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"Have they already cowered in the fortress, shivering in fear? Let's go and hunt for their heads!"

The arrogant voice of the commander of the Sons of Horus was heard in the communication channel. More than a hundred Gastlin Terminators were mixed in the assault force. They were the personal guards of the Warmaster and the most elite soldiers of the Sixteenth Legion.

According to intelligence, stationed on the high wall defense line of the Divining Needle are the descendants of Rogal Dorn and an unknown number of direct troops of the Lion.

But there is no doubt that the number of the enemy will not be large. Horus has attracted most of the false emperor's lackeys to the planet Betagarmon II, and the defense here is empty.

"Foolish lion, do you think you have already won the battle by taking over World No. 2? Foolish!"

"Everything is just the plan of our Gene Father. They are doing exactly what we want them to do."

The commander calmly scanned the surrounding enemies, only to find that the giant artillery batteries and arsenals were empty and the defenders seemed to have evacuated.

A powerful Warp Demon resided inside his armor, and it was using murmurs to indicate the direction in which the defenders should evacuate.

The Sons of Horus began their assault, advancing from the walls into the interior of the Divining Needle Line, these destructive Astartes destroyed all the decorative reliefs in sight as they advanced.

They destroyed everything with bolters that could release fel energy. High walls collapsed, bronze artifacts shattered, and the demons in the armor were hungry for souls. They frantically urged the Sons of Horus to satisfy their desires.

The captain of the Gastlin Terminator walked up to the tightening door. He activated his armor and suddenly burst out with a terrifying force, tearing the alloy door off its hinges. Then he raised his foot and kicked it to the ground.

"Come out and face us! Face the great Son of Horus!"

"Cowardly dark angels, get out!"

With the help of the demon armor, the Gastlins let out inhuman growls in a perverse and violent manner, and terrifying screams mixed with the breath of the warp spread throughout the ancient Astropath monastery.

However, even though they insulted the Dark Angels in this way, they did not receive any response.

"Did these guys from the First Legion really escape?"

The Sons of Horus commander mused to himself that they had always resented the superiority and arrogance displayed by the First Legion.

It seemed that in the eyes of these Astartes who had been hiding in the darkness, the impressive achievements and great exploits of the Sixteenth Legion were meaningless.

And now, when no Dark Angel dared to take a step forward to confront them, this twisted hatred that could not be released tortured their already chaotic hearts.

They have to endure the whispers of the devil all the time, which is not an easy thing.

There are many Sons of Horus who have lost their minds to the whispers of the Daemon, or even completely succumbed to the forces of Chaos.

The vanguard of the Sons of Horus entered the castle hall one by one. The moment they entered, a huge explosion occurred, and the ancient statues recording various historical figures exploded one by one according to the set order.

High explosives were installed in their bodies, and at the moment of explosion, the bronze metal on the outside of the statues was transformed into deadly shrapnel and fired out.

The Gastlins were stunned for a moment; the enemy's counterattack came too quickly, and took advantage of their fleeting moment of underestimation.

Everything was within the Dark Angels' calculations. As soon as they stepped onto the city wall, they had already stepped into the deadly trap set by Grand Master Redros.

The giant arch at the entrance and exit collapsed under the impact of the bomb, and those elaborately carved magnificent boulders fell from dozens of meters in the air, successfully cutting off the connection between the Gastlin Terminator who entered the hall first and the Sons of Horus who followed.

In the midst of dust and fire, the disappeared Redros and his monks appeared in front of the enemy.

He took a step forward slowly, and the finely crafted power axe in his right hand gradually began to glow with a gleaming light, the sharp edge of which was so sharp that it was impossible to look directly at it.

There was no verbal exchange or debate about good and evil. The Grand Master of Terrorwing simply turned into a beam of black light and used the storm shield in his left hand to knock a Gastlin Terminator back staggeringly.

Then, a terrifying scene appeared. Redros's axe chopped down the Terminator's helmet with all its strength, and cut the crotch armor with incredible and terrifying force.

Even the Warp creatures attached to the armor were killed and exiled in the face of the Grand Master's absolute violence. The body of the Son of Horus was split in two while squirming, but not much blood flowed out of his body.

All lights and illumination were turned off, and the Gastlin Terminators were led by the Dark Angels into a deep corridor that was like a pitch-black maze.

The warriors led by Redros were far outnumbered by the Sons of Horus's shock troops, as was clearly seen in their auspex.

The Sons of Horus launched a fierce attack, intending to overwhelm the Dark Angels with their numerical advantage, but they did not realize that when their warriors gathered together, the melta grenades under the stone slab had already reached the end of the countdown.

Redros threw out all the melta grenades and radiation grenades hanging on his body without hesitation, and then suddenly disappeared into the darkness.

An indescribable horrific martyrdom exploded, wiping out all the gathered Sons of Horus, including some wearing Terminator armor.

"Is this your confidence? Compared to a powerful enemy like Ran Dan, you are as simple and weak as a deer grazing in spring."

"Horus became Warmaster because of you? That's too much."

The warriors of Dreadwing demonstrated their overwhelming firepower, and as a torrential rain of heavy bombs and plasma balls fell, the damage to the Sons of Horus became even more difficult to contain.

They just felt that they were not fighting against the Space Marines, but more like a company of Emperor's Poison Blades, or a company of Knight Mechs.

Even the Terminator armor, which is famous for its defensive power, coupled with the powerful defensive power of the Warp Demon Soul, still seems so fragile in front of the overwhelming firepower of Terrorwing.

The ground was littered with fragments of the bodies of the Sons of Horus, not even their complete bodies were left, and among them were only extremely rare bodies of the Dark Angels.

These Gastlin Terminators, who were the most skilled and brutal in the Sixteenth Legion, finally saw what true power was. Their pride was ruthlessly trampled upon and they were told that they were worthless.

The most brutal close combat took place in this dark corridor without sunlight. After a few minutes, Redros, with some blood and burn marks on his armor, stepped on the enemy's corpses and glanced at the empty battlefield.

"The enemy has been completely destroyed, my lord."

This kind of fighting didn't even give the Dark Angels a real sense of enjoyment.

Redros nodded silently, then entered a more secret tunnel and continued to hunt down those intruders who failed to enter the hall.

He followed the orders given by the lion completely, killing all the enemies and defending the divining needle line.

Chapter 524 Let the Galaxy Burn (Please Subscribe)

Grand Master Dreadwing was leading only three hundred Dark Angels veterans, while the rest of the Space Marines had been assigned to various areas of the Divining Needle Line to resist enemy invasions and operate defensive turrets.

The number of Sons of Horus and Gastlin Terminators exceeded one thousand. Such a huge gap in troop strength resulted in the complete annihilation of the Sons of Horus' vanguard.

Red Ross discovered from the data displayed on the tactical helmet screen that forty-two Dark Angel veterans had lost their vital signs.

Apothecaries are already recovering the gene-seed of these Inner Circle monks, and their remains have been brought to the temple for temporary placement.

Although they all knew that they would have a hard time surviving this war, they still repeated the sacred ritual.

"If I had the chance, I would take you back to Caliban."

The Grand Master said secretly in his heart that if this was the only fighting power displayed by the enemy, then they would be able to hold out until Ryan Johnson's large force arrived.

The Dreadwings shuttled through the city walls and corridors, engaging in fierce encounters with the enemy in every corner, defending the glory of the First Legion with pure sword and firepower.

And at this moment, under the hundred-meter-high city wall, a tall figure was slowly walking out of the torn subspace rift.

The Warp healed like a creeping mirror, leaving only the figure of Horus.

He stepped over the burning wreckage of the Titan, passed by the remains of the Imperial Fists Astartes with blades stuck in their bodies. With every step he took, the dark power accumulated on the battlefield surged more and more.

He was just one man, but the aura he exuded far exceeded that of the so-called divine machine. The World Breaker Hammer swayed up and down in his hand, and the Claw of Horus flashed an extremely dangerous arc of light.

He stared at the high wall that merged with the dark sky, saw the huge explosions that occasionally lit up on the wall, and saw his own descendants falling in large numbers at the hands of the dark angels.

“This is not what I wanted.”

The sigh of Horus was as confusing as a storm. It did not sound like words coming out of his mouth, but more like the sound of a warp storm colliding.

He was waiting in the royal court of his Spirit of Vengeance one second ago, and in the next second he arrived on the scorched earth of Betagarmon III.

He will come here in person to complete the final round-up and ceremony.

Many things came to the Warmaster's mind, from Davin's temple to the burning galaxy, and the memory especially lingered for a long time on what happened in the Beta Garmon Cluster.

"I never intended for my legion to attack."

Horus seemed to be talking to a being in the void, or simply talking to himself. Ever since he was stabbed by Leman Russ's Spear of Dionysus, he often fell into this strange state.

Even his most beloved son, Abaddon, felt unfamiliar and frightened of his father's behavior, but they could do nothing.

In front of the Warmaster, a severely wounded Imperial Fists Astartes fell among the corpses of his comrades and enemies. One of his arms had been completely torn apart by the power weapon, but when he saw the Warmaster walking towards him, he still struggled to get up.

This nameless Fist of the Empire wore a bright red feather crown, and his power backpack let out a final, exhausted roar. He used up his last bit of strength to leap from the ground, holding the power sword with activated decomposition field in one hand, and rushed towards Horus.

However, even though his movements had reached their limits, in the eyes of the War Marshal, he was still as immature as a child.

This extremely powerful being didn't even lower his head. Almost as if by instinct, he grasped the power sword with the Claw of Horus, and then gently squeezed it, breaking it into countless metal fragments.

The exploding power sword hit the dark armor but failed to cause even the slightest scratch.

The Claw of Horus closed smoothly and easily pierced the Imperial Fist's chest, severing the ceramsite armor and flesh, and piercing out from the power backpack behind him.

The Warmaster's head was connected to several pipes surging with chaos energy. He held the body of the Imperial Fist and walked step by step to the city wall.

"Father, together we once drove out the ignorant old night age...but you betrayed me and all of us."

"You stole the power of the gods and lied to your sons. You knew the power of the High Heaven existed, but you deceived everyone with a false imperial truth and took that power for yourself."

Horus was filled with grief and anger, for the Emperor, for Mankind, and for his brother.

They were so ignorant, even though they had already been told of the Emperor's evil ambitions. In the dark future, he would sit on the Golden Throne and ascend to become a god amidst the endless suffering and soul sacrifice of mankind.

He felt the presence of his blood brothers, who were rushing over from World No. 2 in a hurry, just to stop him.

"Does Ryan think he has defeated me? Unfortunately, all this depends on my thoughts."

"I have reached another level. Winning or losing has no meaning to me anymore."

The Wolf Shepherd God was like a phantom, a ghost. He easily crossed the high wall and came to the killing field where countless descendants had been killed or injured.

He looked at the bodies of his sons with a strange expression that seemed to be neither smiling nor laughing, but there was no sadness in his emotion.

He is Horus, but not just Horus. At this moment, he has entered a strange state of emptiness and transcendence.

"Humanity has only one chance to revive." Horus found Redros who was killing and easily tore the storm shield in the opponent's hand with his power claws.

"If you can't catch him." Grand Master Dreadwing was blown away by an absolutely irresistible force. His body was imprisoned by an indescribable chaotic force, and the storm shield that was broken into two halves melted like ice.

He took a deep breath, pushed his body stubbornly, and ran towards Horus while holding the power axe tightly.

He knew that he had no chance, but it was better than sitting on the ground and waiting to die.

The Worldbreaker easily crushed the Power Axe, turning it into a cloud of metal debris, and half of Redros' body turned into meat paste.

"Then let me do it all!"

The claw of Horus sank into the Grand Master's chest, killing him just as he had killed the Imperial Fists champion.

Redros's vision gradually became blurred, and endless darkness enveloped his soul. In the last second of his life, he pulled the safety pins of all the grenades on his body.

In a flash, the melta grenades, radiation grenades, phosphide grenades and the most common fragmentation grenades were all detonated. He didn't even expect to be able to hurt Horus in front of him through close combat.

Because he himself is the last bullet fired at the enemy.