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Chapter 268 Primarch's Kill Ranking Top - Angron

Of all the Primarch brothers, Loka and Magnus got along the best.

This may be due to some kind of rebellious mentality.

The false emperor forbade Loka from studying "faith" and instead promoted the theory that "the emperor is a god," but Loka insisted on doing so.

The false emperor forbade Magnus from exploring the subspace and from expanding the think tank without restraint, but Magnus ignored these warnings and continued to do as he pleased.

This rebellious behavior fostered a mutual respect between Loga and Magnus, who often communicated remotely in private.

Just like it is now.

"My brother, you look badly injured. How dare the orc emperor wound you like this!"

Magnus growled angrily, his remaining eyes filled with rage.

Loga was bound by chains, sitting cross-legged on the ground, covered in wounds, missing several fingers, his wounds black and rotting, looking extremely miserable.

He raised his head and said weakly:

“Magnus, beware of Ulgrik and his orc army. They have gained immense power from the warp. Don’t linger here too long. They will find you through the changes in the warp.”

Magnus, his expression grave, crouched down and carefully examined Loka's injuries:

"Tell me quickly, where are you? Your descendants are going crazy looking for you. I will tell them your location and rescue you as soon as possible."

Loga responded weakly:
“I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure where I am either. Those orcs injected me with some kind of magic potion that suppresses psionic power. If your psionic power weren’t strong enough, I wouldn’t even be able to sense your messages from the warp.”

“This is troublesome.” Magnus looked around.

His image being here doesn't mean he's actually here.

His vision was limited to what Loga could see.

Since Loka was unable to move and go to other rooms, Magnus was naturally unable to observe other places either.

“I have to warn you, Magnus.” Loka forced himself to sit up, but gasped as the pain from his wound caused him to gasp.

“Urg has a very strange orc boy under his command. He is exceptionally skilled in psionic magic and has mastered incredible alchemical techniques. I personally witnessed him create an alchemical potion with my own fingers. After Urg drank the potion, he became stronger and more robust.”

Magnus's eyes flickered slightly as he pondered and said:

"This seems to be using your fingers as the main ingredient in alchemy to concoct a potion that enhances physical strength."

“Yes, but that orc's strangeness doesn't stop there.” Loka raised his right hand, showing his two missing fingers:
"It uses my thumb to create a potion that strengthens the body, and my index finger to create a transformation potion that can transform into me. The effects of the transformation potion surprised me greatly; the drinker can actually mimic my appearance, tone of voice, timbre, and psionic abilities. I seriously suspect that the Ulanor orcs might impersonate me to do things that damage the dignity of the Empire."

“Then I must inform Terra immediately.” Magnus’s heart sank.

His figure began to flicker, as if a communication signal was unstable.

“Loka…zzzzzz—” Magnus’s voice was noticeably noisy:
"The warp is becoming turbulent; a storm is brewing. *Zzzzz*—I'll relay your message to Terra and the Word Bearers' intelligence. *Zzzzz*—Hold on. We'll get you out of here as soon as possible. *Sizzle*—"

Magnus vanished in a wisp of blue smoke.

Loka chuckled, dispelling his psionic disguise, and the surrounding scenery returned to normal, revealing Zelfix.

“Your acting is as superb as ever,” Zelfix said slowly, preening his feathers.
"Do not forget to return to the High Heaven before the 188th heartbeat. When the 188th heartbeat arrives, you will encounter Anglon as you leave the High Heaven. My Lord's faithful servant, may all things proceed in accordance with the times, I await your good news."

“You will get what you want, Prophet.” Loka bowed slightly.

Zelfix vanished without a trace.

Before long, the Wolf Blade led the Ulano fleet into subspace, leaving behind a chaotic mess.

Conrad Coates's Expedition 85 was completely wiped out, with no survivors.

The bodies of both Space Marines and mortal soldiers were taken away by the Ulanor fleet, and their ships, gunboats, and aircraft were also dismantled into scrap in a very short time and left with the Ulanor fleet.

Thick dust floats in near-Earth orbit, shrouding the entire planet in a haze.

The Ulano fleet destroyed the items that could not be taken with them, resulting in the sight of dark clouds obscuring the sky.

Expeditionary Team No. 85 carries the elite of the Midnight Lord Legion.

Their demise was certainly a loss for the empire, but for Conrad Coates, burdened with guilt, it was also a kind of relief.

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"Thus, Alpharis and Omega temporarily halted the demise of the human empire."

Terra Palace, beneath the Golden Throne.

The father and son sat on the steps and had a long talk.

The emperor had just finished telling a magnificent story.

The story's protagonists are the Alpha Brothers, the most mysterious and antagonistic of the 21 Primarchs.

"The Alpha Brothers stormed into Nurgle's Garden and rescued Elsa, the Eldar goddess of life."

"This action angered Nurgle, and the Alpha Brothers were hunted down. They escorted Elsa into the Webpath, but were severely wounded while intercepting the Nurgle demons."

"On the verge of death, the Alpha Brothers received the aid of the God Emperor and sent me a prophecy at this time."

The emperor paused for a moment:
"I don't need to elaborate on the content of the prophecy. It is nothing more than the great enemy of Chaos stirring up a rebellion in the human empire, instigating conflicts between the Primarchs, and causing the galaxy to burn fiercely in the flames of war."

"I am aware of all this and have made targeted arrangements. The Chaos's plot has failed, but they will change their tactics."

"No matter how they change their tactics, they always try to corrupt and kill as many Primarchs as possible before they can achieve their ultimate goal."

"Father, do you want me to lead the Warhammer Order of the Court of Truth to stop the Great Enemy of Chaos from corrupting and killing my brothers?"

Koz asked with great enthusiasm.

The thought of slaying the demon ignited a fire within him, filling him with boundless energy.

“Yes, child, but not entirely.” The Emperor patted his knees and stood up:
"When I created you, I made a mistake due to some trivial matters, allowing the Chaos Enemy to corrupt the genes and souls of some Primarchs. These Primarchs were destined to betray us. Angron and Forgrim are the most typical examples."

Koz disliked the two Primarchs and felt little emotionally moved by them.

He stood up with the emperor and asked:

"So, which prototypes need protection?"

"All Primarchs except Angron and Forgrim need protection." The Emperor smiled inexplicably.

"That includes Ecovacs Clarks. I know you have some issues with him, but I think you no longer see him as an object of jealousy."

Koz paused for a moment, then smiled with relief:

"Yes, Father."

Conrad Coz, Corvacs Clarks, are the only two Primarchs with long, straight black hair.

They share the same hatred of evil and the same sense of justice.

Koz possesses a cursed precognitive ability and is often tormented by false visions of the future.

Clarks didn't have these concerns and lived a more relaxed life than Coates. He was also better than Coates in punishing evil, helping the weak, and relieving poverty.

In a sense, if Koz hadn't been cursed, Clarks would have been his counterpart.

Kurtz had once suffered from hallucinations, lamenting the unfairness of fate while harboring envy towards Clarkes. The situation was different now.

Coz found the courage to defy his future fate.

He is confident that he can do better and better than Clarks.

"I need you to assemble a Warhammer Order army of at least 100,000 Space Marines as soon as possible. You can discuss all logistical issues with Makado, including manpower, supplies, and ships."

Koz accepted the order and nodded, saying:

“Yes, Father. I have a request. I want to change the planet for recruiting soldiers.”

"Yes, no problem, it's under your control," the Emperor asked.

"What are your plans for dealing with Nostrama?"

Nostramo is the homeworld of the Midnight Lords' Legion.

When Chaos's greatest enemy, Koz, stole him from the Terran palace, he threw Koz onto Nostramore.

Koz originally thought that his arrival in Nostramore was just an accident.

But after hearing his father's story, he realized that it was all part of the conspiracy of the Chaos Enemy from the very beginning.

First, he grants himself the ability to foresee the future, then he distorts the future he sees, and finally, he uses the harsh environment and the deep-rooted evil nature of the people of Nostramamo to force himself to become a psychopath.

Everything was a conspiracy by the great enemy of Chaos.

So, Coz made his decision.

“I want to issue an extermination order against Nostramore and sever all ties with it. But reason tells me that not all Nostramore people are beyond redemption. Transferring the governorship of that planet to Guilliman may be the most appropriate option.”

The Emperor patted Coz on the shoulder:

"Go, child. Macardo is waiting for you outside the palace."

"Yes, Father." Koz knelt on one knee, bowed, and then strode away.

The Emperor watched Koz's departing figure, his facial features softening considerably, as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart.

"Monritt".

"His Majesty."

The black-armored warrior lifted his optical camouflage cloak and approached the Emperor.

"Tell me the whole story of how Loka's head was crushed by the head-exploding technique."

"Your Majesty, this happened very suddenly." Monrit patted the explosive pistol at his waist:
"We fired anti-psychic bullets at Loka. Halfway through the bullets, Loka suddenly froze, his psychic shield vanished in that instant, and his head was crushed by a headshot. We used various scanners to search for the mysterious psychic's whereabouts, but only found residual psychic fluctuations."

Monritt took out his data tablet and opened a document:
"While we were rescuing Lord Koz, we took the opportunity to check the database of Expedition 85. We originally wanted to look at the think tank list of Expedition 85, but we unexpectedly discovered that when Expedition 85 was fighting the Ulanor orcs, an orc privateer fleet appeared on the edge of the battlefield. The leader of this fleet was Big Black Fang, who launched ten boarding ships at the 'Nightfall'. This was the only variable in this battle."

Monritt handed over the data panel.

When the emperor saw the name "Big Black Tooth," a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

If he remembered correctly, wasn't Big Black Tooth tricked to death on a star by Tribunal La Endymion a long time ago?
How come there's another big black tooth popping up here?

A surge of spiritual energy emanated from the emperor.

He activated his prophetic abilities to see Big Black Tooth's current situation and future.

It turned out to be the case.

The emperor understood and dispersed the spiritual energy fluctuations.

"Ignore this orc privateer fleet; their appearance was merely accidental. As for the psionicist who crushed Loka's head..."

The emperor thought for a moment and said:
"Judging from his behavior, he's not with Chaos; he might be an agent of the Secret Cult. For now, let's not investigate his whereabouts. Instead, assist Koz in familiarizing himself with the Court of Truth."

Esoteric Buddhism has unwittingly taken the blame again.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Monritt put away the data tablet and turned to leave.

The emperor gazed at the throne and fell silent.

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"Boss, we've got news!"

The beast excitedly ran into the bridge of the Wrench:

“Kron of the Blood Raven Clan just contacted me. They’ve found out where Angron is in the Goraon sector of the Pacific Region.”

"Oh?" Li Nuo turned his gaze away from the porthole, took the beast's data panel, and carefully examined Kron's information.

Over the past few days, Li Nuo has been immersed in leading his team to hunt down graveyard demons, striving to make up for the points deficit caused by his headshot skill as soon as possible.

He took advantage of the convenience of the internet to spread his informants widely, collecting information about the Primarch in every corner of the galaxy.

Angron and Forgrim have the highest priority, since these two Primarchs are born with the ability to create hybrid bodies.

Li Nuo planned to use a sealing technique to seal their subspace essence within their bodies in the real universe, and then bring them into the Net Path for research.

First, thoroughly study the nature of the subspace before considering how to deal with Angron and Forgrim.

Once we've dealt with these two, we'll go find the other Primarchs.

"Angron is really a madman who can't live without fighting. He's already conquered three alien worlds in a row, and he's not even taking a break. He's already going straight to the fourth one."

Li Nuo marveled at the information displayed on the data panel.

If this Primarch didn't have that nail in his head, I wonder if he would still be as insane as he is now.

"I will ask the high priest to tell Big Black Fang to go and meet with Anglong."

Li Nuo returned the data tablet and continued to monitor the battle in the Netpath Graveyard.

The beast hesitated and didn't leave.

Li Nuo glanced at him. "What's up? Just say what you want to say."

"Hey boss, I'm so tired of smashing things, I want to change things up." Beast said with a sullen face and a melancholy expression.

"Oh, right." Li Nuo scratched his head.

This Beast kid has a fragment of the weirdo's genes; he's not just a simpleton, he's quite emotional.

Other orcs might not feel uncomfortable firing at rubbish all day, but wild beasts would feel like they're doing a butterfly stroke in a cesspool.

To be honest, Li Nuo wouldn't have come to the NetChannel Graveyard to supervise the battle between the orcs and the trash if he hadn't wanted to farm simulation points more efficiently.

He also doesn't like facing ugly, rotten things all day long.

"Alright then. This time you'll go with Big Black Fang's fleet, but you'll have to change your clothes and disguise yourself as one of Big Black Fang's men."

"Waaaaah, all right, boss!" The beast danced with joy, as happy as a five or six hundred-pound child.

(End of this chapter)