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Then another Ultramarines dealt him a heavy shield blow in the face from the side, forcing the Captain of the Eighth Company to stumble back a few steps. His helmet was cracked by the fierce blow, and blood spurted out from the crack like a fountain.

how come?

It was just an ordinary Extreme Warrior. Kahn didn't even see any emblem of honor. It was impossible for such tremendous power to crush him in an instant.

Khârn, the World Eater, is the strongest of the Twelve Legions, second only to the Primarch. Even warriors known for their martial arts such as Daevarus and Kargos are no match for Khârn.

As for those who were stronger than him, they all died on the day they recognized the Father of Genes. No one could defeat Kiel, the former Lord of the Legion, with a chainsaw axe, but he was torn to pieces by Angron without any glory.

Kharn's heart throbbed. Those veterans of the Warhounds, they had all been slain by Angron.

The Butcher's Nails were angry. It was extremely displeased by Kahn's distraction during the war. Those vicious metals kept drilling into the brain tissue, punishing its slave.

“Fight back!” the Ultramarines’ leader shouted.

"This is a trap." Kahn realized it.

Chapter 61 They cheated!

The World Eaters' assault was broken up. They were far inferior to the Ultramarines in terms of discipline and organization. Even their brute force, which was made more ferocious by the Butcher's Nails, was suppressed.

And Kahn confirmed after several encounters:

The strange shape of the power armor worn by the Ultramarines is definitely not any known type of power armor used by the Empire.

It is almost half a meter taller than the Mark 4 extreme power armor and looks like a smaller version of the Iron Cavalry Terminator. Its more streamlined shape is completely different from other Imperial models of power armor, and they don’t even carry power backpacks?

The energy source of the Astartes' power armor is the fusion backpack behind him, which provides the energy supply needed for the electronic muscle bundle and also provides energy for other communication and life support systems.

Without power packs, how did these Ultramarines drive their power armor? And with that horrific power output, it was obvious that their power was far superior to that of the World Eaters.

Unknown things are always frightening, and Kahn is no exception. He is not like those brothers who have been tortured by the Butcher's Nails and have lost all their sanity. His brain is still calm.

"These damn Ultramarines, they have replaced some powerful new armor, and they have set up an ambush here, waiting for us fools to step into the death trap."

The World Eaters who were still trying to tear through the defenses in front of the shield wall fell down in large numbers. The idea of ​​crossing this wall became the most ridiculous fantasy.

The Ultramarines began to fight back. They jumped out of the protection of the shield wall and used their swords and martial arts to show the World Eaters who were the real slaughterers.

The World Eaters were chopped into pieces by the Ultramarines' power swords. The power gap brought by the several times output power was like an insurmountable chasm.

Even though these nail-pierced Astartes burst out with power beyond that of ordinary Astartes under the desperate pressure of the nails, they were still defeated by the Ultramarines equipped with adamantium armor.

Yes, Orfeo deployed hundreds of Platinum-armored Extreme Marines into this trap in order to capture all the enemies who broke into the trap and lost contact with the main force.

It is better to cut off one of the enemy's fingers than to hurt ten of them. What Orfeo has to do is to completely cut off the finger that has stretched too far.

Kahn watched helplessly as his warriors were slaughtered wantonly, one hundred, two hundred, the Thinker screen inside the helmet kept reporting the number of warriors who had lost their vital signs.

[Killed in action][Killed in action][Killed in action]

The axe blow that Kahn chopped furiously on the opponent's armor was bounced back as if it had hit the battleship's golden keel.

The single-molecule serrations on the axe blade wailed in front of the tougher defense. These consumables were all destroyed in a very short time. Now his chainsaw axe was more like a rough iron rod.

"That's adamantium! Damn it! Adamantium!"

Khârn made out the gold beneath the scraped cobalt blue paint, the Ultramarines arming themselves in adamantium, more plausible than Angron smiling in acceptance of his brood.

He angrily pulled the trigger on the plasma pistol in his hand, squeezing out more destructive energy, but when the hot plasma hit the power armor of the Extreme Marines, the energy shield on the surface flashed by, blocking the spread of the plasma.

The plasma gun's machine soul reached its limit, and Kahn threw it out quickly. The overheated plasma just blew him away.

Those cobalt blue figures, who were generally more powerful than the World Eaters, were constantly closing the encirclement. They were in good order and looked like a whole on the battlefield.

Kahn fell into a distracted state again. This was very wrong. The abnormal feeling brought by the entire Amatra troubled the captain of the Eighth Company.

In an instant, Kahn remembered the experience of his genetic father on Nuceria.

When Angron and his brothers and sisters were forced into the mountains by those high-ranking riders and slaughtered by those enemies in neat battle formations, was it the same as it is now?

Kharn and his World Eaters were like gladiators backed into a corner, armed only with short swords and flimsy leather armor, while organized shield-bearing soldiers were crushing them, using the ways of war to crush these guerrillas.

This feeling of powerlessness made Kahn have a deeper empathy for Angron's past experience. It was the generation gap in equipment, it was a complete crushing, some gladiators who relied on their personal strength and were complacent were slaughtered by an army that was proficient in battlefield cooperation.

Khan tried to stand up. The number of warriors under his command was getting smaller and smaller. At the beginning, it was the World Eaters who surrounded the Ultramarines, but now the situation was reversed and the World Eaters had been surrounded by the Ultramarines.

The encirclement had been closed. Kahn looked towards the position in the rear, where there was only a sea of ​​cobalt blue figures, while the mortal troops and reinforcements of the World Eaters were stubbornly blocked in the rear.

A heavy bomb hit Kahn's shin. The huge explosive force penetrated his leg armor, causing his shin to vibrate continuously at a high frequency, almost tearing his muscles and bones apart, preventing him from wanting to stand up again.

Another explosive bomb hit the helmet. His already broken helmet played a final role. The curved metal deflected the trajectory of the explosive bomb, so that Kahn's head did not suddenly explode like some kind of fruit called watermelon in Ancient Terra.

But his head was also bleeding profusely, his skull was shattered, and his Butcher's Nails were affected. The metal roots deep in his brain were stirring his brain matter. The unspeakable pain tore his sanity apart, and under the torture of the double pain, the Eighth Company Captain knelt on the ground.

Numbness continued to come, even covering up the pain. His shoulder armor was torn apart piece by piece. Kahn looked up at the enemy who kept shooting at him.

His bloodshot eyes seemed to want to tear the enemy to pieces completely, but he couldn't do it. His armor was on the verge of breaking, and the weapons in his hands had already broken down.

A strong premonition told Kahn that his war career might be over.

What else could save him from the Ultramarines? Could he rely on the Primarch who scorned the World Eaters?

Kh'rn knew that Angron cared nothing for the World Eaters, and that he directed his anger and resentment towards the Emperor upon his own children, with only his Nuceria brothers and sisters in his sight now reduced to the dead.

No, Khârn recalled his former brothers loyal to the Emperor who had been purged on Isstvan III, War Dogs rather than World Eaters.

They charged at their Primarch in rage, and were slaughtered one by one by Angron, but in the end, there was no more anger in Angron's heart.

The warhounds that dared to charge him and kill him were more like Angron's brothers and sisters.

Perhaps in Angron's eyes, those were his true descendants, rather than those fools who had driven themselves into trouble in order to get closer to the Primarch.

But perhaps Khârn really did have some kind of will that favored him. When all his warriors fell and died, the World Eater, who was surrounded by the Ultramarines, picked up a chainsaw sword from the body of his brother and tried a last stand. A whistling and violent sound rang out in the sky.

That was the sound of the claws of terror tearing through the air.

Kahn looked up, blood seeping into his eyes along the wrinkles of his skin. His scarlet eyes locked onto the Terror Claw. The specially shaped airdrop pod forcefully penetrated the obstruction of countless artillery fire and landed beside Kahn with a huge crash.

The Extreme Marines had to retreat a distance to avoid the attack of the airdrop pod. Even though the adamantium armor had excellent shock absorbers, no one would be stupid enough to use their body to block a steel structure falling from outside the atmosphere.

The Dreadclaw flicked open its hatch, and its sharp claws mixed with adamantium pierced deeply into the earth, crushing the blood, flesh and bones of the World Eaters' corpses into mud.

White high-temperature steam gushed out of the hatch, and the flashing red alarm lights and shrill beeps symbolized the displeasure of the intruders.

A giant, a giant over four meters tall, stepped out of the dark airborne capsule with heavy footsteps.

A bloody smell so thick that it was almost tangible emanated from his body. He glanced at the remains of the World-Eaters scattered all over the ground, and a disdainful laugh began to echo.

"Weak and stupid."

Chapter 62 That is Angron

Angron's terrifying aura instantly attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield, and no one cared about the dying Kahn.

The Primarch held in both hands a giant, hideous-looking chain saw axe, the material of which came from a monster called the Mica Dragon on the Death World: Luther McIntyre.

This pair of terrifying battle axes named Blood Father and Blood Son are Angron's weapons. Their teeth are made of the teeth of mica dragons, and the axe blades are faintly entangled with sticky blood, which is where the pungent bloody smell comes from.

Angron casually glanced at the cobalt blue army formation that surrounded him. The powerful sense of oppression almost made every Extreme Warrior's heart stop.

This has nothing to do with will and courage. Facing the devil-like rebellious Primarch, everyone felt an instinctive tremor.

"Everyone! Form a formation!"

That iconic figure and terrifying aura revealed the other party's identity: Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters.

Facing the former brothers of the Gene-Father, the Ultramarines did not hesitate at all, even though they were almost instinctively suppressed when Angron's gaze swept over them.

Heavy bombs and plasma came like a rainstorm. Angron picked up his blood father and blood son to block in front of him, then kicked the seriously injured Kahn into the airdrop cabin behind him and used the solid cabin wall to protect his life.

Angron still had a little bit of sympathy for Khârn. This warrior used the Nuceria gladiator etiquette to persuade the Gene-Father to stop killing. He really was like a Nuceria.

Angron saw in him some of his brothers and sisters.

The Primarch moved, and he disappeared from the sight of the Ultramarines almost instantly. The afterimage of the Blood Father fell in front of the shield of an Ultramarines before their sight could react.

Fast, incomparably fast, the Primarch's movement and attack speed completely exceeded the limits of the Astartes. He came like a bloody storm.

The brutal chainsaw axe tore through the thick storm shield with ease. The primarch's terrifying brute force made the chainsaw axe made of monster teeth almost unstoppable in breaking through the shield.

Angron aimed his eyes at the Ultramarines' head, found the best angle for beheading, and swung BloodFather to kill him.

But under the dense rain of explosive bullets, even the Primarch's body was disturbed and traumatized. His exposed skin was broken by the explosive bullets, and drops of blood oozed out. The action of swinging the axe had to deviate a little.

The shoulder armor of the Blood Father collided with that of the Extreme Warrior, and the teeth-grinding friction sound reached everyone's ears. Those single-molecule serrations tore off the surface coating, but stopped on the adamantium armor underneath.

The high-speed spinning chainsaw axe left several shallow scratches on the adamantium armor. Angron frowned, the touch was very strange. He retracted the axe blade and was surprised to find that several teeth on it had broken off.

Although this had little impact, the Primarch was still stunned by the damage to his weapon. The extraordinary brain shaped by the Emperor's genetic technology immediately analyzed the material of the power armor on these Extreme Marines.

"No wonder these bastards died so quickly. It turns out that Guilliman equipped his children with these power armors."

"It's pure gold, no wonder."

The Ultramarines surrounded him again. The fact that the adamantium armor could withstand Angron's blows gave them great confidence.

Under siege, they might be able to kill the traitor Primarch.

"For Macragge! For Guilliman!"

"To illuminate the emperor's will, to kill the traitors!"

The captain's battle cry was heard again, and like a wave, the Ultramarines quickly surrounded the lone Angron, and plasma and melta guns replaced the ineffective explosive bombs.

Angron's power armor was quickly breached, revealing his endless rope of triumph.

After each victory, the Nucerias cut the skin from their waists and allowed it to grow back. If they lost a fight, they sprinkled dust into the wound, darkening the scar. Angron's victory rope was a long bloodstain.

The scarlet Cord of Triumph symbolizes the continuous victories Angron has won since his birth.

The killing weapon failed to taste the blood of the Ultramarines. The original butcher's nails on Angron's head burst into a strong sound of torture. The horrifying friction sound was whistling, and the vicious metal fought fiercely with the skull, stirring those fragile brains.

It laughs at the slave's weakness and mocks his incompetence.

Angron's roar became extremely terrifying. Driven by pain, he rushed out suddenly, his huge palms protected the weak points on his face, and he grabbed an extreme warrior wearing adamantium armor and lifted him up.

His strength was so incredible that after his specially made power armor was damaged, he was able to lift a heavy adamantium warrior with just the brute force of his flesh.

He was unable to tear the adamantine defense, but he still hit the warrior's helmet with a fist that was more terrifying than a hammer.

The pure power penetrated the protection of the adamantium, seeped into the excellent shock absorption system, and still acted on Astartes' head, causing his brain to shake violently and lose consciousness.