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Chapter 145 Angron? Has Khorne really gone mad?

The remaining high-ranking Bloodthirsty Archdemons, imbued with the warp-destroying power blessed by Khorne, converged from all sides.

This is a terrifying force capable of tearing apart the Empire's defenses head-on and overturning an entire star system.

Seventeen high-ranking demons each guarded their positions and coordinated their attacks, commanding the demon army below to set up an impenetrable killing formation, gradually locking Guilliman and Felus in the center of the open battlefield.

Countless low-level demons transformed into a dark sea of ​​blood, layer upon layer covering the earth, obscuring vision, blocking movement, and continuously harassing, completely cutting off any room for the two Primarchs to retreat slightly and catch their breath.

The division of labor among high-ranking demons is ruthless and deadly.

"Wait, how come these demons reacted so quickly?"

"They severed the connection between the Primarch and the Chapter so quickly?"

Yes, these great demons were cutting through the battlefield from the very beginning of the battle.

"From the very beginning, they were waiting for Guilliman and Feralas to set foot here!"

The players instantly realized that the situation on the entire battlefield had changed drastically in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it, this war is already at an apocalyptic level."

No one can deny the terrifying scale of the battle at this moment.

With the two Primarchs personally present on the battlefield, tens of thousands of Astartes fighting in a bloody array, and seventeen high-ranking Archmages leading millions of demons in a pincer attack—this was already the ultimate battle that could decide the fate of Terra.

The four Bloodthirsty Ones had already rushed to the center of the battle formation. They were pressing forward from the front, raising their slaughter blades that surged with crimson demonic fire, and locking down the front line with their savage and violent force, constantly unleashing destructive slashes that were wrapped in the flames of the subspace.

Several Grand Demons roamed around, attempting to launch the most lethal attack on the Primarch.

The continuous roar of clashing blades tore through the sky, and the crimson subspace surged and raged. Each fierce collision unleashed a terrifying shockwave capable of crushing main battle tanks and tearing apart rocky terrain.

"Is this the Primarch's power?"

Guilliman and Felix appeared to be handling the attack from the Great Demon with ease.

These high-ranking Bloodthirsty Ones are all top-tier warriors under Khorne's command.

They are extremely powerful individually, with their physique, speed, and killing moves all at their peak, enough to engage in a head-on battle with the original entity, a five-on-five contest, or a stalemate for a long time.

The accompanying Astartes on the outskirts of the battlefield were divided and blocked by a great demon leading an endless horde of demons. The number of demons had already reached the point of overwhelming everything.

Amidst the raging flames of war, Guilliman's sacred armor stood firm and unmoved. With his supremely composed defensive techniques and unparalleled tactical prowess, he calmly deflected the relentless and ferocious attacks of several great demons.

The Emperor's Sword precisely parried, skillfully thrust, and deftly deflected the devastating blows from the four great demons in front, and intercepted all the treacherous slashes that attacked from the flanks.

Holding a folding shield and wielding a main battle sword derived from the Human Alliance's standard, Felus single-handedly withstood the combined onslaught of several high-ranking archdemons.

Two Primarchs can handle four or five Greater Demons, but there are 17 Greater Demons here, and more and more will arrive.

Even with Guilliman and Felus giving their all and working in perfect harmony, they could only manage a stalemate, constantly exhausting their stamina under the endless onslaught of the Great Demon.

The fact that two people could withstand several top-tier demons is already beyond the limits of conventional interstellar warfare.

Even a Primarch with an extraordinary physique and top-notch neurological reflexes would find it difficult to withstand such a relentless and layered onslaught of top-tier demons for long.

"No! Father of Genes!" Calgar cried out anxiously as the Ultramarines' chapter and its sub-churches were torn apart by a Greater Demon.

Although Calgar was a legendary chapter leader, he was no match for a Greater Demon. If it weren't for the cooperation of his Ultramarines brothers, he would have been hacked to pieces long ago.

Guilliman's holy armor gradually became covered with fine scratches, then he repaired it, then it cracked, and the surface holy plating was burned off by the flames of the warp.

His arms continued to tremble under tremendous force, his breathing gradually became erratic, and his defensive rhythm was increasingly compressed and restricted.

Feralus's fighting style is entirely different—fierce and valiant.

The Primarch of the Steel Hand was burning with fighting spirit, wielding both his bare hands and weapons, charging forward with terrifying strength comparable to that of a Star.

He neither dodged nor retreated, but instead used his most primal and ferocious physical strength to confront the deadly demonic blade head-on.

The combined benefits of the Purification Protocol and the Human Alliance Psionic Furnace make Feralus's endurance and physical resilience even stronger and more durable.

Wherever the shield struck, the Great Demon's hard, sinister bone armor cracked inch by inch, and its demonic body, formed in the warp, trembled violently. Each collision produced a deafening roar.

He took the initiative to withstand the combined attack of multiple great demons, single-handedly easing the pressure on most of the battlefield, disrupting the demons' coordinated rhythm, and sharing the deadly threat with Guilliman.

However, the sheer number of high-level demons and their endless barrage of attacks ultimately proved insurmountable.

These top-tier demons, capable of going toe-to-toe with the Primarch, are tireless, fearless of pain, and grow ever more ferocious with each kill, their attacks layered upon layer.

Felus's fierce advances were repeatedly interrupted, and his physical wounds continued to accumulate. Deep wounds were torn open in several places on his shoulder blades and arms by the demonic blades, and the golden holy blood exclusive to the Primarch dripped onto the scorched earth along with the scalding flames. The originally ferocious and unstoppable counterattack rhythm gradually slowed down and became increasingly sluggish under the endless cycle of attrition.

The two Primarchs, relying on millennia of shared experience and unwavering understanding, poured out their life's combat skills and ultimate coordination to struggle against the raging demonic tide, becoming each other's bulwark.

However, the overall trend of the war has become irreversible.

The swarming demons relentlessly exerted pressure, attempting to completely sever the connection between the Astartes and the Primarchs, endlessly draining their strength and locking away any possibility of respite or a comeback.

The two Primarchs' physical strength was rapidly depleted. Even with their armor's built-in energy storage and emergency buffer, they could hardly withstand this extreme level of death battle. Under the intense fighting, defensive flaws began to appear sporadically, forcing them to retreat step by step. The temporary outer line completely collapsed, and from the initial stalemate and resistance, they completely fell into a passive and defeated situation, being crushed by top-level combat power.

The battlefield situation was crystal clear and brutal: the demons had gained an absolute and overwhelming advantage in terms of the number of high-end combat forces, the total size of their forces, and their sustained combat endurance.

The area outside Lionsgate is an open wilderness with no natural defenses, no city walls or fortresses to rely on, no orbital fire support, and no fixed defensive arrays. The two Primarchs had to withstand an entire top-tier high-level demon horde on their own.

If they continue to fight to the death here, the final outcome will only be the exhaustion and fall of the two original bodies, and the complete collapse of the last pillar of the human empire.

The empire's only way out at present is to switch to a full defensive posture.

Abandoning the desolate wilderness on the outskirts, the entire army withdrew to the main defensive line of the Terra Palace, relying on the thick high walls, layers of fortifications, fixed firepower arrays, and complete defense system of the royal city to hold out against the enemy.

Only by relying on the Empire's systematic defense built up over ten thousand years can we divide the demon forces, offset the cluster advantage of the great demons, effectively kill the endless demon tide, continuously deplete the enemy's combat power at the lowest cost, and stabilize the overall situation of Terra's survival.

On the walls of the imperial palace, the marshal of the Imperial Guard looked down upon the tragic deadly battle between the two Primarchs against a high-level demon, his heart heavy as if he had fallen into an abyss.

He understood the harsh reality before him better than anyone else.

Facing a main force of demons led by seventeen high-ranking Bloodthirsty Ones whose combat power rivals that of the Primarchs, the scattered garrison outside the city and even the thousands of Imperial Guards under the Mordor were simply powerless to rescue the two Primarchs intact.

The Imperial Guards are all elite imperial troops, handpicked from among the emperor's personal guards. However, facing the relentless pursuit of seventeen top-tier demons and the encirclement and blockade by a massive demonic tide, rashly venturing out of the city to provide reinforcements would only lead to a devastating outcome. Not only would they be unable to break through the demonic formation and help the Primarch escape, but thousands of elite guards would also be annihilated, needlessly sacrificing the empire's last remaining main force of the royal family.

But the two Primarchs are the last remaining spark of the Empire, and they must not perish in the desolate wilderness outside Lionsgate.

In the face of utter desperation, the Imperial Guard Marshal resolutely ordered thousands of elite Imperial Guards to step out of the gilded gates of the palace and charge forward against the boundless sea of ​​blood and demonic tide. With a death wish, they rushed to the battlefield, just to relieve the pressure on the two Primarchs, delay the battle, and create a tiny window of respite.

"The Imperial Guards have been mobilized!"

Those imperial guards who had never left the palace defense line actually mobilized a whole thousand-strong battle group-level imperial guard.

These large, golden corn cobs are very conspicuous on the battlefield.

Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the golden Imperial Guard forcefully cut into the infernal battlefield, using their flesh and blood to block the advance of the demonic tide, and with a do-or-die defense, they tenaciously held onto the low-level demons on the outer perimeter.

The actions of the Royal Guard attracted the attention of several Great Demons, who immediately changed their direction to surround Guilliman and Felus, directly intercepting the Royal Guard who voluntarily left the palace.

Just as the two prototypes were on the verge of exhaustion and their entire army was about to be completely annihilated, a deep, heavy roar of mechanical engines suddenly echoed across the battlefield.

"They're trying to wear down the Primarch to death!"

"The ultimate human wave tactic can really accomplish the hunting of Primarchs."

"Whether it's the Custodian Guard or the Astartes Legion, as long as they can connect with the Primarch, they can turn the tide of the battle."

Although it was a chaotic battle, the Primarchs at this moment resembled two lone war gods fighting their own battles.

"All players with Assault Vehicle piloting privileges, immediately summon your Construct Mechs and join the battle!"

All twenty humanoid beta testers from the Allied Forces have descended upon Lionsgate's main battlefield.

These iron bodies from another dimension come with an ultimate enhancement system that transcends the rules of this universe, with a permanent boost to super reaction speed, danger prediction and locking, and fully automatic avoidance and early warning from the module system.

This almost cheat-like passive ability is a rule-level privilege that neither humans, Astartes, nor even Primarchs possess.

The Primarch's strength stems from his physical body and skills, while the player's strength comes from absolute prediction and unbeatable evasion that transcends the dimensions of the battlefield.

One by one, silver-white metal giants appeared on the battlefield.

The silver-white metal armor was somewhat familiar to the Empire.

"Those power armors are very similar to those of the Primarch!"

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"People's Alliance, Cooperation?"

Many people are speculating about the background of the People's Federation.

While they were still speculating, the situation on the battlefield changed.

"Are they planning to deal with the Great Demon?"

The top players, led by Drooling, immediately formed a precise and ruthless hunting formation, locking onto the Bloodthirsty Demon, whose attacks were the fiercest and most oppressive.

"They don't think that just because they're wearing the same armor as Primarch Feralus, they'll be like Feralus, do they?"

This great demon was just now able to fight Felus head-on, with both sides exchanging attacks and defenses, possessing top-tier Primarch-level combat abilities.

However, all its advantages become ineffective in the face of players' overpowered abilities.

The Great Demon unleashed a rapid subspace attack, with demonic flames filling the sky and slashes covering every blind spot, but the players' anticipation and reaction had already locked onto its every move several seconds in advance.

Regardless of teleportation, instant slash, or unpredictable moves, all killing techniques fail to materialize due to the cheat-level danger avoidance.

With a slight movement, the Iron Man easily dodged the demonic blade that was powerful enough to shatter a main battle tank. Every dodge was extremely precise, without the slightest bit of luck, demonstrating a completely overwhelming battlefield control.

The Great Demon grew increasingly frenzied, unleashing its full power of terror in a frenzied attack, yet it couldn't even touch the player's clothes.

Its pride and ability to rival the Primarch's speed and power are rendered utterly laughable by this unsolvable predictive evasion mechanism.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Great Demon's offensive was exhausted, his mentality was unbalanced, and his weaknesses were exposed, the players' formation instantly tightened.

Several chilling, sharp blades of separation material erupted simultaneously, tearing through the void in a crisscrossing pattern.

Drooling and having exhausted his potential, he unleashed a fighting power far exceeding his usual level.

The unparalleled energy slash pierced through the thick demonic armor without any resistance, penetrating directly into the demon's warp-based core. The malevolent bone armor crumbled inch by inch, and the raging, bloodthirsty warp core was utterly crushed and permanently annihilated in an instant.

The high-ranking Bloodthirsty Ones who were just moments before able to contend with the Primarch were instantly and cleanly hunted down and killed without any cost by several Ironmen.

At this moment, the entire battlefield fell into complete silence.

The Imperial Guards, who had fought bloody battles on the front lines and suffered repeated heavy blows from the Great Demon, stood frozen in place, their pupils trembling violently.

On the high platform of the imperial palace, all the high-ranking officials of the empire, the commander of the imperial guards, and the military nobles held their breath, their hearts churning with turbulent emotions.

They witnessed a scene that defied all expectations.

A top-tier high-ranking demon who could fight the original Primarch to a standstill and refuse to back down was actually crushed and killed without taking any damage by a group of foreign mechanical humanoids with incredible reaction and evasion.

Iron Man easily defeated a formidable enemy that the Primarch could only hold off with a hard-fought battle.

After the initial shock came a chilling feeling and a deep-seated dread.

Everyone in the Empire understood: these iron men did not belong to this battlefield, nor could they be explained by any common sense in this universe. They possessed superhuman strength that defied the rules of combat. Today they hunted demons and saved lives; tomorrow, if their blades turned against the Empire, none could stop them.

This extraordinary and decisive victory instantly traveled through the bloody connection in the subspace, reaching directly into Khorne's dimensional consciousness.

Khorne clearly saw that his top generals, who were comparable to the Primarchs, had not been defeated by Guilliman or Felus, nor by the Imperial army, but by a group of ruleless, unpredictable, and seemingly cheat-like extradimensional mechanical lifeforms.

The top combatants of the Moroccans were wantonly wiped out by an unknown external force, and the rules of combat power were completely trampled on. Khorne's rage instantly broke through the dimensional barrier.

Ordinary casualties could not shake the will of the evil god, but this hunting outside the rules and the absolutely unfair crushing of combat power completely enraged the Blood God.

In order to smooth over this bizarre imbalance of power, crush these extradimensional invaders who transcend the rules, and completely end the Lionsgate battlefield, Khorne, in his rage, directly threw out his most terrifying pawn.

The boiling subspace exploded with a deafening roar, crimson malevolent energy surged skyward and pierced the earth, causing the ground to tremble violently, and the blood-red haze in the sky was completely torn apart by an unparalleled, violent will.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!!!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

A colossal demonic shadow with crimson wings and extreme madness tore through the barrier between reality and the warp, and set foot on the land of Holy Terra.

Felus's gaze suddenly sharpened as he stared intently at the familiar yet ferocious figure.

"Sounds familiar, doesn't it, Guilliman?"

Guilliman's voice was deep and cold, carrying with it a complex mix of emotions.

"Yes, Angron—our betrayed Primarch brothers."

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The Primarch, Angron, summoned by the evil god and enraged by the Blood God, suddenly appeared at the heart of the Lionsgate Bloodbath.