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Revenge, first bridge.

The fully armed third company of the Crimson Blade Chapter was in attendance. They stood silently, waiting for orders. The upgraded armor gave them great confidence. In the previous gang-hopping battles, the upgrade

Later armors have proven their reliability.

Not only do they have greater output, better defense, and faster speed. They can even block some enemies' evil sorcery for them, which is very important. The third company does not have a think tank, which is usually fine. If the enemy

If there are psykers, then the battle will become extremely unfavorable to them.

But that's different now.

Angron emerged from the corner, his steps strong and heavy. Givadorun followed him.

He approached slowly, scanning the faces of everyone present with suspicious eyes.

The distrust in his eyes stung them deeply - the soldiers of the Third Company had fought alongside him many times.

They have a deep understanding of Angron's bravery. However, where does the other party's distrust come from? They have never flinched in the battle!

They had no way of knowing, they only felt the shame of being slighted and their determination to prove themselves.

Ezekiel puffed up his chest: "My lord!"

His voice echoed on the bridge: "All members of the Third Company of the Crimson Blade Chapter are here! Awaiting your orders!"

"Your task is very difficult, and you have the right to refuse." Angron said lightly.

"We won't take no for an answer!"

"You will die."

"Death is our long-cherished wish! As long as we can die properly, what's the point of fear?"

"very good."

A smile of approval flashed across his face, but in the next second, the smile turned into another, deeper and more complex emotion.

"I don't like to use aggressive tactics, and I don't like to insult warriors like you."

Angron spoke slowly and sincerely, his previous doubts gone, leaving only the most sincere apology: "I apologize for my previous words. But I must explain this matter. You have the right to refuse, and you have the right to accept it if you wish."

After knowing the mission information, he questioned me, and even had the right to refuse to work with us later."

Ezekiel's heart boiled, and he knew that so did his brothers - it was an honor for any Astartes to be respected by a warrior like him.

"What do you mean?"

Angron closed his eyes and tapped his breastplate. Immediately afterwards, a tall giant walked out of the corner behind him.

He had a head full of straight white hair, but he had no intention of combing it, letting it hang loosely.

There was an indifferent expression on his pale and handsome face, and there was a long and narrow scar on his right cheek. This scar destroyed the perfection that seemed to be innate in him, and reduced his almost godlike handsomeness.

A lot, but it seems more real.

The giant slowly walked up to Angron, and for the first time there was emotion in his ancient eyes. Ezekiel was keenly aware of this - he was evaluating us.

Evaluate.

This word made Ezekiel suddenly frown. He could accept Angron's provocation and questioning, but he could not accept the distrust of this stranger he had just met. Just when he was about to speak, the giant stepped in first.

"I don't think they are qualified to know the truth." The giant said coldly.

"Bah-"

Angron turned around suddenly, with such force that the ground made a sharp and harsh noise. He said to the giant with irrepressible anger: "Take back what you just said!"

"...They are not your children."

"They are qualified warriors and role models among the Astartes! How could you insult them like this?"

"This is not an insult, my brother."

The giant's attitude softened and he closed his eyes. The bit of humanity revealed in that expression moved Ezekiel for a moment.

He said: "Mortals, Astartes. Or you and me, there is no difference between us. We will all die, we will all fall. If I tell the truth here, can you guarantee that they will accept it?"

"To say it or not to say it is two different things. It has nothing to do with whether they can accept it or not."

At this time, another voice came from the far end of the bridge, interrupting the dispute between the two.

"Honestly, you two have pretty much explained everything between the lines."

Ezekiel turned around and saw a man walking from the other end of the bridge.

He kept coughing, and golden light spots emanated from his body with every step he took: "...And, to be honest, everyone on our ship should know the truth. Sooner or later, they will see

Instead of letting the seeds of doubt take root and sprout in our hearts, we should take the initiative to tell the truth."

"Why are you here?!" Angron looked very surprised. He quickly walked over to help the mage: "Didn't you say that you overused your power and needed to rest?"

"It's just a bit of brain overload due to excessive use of magic power. It's okay. Besides, you two really make me worried."

He Shenyan waved his hand, signaling Angron to take away his damned heavy iron hand. Considering their size contrast, Angron's help to fall was more like deliberate murder. The latter understood

, quickly retracted his right hand in embarrassment.

When he came to the third company, Ezekiel had already fallen into thinking - he was not a fool. As the commander of the third company and the master of the regiment's arsenal, he certainly had the right to read those ancient and urgent books.

Because of this... he felt that he could somewhat guess the identities of these two people.

Unfortunately, there is a big gap between his guess and the facts.

"Listen up, the third company of the Crimson Blade Chapter." He Shenyan said seriously. "I think you have the right to know the truth, so you must be prepared."

"...Please tell me, my lord."

"The person standing behind me is the original body, and the person standing over there is also the original body."

Hey, I know, that's it... Ezekiel's eyes suddenly relaxed, but the mage's next words almost made him fall over.

"This is Angron, and that is Fulgrim."

"..."

Ezekiel thought for a second, two seconds, three seconds. Then he stamped his feet vigorously, and all seventeen Astartes drew their weapons - they huddled together in a defensive formation, vigilantly

Looking at Angron and Fulgrim, they intentionally or unintentionally ignored He Shenyan's existence.

Givadoron immediately pulled out his chainsword and defended himself in front of the original body. The atmosphere became tense in an instant.

"I knew it would be like this."

Fulgrim said calmly: "That's why I want to act alone, not with his descendants."

"Idiot! Do you think you can walk freely among a large group of traitors with your body alone without wearing armor or relying on weapons?!" Angron cursed angrily.

"They are my descendants... Even if they rebel, I can only kill them." Fulgrim said to himself, ignoring that the hidden meaning of his words had become a bit dangerous.

.

"Oh, then you are really noble! What if your heirs are killing people? Do you want those victims to kneel on the ground and pray for your arrival?"

Fulgrim hesitated: "I have never said such a thing..."

"That's what you mean! You damn idiot, why shouldn't I rescue you from that rib collection?" Angron mocked mercilessly.

"Take back what you said!"

The mage sighed, covered his forehead, and roared: "You two idiots, can you shut your mouths?! For the sake of the emperor!"

A golden shadow flashed past him.

The huge sense of oppression that came from nowhere caused the two of them to shut their mouths instantly, and also caused the third company of the Crimson Blade to fall into a sluggish state.

The scene became extremely quiet for a moment.

Ezekiel put his hand on his breastplate - the feather he got from Sanguinius was hidden in the interlayer. He murmured to himself to break the awkward silence: "Emperor

Your Majesty...No, I mean..."

He looked at He Shenyan carefully: "You, you are...?"

"No, I am not."

He Shenyan answered him expressionlessly, and then, a burst of blue light flashed. Lictor teleported to him, wearing the repaired Forbidden Forces power armor.

"..."

This time, He Shenyan fell into silence.

Ezekiel's expression has changed to "I completely understand" - so that's it? That can explain it, it can completely explain it.

Lictor silently gave up the idea of ​​speaking. He realized that he might have come at the wrong time.

The mage sighed heavily again.

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In the main control room.

"We can discuss the issue of my identity later."

Ezekiel said cautiously: "But that's what you said before, and I still don't know your name."

"...Listen up, Ezekiel, your mission is very dangerous. I need you to use decapitation tactics to break in from the sky. According to the scan of the Vengeance, there is a huge sacrifice on the surface of the hive.

Pit, there is an extremely strong energy reaction coming from there. I can't teleport you directly to him, so you must rush in layer by layer."

He Shenyan adopted the method of changing the topic, and it worked. Ezekiel instantly entered a state of battle preparation. He frowned and stared at the light blue light curtain, thoughtfully.

Above the light curtain, there is a huge crater on the surface of Bandar Star. The real-time images returned are extremely horrifying. Countless corpses are floating spontaneously, flying towards it from the ground or from the broken walls.

That huge pit. Many traitors who had turned to Slaanesh were looking expectantly at a figure next to the pit.

After a long time, he said cautiously: "Our number alone should not be enough to pose a threat to the enemies around the sacrifice pit. We have no reliable means of breakthrough and cannot rush to the wizard who is presiding over the sacrifice ceremony."

"This is natural." He Shenyan nodded. At the same time, Likto behind him took a step forward.

"So, this Imperial Guard and Givadoron will act with you. You will also have support from the sky."

"Then, I have no doubt, I accept this task."

Ezekiel nodded crisply, not to mention how much help a forbidden soldier could bring to them. Just the fact that the Revenge could provide support could already determine the victory - he had seen the impressive power of the Revenge.

Shocking firepower.

However, what he didn't know was that the sky support did not come from the Revenge.

Ezekiel made an eagle salute, and then left the main control room with Lictor. They were about to launch a surprise attack through the teleportation circle. Teleportation without any warning would give them an advantage in the battle.

Fulgrim and Angron stood opposite the mage together, neither of them looking at each other, with straight faces.

"Can you two stop this nonsense? We're in a fucking war!"

Seeing this scene, He Shenyan couldn't help but curse. He slapped the table hard, pointed at Angron and said, "I know you think he doesn't deserve to have such a face. His existence is an insult to your memory."

That Fulgrim. But you have to at least give him a chance to prove it!"

Angron looked away silently.

Fulgrim showed a smile - the next second, the mage pointed at him. "And you!"

He spread his hands and asked with great confusion: "Why on earth did you say, 'I can only kill my heirs'? Ah? Please explain, Fulgrim."

"...I didn't think much of it at the time."

Fulgrim said honestly: "My question, sorry."

Angron chuckled.

The emperor's family education is really, damn, terrible - absolutely terrible!

No matter which universe it is!

He Shenyan closed his eyes in pain. He never expected that he would be responsible for mediating the relationship between the two original bodies and paying attention to their psychological conditions. But now is not the time to worry so much.

He tried to calm himself down: "You two have a simple mission, but the situation inside the hive is not optimistic. The traitors have broken through to the second level. The commander of the resistance army is a ruthless character. His original plan was to die together. But we

After arriving, he should stop this plan."

"So, I need you two to kill all the traitors in the hive. Is that okay? I will give you two directions in real time on where to go."

"a piece of cake."

Fulgrim twisted his neck and glanced at Angron: "As long as this brainless fool doesn't hold me back."

Angron smiled coldly: "Idiot."

"What did you say?!"

"Idiot."

"I -" Fulgrim was furious for a moment. His restraint did not allow him to curse without scruple like Angron, so he could only blush with anger. Angron laughed even more wantonly when he saw this.

, and just when he was about to add more fire, the mage coughed.

He turned around and saw that He Shenyan had sat down at some point. He was hunched over and coughing non-stop. Golden light spots continued to spill out from between his fingers and disappeared in an instant.

The mage raised his hand and stopped Angron from trying to come over. He calmed himself down after taking a deep breath and explained: "It's okay, I just made a small attempt."

"What did you do again?" Angron has not forgotten what the 'little attempt' he mentioned last time brought about.

"Someone prayed to me - no, prayed to him. He said that he needed courage and strength, so I tried to see if I could give it to him." He Shenyan smiled and continued: "It seems that I succeeded.

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"As for you two..." He sighed and snapped his fingers. A light blue light flashed in the main control room, sending them directly to the middle level of the nest.