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Instefan number three.

Within the empire, the term represented many things.

Brothers defect, betrayal, blood. The former siblings aimed their swords at each other's backs, and the leader wanted nothing more than a burning galaxy. For this, he can give everything.

For example using a virus bomb, then detonating it in the atmosphere with the Vengeful Spirit's light spear. The entire planet was plunged into a sea of ​​fire, and more than six billion people died here. He even went so far as to purge his legion of the heirs still loyal to the Emperor, and persuaded his equally betrayed brother to do the same.

It was a massacre, and countless loyalists died in that battle. Among them was the former owner of Fulgrim's current weapon, Saul Tarvitz.

And now, Fulgrim said, he thought he heard his name called from above Instefan Three.

"Looks like a ghost from the past has come to ask for your life, Fulgrim."

The broken phoenix was lying in the medical cabin, and the mage's slightly sarcastic words didn't move him: "I hope so."

"If their souls are still on that planet, I'll go, I must go myself..." Fulgrim muttered as the bubbles rose and exploded in the medical cabin. , the green medical liquid is slowly healing his serious injuries.

"Unfortunately, the Instefan III is not currently on our sailing route."

He Shenyan simply leaned against the wall, he didn't mind chatting for a while: "Also, the past is over, Fulgrim. Your regret cannot turn back time and let the person at that time make the right decision. No You must feel guilty for him, you are not him, and he is not you."

"No, I won't shirk my responsibilities. If I can't even meet them in person, what else can I do? If someone from the past really comes to ask for my life, then come on, I won't run away."

"Then, it seems I can only wish you good luck."

He Shenyan smiled, he didn't expect himself to be able to convince a Primarch in a few words. And never thought to force them to convince them, everyone has their own free will, what's more, what Fulgrim is asking for is very legitimate.

When someone calls, is there any reason not to respond?

He turned his head, his eyes crossed the sea of ​​stars in an instant, and came to the Prodas galaxy not far away, where many people were praying.

"Wait a minute, we'll be there soon."

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"Captain, what about the Deep Destruction?"

"Stayed on another planet...what's this for?"

The captain glanced at the soldier who asked this question, and the other party was reluctant: "That's our dragon!"

"That's the dragon of the Empire!"

The captain gave him a stern look: "The empire needs her, she will go wherever she is!"

This episode didn't last long, and the newly dispatched political commissar quickly came over and pulled this guy away. Their entire company was heading to the third hangar, and the second company was coming soon. The captain didn't know what the new vehicle would be, but with the Jewel of Deep Destruction in front, I'm afraid the new vehicle would be difficult for him to see.

The idea was thrown to the ground by himself after ten minutes, and then crushed with his feet.

"The *expletive* Emperor is up!"

The captain stared dumbfounded at the thing in front of them, the cigarette in his mouth nearly falling to the ground. The other people's reactions were similar, and the commissar who heard the sentence didn't even react - he was in the same shock.

With a streamlined body, the body itself presents a low-key black and outlines the main line in white. The Empire's golden Aquila emblem gleams on the chest.

Honestly, the things in front of them reminded the captain of the Imperial Knight mechs he had seen. Those huge war machines ranging from nine meters to fifteen meters in height are extremely powerful on the battlefield.

Each one is enough to affect the situation of a war, of course, in the war in which Cadian fell, the knights actually couldn't do much.

After a shocking silence, the captain lit a cigarette for himself and took a deep breath: "Okay, the center of the circle... What kind of treasure is this time?"

Between the words, he looked back at his soldiers. The group of bastards changed their sullenness when they learned that they could not drive the Deep Destruction.

"'Blade of Heroes', the first-generation war mech, requires four people in the cockpit and is up to 15 meters high. It adopts spiritual connection and does not require complex control equipment and strict training. Every move can be quickly reflected, and it has a high The agility. But the mech is damaged, and the pilot will experience the same pain."

The center of the circle quickly introduced them: "Equipped with a magic shield, which can deflect most gunpowder weapons. The surface is made of rune composite material, which is also extremely resistant to power weapons. It is extremely resistant to all terrains. adaptability, while having a certain degree of flight capability.”

"Note: The Blade of Heroes specializes in melee combat, so it does not contain any long-range attack methods. The mecha itself can greatly enhance the driver's reaction speed. Usually, the consciousness of the four people will merge with the mecha during the driving process, and the reaction speed will be improved. It will increase by about six times. At the same time, the core of the mecha is engraved with shadow runes, which can briefly enter the shadow for short-distance teleportation and sneak."

"The energy itself is enough to last 24 hours of full-scale combat, and at the same time, it adopts the 'killing transformation' system, which can prolong the battery life by killing enemies and assimilating their flesh and blood essence, and can also use solar energy."

"Introduction, Captain, do you need to train immediately?"

"...stop, a group of four?"

The captain scratched his head: "My first company now has 400 people, and there are 100 Blades of Heroes here?"

"There are currently ninety-one units, and the remaining nine are still in production."

"What about the second company?"

"The war mecha of the second company is 'Thunder Cloud', which specializes in long-range fire suppression and can form a good linkage with your first company. You don't have to worry about the number of mechas. At present, most of the magic power of the Vengeance is supplied. All supplied to the production line. Production is expected to be completed in three hours.”

"Okay, then I'll be fine - listen up everyone!"

The captain turned around, looked at the excited soldiers, and smiled maliciously: "Grouping, you all heard. Groups of four, and then take a lottery to allocate, we now only have ninety-one Yingwuzhi Blades, so there are bound to be thirty-six unlucky ones who can only watch other people practice duel."

He waved his hand: "Come on, let's draw lots!"

Fifteen minutes later, the captain sat on the edge of the warehouse with the other thirty-five soldiers, his face sullen and gloomy.

"Damn..." He took a hard puff on his cigarette.

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The excitement of the Cadian soldiers at the bottom of the Vengeance did not escape He Shenyan's eyes. To put it more bluntly, as long as he wanted to, he could know exactly what everyone on the ship was doing now.

However, this is not his initiative. Because of its particularity and the relationship with the center of the magic circle, the Vengeance is passively reporting these messages to him all the time. For example, there are planetary wreckage several meters ahead that can be used to absorb it, and where the breath of Chaos traitors has been detected.

To be honest, it's annoying.

However, trouble to trouble, these messages still have to be accepted. There were no astronauts and navigators on the Vengeance. He was the only one who could navigate and predict danger for the people on board, and he was the only one who could withstand the huge flow of information on the Vengeance.

If it were an ordinary psionicist, I am afraid that hundreds of people would not be able to hold on for ten minutes. The information clutter and the running disturbances up and down the Vengeance will wash away their directly connected spirits, and the psionicists' spirits will be greatly impacted, either turning into idiots or madmen.

In the main control room, the mage leisurely put his feet on the table and played with a black ball in his hand. It contains a bastard who has completely turned his back on humanity and joined Chaos, a disgusting scum.

Lucius - the immortal, Lucius.

The name is intimidating, it is. But he is now a stone, unable to talk to people, unable to use any of his seductively depraved abilities. Even if it is held by a child now, it cannot affect the other's mind. And his terrifying ability to regenerate can't be used.

He Shenyan didn't kill him again, he just turned him into a black ball.

He was thinking about what to do next, and the Vengeance would soon reach the Prodars system. Besides killing those Khorne followers and other Chaos traitors, he has other things to do. For example, saving civilians who were taken as slaves. Khorne believers need slaves, which might seem a little ridiculous to say.

However, among the believers of the Four Evil Gods, the believers of Khorne will not kill innocents indiscriminately - what the Blood God needs is the head of an evenly matched or powerful opponent, killing innocents indiscriminately is a shame to her. Therefore, followers of Khorne generally do not slaughter women and children unless those who take up arms are against them.

However, they will capture them and lock them in the bottom of the ship as slaves, repairing their armor, ships and some simple chores for them. Even in order to ensure their numbers, these Khorne Berserkers will urge those poor slaves to give birth from time to time...

In short, this group of people can be considered normal when they are not fighting.

In addition, Angron gave him a very rare suggestion.

A... not very practical, but surprising advice coming out of his mouth.

In Fulgrim's infirmary, Angron said to him: "Why don't we take a planet? Then use it as a base and make a series of modifications. The Vengeance can continue to hunt, but this planet can be Near the Great Rift as a staging point. Strike down any Chaos traitors that pass by, while rescuing those mortals that may be."

He is very concerned about 'saving mortals'.

This idea is also beautiful. However, an idea is just an idea, and the difficulty will increase more than ten times in practice. He Shenyan can indeed transform the planet. But then what?

They are seriously understaffed, that's one of them. Although it is possible to create golems to guard, golems are just golems after all. Secondly, if the planet is attacked by traitors, who can guarantee that the Vengeance will return to support at any time?

No one can guarantee, not even He Shenyan. The damn warp blocked all the possibility of long-distance teleportation. He had only performed short-distance teleportation once so far, and that one almost killed him.

After thinking about it again and again, he decided to let Angron come and talk to him in person.

"I'm afraid I can't agree with your plan, Angron, there are too many uncertainties to realize. I can make that planet a base, but I can't guarantee what will happen after that."

"...I can be stationed on that planet and be in charge of defense. The Vengeance can start from that planet and sweep away the traitors around it. Until we completely clear the traitors around the Great Rift, how about that?"

"You seem to be very attached to this planet."

Angron was silent for a while, then sighed.

He said frankly: "That's right, because I need a conscription world. At present, there are only me and Jivaldoron in the bravery of the world, not to mention the legion. Two people are not even a battle group."

"So that's what you thought..." He Shenyan nodded.

"Then I can understand why you are so urgent, but, with all due respect, Angron. It's still a stupid idea."

"How are you going to explain to them after returning to the Empire? You brought an entire legion and named yourself the World Eater Brave. This name sounds similar to the World Eater, and their Primarch.... .. I will not mention the issue of the Primarch for now, do you think the current political structure of the Empire can accept such a huge force?"

"It's just a legion!" Angron said inexplicably.

"...After the Second Army was founded, there is no longer the name Legion."

He Shenyan explained to him feebly, feeling that he was playing the piano to the cow: "The current Astartes are organized as warbands, and even if they are full, there are only a thousand people. At this time, there will be a legion? You are not afraid. Those bureaucrats were scared to death."

"Trust me, they can do anything in a hurry. You need military spending to maintain an entire legion, right? They check you fifteen times a year, and then cut the funding. The following is the trial court's random inspection and distributed to your children. Missions are also extremely dangerous. How do you explain this to other Chapters?"

"How do you know so clearly?"

"Because I've seen too much, Angron. It's the same in every universe."

"I really hate politics." Angron said through gritted teeth. "This is obviously a good thing!"

"It's a good thing, but you are not a good person in this universe. Let's stop this matter here... I will think of a way to deal with the conscription world. As for that world, let's not think too much about it."

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