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Chapter 1050 404 God War (11, 5k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1050 404. God War (11, 5k)

The incoming smoke was as dark as rancid meat, yet it had a hint of green in its depth.

Leman Russ roared wildly and swung Mionar, and the sharp blade, which the Fenrisians piously called the Sword of Night, sliced ​​lightly and heavily through the enemy's abdomen.

Its body was immediately cut open by this blow, and its internal organs fell to the ground, steaming on the snow. After a while, a deep melting pit was created.

However, it was not dead yet, and even extended its skinny claws to grab the Wolf King's armor. At this moment, a war hammer fell from the sky and crushed its head into powder.

"Vulcan!"

The Wolf King shouted, with both thanks and dissatisfaction in his voice.

He quickly made a wisecrack in the snowy sky. "You stole my prey, and I plan to keep its head as a souvenir! How can I show it off to my sons?"

The Fire Dragon Lord smiled lowly and did not answer.

His and Russ' postures during battle are very similar, and both can be described as terrifying. Ferrus once commented that he was like a god of destruction, and Vulkan agreed with him. The Fire Dragon Lord knew his own

Strength, so he always suppresses himself on weekdays.

But now, no need to.

He raised his left hand, and the Dawnbringer was waved again. The pure violence was clearly revealed at this moment.

The terrifying power of the original body made the zombies fall down like wheat being harvested. Their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and they were hammered by the power in the air until they fell apart and melted. Their bodies could not even remain intact.

However, more zombies swarmed in and soon occupied the vacancy he had just created, but this was not important.

He waved his right hand and handed out the short spear. At this moment, the flaming lines brightened violently, and a terrifying buzzer sounded. Then, a huge torrent of flames created a huge torrent among the corpses.

vacuum zone.

"Vulkan!" Russ howled again, but this time it was not dissatisfaction, but praise.

"Thank you." Vulgan laughed.

However, it seems that the walking corpses will never be killed. They appear from the surrounding smoke like a tide, with dark green flashes and low breathing, leaving winding traces on the snow.

"They are starting to get stronger and stronger!" Someone shouted in the air, and the fighting primarchs knew that it was Magnus without looking up.

The Crimson King is floating in the air at the moment, constantly casting spells. Most of them are protective and beneficial. Even Russ has to admit that Magnus is very efficient in learning this matter.

Astonishing.

He has known magic for a much shorter period of time than Guilliman, but he has learned several times more spells than Robert Guilliman. Since the beginning of the war, he has used more than a hundred kinds of spells, and now it seems

, this seems to be far from his limit.

"Resurrection."

The Emperor said this from the other end of the battle line. He was obviously speaking softly, but his voice could accurately reach the ears of the Primarchs: "Nurgle's power has changed, be careful."

"What does this mean, father?" Fulgrim asked.

Phoenix still didn't stop killing while asking. He was holding a long sword with a golden guard and a silver-white body in his hand that looked extremely noble.

His cheeks were tense, the white hair on his forehead was fluttering in the wind and snow, and his eyes were sharp and filled with murderous intent.

Each of his swings can incapacitate a walking zombie - conceptually speaking, these monsters cannot be killed. They have no life at all, so how can they die?

Although the weapons in his hands are luxurious and impressive, his swordsmanship style is shockingly simple and deadly, completely different from before.

Every move, every style, has completely transcended his original fighting style. If a 30K Emperor's Son were to watch, he might not dare to think that it was Fulgrim.

"I can't explain it yet, and I don't have a specific answer. Keep fighting, and be careful, my sons."

"You are the one who should be careful!" Perturabo shouted. "A person fighting alone has no right to tell us to be careful. You should return to the battle line!"

As he spoke, the Lord of Steel was wielding his huge war hammer, trying to fight a tall and bloated giant.

The latter is about ten meters tall, lifeless, and there is death in its eyes. However, whether it is alive or dead, it does not matter to Perturabo. Steel does not care whether the enemy is dead or alive, it just

Crushing enemies, the Lord of Steel does the same.

He just fights.

What's more, the weapons forged by Vulkan were indeed surprisingly smooth. While he was talking, he broke one of the giant's knees. If he did it again, he could break its head.

At this moment, his words attracted recognition from another person.

"Father, he is right!"

"Don't agree with me, don't you have your own opinions?!"

Rogal Dorn ignored Perturabo's words, he just raised the giant sword in his hand above his head.

The wrist rotated, and a harsh sound broke through the air. He took a step forward, and then continued to rotate. His body also rotated with the kinetic energy, providing greater lethality at the same time.

Finally, he ended the continuous slashing with a fierce horizontal slash.

A rotten beast as big as an armored personnel carrier was beheaded by him. The turbid yellow eyes turned into putrid liquid and flowed out from the eye sockets, creating a shallow depression in the snow.

But Dorn showed no mercy and did not think about pursuing and achieving greater results. He immediately retreated and returned to the center of his brothers' battle formation. The Emperor's answer came belatedly at this moment.

"No, I will terminate the marriage for you." Their father responded with an iron voice. "This is my wish, please respect it."

"Stubborn!"

Someone said angrily. That person is Mortarion.

The Lord of Death holds a jet-black blade with both hands, and the weapon with a huge curve brings a wider slashing range.

The magic-grained steel scythe built by Vulkan has a better attack range than the greatsword, which also makes Mortarion the one who truly spreads death.

Among all the Primarchs, he killed the most people. In fact, he never stopped at all. He was waving his weapon every minute and every second.

"Isn't he always like this?"

Horus Luperkar smiled softly, and a white light escaped from his eyes. The Wolf God's smile disappeared fleetingly. He took a step forward, and the heavy scepter he held in his hand began to shine brightly.

The thirteen-sided gem on the tip of the staff shone brightly like a white sun at this moment. He unreservedly activated his power called "Salvation". Wherever the light went, the power of Nurgle was resurrected.

The monsters began to melt one after another.

"I still prefer it when you use lightning claws or war hammers, Horus. You look more like a priest now."

A shadow flashed past him, leaving behind these words that were so soft that they were almost a whisper. The Wolf Shepherd smiled helplessly, and he knew who this person was—Conrad Coates.

Besides him, who else would talk like this?

The Lord of the Night did not fight head-on. He and Corvus Corax used their unique special abilities to dodge among the enemies.

Since the beginning of the war, they have been searching for enemies in the tide of walking corpses that pose great threats and may cause a momentary impact on the battle line, and they have achieved remarkable results.

Only when Magnus used a beneficial spell, the two of them would come back briefly, always catching up and never missing.

"I agree." Another shadow passed over Horus's head, with a cold smile in his voice.

"Don't be like this, Corax. You really look a bit like Konrad now." Horus became increasingly helpless. "Besides, I still like this scepter made by Vulkan."

"No weapon is better than an axe!"

A roar came from in front of them, and golden lightning began to wreak havoc among the walking corpses.

A scarlet and pitch-black figure jumped high, and then fell heavily.

The snow was shaken several meters high by the force. In the snow wave that was enough to obscure the sight, a figure clad in thunder chopped into pieces the body of a deformed monster with a giant ax in his hand. It had no legs or hands, and the entire

The body is just a huge mouth filled with fangs.

"But - Vulkan, the giant sword you forged for me is equally good!"

The Fire Dragon Lord smiled slightly, and then replied loudly: "Thank you, Angron, but it would be better if you didn't just use the sword I made for you as a throwing weapon."

World-Eating Zhiyong's answer was a burst of laughter.

"He wasn't like this before." The Golden Speaker explained seriously to Robert Guilliman beside him, and then he waved his hands with concentration.

He holds his Enlightenment in his left hand, and in his right hand is a special weapon that is dark and silvery. It looks like a scepter, but it is inlaid with a heavy round metal on the top. Every time he swings, there is

The arc dances across it.

——Twelve minutes ago, this weapon released a devastating lightning storm.

As for the current process, Luojia was willing to call it energy storage. He didn't know how Vulkan created this kind of weapon, but the Golden Word Messenger must admit that he liked it very much.

"I don't know his previous fighting style, but since I got to know him, he has always been like this."

Robert Guilliman said calmly, and then raised his hands - he did not use melee weapons, and what he held in his hands was a firearm that was quite large even for the original body.

The pitch-black barrel is even comparable in caliber to the main battle guns of many tanks, and the exposed energy storage coils serve as metaphors for its power that can be easily understood at a glance.

The Lord of Ultramar took a deep breath, turned the gun, and pulled the trigger toward the green light that just appeared in the mist.

Thirteen energy storage coils lit up one after another within half a second. After a short period of energy storage, the firearm was fired.

Amid the gunshots, which were so low that they could hardly be heard, there was something called annihilation. A torrent of dark blue energy with a diameter of 25 meters suddenly burst out from seven meters in front of the gun muzzle.

"The gun Vulcan made for you is really nice."

Chagatai not far away said this. "It will not only allow you to use your multi-tasking talent to capture the battlefield situation and launch attacks quickly, but it will also save you."

"Exempt from what?" Guilliman asked grimly.

The Khan did not speak, and immediately held out the huge long knife in his hand forward. The knife was a huge horse-cutting knife, also the work of Vulcan.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon decided to make such a weapon after considering the customs of Chogoris. Jaghatai was deeply moved by his brother's carefulness, so he lived up to the sword.

His determination is reflected in his actions, and words are always pale and not as powerful as actions.

The exquisite martial arts skills he is using now make the slashing violence look like a painting.

After a series of swings and slashes, the Chogorian returned to the battle formation and smiled slightly as he looked at the bloody picture he had created.

"I won't say it, brother, lest your hand holding the gun trembles."

Guilliman clicked his tongue in displeasure, then raised his head and shouted towards Magnus: "Give me more precise coordinates, Magnus!"

"It can't be done!" The Crimson King shouted back with a louder voice. "I am preparing a group healing technique!"

"No one was hurt!" yelled Perturabo.

"It's not for you! Healing can also kill these walking zombies!"

"That's not your job!" Dawn said loudly.

"I told you not to agree with me, Rogal Dorn!" Perturabo roared angrily.

"Stop arguing, brothers, I'll do it - Robert, please wait a moment."

A white shadow gracefully passed over their heads, and Sanguinius flapped his wings and performed a beautiful low-altitude flight.

The golden light followed his flight path, causing violent explosions in the tide of corpses. After a while, the archangel flew back, and a coordinate was passed by him. The Titan was sent over Guilliman's eyepiece.

"Thank you, Sanguinius."

"You're welcome. After all, my father named me to be a scout in the air. This is the first time. I'm also worried about whether I can take on this kind of responsibility."

Leon El'Jonson snorted coldly, and opened fire with the bolt gun in his left hand. The fire storm began to rage continuously. Occasionally, some surviving corpses were decapitated by him with the sword in his right hand.

The Lion seems to be a little dissatisfied with Sanguinius, but it is not because of the pursuit of the position of scout. The reason for his dissatisfaction is just because of Sanguinius's too self-effacing statement.

Ferus, who was fighting alongside him, began to sigh repeatedly, and there was an obvious depression on the face of the heroic spirit. Since the war started, they have advanced a long distance on this planet, and Leon El'Jonson has always been He kept snorting coldly.

"Isn't your throat tired, Leon?" Someone asked the question that Ferus also wanted to ask, but his tone was not very good.

The speaker was Alpharius, and he deliberately said this in a tone that was almost mocking. The lion's face immediately turned livid, and he roared: "You lazy snake who fishes in troubled waters."

!”

"I'm not lazy. Who do you think is spying on the enemy?"

Alpharius, covered in blood, shrugged and raised an instrument in his hand towards the lion.

It was given to him by the Emperor, and it could achieve complete invisibility - Alpharius was a skilled infiltrator and pretender, and with this piece of equipment, even Leon El'Jonson at this moment could not

Said he didn't do anything.

but

The lion snorted again: "Who needs your information? What's the use? Giants, beasts, collective charges - do you still need to remind us of these things?"

"Maybe." With an ambiguous smile, Alpharius shrugged. "Maybe it's really useless. I won't continue the discussion with you here, Leon. Ha."

With a chuckle, he disappeared. Ferrus Manus began to sigh again and again. He would never have thought of this scene before. The brothers reunited, but he began to sigh like an old man all day long.

"Do you have any problem with me, Ferus?" the lion asked majestically in between killings.

"I don't dare, Leon, I'm afraid you'll start snorting at me." The heroic spirit answered honestly, making the lion furious.

The emperor saw all of this. At this moment, he was proud and had a complex attitude towards the future that was both pessimistic and full of hope.

Since the beginning of the war, these corpses and beasts constantly created by Nurgle's power have changed from being weak at the beginning to now that even the original body needs to be treated with caution.

Nurgle's power seemed to have changed, but the Emperor could not perceive this well. He could sense that Nurgle was watching above the planet, but he did not know why he kept spending his power to create these extraordinary things.

The body is getting stronger.

But, as the Emperor said, he would marry his sons.

This time, there is no danger that can attack them from their invisible back. He said that this time it will be different. He has broken his promises before, but not this time.

In a daze, a picture appeared in front of the emperor's eyes.

That's Malcador.

Malcador sitting on a torture instrument - the latter's face changed extremely between young and old, constantly going back and forth. His face was made extremely weird by the spiritual energy coming from his eyes, and became a torture.

specific meaning.

At that time, the Emperor promised on a channel that only the two of them could hear that he would bring humanity back on track.

He didn't succeed.

He failed, he could only let it linger.

"Ten thousand years, old friend."

The barbarian holding the flaming sword, the sense of separation caused by the weapon, armor and identity was covered up by the laurel crown on his head and the sad face. He began to whisper lowly in the increasingly gloomy snowstorm.

"This promise is finally coming true."

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