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"left."

Givadoron's voice came from the communication channel, so cold that it didn't sound like he was on the battlefield.

Ezekiel pulled his chainsword out of the head of the traitor who shouted the name of Khorne a second ago. He turned to the right without hesitation. Then, a bolter fired.

Bullets flew from behind him, blowing the head off of a Khorne berserker who was trying to sneak attack him.

"I owe you once." Ezekiel said on the communication channel.

"No need."

Givadoron's answer was quite indifferent. This veteran's shooting skills are quite accurate. Different from the strafing plan used by other Astartes when facing multiple enemies, he prefers a 'roll call' similar to the sniper method.

Bullet, a traitor. Efficient and ruthless.

His melee combat style can be described as two different people.

Holding the bolt gun in his left hand and accurately calling names one by one, Givadoron heard the noise coming from behind. The chain sword in his right hand was reversed. The additional output of the power armor increased his strength and speed by another level.

The chain sword, which was so worn that the paint could not even be seen, roared loudly, and the rotating blade stabbed into the waist and abdomen of the traitor who rushed behind him. It easily tore open his abdominal armor. Givadoron released his right hand, and

He hit the traitor's eyepiece with his elbow, then turned around and thrust the chain sword completely into his abdomen with his foot.

The chain sword still roared, and Givadoron looked at the Khorne believer who still wanted to get up. The opponent's bright red armor had the pattern of the Skull Lord, and there were some blasphemous words. One of them, commanded

The veteran narrowed his eyes.

There was a heavy breathing sound coming from his breathing grille, and Givadoron put a bullet into his head. Then he pulled out his chainsword - his bolter had run out of bullets and there was no reload.

Kung Fu. The veteran rolled to avoid a brutal ax blow with agility that was not suited to his huge size.

A huge Chaos Terminator came over holding a power ax with a human head hanging on the handle. His voice was quite familiar to Givadoron: "Your fighting style... reminds me of a person.

."

Givadoron silently clenched the chain sword in his hand, and stretched out his right hand to stop Ezekiel, who wanted to come over for support. The veteran's voice was still calm, but with something indescribable:

"Go to your business, Ezekiel. Leave this to me."

The third company commander looked at him deeply, then turned his head and left.

"I know you, right?"

The Chaos Terminator's voice was like a knife stuck in his throat. He smiled hoarsely and put the power ax on his shoulder. He didn't care about the corpses of his companions on the ground and crushed them to pieces with his feet.

His remaining limbs and arms were broken, and blood and broken flesh poured out from under his feet, turning into a sticky substance that was smeared on the deck of the ship.

Givadoron still did not speak, but raised the chain sword with one hand, across his chest, and put the other hand on the hilt. This familiar action made the Chaos Terminator laugh.

"Givadoron——! It is indeed you! Ten thousand years have passed, and you still look like this!"

"Compared with you, I am not pathetic."

"Oh, is it so?"

The traitor's laughter echoed on the damaged bridge. They were surrounded by corpses and burning flames. War roars and screams were heard not far away. The sounds of bolters and chainswords were so loud that for a moment, Ji

Valdoron almost thought that he had returned to the original battlefield.

"You are neither a complete traitor like me. Nor are you still loyal to the wight like the others. You are not pure enough, Givadoron, and that is the tragedy of you."

"You know yourself very well, traitor."

"Ah...I never said I wasn't, but do you have the courage to admit one thing? Admit that the person sitting on the throne is no longer the same person as before?"

Givadoron bent his knees slightly and assumed an offensive stance. In the next second, he started running - the blood was still rushing in his veins, and his two hearts were beating strongly, giving him unparalleled strength and speed. Almost.

In an instant, Givadoron was in the face of the traitor.

The chain sword cut across the joint of his fragile right thigh at a tricky angle. Givadoron never expected that he could defeat a Chaos Terminator who had lived for ten thousand years simply by relying on the chain sword. He had to

Relying on tactics, strategy and a little luck, you can survive this battle.

The power ax fell from the sky and struck Givadoron's remaining left shoulder armor with huge force. The opponent seemed to have deliberately reduced his strength, and it just stuck on his shoulder armor and stopped moving downwards.

He heard the traitor say in a nostalgic tone: "Sometimes, I think of the days when we were sparring. Before Angron returned, we spent countless days and nights looking forward to his return, and

Rigorous training requires you to be a role model."

"Don't you miss that time? When we were still dogs of war..."

Givadoron was not affected by his words at all. He let go of the chain sword and wanted to retreat - but the traitor seemed to have expected it. His power ax suddenly pressed down at this moment, slashing mercilessly.

Givadoron's left arm was severed, and part of the left side of his body was even shaved off.

The sound of heavy breathing came from inside his grille. As if nothing happened, Givadoron took this opportunity and immediately stepped back a hundred meters. The traitor stood there and took off the chain saw stuck in his right thigh.

sword and threw it in front of Givadoron. His blood was still flowing on the chainsword.

"You have become weaker." He said. "Of course, it is also possible that I have become stronger - but, in the final analysis, you have become weaker. You know, I had never defeated you in sparring at that time.

"

"...It is indeed you, Hahn."

Givadoron took off his helmet without looking at his empty left arm, which was still dripping with blood. He threw the helmet on the ground and picked up the chain sword again. His calm face was exposed, but it made that

For the first time, the traitor behaves like a Khorne cultist.

He roared in disbelief: "Where is your butcher's nail?!"

"Someone removed it for me." Givadoron replied calmly. "Yours should still be there, right? I guess you are probably used to it, just like me before, and..."

A sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on his face: "It's starting to happen, am I right?"

"Ah-ah-ho-"

The Chaos Terminator's whole body began to tremble. He punched his helmet with his fist like a patient. The force was so strong that the sharp corners on his helmet were broken. But he still continued until he was about to

The helmet was knocked off before I stopped.

His face is extremely terrifying, with sharp teeth all over his mouth, and the pattern of Khorne carved on his forehead. Evidence of blasphemy and depravity can be seen everywhere on his face - and the butcher's nails that are completely integrated with him are even more horrifying.

They extended from the back of Hahn's head and spread wantonly on his scalp. They seemed to be alive as he breathed. These thick metal cables were deeply implanted in his cerebral cortex.

When it attacks, it causes Hahn great pain.

Illusions, desire to kill, and mental confusion. People implanted with the Butcher's Nails have to endure great pain even to speak a complete sentence.

"Kill!" He roared the word inarticulately, raised the power ax high, and began to charge towards Givadoron. The power was astonishing, and every step of the Terminator made the ground tremble. Givadoron

Standing where he was, he seemed to have no intention of escaping.

One second.

The Chaos Terminator known as Hahn took just one second to cross a hundred meters. Givadoron's face remained calm. He raised the chain sword with his remaining right hand and took a step forward at the same time - just right

It was this step that caused the power ax head to move away from his head, and instead swung it in vain.

"I've told you many times, Hahn, that the flexibility of a power ax is really poor. If you want to use a weapon that can kill with one hit, you should choose a power glove. And you should not use your actual attack

With the intention of being exposed to the enemy.”

Givadoron said this in an instructive tone while taking a step back.

The saw teeth of the chain sword rotated wildly, and his retreat turned into a horizontal pull.

If it were a normal weapon, this would be okay. However, the continuously rotating saw teeth of the chain sword would cause secondary damage - Hahn's right leg joint had already been hit hard by him once before, and this time, he could not do it again.

He survived. Blood spattered, minced meat and bone stubble rushed out, and Hahn's howl became more and more fierce.

He wanted to fight back, but he couldn't. Givadoron had already left the spot, and his leg was completely cut off from the thigh joint by the chain sword, leaving only a little bit of flesh stuck there.

Empty.

"Boom!"

Hahn fell to the ground like a little giant. His size did not allow him to get up so quickly. The pain, anger, and illusions created by the Butcher's Nail in his mind made him howl even more heartbreakingly. He choked.

Panting heavily, he waved the power ax in his hand wildly.

Givadoron did not attack.

He stood there, looking at Hahn who looked more like a beast than a warrior, with a little pity in his eyes: "You were once a good soldier, Hahn."

While Hahn was swinging his axe, Givadoron stepped forward and beheaded him with a sword.

At this moment, his former brother, an innocent soul from the War Dog Legion ten thousand years ago, died. Givadoron knew that a part of himself also died with him. He didn't know whether this was good or bad.

.

He picked up the helmet from the ground and put it on himself, then slowly sat down against the wall, right next to Hahn's body.

Givadoron's eyepieces were displaying vital sign warnings, but he didn't want to care.

He is a little tired.

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When he woke up again, he found that he was lying on a hospital bed. Unlike the religious atmosphere in the pharmacists' treatment rooms in his memory, this place was bright and spacious. There was also the sound of ticking instruments in his ears.

Voice.

Givadoron turned his head to look and found that it was not an instrument - it was a huge black cylinder, with many small golden metal tubes extending from it, connected to his body. The veteran could not understand this.

What was it? He decided not to move for the time being.

He lowered his head and found that his upper body was naked. His missing left arm was still empty, and there was no bandage on his body. The metal tubes were connected to his body, and light continued to pour out of it.

"..." Givadoron has never seen this kind of treatment method.

Just when he was about to study what was contained in these metal tubes, the door of this ward was pushed open. Angron walked in from the outside. He did not take off his armor, and the atmosphere of the battlefield was still lingering in him.

On the body.

"Well done, Givadoron."

The Primarch looked at him and nodded approvingly: "You single-handedly killed a Chaos Terminator."

"...His name is Harn, the original body. Harn Rosiel." Givadoron sounded as if he was in a trance. "He was once a war dog."

"He and I knew each other before we became war dogs. We trained together, were punished together, and entered the legion together." Givadoron raised his head, looked at Angron and said: "There are many such people. It turns out that

body."

Angron was silent. He originally came here to tell Givadorun good news. They won. Except for three people who were injured and Givadorun who was seriously injured, no one died.

They used teleportation to enter the flagship of the Khorne disciples who were undergoing corrections, and killed most of the remaining people through gang-hopping. There was a huge disparity in the number of people between the two sides. This should have been a victory worth celebrating, but Angron

Now I can't say it out loud.

And he also knew very well that what Givadoron needed most now was for him to be alone for a while.

"Get well as soon as possible, we still need you." Angron nodded sternly and left the infirmary. He walked heavily on the bridge, and his mood that had become somewhat relaxed due to victory now became heavy again.

Get up - no one can remain indifferent to matters that concern them.

He comes from another universe, but he is still the primarch of the Warhounds.

He returned all the way to the main control room, intending to take a look at the progress on the ground. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked into the main control room, he saw He Shenyan's appearance changed.

"Oh, hello, Angron." The mage saw him coming and said hello feebly. His raised right hand seemed to be condensed from golden flames. It carried spiritual energy fluctuations that Angron was very familiar with.

.

".......what happened?"

"Oh, you ask this?"

He raised his hands and smiled nonchalantly and said: "I fought with Nurgle and killed a bird of Tzeentch - so, as you can see, I am quite miserable now."

He Shenyan coughed and spit out some golden flames. He even had the emperor's psychic flames in his trachea. Angron frowned and sniffed, a kind of burning flesh emanating from it.

The smell entered his nose.

"Anyway, I have to take a rest for two or three days - a deep rest. During this time, the Revenge will be handed over to you. Oh, hell, how many times will I have to burn myself...

."

The mage stood up unsteadily and left the main control room.