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"Die, traitors!"

The mortal driver's internal organs had been completely shattered, and it was a miracle that he was still alive. As he said his last words with a grin on his face, a strong sense of crisis was giving a crazy warning.

The experience Locke had accumulated during his long war career allowed him to immediately react in the best possible way. He turned the body of his Dreadnought and protected the World Eaters warriors beneath him. He used the Contemptor's Dreadnought to isolate the two.

A horrible material reaction occurred inside the spacecraft. The antimatter that was out of control annihilated the ubiquitous positive matter. In an instant, a huge amount of energy was completely released.

The huge Conqueror almost stopped trembling, and four or five material reactions broke out in its body. This kind of trauma was far more deadly than macro cannons and torpedoes. The overload of the antimatter furnace almost killed it.

Its overall structure can still be barely maintained, but it is impossible for it to continue to participate in combat.

"Brothers quarrel and draw swords against each other."

Locke's dreadnought sarcophagus was torn apart by the aftermath of the explosion, and the Contemptor's iron body was reduced to powder, while he barely maintained his life.

The Astartes he was protecting were still alive, but the World Eaters who got too close were blasted into mud.

Locke, feeling hopeless, watched all this through his still-working electronic eyes. Perhaps... this was what the World Devourer deserved, betrayal, betrayal...

Chapter 57 Auxiliary Army 627th Company

"My brother, your flagship is burning. Are you sure you don't want to go back?"

On the bridge of the Truthbringer, Lorgar and Angron stood side by side. The Nuceria was much more muscular, like one of the Titans in the mythology of ancient Terra.

But his face seemed to always be filled with pain, and a vicious creature called the Butcher's Nail was deeply embedded in the top of his skull.

In the face of Luojia's doubts, Angron waved his hand casually. He turned his head and glanced at his honor guard, the Devourer, without any concern.

"They are nothing but weaklings. The Ultramarines are making their final counterattack, but they can't even stop this kind of attack. I am still so disappointed by them."

Lorgar could sense the loss of the World Eaters who stayed at the entrance of the bridge, following silently.

Their gene-father never looked upon his offspring with favor, and in the eyes of the Nucerias they were not much more noble than lowly mortal servants.

Angron, who grew up in the deformed world of Nuceria, had already formed equally deformed ideas.

"I will go and flatten those annoying guys with my own hands. Only killing and blood can relax my butcher's nails for a while. It is buzzing in my head. I can feel it drilling deeper. These evil gifts given to me by the high-ranking riders have tormented me for decades."

"But I am still grateful for this damn pain, which reminds me of my brothers and sisters, we swore to live and die together, we fought to death for freedom, and we laughed and made those damn slave owners pay with blood.

We were trapped in the mountains of Nuceria, my brothers and sisters lived on my blood, and I fled at the last moment, an ignominious escape."

The souls of the Nucerias were always lost in his homeland, and he paid no attention to his descendants who kept dying on the battlefield.

Those people were nothing more than strangers to him who claimed blood ties, accomplices of the false Emperor who had stolen the power he and his brothers and sisters had fought and died for.

"Brother, the Butcher's Nail has caused you too much trauma. We don't need to slaughter those insignificant planets, but you are controlled by the bloodthirsty impulse. Now go to Amatra. That is the first planet I really want you to destroy."

The Lord of the Word Bearers gazed at Angron, who was conversing with the ghost in his mind. He opened his arms as if he were there again, shouting, roaring, and angrily accusing his former enemy.

He wielded the chainsaw axe, as if returning to the final battle with the high-level rider. The muscles on his face were as sharp as knives and axes, and his eyes were raging with endless hatred and sadness.

"I will save you, brother. I will take back your soul from this evil art. You have endured too much. I will save you." Luo Jia said silently in his heart.

He approached the enraged Angron, as no World Eater would dare.

Because when Angron was first sent back to the Warhound Legion by the Emperor to meet his offspring, he killed all of the legion's senior commanders, including the legion commander - except for the Eighth Company Captain Kahn.

"There is no emotion purer than anger, no ambition more upright than revenge. I feel your pain, my blood brother." Lorgar's tone was like a gentle caress, and light gradually appeared in Angron's confused eyes.

"Yes, revenge. I need revenge." Angron closed his eyes and opened them again. He called over the Honor Guards who showed complete disdain for him and led them to the drop bay to prepare for landing.

On the surface of Amatra, Orfeo watched the green lights on the screen go out one by one. All the wolves had lost contact, which meant that they had all sacrificed their lives for the Five Hundred Worlds.

The Regents swept across the screens. Even if they tried their best to intercept, the enemy's landing could not be reversed. Thousands of World Eaters took the lead, and the Word Bearers followed behind.

"Several of our air defense fortresses have been destroyed by the enemy, and the void shields can no longer operate under continuous attacks. However, the defense lines of several of our large cities are still stable, and the city-level void shields can hold out for a long time."

"I believe Macragge has realized that Amatra is under attack. As long as we persist, we can wait for reinforcements to arrive. Amatra will be the most stubborn nail, firmly nailing the rebels to this star field and unable to extricate themselves."

The power of the Five Hundred Worlds is immense, but it requires a will to gather and coordinate it, turning the scattered sand into a fist. With the home advantage, it will have no problem even fighting against the two traitor legions, the Extreme Marines.

But the same problem is that all this takes time. The Ultramarines are recovering, and those warships and soldiers are gathering from all over the place. The premise of all this is that Amatra can stand.

The commander did not speak, he just scanned everyone's faces with his sharp eyes, his neatly groomed white hair made him look calm and composed, not at all panicked by the enemy's full-scale landing.

As long as Orfeo is there, the sky of Amatra will not fall. He is like a giant pillar, supporting everyone's fighting spirit.

"The enemy has landed at Position 267, and our mortal auxiliary forces are blocking them. The armored forces are rushing to the battlefield, my lord, do we need to mobilize the Astartes troops?"

"Which unit is defending that position?" asked Orfeo.

"627th Company of the Ultramar Auxiliary Forces, sir."

"Wait a moment, we need more enemies to enter the encirclement. The 627th Company is a company of veterans, they can withstand the first wave of pressure!" Orfeo gave the order, and the Extreme Warriors began to prepare for battle.

The ground flattened by the spear of light was covered with ugly charred marks. Everything was burning, even the stones were melted into a pool of ugly crystals by the high temperature.

Those whistling claws of terror and airships fell from the sky, covered by enemy planes and missiles, setting off violent explosions on the mortal positions.

"Shoot, shoot, three o'clock direction! Everyone concentrate fire!" The company commander's voice was transmitted to the ears of each soldier through the communication headset in the helmet.

The roar of artillery fire outside almost tore the air apart, and the terrifying sonic boom could even shatter people's eardrums from a long distance.

The company commander's shooting was very accurate. With the help of the helmet scanning system, he could accurately blow off the head of a World Eater mortal auxiliary soldier from a distance of 500 meters. He stretched out the probe and bird servant on his shoulder, but retracted them in an instant.

"Coordinates delivered! Requesting fire support!"

Five seconds later, artillery counterattacks were heard from the rear positions, with twelve upgraded petrified lizard artillery pieces releasing destructive waves wantonly.

They are more powerful and have a longer range, and even the most experienced veterans are delighted by these lovely big babies.

Amid the dust and smoke, the World Eaters' mortal auxiliaries and the elusive Astartes in scarlet armor were approaching.

They shouted blasphemous slogans, calling for the overthrow of the empire and the destruction of the false emperor. Their superhuman bodies flew across the battlefield, but they fell in large numbers on the road of charge.

Chapter 58 Foolish Courage

After completing the equipment update, the laser guns of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army are no longer the original flashlights.

A laser shot that has been charged for more than three seconds can penetrate the more fragile parts of an Astartes' ceramsite armor, and even an instantaneous sweeping mode is enough to directly penetrate a fragile human body and create a charred hole.

The enemy's mortal auxiliaries were little more than ragged thugs, roaring and screaming, wielding dangerous weapons and wearing little decent armor.

"A bunch of cannon fodder."

The auxiliary army commander of the 627th Company said with disdain, he touched the fine carapace armor on his body, the frosted metal alloy brought a strong sense of security, it was reliable enough at the same time.

A World Eater veteran charging in the front, holding a screaming Chain Axe and his Butcher's Nail humming, a crude replica of a creation from a distant dark technological age, rejoicing in the carnage on the battlefield.

It even proactively reduced the damage to the World Devourer's brain nerves, allowing him to maintain the best condition so that he could better demonstrate his tactical level.

The World Eater's eyes were bloodshot as he used his massive shoulder armor to block the incoming stray bullets. The curved ceramic steel design had always worked in the past, as most solid ammunition and even energy beams would be deflected by the shoulder armor, while the remaining power was enough for the ceramic steel to withstand.

"Dead! Die! Die!"

A roar of blood flowed out from between his teeth, and his tongue tip was bleeding from his own bitten teeth. He savored the taste of his own blood and rushed towards the position that was within reach.

As long as he charged into the position, those lowly mortals would have no chance of standing up to the powerful World Eaters in close combat.

The nerve reaction speed is several times faster than that of ordinary people, which means that the attacks of both sides are completely on a different level.

Mortals simply cannot keep up with the attack speed of the Space Marines, and when the two meet in a narrow trench, it will be the most wonderful massacre.

As the World Eater crossed the trench he had dug, he could feel the frantic firing of the mortals, and their screams of fear.

The ceramic steel armor was rapidly heating up under the continuous laser shooting, and the shoulder armor was red with a melted luster. The properties of the metal were changing, as if it had turned into some kind of war armor made of brass.

He used his chainsaw axe to savagely chop through the iron spikes and thorns that were wrapped around him. Those things were enough to stop a mortal without much armor, but they were nothing to a warrior wearing power armor.

The roaring chainsaw axe is eager to tear flesh into pieces, and its extremely bloodthirsty machine spirit needs the nourishment of blood to function properly.

The next moment, when he was about to break into the trench, a fully armed veteran suddenly emerged from a shooting hole on the side, holding in his hand an incendiary gun that had already been fully charged.

In the network formed by the Aviary's data collection, this World Eater had already been discovered. All enemy Astartes would receive special attention, and the intelligence network would report their movements.

The Carapace's automatic targeting system took control of the circuits before the Space Marine could react, activating this dormant killing machine.

The heat ray was stimulated from the energy pool, and an extremely condensed column of fire spewed out from the muzzle. The flame ray hit the breastplate of the World Eater within 0.1 seconds, and a ball of destructive flames gushed out from the gap in the armor.

The World Eaters' reinforced bodies were burned to ashes in an instant, and the incendiary guns had a near-instant kill effect on armored units, even an Astartes' superhuman body that had undergone 19 transformation surgeries was no exception.

The organic matter was instantly ignited, and the power armor that had lost its carrier and the still-screaming chainsaw axe fell by inertia onto the sandy ground. This veteran of the World Eaters, who had been through many battles, died miserably at the hands of a group of mortals.

"The World Eaters are nothing more than this. With enough supplies, we can hold out here for a year!"

An auxiliary soldier laughed loudly into a microphone, venting the tension in his heart. Killing an enemy like Astartes was an incomparable honor for mortals, and it also helped them vent their hatred for the traitors.

They turned their backs on the Emperor, they chose ignominious treason, they had no honour whatsoever.

Just as he laughed out loud, a scarlet figure appeared from the blind spot of his sight. Another World Eater discovered the death of his brother and had already entered the position.

There was no time to speak or warn. The chainsaw axe flashed like lightning and hit the auxiliary soldier holding the incendiary gun on the shoulder blade. The special alloy was neatly cut by the single-molecule chainsaw, and the violent axe blade chopped off the flesh and bones underneath.

The pain almost overloaded his brain in an instant. His whole body was stiff, as if frozen. He could only watch helplessly as the savage World Eater swung the second axe.

Am I going to die?

His consciousness before death fell into a cursory replay, and he saw the chainsaw axe getting closer and closer.

suddenly.

With a crisp gunshot, the incendiary gun in the company commander's hand and the shoulder cannon on the carapace opened fire.

With the heat ray in front and the metal bomb behind, the horrific combustion reaction occurred again, and this World Eater Astartes also fell where his battle brother died.

The soldier whose arm was chopped off froze in place. He finally reacted and his heavy body fell headfirst into the mud.

"Medic! Stop the bleeding! Take him away, quickly!"

In a blink of an eye, a medic dragged him away. They tied his broken arm with a special medical bandage and injected all the medicine in the carapace into his body. The painkiller allowed the soldier to maintain the most basic sanity.

"I, I, I..." He wanted to say something, but the extreme fear and pain caused his language system to have problems, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Lucky boy, you only lost an arm when you were hit by the World Eater's chainsaw. Normally, you would be completely chopped into pieces by the high-speed rotating chainsaw's single-molecule teeth, turning into flesh and bone scraps all over the ground."

"You survived so you can brag to others that you fought a World Eater without dying, and the enemy died before you."

"That's a World Eater. They were once the proud war dogs of the Empire, but now they have fallen into such a state."