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"boom--!"

Lightning surged from his ax head, and they twisted wildly in the air. Several charred corpses were left on the ground in disturbing postures. Their mutated and twisted limbs were gone, but

The bones still have varying degrees of changes, which is proof of their depravity.

Even death cannot cover up this evidence of corruption.

Immediately afterwards, Angron turned around and slashed - the lightning ax cut through the air as its name suggests, and with a roar, its ax blade made of pure lightning easily chopped off the head of a Slaanesh traitor

.

There are still some traces of the Emperor's Children on one side of the opponent's shoulder armor, but it has become bloody and depraved in key places.

Carrying the giant axe, lightning flashed across his armor from the ax blade, cleaning the blood on his armor as if he had self-awareness, and his armor became brand new again. All of Angron's emotions were buried.

Under his gloomy and solemn helmet, only the scarlet eyepieces could give a glimpse of his anger.

Starting from the second level, he had already killed half of the hive. His footprints were dotted with many corpses along the way. Their methods of death were different, but they had only one thing in common.

He walked forward with a huge ax on his shoulder, and there was a pungent stench from the burning corpse coming from the breathing grille. Angron stopped where he was, and sure enough, across from him, Fulgrim was in the same posture

Came for a stroll.

Unlike Angron, his simple cloth was already covered with blood. The same was true for the power sword in his hand. Fulgrim's expression was still calm. So calm that he even noticed Angron's arrival.

Didn't say anything.

He Shenyan's voice sounded in their minds: "Yes, you have gathered."

He sounds weak, Angron thought.

"Then, you can head to the bottom of the nest now... The traitors' internal communications have been blocked by me, and they don't know the situation in the rear yet. Of course, you can kill them very quickly."

There was murderous intent in his voice: "You don't need to worry about the enemies on the surface. There is a line of defense at the bottom of the hive. Break in from the rear... and end their lives."

As his words fell, golden light spots formed a spot on the ground, guiding them where to go. Now that the nest city is extremely damaged, this kind of guidance can be said to be extremely precious. Everywhere

They are all burning ruins and corpses, and various collapsed buildings have buried most of the roads.

Without guidance, they may arrive later - which means more soldiers will die in the battle, which Angron cannot allow. He understands sacrifice and its significance, but cannot tolerate this

An avoidable sacrifice.

He strode forward, and Fulgrim followed silently. He looked back at the direction Angron was coming from, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. The flame ignited on his son's body.

Phoenix closed his eyes.

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"Second Company, prepare to fire volley!"

"receive!"

The sergeant yelled in his ears. Annuo clenched the rifle in his hand, reached out of the bunker made of metal plates, and pulled the trigger together with his brothers.

Those laser beams that were originally unable to even scratch the armor of the Chaos Traitors have now become deadly and extremely dangerous. If they are directly hit by several beams, even the thick shoulder armor will be directly penetrated.

The defense line formed by the mortals was simple but extremely strong. They relied on the standard laser guns and a few dozen plasma weapons in their hands to restrain many Chaos Astartes, and even killed some of them - this was simply called

A miraculous achievement.

Even they themselves couldn't explain what was going on.

You know, in the past, without mechanized troops and heavy fire support, these Chaos traitors often only needed a few simple charges to tear apart their defense lines and kill everyone among them. Although they are unwilling to admit this, but

Annuo knew very well that they were no match for these traitors.

When he voluntarily went to the front line for defense, he was prepared to die. But when he prayed to the emperor, he saw a scene that he could not imagine at all...

"Emperor..."

He recited His name silently, and a kind of courage rose from the bottom of his heart. Looking around, his brothers all had the same expression on their faces.

The political commissar was even more exaggerated. He leaned half of his body out of the bunker, shouting the name of the emperor while shooting wildly. The bolt pistol in his hand had already fired forty-seven rounds - An

Nuo is counting, this is his little hobby.

But... he had not reloaded the ammunition, and the maximum number of ammunition loaded in the bolt pistol was 12 rounds.

There is no doubt that this is the emperor's blessing.

At this moment, a voice came from their communication channel: "Soldiers, you are doing a good job - we are here to support you."

Heavy footsteps sounded from behind them, and Anno looked back. The Emperor's Death Angels were rushing towards them. They were not many in number, but they gave Anno great confidence. They fought side by side with the Astartes.

It means many things, and the Cadian people who have lost their homeland need only one of them.

honor.

This is proof of honor.

His sergeant shouted over the channel: "Sir, we have covering fire for you!"

"Just fire."

"You all heard it!" the political commissar shouted from the trench with red eyes. "Fire! Fire! It's time to counterattack! Kill all these bastards!"

"For the Emperor!"

War roars rang out one after another at the bottom of the dirty, chaotic, synonymous hive of sin. At this moment, an unexplained sense of connection made them all become fanatical. Annuo looked around and found that his brother

Their pupils all turned golden, but they didn't notice it.

Annuo knew that he should be the same way.

He closed his eyes, and two lines of tears rolled down from his eyes, washing away the face full of dirt and dried blood.

Inser is also charging.

Although his only remaining guard captain tried every means to persuade him not to risk his life - as long as the Chapter Master still exists, there is still hope for the Chapter's revival.

But Insel still insisted, and his words left the guard captain speechless: "The meaning of our existence is to protect the people of the empire. Now, they are in danger. If I don't step forward, the reconstruction of the battle group will be difficult."

What can be done?”

And now, the guard captain is by his side.

"Death, traitor!"

He angrily sawed open the chest of a traitor with his chainsword, which was different from the crispness of a power weapon. Death by a chainsword was quite painful, and even these Slaanesh traitors sometimes couldn't bear it. And he was killed by him.

The one who was killed endured even more - a golden light emerged from Insel's chainsword.

The light instantly filled the traitor's body, igniting his whole body. A human-shaped torch fell to the ground, and he wailed crazily and cried loudly. It seemed that even his soul was burned by it. Insel was cold.

Staring at him, he showed a cold smile that he didn't even notice.

With an explosion, the traitors exploded - sparks splashed in front of the battle line, and some of the traitors who were touched immediately became the same human-shaped torches. This flame seemed to be extremely poisonous to them, completely unbearable, as long as

If you get a little bit of it, you will immediately lose all will to fight.

"This is His will!"

The Chaplain of the Chapter shouted with absolute fanaticism on the communication channel, and fired the bolt gun in his hand repeatedly, no longer caring about the scarce ammunition, as if he wanted to vent his emotions.

His roar almost made Inser deaf: "The Emperor is watching us! Watching his people! We must not disappoint him, we must not disgrace him! Kill everyone! All traitors shall be punished.

die!"

Inser agreed with what he said, especially the last sentence.

When Angron and Fulgrim arrived, the scene they saw shocked them both. They rushed over as quickly as possible, but the scene seemed a little different from what they had imagined.

The traitors have been killed and can only huddle on the side of the factory and linger. Mortals fight side by side with the Astartes. Their originally weak laser beams are accurate and deadly, and some Chaos traitors without helmets will even be blown up directly.

Head. These Cadian people actually used laser weapons to unleash bolter fire.

Angron's eyepiece magnified the picture for him and accurately captured the golden pupils of a mortal soldier. He immediately realized what the mage had done. "...It's really a small attempt."

Fulgrim finally spoke: "It seems we are not needed anymore."

"Is it possible that you have to stand by and watch? Such a great battle...how can you not leave your own traces in it?"

Angron said solemnly, then lowered his body and rushed into the battlefield. His arrival made many soldiers and Astartes suspicious, but when they saw him killing traitors without hesitation, they temporarily put aside their suspicions.

.

Fulgrim hid himself in the darkness and shook his head: "This reckless man..."

He did not choose to participate in the battle, but wandered behind the battle lines like a ghost, burning the mutilated corpses of his descendants with golden flames.

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"You played well..."

Lictor turned his head slightly to avoid the attack of Lucius's alien left hand. He raised his right hand again, and the power sword accurately blocked the path of Lucius's slender saber. From the beginning of the fight to now, Lu Xiu

None of Si's words could make him react. It was as if he was not fighting a real person, but was conducting routine training.

It wasn't even worth the slightest bit of emotional upheaval on his part.

"You are so boring. Did he cut off your tongue in the palace of rotting corpses? I heard that he eats a hundred people every day...Is it true?"

Lucius chuckled, and the fork at the front of his disgusting long tongue twisted disgustingly: "If you don't say anything, I will assume that it is true, right?"

"..."

Lictor's gaze became a little dangerous, and his suddenly heavy breathing did not escape Lucius's ears. A disgusting smile appeared on his face, which was full of scars and looked like a puzzle piece.

"Ha, dear... you can still react."

Ezekiel, who was cleaning up the traitors on the surface, did not ignore the situation here. He asked on the communication channel: "How long until the sky support arrives?"

"Come right away, my lord!"

The captain's voice rang in his ears, and at the same time, the sky suddenly darkened. Ezekiel looked up, his pupils shrinking.

"Where do you want us to bomb?"

"...Is there a way to strike accurately?"

Ezekiel calmed down and forced himself not to pay attention to the mechanical dragon whose body seemed to be overwhelming. The sheer size of this mechanical creation would stun even an Astartes' mind.

"Of course, sir! Deep Destruction is at your service!"

"Good name." Ezekiel took a step back, dodging the attack of a traitor. The opponent's power claws grazed his shoulder armor, making a harsh metallic friction sound. At the same time, a bomb struck

He flew past his shoulder armor and accurately hit the enemy's head.

He didn't need to look back to know that it was Givadoron's shot. He had to admit that having such a skilled shooting brother covering their backs really made people feel extremely reassured.

"Pay attention to the northwest! There is a person there--"

"—I saw him, my lord! Do you need us to bomb?"

"No, don't bomb."

Givadoron intervened in the conversation, his voice was calm and steady, as if he was on an outing. While he was speaking, he blew the head of another traitor.

"Your... spaceship, no, flying dragon. Does it have non-lethal weapons on it? Or restraints."

"You all heard it! Check!"

The captain shouted in the voice channel, and then said: "Please forgive me, my young men are not very familiar with the Destruction of the Deep, please give us some time."

"No need."

About two minutes later, Ezekiel heard the captain say excitedly: "Yes! Sir! The Deep Destruction is equipped with a confinement weapon that can be used against up to a thousand people. Do you need us to use it?"

"Use it now!"

Ezekiel said categorically: "Remember, don't kill him! After you imprison him, don't talk to him, don't torture him or get close to him, do you understand?"

After listening to the whole story, Lictor took a step back silently. His movements made Lucius stop in place with some surprise. He smiled and shrugged, and the human face on the armor began to squirm disgustingly again: "

What’s wrong? Keep going, honey, haven’t we just entered the state?”

Lictor pointed to the sky.

Then, he said his first and last words to Lucius: "...Idiot, look above your head."

"What?!"

His tone stretched infinitely, and a dark beam of light fell from the sky, hitting Lucius accurately. In the beam, his body began to be fixed, and then cut bit by bit. No blood flowed out, but his body

It was cut into countless thin slices.

Lucius's ugly face showed unconcealable panic, and he could even speak normally. Lictor even saw the tremor in his vocal cords: "What is this?! What did you do to me?!"

Lictor took off his helmet and looked at him with a sneer, without saying a word.

Only silence is the highest contempt.