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Chapter 674 Can Yuan Zhu be this beautiful?!

The moment the stabber appeared, all the Phoenix Sons were struck as if by lightning, their entire bodies reeling with shock.

These races, who resembled the demon Primarch Vograim, were the beginning of the Emperor's Sons' fall.

The Emperor's son swiftly annihilated the race within a month, adding a new jewel forged in honor to the crown of the Raptors. But what they didn't know was that the Raptors worshipped the Slaanesh.

Forgrim drew the Thorn Sword from the temple where the Thorns worshipped Slaanesh, and was possessed and corrupted by the Slaanesh demon residing there. Fabius Byr also drew inspiration from the Thorns to begin reforming the warriors of the Sons of the Emperor. The entire Legion's corruption can be said to have begun with the destruction of the Thorns.

Or rather, the Thorns race itself was a trap set by the Lord of Thirst for the Emperor's son, Forgrim.

Now that Fabius Bayer had resurrected the Assassin and released him before the Phoenix Son, a surge of rage erupted from Thor's heart, bursting forth like a raging fire. Unable to contain himself, he charged forward, brandishing the Phase Court Sword, and thrust it at the nearest Assassin.

The thorn-like man raised his lowered hands, and beams of molten green plasma shot towards Thor, instantly illuminating the dark battlefield.

Thor flicked his wrist, and the Phase Court Sword, a gift from the Necromancer Zandrek, drew a perfect arc, lying horizontally in front of Thor. The blade collided with the piercing plasma.

Plasma erupted, enveloping Thor in a vibrant emerald light. In the blink of an eye, Thor leaped out of the light, swinging his sword at the stabber's head.

But the stabbing man's reaction speed exceeded what Thor's genetic memory had shown.
The alien's slender yet sturdy upper right arm gripped a bizarre, serpentine blade, twisting as it thrust towards Thor's face.
Thor swung his phase sword to block the attack.
The grotesque, piercing blade clashed with the necromancer's phase weapon.
The Naraman stared at Thor with his compound eyes, his mouth agape, revealing a mammary cavity filled with layers of twisted teeth and a corrosive mucus. At the far end of this cavernous mouth, Thor could vaguely see traces of mechanical modification.

It is obvious that Fabius Bayer modified and reshaped the Thornman.

The thorn-man standing before Thor now, though outwardly similar, had long surpassed the thorn-man race of the past in its essence. In that brief moment, Thor even saw some expressions uniquely human on the thorn-man's insect-like face.
Saul suddenly understood what the stabbing man before him was, and grasped the profound malice within him.

This is one of the new humans that Fabius Bayer was searching for, as Fugen mentioned, and one of Fabius's attempts to replace the old humans.
The piercing mouth began to writhe, revealing the mechanical device inside to Thor—a sound wave generator.

Thor gently pulled the phase trigger. His phase sword flashed slightly, and the necromancer's phase technology warped space, allowing Thor's blade to pass directly through the distorted longsword of the assassin, piercing into the sonic generator before the assassin could react.
With a slight turn of the phase sword, it instantly incinerated the sound wave generator and the piercing brain tissue into ashes.

"These necromancers are really beautiful," Thor thought to himself, then immediately shook his head. "They're not necromancers anymore, they're Iron Man demi-humans."

The Necromancers have now been integrated into the human empire, and Lord Guilliman considers them an extremely advanced and superior race.
They don't need to eat, breathe, or rest; they have extremely high physical strength; there are also a great many of them; and more importantly, they can't run away while carrying buckets or die suddenly. They are simply innate divine bodies for civil engineering!
Most planets within the Empire are actually uninhabitable, and development costs are extremely high. Specialized mechs are needed to develop them, but now that the space undead have arrived, let those mechs and cyborgs take a break.
The lower-level space undead were thus dispatched to the undeveloped, desolate worlds within the human empire to build factories, mine minerals, and produce weapons and supplies.

The lower-level space undead didn't complain much. It's said that when they were still the Fearless Ones, they lived even worse lives, and there were even cases of lower-level space undead going on vacation to nearby hive worlds and treating the lower hive workers' dormitories as mansions.

Thor flicked his sword, swinging the stabber's corpse aside to stop another stabber trying to pounce on him.
The thorny man was struck by the corpse, slowing his speed by a moment. Thor's sword followed, severing the thorny man's head.

"Slaughter for the Primarch!"

"Slay for the Emperor!"

Thor raised his emerald-green sword, which burned like a torch, and roared at the surroundings.

"For the Emperor!"

The warriors of the Phoenix also roared in response, quickly launching a charge and gathering around Thor to form a battle formation.

On the tracks, Fabius Bayer gazed at the battlefield, his eyes focused on Thor.
Not only Fabius Bayer, but also Edoron was staring intently at Thor.

"Tavizzi." Aidoron gritted his teeth, growling out the name.
In Thor, Aidoron saw the shadow of Taviz, the loyal son of the Emperor.

Taviz is a stain on Aidoron's honor in his eyes.
It was Taviz who discovered the Warmaster's and the Emperor's Son's betrayal, escaped from Edoron's grasp to the surface of Istvan III, and delivered the message to the loyalists in advance. This allowed them to evade the two waves of viral bomb attacks, forcing the Warmaster's plan to quickly eliminate the loyalists to fail, and causing him to be bogged down on Istvan III.
It was also during his escape that Taviz delivered the news of the Warmaster's betrayal to Captain Garro of the Death Guard, who then relayed the news to Roger Dorn and the Emperor.
Without Taviz, the Warmaster could easily wipe out the loyalists within the Legion, could effortlessly evade all loyal Legions except the Imperial Fist, and could soar directly into the skies above Terra.

Before the other legions can react, Horus can seize Terra, kill the Emperor, and make the outcome a foregone conclusion.
If we trace back to the beginning, the collapse of the Horus Project and even the failure of the entire Great Rebellion can be attributed to a son of the Emperor named Taviz who remained loyal to the Emperor and Eldoron's failure to destroy Taviz.

"Let me destroy this worthless traitor to the false emperor." Aidoron slightly opened his mouth, and a sticky tone came out of his mouth.

“No.” Fabius Bayer remained unmoved: “He hasn’t acted yet.”

Fabius's gaze was fixed on the high ground of the Phoenix Sons' formation.
The tall, pale-faced warrior with slightly purplish silver hair fluttering in the wind stood calmly in the fierce wind of Murder Star, his hands resting on the Forgebreaker's warhammer, like an unmoving rock in the storm of the battlefield.

He never actually stepped onto the battlefield, as if there were no enemies on the battlefield worthy of his attention.

“He didn’t kill you.” Aidoron stared intently at the clone Fugen, unable to contain himself. Fugen had actually tolerated Fabius cloning him.

“Our genetic father still has a thirst for me,” Fabius said with a confident smile.

Aidoron looked Fabius up and down, staring at Fabius's aged and ugly face for a few seconds.

"You?" Aidoron chuckled.

Fabius didn't care about Edoron's mockery.
"Let me force this kid to make a move first, then you can step in."

"I'm curious to see what level he's reached now."

Aidoron glanced at Fabius: "What's that thing standing next to the clone?"

Fabius paused, then noticed that standing next to Vogrim was an Astartes warrior wearing unpainted, unidentified power armor.
“It’s irrelevant,” Fabius Bayer said nonchalantly.

Fabius did not deny the existence of Champions among the Primarchs, but Astartes itself held no secrets for him anymore, and he was not interested in Astartes.
Now he's only interested in the current performance of the cloned Fugen and the Blood Stack.

Just then, a rustling sound rang out atop the murder star, shrouded in blood, smoke, and wind.

Above the horizon, the figures of five thorn-headed men emerged.

These five thorn-headed men were at least five or six meters tall.
One of its heads has two arms holding a guitar made of pink and gold metal, covered with distorted human and demonic faces. Its two lower arms have been modified into pipes connected to the guitar, while its upper body has been almost hollowed out and transformed into a huge resonating chamber, and its mouthparts have been stretched open, exposing the sound wave generator inside.
The other four stabbing figures have similar appearances, except that the instruments they hold have been replaced with microphones, bass guitars, drum kits, and keyboards.
mi re do! remi! Fa mi re! ! !

do re mi mi re fa mi re! ! !

The keyboardist's fingers glided lightly across the keys, and sharp, melancholic, joyful, bizarre, and extreme sounds suddenly erupted across the battlefield, followed by guitar and drums, and a high-pitched song uttered in some unknown language.
Around them, it seemed as if countless dazzling flashes of light were being generated and then exploding, each explosion accompanied by a deadly noise.
Endless songs surged onto the battlefield like a tidal wave, notes transformed into sharp blades, tearing the air to shreds with sound, and surging waves crashed against reality itself.
Thor was almost instantly thrown off his feet by the sound; he felt the sky and the earth spinning, and when the spinning stopped, he had crashed heavily onto the sand.
He struggled to his feet and saw that the Phoenix Sons who were closest to the five stabbing musicians had been struck directly by the twisted music. The notes were so tightly interlocked that their bodies spun and exploded in the air, raining down drops of blood and flesh.

"By the Emperor!!!" roared a Phoenix Child not far from Thor, "What is this thing?! Do the Arrancar even have such a thing?!"

Thor was panting heavily, but one word popped into his mind.
"The War Singer, the War Singer aboard the Istvan III, is also our old adversary."

Sol quickly realized that Fabius Beyer had combined the War Singers from the Istvan III with the Noise Warriors and the Stabbers to create this twisted and abstract band.

He gritted his teeth, knowing that his comrades were no match for these five monsters.
He had to face the challenge alone; he had to be faster than sound, finding the gaps between the sound waves.
Akulduna, the deceased son of the emperor and the first swordsman, taught him how to be faster, faster than the limits allowed by Astartes.
"You must trust your instincts, not the instincts of your body, but the instincts of your soul, your talents, the talents you had before you were transformed into an Astartes. Just do what comes naturally."

"Just like adding sodium and chlorine to the pot when cooking rice will make the soup saltier, it's about going with the flow and utilizing the inherent nature of things."

Akulduna's teaching ability is about the same as his cooking ability—both are at a level that makes one wonder if he is truly the son of an emperor.

But Sol did manage to learn a tiny bit, mastering some of Akulduna's techniques.
Akulduna can use his inexplicable techniques to keep up with the speed of the enraged Primarch.

Thor couldn't do that, but he could squeeze into the gaps between sounds.
Thor took a step forward, his figure weaving through the sounds, yet he was never defeated by those notes.
He was very fast, extremely fast, so fast that he felt his blood couldn't keep up with the speed of his body's movements.

He dodged the guitarist's C chords, avoided the lead singer's high notes, weaved through the drums' roars, and evaded the keyboardist's godlike combos.

He can do it, he can cut down those four...? Four? Why not four?
Thor was momentarily stunned. His body was thrown over like a falling leaf by a series of almost imperceptible low-pitched sounds.
He was almost stunned, completely unable to comprehend what had happened, until he saw the unassuming, piercing bassist.
A near-imperceptible, renowned bass note burst forth from the bassist's strings, pressing down heavily on Thor, making it almost impossible for him to stand up.
This bassist may not attract much attention, but his arms are the strongest, and the notes he plays are the most powerful, as if he developed them from carrying buckets of water and picking up takeout in the band.

Thor gritted his teeth, while Fabius, watching from above, wore a satisfied smile, awaiting Fugen's arrival on the battlefield.

However, the Astartes beside Fugen, wearing uncolored power armor, nodded slightly to Fugen, then leaped from the tower into the battlefield.
Like a torrential downpour, the notes instantly pressed down on the Astartes, the surrounding ground rumbling and rumbling under their roar, the air being torn apart and splashed with each leaping wave.

But the Astartes took a firm step forward, instantly tearing a gash in the roaring sea of ​​music and the tide of noise. Like an icebreaker, the Astartes pressed forward relentlessly, the terrifying sound waves unable to even cause its body to tremble in the slightest.
There was no skill, no training; it was purely physical strength at work.

Fabius Bayer took a deep breath, awestruck by the astonishing physical abilities and aesthetic beauty displayed by this original Astartes.

"Can a raw casting be this beautiful?" Fabius murmured to himself.

(End of this chapter)