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If it was a one-on-one duel, Anglete would be confident that he could kill these warriors in strange armor. As a perfect demon, he had the ability to penetrate power armor. His damage could penetrate the armor and directly reach the fragile flesh.

But under the siege of the Ever-Victorious Army Guards, Angertai's demons were painfully defending him from damage. Sharp blades and flames, psychic power and witchcraft, these means that have great lethality to demons are constantly being used.

Orfeo and Kahn shuttled through the battlefield. No one could stop them. They fought each other with swords and axes. This long fight lasted for more than an hour.

Even the superhuman bodies of the Astartes should have been exhausted and broken down in a confrontation of such extreme intensity, but whether it was Kahn or Orfeo, the speed and strength of their weapon swings did not change at all.

On the contrary, each other's morale and fighting will were burning and sublimating. Kahn was a powerful enemy, and Orfeo had to admit it.

But he believed that Kahn's strength did not come from himself, but from a strange power that favored him.

All Space Marines on the battlefield, friend or foe, knew they had to avoid the two men fighting each other, and when some World Eaters, blinded by the Butcher's Nails, attacked them, an enraged Khârn cut off their heads with his Chain Axe as a warning to everyone not to get close.

He would never allow the honor of battle to be tarnished, and he would not tolerate a fight that was unfair.

Perhaps in the past, although Kahn valued honor, he would not be so morbidly persistent in sticking to his principles. But at this moment, under the gaze of that blood-red eye, he would never allow the fairness of the battle to be broken.

However, not everyone would obey this bloody warning, because the being that Orfeo had been waiting for for a long time finally appeared on the battlefield.

Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters, rushed towards the Regent like a mad beast.

Butcher's Nail: I will attack in Gundam form

Chapter 70: Nice to meet you, Lord of the World

No one knew when Angron arrived at the battlefield, and even with the continuous scanning of thousands of bird servants, no trace of this Primarch was found.

He seemed to be teleported to this battlefield by some kind of witchcraft power, and the Lord of the World immediately locked onto the key figure in the destruction of Amatra.

"Go away!"

Angron said so.

"No!"

Faced with the contemptuous words from the Gene Father, Kahn's heart surged with anger and courage. He stared at Angron and even swung his battle axe to stop his Gene Father.

However, he was casually swept to the edge of the battlefield by the huge figure that looked like an ancient Titan.

Kahn's huge body crossed half of the battlefield like a cannonball from the Emperor's Poison Blade. He smashed the human bodies and steel vehicles that blocked his way. The gap between the two sides was not something that could be filled by the so-called enchantment ritual.

The Primarchs are extraordinary creatures created by the Emperor, and they have a life essence that is completely different from that of ordinary beings.

Many people believe that the Primarch is a god walking on earth, and this is not groundless.

The roaring Angron was like a monster that had walked out of the deepest nightmare. The Blood Father and Blood Son were surging in his hands. He stared at Orfeo and uttered words.

"He belongs to me!"

Facing the murderous intent of the World Eaters Primarch that was coming at him like a raging wave, even Orfeo's expression froze, and his face beneath his helmet lost its color, but he then used his unparalleled willpower to dispel the pressure exerted by the opponent.

Not even Angron could bring him to his knees.

"retreat!"

The predetermined commands were triggered in the helmets of the Ever-Victorious Army. These fiercely fighting Extreme Warriors quickly broke away from their own battles and rushed towards the commander's position with a desperate attitude.

The Extreme Marines further out also repeated the order to retreat. They covered their battle brothers and even took the enemy's brutal attacks for them.

As lives continued to pass away, Orfeo, under the cover of his victorious army guards, quickly evacuated to a collapsed ruin area. This was once an important historical site in Amatra, where ancient buildings from before the long night stood.

But now, only ruins are left.

Furious, Angron noticed that his desired prey was about to escape his sight, and immediately dropped everything and chased after it.

"Die you abomination!"

One of the Ever-Victorious Warriors swung his power sword straight at Angron's leg armor, the crackling disintegration field about to slice through the cables and plates of the leg, slowing the World Eater's pursuit.

However, Angron used the same terrifying force as he had done to Khârn, and the old soldier of the Ever-Victorious Army was sent flying with a casual blow. Although this did not kill him, it did defeat his purpose.

However, more Extreme Marines were rushing over desperately. Even without changing into their adamantium armor, they still rushed to Angron and used their flesh and blood to block the advancing monster for even a second.

Even if it only allowed him to swing one more axe, even if it only distracted his attention for a moment.

It's all worth it.

Angron went upstream in the crowd of Ultramarines. His chainsaw axes had already reaped the lives of dozens of Ultramarines. Their bodies were cut into flesh and blood by the violent chainsaws, and the shattered armor turned into shrapnel that penetrated deeply into the burning soil.

Those Ultramarines wearing ceramic steel power armor used their own lives to break a tooth on the chain axe. In front of the Primarch, they were as fragile as clay sculptures and could even be torn into pieces by bare hands.

Finally, the beast broke free from the obstruction of the Extreme Warriors and followed Orfeo's trail into a huge half-collapsed building.

The accumulation of ceramic steel and plastic steel was not completely destroyed even by the artillery fire on the battlefield. It just collapsed and broke apart, like a mountain range that had existed since time immemorial.

Angron's eyes ignored the darkness before him, and he could feel the small creature getting closer and closer.

He could not escape it. Nothing could escape Angron's presence.

The Nuceria recalled the painful memory of being pursued by high-ranking riders. This was how he and his brothers and sisters fled deep into the mountains, relying on the terrain and surprise to ambush the slave owners.

Is the enemy planning an ambush? A thought flashed through Angron's mind.

But then he put it out of his mind, and the Butcher's Nails punished him for his distraction.

Until he reached the deepest part of the ruins, where Orfeo and his victorious guards were waiting for him.

There is only one dead end here.

"You blasphemous monster, you have betrayed the Emperor and your brothers." Orfeo scolded.

“Is this your last words?” Surprisingly, Angron did not continue to be angry. In the deep darkness, he stared at the Extreme Marine in front of him. For some reason, his subconscious was giving a warning.

The Ever-Victorious Army used explosive bombs and plasma as they moved closer to Angron, unleashing their deadly weapon beams upon the World Eater Lord.

Angron laughed, mocking the feeble ants who would try to harm a Primarch.

The battle axe tore through the air. Although Angron had never learned to use the battle axe systematically, his Primarch's talent still enabled him to develop extremely sophisticated martial arts skills.

The dancing battle axe came like a storm of destruction, and the ever-victorious soldiers standing in front of it were immediately knocked away.

The ever-victorious soldiers did not hesitate at all. They suddenly threw away their weapons and released all the energy from the power backpacks installed behind them.

One after another, the victorious soldiers threw themselves upon Angron, clinging to the beast's power armor, legs, abdomen, back, arms, every part of their bodies showing the rooted temperament of an Extreme Warrior ready to die.

The furious Angron smashed the Ever-Victorious Army's helmet with his fists without reservation. His anxiety increased, and his brute force even penetrated the heavy protection, directly shaking the Ever-Victorious Army's brain tissue into a pulp.

The unreserved Angron was even more terrifying than the first time they met. The armor made of strong interaction material trembled under his fists, and more cracks were emerging.

From a physical point of view, it is impossible to use pure physical strength to break this armor that locks the atoms to obtain extreme defense.

But the Primarchs were never simply products of genetic technology; the Emperor also added something even more incredible to them.

But now, it's too late.

Orfeo took a last look at the twelve Ever-Victorious Soldiers who were holding Angron back. They were the most powerful veterans in the Legion, and had fought in the galaxy for many years since the time when the Primarch had not yet returned.

They have been accompanying the Regent of Amatra for countless years, always following him like a shadow.

They are Orfeo's subordinates and his close comrades-in-arms.

And now, they will sacrifice their last lives for Orfeo's plan without hesitation.

An antimatter furnace more powerful than the adamantium armor is burning. A terrifying amount of antimatter is being forced to overload. When they react with the ubiquitous positive matter, everything will turn into nothingness.

Orfeo took a few steps back, his power armor flashing with a teleportation beam, and under the guidance of the teleportation beacon, the regent of Amatra cut off all his attachments and returned to the position.

As for those victorious armies, they were also able to activate the teleportation beacon and directly escape from the battlefield that was about to turn into nothingness.

But no one made this choice.

They bound Angron tightly in place, using backpacks spewing plasma to exert tremendous force to lock Angron, and the Ever-Victorious Army waited for the antimatter furnace to completely get out of control.

The ever-victorious leader at the head of the army stared through his helmet at Angron, who was struggling to escape.

His hoarse voice seemed to be still coughing up blood, and he suddenly laughed out loud.

"Nice to meet you, Lord of the World Devourer."

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Chapter 71 Die die die!

The veterans of the Ever-Victorious Army laughed out loud. The smooth surface of the armor was covered with terrifying black marks. The moment those black germs came into contact with the outside world, a material reaction broke out.

The air was reacted instantly and there was nothing to transmit the sound.

All the Space Marines fighting on the battlefield stopped in an instant. They felt the ground beneath them tearing and shaking, and an earthquake that seemed like the end of the world happened in an instant.

In the huge ruins that looked like a mountain range, a dark ball of light emerged. Everything around it was rapidly collapsing towards it. A huge explosion occurred that could even be witnessed from space.

With this point as the center, a shock wave and electromagnetic pulse that swept across the entire battlefield released its power to the fullest. The planet's atmosphere was stirred in the violent explosion, and the vacuum created by the explosion caused the atmosphere in other places to flow back frantically to make up for this extreme low pressure.

Large chunks of rock, mortal auxiliaries and Astartes killed or knocked unconscious by the shock wave, and even those huge vehicles were carried into the sky by the atmospheric storm and cut into pieces in a storm like hell.

“They did it.”

Orfeo, covered in blood, stood in front of the screen in the command center. Just a few seconds ago, he was fighting against the most terrifying enemy in the entire galaxy. This battlefield-hardened commander was also gasping for breath, both his physical and mental strength were exhausted in this terrible war.

"Nothing can survive such a destructive onslaught, not even the Primarchs!"

The Lieutenant's reverence for Orfeo reached a peak when he accomplished a feat that no Space Marine could dream of: killing a Primarch.

Even their Gene-Father failed to slay his traitorous brothers, but Orfeo accomplished this through careful planning and the courage of using himself as bait.

"Don't be careless, never underestimate a Primarch." Orfeo waved his hand and took off his helmet. His silver hair was covered with sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Notify the troops to withdraw, and have the medical team treat the wounded immediately. The bodies of our brothers who died in the battle must also be brought back. This is not only to respect their remains, but also to guard against the vicious witchcraft that the Word Bearers may cast."

"The traitors will exploit gene-seed, sacrificing sacred gene-seed to the daemons of the Warp in exchange for power."

"The bird servants are fully monitoring the high-energy reactions on the battlefield. We must make sure that Angron is dead. If he is not dead, we must continue to send forces to kill him completely!"

A series of orders were issued, and the Extreme Marines, who had been prepared to fight against the natural storm, immediately retreated to one side of the position. They used armored vehicles to drag back the bodies of their dead brothers, while the World Eaters had completely fallen into madness.

This is not just a description. At the moment of the explosion, these Astartes who were struck by the Butcher's Nails felt the pain and despair from the deepest part of their genes.

It was endless nothingness, complete emptiness, even the pain disappeared in the nothingness.

There is a kind of spiritual connection between Astartes and their Gene Father that is difficult to explain scientifically. The descendants can be affected by the Gene Father's joy and anger. At this moment, they suddenly realized a terrible fact: