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However, your psychic energy is limited, but my iron army is endless. With the help of the former's beacon, more and more iron men began to be more accurately teleported to the Thousand-foot Light.

Ahriman and the other Thousand Sons warriors who had arrived looked at the increasing number of Iron Men, and suddenly felt the pressure in their hearts become even heavier.

If they were on the surface of the planet, they would not be so passive. Ahriman could even manipulate giant psychic spells to directly destroy these tough metal enemies. But this is their flagship, and using that level of psychic spells would first destroy the Radiance.

This was unacceptable to the Thousand Sons. Since the destruction of Prospero, a large amount of relics and knowledge had been transferred out, much of which was stored in the Thousand Sons.

Ahriman kept dodging, but his helmet visor was still damaged by the fierce attack of the Iron Men. He simply took off his broken helmet and fought and retreated with his fighting brothers.

Just as Ahriman awkwardly took off his tactical helmet.

In the deep pipes of the Radiance, a Broken Hound that had been waiting for a long time finally seized this fleeting opportunity.

Endred Hall pounced out from the blind spot behind him, and he was not even discovered by the Thousand Sons' keen psychic perception.

"For the Emperor, be judged, traitor!"

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There was a fleeting moment of detail as Ahriman removed his helmet, a moment in which his vision and senses were impaired and his own vigilance was at its lowest.

This was the opportunity that the Broken Hound had been waiting for. Endred Hal, who had been lying in ambush in the pipe, flashed by like a black cannonball, and several Black Shield veterans from the Raven Guard followed him.

It was with the help of the Raven Guard that Hal was able to hide perfectly in the dark pipe, and he was even unaware of the psychic perception that the Thousand Sons were emitting all the time.

The Raven Guard's ability to stealth is a combination of skill and talent, and Konrad Curze once envied his brother Corax greatly, for the Raven Lord was truly the shadow itself, while the Night Haunter merely relied on superior skill.

Hal and his old comrades have already mastered the art of stealth assassination, and now the fangs of the furious Broken Hound have struck.

Azak Ahriman, who was reshaping the psychic barrier in mid-air, suddenly felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

His brain instinctively sent out the highest level of warning, as if something extremely terrifying was about to happen.

This was not a prophecy, but the instinctive reaction of an Astartes.

Ahriman was indeed a powerful psyker of great renown, but before that, he was also a battle-hardened Astartes of the Thousand Sons Legion.

There was no time to think about it. The chief wizard released three psychic shields behind him in succession, and at the same time used psychic power to slow down the time around him, slowing down everything.

Not enough! Ahriman's premonition of death still did not disappear. He chanted a strange subspace spell, intending to move himself and his battle brothers to another place.

However, faster than his psychic power was Hal's fist. The Broken Hound, who had been accumulating strength for a long time, burst into a terrifying roar.

It was like the sound of thunder or the roar of a cannon. Hal created a terrifying deterrent with his own flesh and blood body.

All the Thousand Sons present felt as if their brains were about to explode with excruciating pain. Their consciousness instantly became blurred and they were drowsy and unable to think.

Even Ahriman, who had the strongest psychic power, felt as if someone had detonated a subspace shock bomb beside him. Unable to concentrate his will, he naturally could not use the power of ether, which was undoubtedly the most terrifying thing for a psychic.

Hal laughed extremely arrogantly, with endless bloodthirstiness and rage. He was not only happy about seizing the opportunity to attack Ahriman, but also excited that Iron Man could never do this.

The mutual coordination and honing of skills of the Astartes often enable them to perform feats beyond theoretical limits.

The pair of master-level black precision-crafted power fists in his hands shone with incomparably violent power, and the decomposition stance plus his own terrifying power made it like a giant battering ram, smashing through Ahriman's psychic shield as easily as an eggshell.

He was raging, a rage that came from the bottom of his heart. It was completely different from the false rage of the World Eaters that needed the Butcher's Nails to stimulate it. His pure and flawless rage did not affect his calmness at all.

The angrier, the calmer, the stronger.

Rage fueled his strength like fuel, and his will as cold as steel perfectly controlled this power.

He is Endred Har, the last of the Broken Hounds, the final echo of the former Thunder Warriors, and the hunter of every traitor.

In a trance, the Broken Hound seemed to hear a satisfied laugh in the warp space. An extremely huge scarlet figure sat on the brass throne and cast a satisfied look at him.

"Endred Har from the 12th Legion, your heart is boiling with rage, welcome to join the Blood God Legion!"

Countless ancient beings shouted an ancient and mysterious oath in various languages. Hal had no way of knowing them, but he could understand their meaning.

"The boiling hot blood and scarlet anger come from the still-warm corpse; the deep hatred and resentment boil in your lungs, and will lead you to the underworld!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

He even had an extremely strong feeling that as long as he nodded and recited this mysterious oath, he would immediately be able to be promoted from a mortal in the material world to some kind of great existence in the highest heaven.

However, faced with this temptation that was almost at its fingertips, the unruly war dog was disdainful.

He just squeezed out a cold word from the corner of his mouth.

"roll!"

The next moment, the blessing and invitation from the Blood God were torn apart by him without a care. Hal shattered the triple psychic shields in succession and approached Ahriman directly.

Although the being in the Warp was angry that his invitation was rejected, he could not refuse the hateful Warp wizard who was being hunted by a powerful being like the Broken Hound.

Even after being rejected, He still did not give up and stubbornly and forcefully bestowed His blessing.

Such an outstanding warrior was qualified to refuse His invitation.

Hal's black power gloves inexplicably glowed with a brassy light, and a scarlet halo appeared above his power armor. His brain was briefly confused, but he did not find anything abnormal with his body.

On the contrary, his power seemed to be strengthened to a level beyond the past, and Ahriman's powerful psychic energy was melted as quickly as ice encountering a hot blade.

The chief wizard was shocked and immediately recognized that this was the power of the God of War and Blood in the Warp.

Why the hell would the false emperor's lackeys have Khorne's blessing on them? Who is the one who defected to the warp?

Ahriman naturally knew that his genetic father had defected to the camp of the Lord of Change at the last moment of Prospero, and that this blood god Khorne was the one who was most incompatible with the Lord of Change Tzeentch.

But he never expected that this damn Khorne would actually help the false emperor's lackeys.

With the blessing of the Blood God, Hal's power fist tore through the time-stopping stance created by Ahriman like a hot knife through butter.

When the flying bombs and shooting Gauss rays entered the area, they all fell into a strange state of slowness, except for the Broken Hound, which was not affected at all.

His pair of terrifying power fists went straight for Ahriman's head, but were deflected by the chief wizard's psychic power to the shoulder armor and chest armor.

Ahriman really tried his best. He exhausted all his spiritual energy and barely moved the Broken Hound's fist a few feet away.

The scarlet power armor carved with patterns of the Thousand Sons was easily shattered. The heavy shoulder armor was as weak as a piece of paper under Hal's fist. One of the chief wizard's arms was directly shattered by the decomposition force field, and even the strange and gorgeous crown was half shattered by the power fist.

With the tremendous force, Ahriman distanced himself from the Broken Hound, his two hearts pumping rapidly as he narrowly escaped the fangs of death.

The chief wizard no longer cared about his embarrassment. He carefully kept his distance, fearing a close combat with this terrible enemy.

Ahriman was also proficient in close combat techniques and Prospero's swordsmanship, and might not be able to defeat sword masters such as Radolon or Sigismund, but he never expected that someone could force him to not dare to fight in close combat with just a pair of power fists.

The strength of the person in front of him is one thing, and the demon-breaking blessing bestowed upon him by the Blood God is another.

“Who are you? The World Eater?” Ahriman asked.

Endred Har's power armor was painted black, and the original logo and paint were completely invisible, but relying on his intuition, Ahriman concluded that this man must be the son of Angron.

"I am a war dog! Shameful traitor!" Hal continued to roar, and he pounced on his enemy with a terrifying momentum like an unstoppable bull.

Ahriman did not dare to be careless. He released psychic flames, trying to drive back the powerful warrior, but the Broken Hound did not avoid it at all. He used his fist with the Disintegration Field activated to smash the barrier cleanly.

Two powerful Astartes fought each other in the narrow passage of the warship. The deep hatred and rage for revenge required that one of them must be killed to end the battle completely.

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Listening to the powerful enemy in front of him who was releasing his murderous aura without restraint, Ahriman changed his demeanor and faced the Broken Hound with the most serious and solemn attitude.

He began with a standard Prospero greeting and then introduced himself.

"I am Azak Ahriman, Chief Librarian of the Thousand Sons Legion and leader of the School of the Ravens."

The Broken Hound felt sick at the Thousand Sons' feigned politeness. He shook his head in disdain and raised the Power Fist in his hand again.

This pair of terrifying weapons are far more deadly than the Power Sword. The Power Fists can easily shatter armor, flesh and bone. Only a few Astartes can skillfully use the Power Fists as weapons.

Its only shortcoming is that it is too heavy and slow, which means that in extremely dangerous battles, the Space Marines will be unable to effectively defend themselves when attacking their opponents, and often need to exchange injuries with the enemy.

But the owner of this master-grade power gauntlet is Endred Har, who has none of these weaknesses.

Because his power is unmatched.

"My brother, you and I are not enemies." Ahriman said calmly. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to fight with this war dog that was favored and blessed by the Blood God.

Moreover, the distance between them is too close now, which is too disadvantageous for psychics.

If they were in an open area where they could maneuver and create distance, Ahriman would let the enemy know that psychic magic would always be better than crude and crude melee combat.

Wherever there is the power of the Lord of Change, there is the watchful eye of the Blood God. Ahriman does not want to have too much dealings with those Blood God believers whose minds are filled with bloodlust.

Although this captain of the first company and chief think tank did not believe in the Lord of Change, he even looked down on his gene-father's blind faith in Tzeentch.

Ahriman firmly believed that the gods in the Warp would never have good intentions, and he was always careful to guard against the corruption of the Thousand Sons by the forces of Chaos, but the mark on his body undoubtedly belonged to the Tzeentch camp.

When those berserkers who believed in the Blood God rushed forward wielding their giant axes, these guys who hated psychics so much would not tell whether the head in front of them was a believer in the Lord of Change or not. They would only cheer and howl for killing another hateful psychic wizard.

"The hounds of the Skeleton Throne will respond enthusiastically when they hear your name. The Blood God favors you so much. Why do you insist on serving the false emperor?"

"You are a strong warrior, so you should naturally pursue a stronger path."

"Come, throw yourself into our arms, don't you want to see your father again?"

"I believe that the Lord of the World Eaters will be ecstatic to see such a powerful offspring like you." The chief wizard lied. Now Angron has completely turned into the Demon Prince of the Blood God. How could he express his joy?

While Ahriman was secretly preparing a more powerful psychic summoning spell, he tried to win over Endred with words.

He believed that every Astartes had an instinctive attachment and obedience to his Gene-Father, especially those World Eaters who were crazy enough to drive nails into their own heads.

Although he didn't understand why the war hound in front of him was still loyal to the Emperor, Ahriman thought that using the Primarch to impress the Astartes would not be a bad move, right?

He no longer had much time to continue fighting with this war dog. More and more Iron Men were pouring into their flagship. When he saw those black iron puppets holding arc weapons and Gauss rifles, Ahriman felt more and more powerless.

The Thousand Sons' psionic spells can indeed effectively kill these combat-oriented iron men, but even the Sons of Magnus who have surrendered to the Lord of Change cannot use psychic power infinitely.

The power of the Warp is a double-edged sword, which can effectively destroy the enemy, but can also inadvertently destroy oneself.

Every time they cast a psychic spell, it consumed their will and attention. Many Thousand Sons, whose will and psychic power were ordinary, could only use their bolters and power swords to fight the enemy again after their psychic power was exhausted.

Although bolters and power swords are both powerful weapons of Space Marines, they are still inferior to the more useful psychic powers.

Suddenly, as Ahriman's words were heard by the Broken Hound, the powerful Astartes slowly stopped, flexibly closed the decomposition position of the power fist, and then took off the tactical helmet with his fingers.

A wave of hot and humid white air gushed out from the opened seal, revealing the face of a scarred man with a crew cut and an extremely resolute expression.

Hal's calm eyes were like a clear spring. The extremely deep darkness prevented all light from escaping. He just quietly watched Ahriman who was trying to persuade him to surrender.

The company commander felt a little secretly delighted. He didn't know whether Hal would accept his invitation, but at least the other party didn't continue to attack.