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Sitting inside the 'Thundercloud' war mech, the second company commander of the Cadian regiment had difficulty suppressing his emotions. Unlike the Blade of Heroes, Thundercloud is controlled by one person, so it can better understand the feeling of the war mech's nascent consciousness growing little by little during the killing.

His spiritual link with Leiyun is very stable, and every time the mecha raises and moves can be accurately fed back to him. For the second company commander, the mecha is himself at this time.

Every movement is very smooth, such as now.

Leiyun stood on the ground with both feet, the launch port on his shoulder was opened, and twelve portable magic cannons filled with magic power flashed an ominous gloomy red light inside. The restless magic was transmitted to the second company commander's mind through the spiritual link. He gritted his teeth and restrained his thoughts of wanting to destroy everything as he said during training.

The Array Center is right, driving a thundercloud means keeping oneself calm at all times, otherwise the desire for destruction and destruction will consume them - for no other reason, unlike 'Blade of Heroes', 'Thundercloud' It is a complete long-range war mech. Simply designed to destroy the enemy.

Therefore, the energy attribute He Shenyan prepared for it was the most violent of all magic powers, and the magic power itself would affect the user. If they are not firm enough, they will easily be swallowed by mechas and become madmen with no wisdom and no soul, only eager to destroy everything.

The second company commander wanted to take a deep breath, but in the mental link state, he couldn't do such a thing.

Fortunately, the tranquilizer that came with the mecha itself had been injected into his body, and feeling the urge to gradually subside, twelve portable magic cannons began to fire one by one according to his will. The gushing magical power of destruction and the recoil of the magic cannon echoed on the shoulders of the second company commander. He knew that his shoulders had not suffered any damage. That was the feedback given to him by the mecha itself.

But the reaction force still made him feel a surge of excitement.

The red light was brilliant, almost illuminating half the sky - he was not the only one who fired the magic cannon, and there were thirty 'Thundercloud' mechas that landed at the rear of the battlefield, and not all members of the second company could become pilots. Due to the particularity of Thundercloud, its drivers must pass a series of willpower tests. Because of this, the number of thunderclouds is actually quite rare.

But the amount of firepower has never had anything to do with the number of mechas.

Those magic cannons dragged red shadows over the heads of the traitors. Exploding accurately in the crowd, blood spattered, armor vaporized. The ground turned into a dark red sticky substance, a mixture of metal, dirt, and flesh. Through Leiyun's scanner, the second company commander could clearly see this scene.

He was very glad he didn't have to smell the smell.

On the other side of the battlefield, the captains continued their slaughter—jumping out of the shadows and disappearing, then wielding psionic blades to kill one intractable traitor after another. Those huge Chaos traitors could penetrate their defenses alone in the past, but at this time they all died under their swords with unwillingness.

"On the right." A soldier reminded in the spiritual link.

The mecha deftly evaded the attack immediately, and the exhaust port behind it spewed high-temperature steam that could roast people alive into coke to dissipate heat inside the mecha. The high-temperature steam permeated the whole body of the Blade of Heroes, burning all the broken flesh and blood on it, and the mecha itself did not spare the flesh and blood of these traitors.

They were converted into magic power by the mecha itself after a burst of mold, and continued to supply stable energy for the core that had been running continuously for more than an hour. The captain didn't know how long they could hold on, but he felt that he was in a very good state at this time - probably the same for the other three, after all, no one in the spiritual link can lie.

They were all in high spirits, and so were the mechs themselves.

"Counterattack!" The captain roared in the spiritual link, and the other three had the same thoughts as him, so the mecha perfectly executed their wishes.

Even though the newborn consciousness was still ignorant, he already understood what the word hatred meant.

The Blade of Heroes jumped into the shadows, and the 15-meter-high giant mecha disappeared among the Chaos traitors in an instant, causing a huge panic.

Randomly, it appeared above their heads in the next second, blowing a whirlwind of death. The two psionic blades kept spinning, and the cooling holes at the back of the arms were also opened, and the high-temperature steam spurted out, causing secondary damage to the enemies and providing a stronger thrust to the arms themselves.

Chopping bones and meat, stumps and broken arms flying around, the stench of Jiao Lake's flesh and blood was cut off along with those activated power armors. The eye mecha of the Blade of Heroes flashed red light, and the captain felt an unprecedented satisfaction, but only for a moment.

It was only for a moment, because in the next second, the story of Sergeant Priyad and the speech of that Excellency flooded his mind again.

This time, he didn't say anything, because the mecha itself had become one with them. The spiritual link has reached an unprecedented level of synchronization, and at this moment, they are this remarkable killing machine itself.

"For the Emperor!" they roared, and the mecha leaped into the shadows again.

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"I'm afraid what you create will break something in the empire. For the first time in tens of thousands of years, the Astartes can be replaced."

In the main control room, looking at the picture, Angron commented.

"Don't think too much, war mechs can't be rolled out to all parts of the empire - that means I have to travel all over the galaxy to install supporting facilities and train a group of people who know how to maintain mechs... Time doesn't allow it." He Shenyan shook his head.

He raised his fingers: "And, only under my nose, the intelligence inside these mechas will not be polluted by Tzeentch. Believe me, you wouldn't want to see these war mechs corrupted by Tzeentch. "

Angron frowned: "Will they be corrupted?"

He Shenyan still looked very calm: "There is a chance, so I will not choose to promote it. This is also why the Blade of Heroes chooses a team of four. These Cadian soldiers have been on the Vengeance for so long, and I have long been for each of them. Individuals are inscribed with spiritual protection spells, and they pray day and night, and their mental stability is unmatched by any other soldier in the Empire."

"A group of four can also solve this problem to a certain extent, and when the consciousness is connected, they can supervise each other."

"So, what about this long-range mecha called Leiyun?"

Angron pointed to the terrifying mechas on the light curtain that were behind the battlefield but turned the sky dark red. With an unprecedented solemnity in his eyes: "Their driver is only one person, right?"

"Yes, so I designed special insurance measures for Leiyun." The mage raised a finger of his right hand. "It's one thing they're rare. Two...I put a bomb on them."

"bomb?"

"It's complicated to explain, Angron. You just need to understand that I have placed a fragment of my power inside each thundercloud, and once Chaos pollution is detected, psionic flames will erupt. The thundercloud will immediately Activate the self-destruction plan, and the once-only teleportation spells inscribed in the core will take them directly into the enemy's hinterland."

He opened his right hand, then made a fist: "Explode."

"Do those mortals know about this?"

"Of course they know."

"When did you start designing these things?"

"It's just a little hobby in my spare time, these things are still too rudimentary." He Shenyan shook his head. "I wanted to design something that would really make them reborn... But the restrictions brought by the four bastards in the subspace are too big, and it can only be done one step at a time."

At this moment, the center of the circle reminded: "Lictor Shield Guard Captain sent a communication request."

"Connect."

Another light curtain rose, and Liktor, who was wearing a helmet, made an eagle salute to the mage, completely ignoring Angron on the side: "Sir, do we still need to join the battlefield?"

"Why do you think that way?"

Lictor bowed slightly and replied calmly, "Because the mortals have already won—at least half of them."

"Don't hesitate, Lictor, join the battle. They have won their victory, but your battle has not yet begun."

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and the separate teleportation array on the second bridge began to warm up and could start teleportation at any time. At the same time, the Vengeance began to correct its position in orbit little by little to ensure that the war mechs on the ground could be fully recovered.

"Understood, my lord. We will enter the field in three minutes."

The light curtain closes and the communication ends. Angron was keenly aware of the words He Shenyan didn't say. He asked, "So, they can't fight for too long, can they?"

"Yes, although I don't want to admit it. But the mental strength of mortals does not allow them to control the war mech to fight for too long. Even if I have made so many preparations and backup measures, they can only fight for less than two hours at present. More than this Over time, I'm afraid their spirits will suffer some serious damage."

"Enough is enough." Angron breathed out a little relieved. "Two hours of full-fledged fighting, judging by the fighting prowess they showed, it was totally worth it."

He Shenyan rubbed his eyebrows: "However, the battery life I set for the mecha itself is 24 hours... There is even a function of prolonging the time through killing and solar energy. not up."

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"My lord! We are under attack!"

"I know." Kahn replied sternly. He sat on a high chair made of skulls, overlooking everything below the steps. A huge chainsaw axe was in his hand.

He stood up, and the blessed power armor rumbled in the darkness. A simple action makes such a sound, it's hard not to suspect that the power armor is actually damaged. For 10,000 years, Kahn's enemies have asked this question, and they have finally verified the answer to this question with their own lives.

Karn reached for the chainsaw axe, which was single-edged, formerly one of the double axes Angron had used, the 'Blood Son'. Karn picked it up after it was damaged and had some craftsmen have it reforged. The blade of the axe is made of the teeth of a long-extinct beast, the mica dragon.

It is so sharp that it can be easily shredded along with the terracotta armor of the Astartes without even burning fuel for power. The handle of the axe is wrapped in skin flayed from the coward, and the power engine is fueled by Karn's axe undead. This axe, like its owner, has been an enemy of the Empire for the past 10,000 years.

"What's the situation on the battlefield?" Kahn asked quietly, not even a Khorne devotee.

This strange scene didn't make the Berserker who reported to him react, and his mind had long stopped supporting him to think like this. He just roared furiously: "No honor! Those damn mechs surround us! No blood!"

Kahn nodded at him. "I see. You go out first and join the battle. I'll come later."

His words made the berserker let out an excited roar, and immediately ran out with the chainsaw axe in his hand. Kahn stood there, picking up the blood and laying it lightly on his shoulder.

Karn did not join the fray as he had said, but instead stood there, clenching the chainsaw in his hand. As if waiting for something—fifteen minutes later, Kahn got what he wanted to see.

A group of Astartes descended from the sky, broke through the deck of his battleship, and landed in this dark and vast room. A beam of light fell on Kahn, illuminating the throne of skulls behind him.

"Interesting...a Custodian," Kahn said, his articulate High Gothic even sounding rhythmic when he was not wearing a helmet, unlike what he was rumored to be.

"Looks like I'm feeling right."

Kahn stretched out his left hand and placed it on top of his breastplate, his muscles agitated, and he began to exert force slowly. Between the five fingers, the breastplate that was blessed by the Blood God was torn off alive. The price is also very high. Half of his chest cavity was opened together with the departure of the breastplate, and the blood kept dripping.

Lictor made a silent gesture, and the well-trained Iron Serpents Astartes quickly surrounded Karn. The bolt gun was ready to fire at any time, and more Astartes who had fallen on the battlefield outside were heading here. And Givaudan, who was supposed to occupy the high point, did not move.

He stood there, staring at Kahn.

"Is he looking at me?" Kahn asked, an unconcealed weakness in his voice.

He threw the armor that represented the blessing of the Blood God on the ground, as if he was throwing away a piece of insignificant garbage: "Forbidden Army, let these warriors you bring back. They are not my opponents. Let you come, or Get the guy next to you to fight me...I demand a worthy death."

He laughed horribly: "If you kill me here, Karn will cease to exist. If you don't...then, those Skull Lords and Brass Scorpions that I have prepared will You grind to mince. Then I'll take your corpses all the way to that battleship, and finally take it back to Terra and kill everyone."

Jivaldoren stopped the guards who wanted to go forward. He took off his helmet and stepped out of the darkness until he was sure that Karn could see his face completely... Givadoren spoke calmly.

"Long time no see, Karn."

Ah yes, long time no see.

Heavy blood—no, no, what was rushing through his veins now should be called anger. Little by little, they began to press on Kahn's already slender nerves, and also caused his temples to rattle. It was as if someone had installed an electric drill in his brain. Kahn couldn't help frowning.

But that's about it.

"Jivadolen..." the ancient war dog, later World Eater, and now traitor said gloomily and solemnly. "Long time no see, you are still alive."

"You're not dead." Jivaldoren pulled out a stiff smile. "But soon."

"This is the end of the retelling... But I have a question. Jiva Doren, why are you still alive?" Kahn asked in confusion.

"Because my service is not over yet."

"Serve?!" Kahn burst out laughing, his deep laughter echoed in the throne room, knocking out bursts of echoes. "Serve to whom? You—Givadoron! Have you forgotten? You and I, we are all traitors!"

Anger finally crushed Kahn's nerves, causing his eyeballs to throb like crazy in their sockets. Thick blue veins throbbed on his neck and forehead, and the butcher's nails wriggled under the skin behind his head.

He growled filially: "Do you think you can cover up this by changing your body armor? Or, have you forgotten our former name and joined this little-known tattered warband instead?!"

"They have a lot of heroes, one of them just died a few days ago."

Givaudron calmly replied to his manic brother, his former brother: "We once had such heroes, but we didn't deserve them. So did our father, who killed them with his own hands."

The blood flowed downstream and gathered at Kahn's feet, soon forming a pool of blood. The betrayal himself seemed unaware of it, still maintaining his anger: "You're bringing up something you shouldn't have mentioned..."

Givaudan laughed suddenly mockingly.

"Really? Do I need to remind you of one more thing, Karn? When he ascended... on the lower deck, what did he want you to do? Karn? Answer me, he let What have you done for him?"

Kahn's face twitched, and he couldn't take it any longer, leaping off the throne, stepping over the steps. The blood son exploded, slashing at Jiva Doren with Karn's anger.

An old chainsaw sword easily blocked the blood, and the ferocious and sharp teeth seemed to be no longer sharp. As the sword collided with the blade of the axe, Kahn caught a glimpse of Jiva Doren's eyes.

There was a feeling in it that he couldn't accept.

mercy.

But in just an instant, the chainsaw sword collided with the blood son more than a dozen times, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult for the monks of the iron snake battle group around to catch it, even with the help of the goggles.

"At least I'm still loyal to him!" Kahn roared, his face that was distorted in pain from the butcher's nail attack became more and more hideous at this time. In contrast, Jivaldoren's face was calm.

Calmly doesn't even seem like a deathmatch, but an outing.

"He has become a monster, Kahn." The sergeant of the World Swallowing Brave told him sternly, tearing the false curtain hanging on Kahn's heart, and the bloody reality made Kahn more and more painful. .

"And you, Karn--you are nothing but a coward, succumbing at the feet of the evil god!"

The chainsaw sword swung from bottom to top, colliding between the chainsaws of Blood Son's mica dragon's teeth, and sparks scattered, illuminating each other's faces.

Givaudan was finally no longer calm.

"You should be the one who died on Instefan III! Remember Captain Erlen? Do you remember them?! I remember! I remember each of their names and faces!"

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"Kahn."

Staring at that familiar but unfamiliar face, Angron showed a rare expression of pain. In his world, Karn is known as the Chain Binder, a name derived from the chains he wraps around his armor and wrists.

This is an ancient tradition from Nucoria, from those gladiators. In this way, Kahn reminded himself, not to forget the tragedy of Nukoria, that no one should be born a slave to someone else.

He made Angron proud of him.

And now this figure on the light curtain... that familiar yet different face, that degenerate appearance and that axe that he was familiar with. All of this made Angron unable to restrain himself and remain calm.

"Go if you can't help it, Angron."

He Shenyan sat on the side so calmly that it was almost inhumane and said, "Anyway, you guys have already made the life and death of billions of people in the universe look like a family tea party."

"...I appreciate your attempt to calm me down with a bad joke, but it's really not funny."

"I didn't expect you to calm down, nor did I expect you to understand my sense of humor." The mage shrugged. "Do you think he still has a chance to make amends?"

Angron shook his head as he stared at the appearance of Jivaldoren and Kahn fighting each other.

"I don't know what he has done in this universe, but I can guess what he has fallen into - Kahn is very loyal." Angron said softly: "So if I fall, he will also Follow me."

"It's very self-aware." He Shenyan smiled, then put on a serious face. "You can go and say goodbye to him, Angron, or at least let him see you when he dies."

"What's the point?" Angron asked rhetorically. "I'm not his father, maybe we're genetically the same...but I'm not this Angron, nor the guy he knew."

"At least make him feel better."

"He's a traitor, I'm afraid he's killed countless people long ago. Let him feel better? What about those who were killed by him?"

He closed his eyes.

The voice almost murmured.

"I can't give him anything, Ho. Only death, only death."

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It's a little late, this chapter is two in one, and there is one more update.