the orders of Chapter Master Mor, before the outbreak of the Battle of Baal, to support Baal.

Most of them were new recruits who had joined the group before the age of fifty and had not undergone a repentance ceremony.
After leaving Corinnar, these recruits remained with Company Commander Finney, fighting alongside Saint-Gilles, and never returned home.
Now that they have finally returned to their home planet, all they see are grotesque corpses scattered everywhere.
Apart from Finney, all the captains and chapter commanders of the Crimson Angels have turned into deformed monsters resembling bats, with a degree of distortion even more severe than that of the former Blood Knights.

"Company Commander, how did the Crimson Angels become like this?" one of the Crimson Angels asked Company Commander Finney, his face pale.

Finney silently watched his former colleagues, his fists clenched.
Saint Gilles sent them as the first force to land in Corinth, and his intentions were self-evident.
He wanted Finney to lead the remaining loyal Crimson Angels and prove their loyalty through their actions, to defend the name of the Crimson Angels.

"The Scarlet Angel is a noble name."

Finney said through gritted teeth:
"This name comes from the Ninth Company of the former Ninth Army Corps, and this name must not be tarnished."

“These monsters are not Crimson Angels; they are traitors. We are the true Crimson Angels.”

"In the name of the blood of Saint Gilles, the Crimson Angels cleanse these monsters that have defiled our home planet."

Ryan Aljonson looked at Finney with slight satisfaction, giving a subtle nod.

Suddenly, Ryan Aljonson's keen senses picked up a buzzing sound of machinery starting up.
Ryan abruptly turned his head, his sharp eyes piercing through the blood-stained marble pillars of the Crimson Angel Fortress Monastery, looking towards a fortress high in the mountains outside the monastery.
At the very center of the fortress stood a colossal war machine, almost larger than a Titan, its prominent cannons gleaming with a supernova-like light that stung Ryan's eyes.
That was an Oberon-class Grand General Cannon, equipped with a massive plasma nova cannon, capable of destroying a hive city, burning an Emperor-class Titan, and wiping out an entire armored legion with a single shot.

Even among the many war weapons in Peturabo's collection, it is one of the most powerful, and this is the origin of this general's cannon.
"Damn it!!" Ryan cursed.
This general's cannon was a gift he personally gave to Peturabo ten thousand years ago.

At the time, Peturabo had not yet openly rebelled. He promised to support Lane as warmaster, deceived Lane with sweet words, and tricked her into handing over several general's cannons, which he then used to massacre the loyalists on the Istvan V and attack the Terra Palace.

Now, Peturabo has actually used the last one of them to attack Ryan Aljonsen himself, which is nothing short of a silent mockery.

The roaring plasma's brilliance burned away the atmosphere, transforming into a beam of light that tore through the clouds, piercing straight towards Ryan El-Jonson's location.

The howling light and heat tore apart the fortress monastery's walls and void shield in the blink of an eye, evaporating the exquisite buildings that the crimson angels had spent millennia constructing. Even the highly distorted crimson angels caught in the blast were broken down into massive molecules.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the entire Crimson Angel Monastery was shredded by a third by this general's cannon, turning into clumps of black ash that were torn apart and then reassembled, falling into the air.

The entire Crimson Angel Monastery was actually a trap set by Vashtor. He knew of the existence of the Anywhere Door and that Imperial troops could easily enter any fortress through it.
In that case, the fortress monastery itself loses its value; it's better to use it as bait.
but,
Within the fortress where the general's cannon was stationed, fallen leaves drifted slowly down from the forest floor, and the faint sound of cold stream water lapping against prehistoric boulders could be heard. The surroundings seemed to be shrouded in the shadows of the forest.
The lion Ryan Aljonsen strolled out of the forest, his sharp gaze sweeping across the scene.
For weapons like the General's Cannon to be used, a large number of mechanical priests are needed to adjust, pray, and appease the machine spirits.
However, there was not a single person in the fortress, and Ryan did not detect Peturabo's presence.

Suddenly, Ryan looked up and saw a Perturabo iron ring robot hovering in mid-air.

Beside this iron-ringed robot, matter was constantly being annihilated, releasing howling lightning that coiled around the warhammer he gripped tightly in his hand.

“I am Mag Radros, the ruler of the material universe, the being the Void Dragon in the Eldar’s mouth, the Devourer of Stars, the Lord of the Blackrock.”

"You demigods, dwelling beneath a physical body of flesh and blood, you brothers have asked me to send you my greetings."

He said: He still supports you as the war commander.

The lion's expression suddenly twisted.

(End of this chapter)