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Gang-hopping warfare is one of the most common offensive methods used by the empire, and it is often the most efficient.

It's not that the weapons carried on the imperial ships are not easy to use, but the jump gang has an advantage that all weapons cannot match.

It can annihilate enemies without damaging ships on a large scale. You must know that although the empire is vast and has many people, it only has too many fleets and ships. Of course, ships contaminated by Chaos cannot be wanted, but pirates,

The ship after the mutiny of the mortal auxiliary army... etc. These are all within the acceptable range.

Gang-hopping has naturally become the first choice in this situation.

It is definitely not what some people claim that 'melee combat is blessed by the Emperor', and 'cutting off the enemy's head with a sacred chain sword is a sacrifice to the God Emperor', but no matter what, the Empire's love of gang-hopping is out of the question.

famous.

First bridge.

Eighteen Astartes stood silently on the silver ground, and Givadoron was among them. The painting of his armor was actually somewhat similar to that of the Astartes of the Crimson Blade Chapter, but if you look carefully

If you look at it, you will find that it is actually completely different.

——The most intuitive problem lies in his missing right shoulder armor... The entire power armor is old and mottled, and the surface is full of scars.

It looks like it has been in disrepair. No matter how poor the warband is, they will not be so stingy on power armor, but Givadoron doesn't care about other people's opinions at all.

Chapter? I used to be a member of the World Eaters Legion...

It's a pity that that legion has completely perished.

Givadoron raised his head, and his eyepiece captured a giant.

Angron walked slowly from the opposite side of them. The red and black armor on his body was dull and dull, without any reflection and luster that metal should have. There was no decoration on his armor, except for the red cloak behind him and the chest.

There is nothing else but the double-headed eagle that represents the empire.

The emperor's sacred prayer, or the skull representing human purity, the logo of his legion... Angron had no choice in all of these. But the more concise it is, the more it makes people feel

A kind of power.

His eyepieces were all scarlet, and he was holding a giant ax that flashed with thunder.

His deep voice after being processed by the breathing grille sounded on the first bridge: "The enemy is not far outside the bridge - these stupid and pathetic traitors are not even aware of our arrival."

Angron let out a deep laugh: "This is good, but I am not satisfied. Only a dead traitor is a good traitor."

"Come on, soldiers. Let us bleed them... so that they know that anyone who tries to become a poison that harms the empire will be completely eliminated from the universe by us!

"

For the first time, the voice of the Primarch of the World-Eating Brave sounded so passionate and full of charisma. This was a voice that Angron in this universe had never had. Giva Doron looked at him, and there was a burst of sadness in his heart. He must have been in another universe.

The World Eaters are much better than them, right?

There is such a primarch...

The blue light above the bridge changed color, from blue to a rapidly flashing red, and a neutral voice echoed on the bridge: "The transmission is about to begin, please be prepared."

A blue light began to light up under their feet. Givadoron exhaled and his hand was already on the chain sword at his waist. He cleared away the unnecessary thoughts in his brain, leaving only the coldest and cruelest among them.

which type.

Killing.

Kill all enemies of mankind.

He recited these words silently, and his figure, along with the others, gradually disappeared in the light of the teleportation.

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The captain looked at the "ground vehicle" in front of him with a dull expression, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch a few times.

It’s not his fault. Any soldier would probably have such an expression when he saw this so-called vehicle. The soldiers behind him were not much better. Of the 376 soldiers, none of them could

Understand what is going on now.

The captain's voice trembled: "Excuse me, sir, please explain, what on earth is this...?"

The intelligent array responsible for guiding them said: "Negative, I am not a human being, so there is no need to treat me with the etiquette between humans."

A white light descended from above and landed on the ground, carefully pointing out a way forward for them. The array then said: "Please move forward, your transportation is in front."

"No, no, I know this is a vehicle prepared for us. I just want to know, what on earth is this?"

The array's answer was still emotionless: "Transportation."

"..."

The captain took a deep breath. Looking at the huge steel dragon made of pure metal, he felt a long-lost headache. This was something he had never felt since he got off the hospital bed. At this time, he felt a headache again.

There is a vague urge to revive.

"Okay, then how do we control it? You have to introduce us to this... thing, right?"

"'The Deep Destruction' mechanical dragon version of the special golem is equipped with a planet compression destruction cannon. It has basic intelligence and will automatically identify ourselves and the enemy. The maximum number of people it can carry is 30,000. There is no need to manually control the battle, the golem itself will target

Use the best strategy for the enemy and the current environment."

"After testing, it has excellent resistance to magic. It can resist surface-cleaning energy-shaping spells and master-level control spells. Magic alloys and shields can block all types of physical damage to the greatest extent. For example, shelling, gunpowder weapons, laser weapons

......."

Seeing that this stubborn magic circle was trying to tell all the introductions at any time, the captain quickly stopped: "Okay, okay, I understand. That is to say, we just need to board this...mechanical giant."

Dragon, that’s it, right?”

"agree."

"Where is our mission?"

"Rescue civilians. If enemies are found, kill them on the spot. However, the existence of the enemies is doubtful. The search spells carried on the Revenge did not find any enemies."

"The Revenge?"

"The name of the battleship."

The captain nodded. He had seen many similar names. Wrath of the Emperor, Revenge of Justice, and so on. There were countless names. But those called just Revenge were quite rare.

Revenge for whom?

He put the question in his heart, turned around and looked at his soldiers. He was about to give a pre-battle speech, but realized that this was originally the job of the political commissar... he was not familiar with it.

But it has come to this point, even if you are not familiar with it, you have to become familiar with it.

So, the captain cleared his throat and said seriously: "The fourth company of the Kadian 812th Regiment, you guys - forget it."

He suddenly laughed and shook his head helplessly. The expressions on the soldiers' faces told him everything. What else were they doing to mobilize before the war? Just let them board that thing...

"Get ready to climb... what the hell is this thing called? Get ready to climb the dragon!"

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He Shenyan told Angron that he had something to kill.

He didn't say what it was. Angron had many guesses. If the mage knew, he would tell Angron that none of your guesses are correct.

The thing he wants to kill does not exist in the real plane, does not exist in this universe, and is not even a living being.

The thing he's trying to kill is...a disease.

Smashing the planet polluted by Nurgle in the subspace is not without cost. Even if he borrows part of the power of the Star Torch, he has to take the lead himself. Everything in the subspace is a projection from the real world, and they exist

, but it doesn't exist either. Demons can go to the material realm, but the contaminated planet is different.

It has become Nurgle's favorite. God knows what kind of evil plague this loving father has cooked up in his pot, so that he can turn a planet into something that can move around, his eyes to peer into the world.

And He Shenyan, who broke His eyes, was inevitably targeted.

Question, what happens when Nurgle looks at you?

Answer and He will bless you. After all, He is kind.

Due to the special nature of the mage, what he gave was a particularly powerful blessing. But He Shenyan didn't want it at all. At this moment, he was on a small broken planet, and the magic power quickly washed away the energy in his body.

Every corner is trying its best to resist the pollution from Nurgle.

His blessing was much more troublesome than He Shenyan expected. It seemed that smashing His 'television broadcast station' made this loving father very angry, but it was worth it...

God knows what will happen to a demonized planet left in the material realm? He burned the projection of the planet in the subspace to ashes with the light of the star torch, and the planet in the material realm was naturally wiped out. Killed

This is how demons have to be killed - killing them in the physical realm is called expulsion.

But if you go to the subspace and kill them, then these degenerate demons will really be dead, once and for all, and will no longer have any chance to harm mankind.

"Huh..." The mage breathed out a green mist with ice crystals between his lips and teeth. In order to prevent those plagues from contaminating him, he even had to use the black ice that killed Captain Marvel to freeze his body.

The five internal organs.

This feeling was very uncomfortable, but he had to endure it, otherwise, the consequences would be so serious that he didn't even want to imagine it.

His soul is very closely connected with his body. Due to the special practice decrees of the Karma Taj wizards, he can temporarily resist this special plague that only targets him and not be immediately pulled into the realm of Nurgle. But the problem is not yet there.

Being resolved is one thing for the soul, but another for the body.

"What the hell..."

He Shenyan coughed, and mist-like ice crystals spurted out, forming a piece of black ice in the vacuum, which he wiped away casually. Nurgle's plague was really difficult to deal with. To be precise, it couldn't even be considered a plague.

.

He blessed He Shenyan, with a little anger and deep love, just like His love for other people. That blessing had the desired effect when they came out of the subspace, every time

He is strengthening his physical strength all the time, but the price is that his body is constantly deforming.

That's why He Shenyan keeps using magic power to flush his body and freeze his internal organs with ice - if he doesn't do this, his body will immediately transform into a constantly distorted flesh and blood polymer. Losing the human form is not terrible, but the consequences of that

Yes, his body will transform into Nurgle's new eyes.

The close connection between his soul and body will also disappear without a trace, which means that he will be immediately pulled into the realm of Nurgle. At that time, He Shenyan is not sure how long he can resist.

I am still careless. Each of these four gods is more difficult to deal with.

The situation was already so critical, but the mage still remained calm. He thought over and over again and decided to take a big gamble.

From this point of view, his character is actually in the same vein as Gu Yi. They are both top-notch gamblers, and the similarities are terrifying. Gu Yi is willing to gamble his life and countless futures for an uncertain future.

, and He Shenyan...

A golden flame lit up in his right hand, and the spiritual energy from the Emperor was extremely suppressive and lethal to anything in the subspace. It was not used before because his body also bore the mark of Nurgle's power.

If used, this spiritual power may burn his body together with Nurgle's blessing.

But now, he had to use it.

Staring at the golden flame, He Shenyan realized that the next step would probably be very painful.

He swallowed the fire in one gulp.

As soon as the emperor's psychic flame entered his esophagus, an extremely strong change occurred inside. He Shenyan bent down suddenly as if someone had punched him in the abdomen.

The skin at his throat glowed with golden light, and the skin had been burned red - the smell of burned flesh was clearly transmitted into his nasal cavity, and with the emperor's spiritual energy, the same smell was produced in his nasal cavity.

Pain. He Shenyan roared with a ferocious look on his face. He kept doing it and simply increased his intensity.

Fuck you Nurgle!

The mage's bloodshot eyes showed the same madness as before. From the time he tore his soul apart when he first crossed the border, to using his soul as a weapon to swallow the angels from the eternal heaven, he had always been like this.

The flames did not fail him.

Using Nurgle's blessing as fuel, they danced rapidly and crazily in the mage's body. All his internal organs were burned to ashes, and golden blood continued to gush out from his mouth, nose, eyes and throat.

, the mage, bleeding from all his orifices, fell to his knees, breathing heavily.

The magic power was still at work. They followed the master's wishes, running firmly and persistently, repairing the damage in his body. Nurgle's blessing and the Emperor's flame used his body as a battlefield, and the two sides began to fight.

A tug of war ensued. He Shenyan could no longer describe the pain caused.

He didn't even understand why he was still awake.

But he was still awake, the pain was getting stronger and stronger, and his brain was getting clearer and clearer. His expression suddenly became calm, like the dead sea without any ripples. But the fire in his body was still burning.

"Burn it, burn it harder..." He murmured to himself, and actually condensed another golden flame, and swallowed it again.

Pain that was several times stronger than before came suddenly. The mage was in so much pain that he could not even maintain his kneeling position. He collapsed on the ground. Blood was still oozing from his seven orifices. His skin became translucent, and there was a constant flow of blood inside.

There was the sound of flesh and bone exploding.

He looked at the sky with a ferocious smile, and what he was thinking was very simple.

Sooner or later I will kill all of you bastards...

But, as we all know, bad things always happen one after another.

A complex and changeable colorful cloud appeared in the sky above his head. This cloud seemed to be changing all the time. Whether it was shape or color, it slowly floated in front of the mage, and a blasphemous creature tore apart the subspace.

The gap between reality and reality came out of it.

It has two heads, both in the shape of birds, and its four curious eyes are staring at the mage with a completely undisguised smile. Two huge blue-purple wings behind it slowly unfolded, and this huge monster used a

He greeted the mage in a tone full of wisdom.

It said: "Hello, powerful mage. I am Carlos the Fateweaver. This is our first meeting. It seems that your situation is not good."

The mage looked at it and said nothing.

Carlos, who calls himself the Fate Weaver, has smiles on his two birds. He cackles, and his ugly laughter makes the already terrifying scene even more terrifying. It circles around the mage.

, while laughing, he said: "Do you need help?"

The Master still didn't say a word.

"Hey, this is not good -" It stretched out a finger and tried to touch the mage's right hand. However, it was blocked by a transparent magic circle, and the finger was burned to ashes by the sudden appearance of scarlet flames.

Carlos took back his hand indifferently. He didn't even look at his missing fingers. He just smiled and continued: "Do you know what you will become?"

"The spiritual energy of the rotten corpse cannot save you, and it cannot protect itself. You will become Nurgle's puppet after experiencing extreme pain, and the reason and profound knowledge that a spellcaster is proud of will disappear without a trace.

trace."

"Your body will become a huge corpse that is constantly growing and decaying. It is covered with abscesses and dripping mucus all the time. And your soul will be trapped in this body, watching Nurgle

Drive your body to destroy human worlds one after another."

"Isn't it scary?" It laughed playfully, extending its long tongue from the bird's head on the left and licking the eyes of the bird's head on the right.

"But, I have a way to save you from this suffering. What do you think?"

He Shenyan looked at it coldly and suddenly grinned. He supported the ground with trembling hands, swayed all over, and stood up bit by bit. The flames had spread to his eyes at this time.

, except for the tightly protected brain, which was not harmed by Nurgle, other parts were burned by the flames.

His eyes were no exception. The two eyeballs had been burned into glass-like crystal ash, which spilled out of his body as his body shook. But He Shenyan still stood up.

Carlos watched his movements with interest, looking forward to his next step. This human being was too special and too dazzling. From the moment he appeared in the subspace, even Tzeentch himself was

Alarmed. Such souls thirsting for knowledge and change will surely fall at the feet of the Lord of change.

This is his destiny.

This is also the destiny that I, Carlos the Fateweaver, weave for you.

It looked at He Shenyan, waiting for his next move. But the mage just shook his head. The golden blood on his face had dried up, and as he shook his head, some new blood flowed out.

He coughed a few times, and some impurities and golden fluid material were vomited out by him. The mage wiped the corners of his mouth, laughed, and said in a hoarse voice after being burned: "You are really brave, Bird Head."

people."

Carlos's four eyes suddenly tightened, and the left side of his head shouted: "No, this is impossible!" It looked very panicked.

But the head on the right side seemed confident: "What else can you do?"

"What can I do?" He Shenyan chuckled and then stretched out his right hand.

His right hand approached Carlos's body slowly and without any pressure. This great demon of Tzeentch, the ever-changing demon who had caused countless tragedies, found it difficult to move his body at this time.

It saw the mage's handprint on its chest, and heard the human say in a weak tone: "What do you think I can do?"

"boom!"

Golden flames erupted from the palm of his right hand. While blowing off his arm, it also allowed the immobile bird-headed demon to devour this spiritual gift from the emperor. The one it called with contempt

The man who was a rotten corpse now brought his wrath upon Carlos.

It screamed and rolled around on the ground. It was far less majestic and elegant than the so-called Fateweaver - it now looked more like an embarrassed hen that shed its feathers.

He Shenyan limped up to it and stepped on its right wing. He grabbed its wing with his remaining left hand. Carlos had already foreseen what was happening. It neighed in horror, but it was completely

There is no way to prevent what happens next.

At this moment, the mage stopped. He approached Carlos's bird head and said softly: "I know who you are, Carlos. I also know what your master did to you - you can see

Past and future, right? Your master threw you into the Well of Eternity, and you were the only one of your kind to come back alive."

He grinned, and flames surged out of his throat, causing one side of Carlos' head to be scorched black: "It is said that if I ask you a question, one of your heads will tell the truth, and the other will tell an equally credible lie.

.”

"You can see the past and the future. No wonder you call yourself the Fate Weaver. So, now...please tell me one thing. Can you see the 'now'?"

The mage smiled and asked it: "You know what I'm going to do to you, right? Then you -"

His left hand exploded, flames gushed out, and Carlos' half of his wings was easily torn off by him. The Emperor's spiritual energy surged wantonly in the demon's body, and Carlos's screams gradually weakened.

Question: "You...what did you do to me?"

"Are you afraid that I have deprived you of the ability to see the future? This should be the first time you have seen someone capable of such a thing, right?" He Shenyan was still smiling, his eyes were scorched.

, with no intention of rebirth. But it made Carlos feel a long-lost emotion.

Its body trembled, and fear completely overwhelmed it. This was the first time that the demon could not see the future, and its heart was filled with a sense of unrest.

What's even more paradoxical is that this is just one of the thousands of changes. It should be happy about it, but the influence of Tzeentch seems to be moving away from it little by little as those flames enter.

It can no longer feel the happiness of the past, only fear is left. It gnaws at its heart like a shadow. At the same time, a problem that it cannot understand is also born.

"Seeing the future, what a terrifying ability. It's just like cheating. Don't you think it's no fun at all?"

He Shenyan babbled as he twisted his neck. Golden flames gush out from the broken parts of the wounds on his left and right hands, forming two new arms. They were composed of pure flames, carrying the emperor's wrath.

.

Also with his anger.

"Let's have some fun, what do you think?" The mage used his new arm to pull Carlos up from the ground. He stretched out his left hand and pinched the bird's head on the left side of the trembling demon king.

on the neck. Then he smiled maliciously.

"No - no! Please! I can tell you many secrets! I will never lie to you, I can - no!"

"It's still a long time, Carlos."

Amidst its screams, He Shenyan gently twisted the left side of its head and turned it into ashes. The flames once again deprived it of part of its power. Carlos fell to his knees in despair. This time, it

I can't even see the past anymore.

"No...no...this is not true..."

"It's true, open your eyes and look at me - you still have two eyes." The mage said dissatisfied, and then put his foot on its chest.

Seeing it collapse to the ground without any image, two new eyes grew in He Shenyan's eyes. The same golden eyes were as terrifying as flowing flames. Just looking at it made Carlos feel a wave of pain.

Burning pain.

It murmured to itself like it was crazy: "How can you escape your fate? I saw it, I saw it - you have obviously become one of us!"

"Destiny? Let it come and talk to me in person." The mage said expressionlessly. "It just so happens that I also have many things I want to talk to it about."

"As for now..." He Shenyan raised his head and glanced at the sky. Some new clouds were condensing. It seemed that Tzeentch couldn't sit still. He lowered his head and looked at Carlos, who had become a useless person.

Hehehe smiled.

"Your master is quite interested in you, Carlos. He actually sent someone to protect you. Look there!"

He carefully positioned the remaining right side of Carlos's head and pointed out the location of the clouds. He also waved to the sky very politely with a bright smile.

However, this smile paired with the dried golden blood on his face looked so terrifying. Seeing this, the clouds that were approaching quickly stopped in place and stopped moving.

"It's a pity that I can't let Him take you back."

Carlos heard the mage say in a voice full of regret, and its chaotic mind suddenly realized that he regretted that he could not torture it for a while longer.

But there's still one thing it doesn't understand.

"You - how did you..." it said with difficulty. "Why do my words have no effect on you? Why don't the future I see become a reality in my body? Why can't I see yours?"

Past? Why?”

It went crazy and repeated why. It seemed that this thing was more of a blow to it than anything. This ever-changing demon, the great demon of Tzeentch, all the feathers on his body had lost their original brightness at this time, and it also

I don't care that I will be reborn in the subspace, I just want to understand why the mage can easily ignore its ability.

"You want to know?"

Carlos nodded sincerely, and the scene seemed a little funny for a moment. He Shenyan laughed out loud, as if he was amused by this scene, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Go back and ask your master."

Golden flames burst out.

Carlos was completely burned to ashes. He Shenyan breathed out softly and raised his middle finger to the sky. His whole body turned into a pillar of psychic fire, and unparalleled flames were pulled up from the ground, washing the sky into gold.

.

The faster Tzeentch demons can go back to revive their master, while those who run slower can only stay with Carlos for company.

The rebirth of demons in the subspace takes time, but Tzeentch certainly cannot wait that long. He is the Lord of all changes, and it is common for plans to go wrong. But he is also the Lord of wisdom and knowledge, so why should he be cautious?

He must really want to know what Los did.

Perhaps, it won't be long before the Fate Weaver will come back again - thinking of this, he smiled again, and the pain in his body gradually subsided.

That way, I can kill it again.

The golden flame flickered and he disappeared from the spot.