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Istvan III.

Within the empire, this term represented many things.

Brothers turn against each other, betrayal, and blood. The former siblings aim their swords at each other's backs, and all the leader wants is a burning galaxy. For this, he will give everything.

For example, he used a virus bomb, and then used the Vengeful Spirit's light spear to detonate it in the atmosphere. The entire planet was engulfed in flames, and more than six billion people died here. He even cleaned up his own legion and remained loyal to the Emperor.

The emperor's heir also persuaded his brother, who was also betrayed, to do the same.

It was a massacre, and countless loyalist warriors died in that battle. Among them was the former owner of the weapon Fulgrim used today, Sol Tarvitz.

But now, Fulgrim said that he thought he heard someone calling his name on Istvan III.

"It seems that the ghost of the past has come to seek your life, Fulgrim."

The broken Phoenix was lying in the medical cabin, and the mage's slightly mocking words did not move him: "I hope so."

"If their souls are still on that planet, I will go there. I must go there myself..." Fulgrim muttered to himself, and bubbles rose and exploded in the medical cabin.

, the green medical fluid is slowly healing his serious injuries.

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

He Shenyan simply leaned against the wall. He didn't mind chatting for a while: "Besides, the past is in the past, 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 will not evade the responsibilities I should bear. If I can't even meet them in person, what else can I do? If there are really ghosts of the past who come to seek my life, then come,

I won't run away."

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

He Shenyan smiled. He did not expect that he could convince a primarch with a few words. Moreover, he never thought of forcefully convincing them. Everyone has their own free will, not to mention that what Fulgrim asked for was very legitimate.

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

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

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

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"Captain, where is the Destruction of the Deep?"

"Stationed on another planet...why do you ask?"

The captain glanced at the soldier who asked this question, and the soldier said reluctantly: "That's our dragon!"

"That's the dragon of the Empire!"

The captain glared at him fiercely: "She will go wherever the empire needs her!"

This interlude didn't last long. The newly transferred political commissar came quickly and took this guy away. Their whole company was heading to the third hangar, and the second company would arrive soon. The captain didn't know what the new vehicle would be.

However, with the Deep Destruction Pearl in front, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the new vehicle to catch his eye.

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

"The *expletive* Emperor!"

The captain stared at the thing in front of them dumbfounded, and the cigarette in his mouth almost dropped to the ground. The reactions of others were also similar. The political commissar who heard this sentence didn't even react - he was also trapped

In the same shock.

With a streamlined body, the body itself is in low-key black, with white outlining the main lines. The empire's golden Sky Eagle logo shines on the chest.

To be honest, the things in front of them reminded the captain of the Imperial Knight mechas he had seen before. Those huge war machines ranging from nine to fifteen meters in height were extremely powerful on the battlefield, and each one was enough to affect a battle.

The situation of the war, of course, was that the knights couldn't actually do much in the war that led to the fall of Cadian.

After a period of shocked silence, the captain lit a cigarette for himself and took a long puff: "Okay, the center of the magic circle...what good treasure is this time?"

While he was speaking, he looked back at his soldiers. The bastards changed their attitude after learning that they could not pilot the Destruction of the Deep. At this time, they were all gearing up and were very excited.

"'Blade of Valor', the first-generation war mecha, 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 extremely high

The agility. But if the mecha is damaged, the pilot will also feel the same pain."

The center of the array quickly introduced them to them: "It is equipped with a magic shield that can deflect most gunpowder weapons. The surface is made of runic composite material, which is also extremely resistant to power weapons. It is extremely strong against all terrains.

adaptability, and at the same time have a certain degree of flight ability.”

"Note: The Heroic Blade 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. Under normal circumstances, the consciousness of the four people will be integrated with the mecha during the driving process, and the reaction speed

It will increase by about six times. At the same time, the core of the mecha is engraved with shadow runes, allowing it to briefly enter the shadow for short-distance teleportation and stealth."

"The energy itself is enough to last for twenty-four hours of all-out combat. It also adopts the 'killing transformation' system, which can extend the battery life by killing enemies and assimilating their flesh and blood essence. It can also use solar energy."

"Introductions completed, Captain, do you need training immediately?"

"...stop, let's go into groups of four?"

The captain scratched his head: "My first company now has four hundred people. Are there a hundred Heroic Blades here?"

"Currently, there are 91 units, and the remaining nine are still under 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 better linkage with your first company. You don't have to worry about the number of mechas. Currently, most of the magic power of the Revenge is supplied

All are provided to the production line. Production is expected to be completed in three hours."

"Okay, then I have no problem - listen up, everyone!"

The captain turned around, looked at the excited soldiers, and smiled maliciously: "Group them into groups, you all heard it. Groups of four will be divided into groups, and then draw lots for distribution. We now only have ninety-one heroic soldiers."

Blade, so there are destined to be thirty-six unlucky people who can only watch others practice."

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

Fifteen minutes later, the captain was sitting on the edge of the warehouse with the other thirty-five soldiers. He had a gloomy face and was full of depression.

"Damn..." He took a long drag on the cigarette.

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The excitement of the Cadian soldiers on the bottom floor of the Revenge did not escape He Shenyan's eyes. To put it bluntly, if he wanted to, he could know exactly what everyone on the ship was doing.

However, this is not his initiative. Because of its special nature and the relationship between the center of the magic circle, the Revenge is basically passively reporting this information to him all the time. For example, there is the debris of a planet a few meters ahead.

Used to absorb, where the breath of Chaos traitors was detected.

To be honest, it's quite annoying.

However, return to trouble, these messages must still be accepted. There is no Astropath or Navigator on the Revenge. He is the only one who can navigate and predict danger for the people on the ship, and he is the only one who can withstand the situation of the Revenge.

Huge information flow.

If it were ordinary psykers, I am afraid that hundreds of people would not be able to hold on for more than ten minutes. The stream of messages and the operating disturbances on and off the Revenge would completely wash away their directly connected spirits.

You will be greatly shocked, and you will either become an idiot or a lunatic.

In the main control room, the mage leisurely put his feet up on the table and played with a black ball in his hand. Inside was a bastard who had completely abandoned humanity and joined Chaos, a disgusting scum.

Lucius - The Immortal, Lucius.

The name is bluffing, indeed. But he is now a stone, unable to talk to people, and unable to use any depraved abilities. Even if it is held in the hand of a child, it cannot affect the other person's mind. And he

The appalling rebirth ability can no longer be used.

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

He is thinking about what to do next. The Vengeance will soon arrive in the Prodars system. In addition to killing those followers of Khorne and other Chaos traitors, he also has other things to do. For example, save those who

Civilians who were captured and used as slaves. It may seem ridiculous to say that the followers of Khorne need slaves.

However, among the believers of the four evil gods, the believers of Khorne will not kill innocent people indiscriminately - what the Blood God needs is the head of an evenly matched or powerful opponent, and killing innocent people indiscriminately is a shame for Him. Therefore, unless those who take

Followers of Khorne generally do not slaughter women and children if they take up arms to resist them.

However, they will capture them and lock them up at the bottom of the spacecraft to serve as slaves, repairing their armor, spaceships and doing some simple chores. Even in order to ensure their numbers, this group of Khorne Berserkers will urge the poor slaves to perform tasks from time to time.

Fertility...

All in all, these people are pretty normal when they're not fighting.

In addition, Angron gave him a very rare suggestion.

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

In Fulgrim's medical room, Angron said to him: "Why don't we occupy a planet? Then use it as a base to carry out a series of transformations. The Vengeance can continue to hunt, but this planet can

The area near the Great Rift serves as a staging post. Fight any Chaos traitors that pass by, while rescuing any mortals who may be there."

He is very serious about 'saving mortals'.

This idea is also very beautiful. However, the idea is just an idea, and the difficulty of putting it into practice will increase more than ten times. He Shenyan can indeed transform the planet. But what happens next?

This is one of the reasons why they are seriously short of manpower. Although they can create golems to guard them, golems are just golems after all. Secondly, if the planet is attacked by traitors, who can guarantee that the Revenge can return at any time?

support?

No one can guarantee it, not even He Shenyan. The damn subspace blocks all possibilities of long-distance teleportation. So far, he has only performed one short-distance teleportation, and that time almost killed him.

After much thought, 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 in its realization. I can indeed make that planet a base, but I can't guarantee what will happen next."

"...I can station on that planet and be responsible for its defense. The Revenge can start from that planet and sweep away the traitors around it bit by bit. Until we completely clear out the traitors near the Great Rift, how about this?"

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

Angron was silent for a while, and then sighed.

He said frankly: "That's right, because I need a recruiting world. There are currently only two people in the World-Eating Brave: me and Givadoron, not to mention the legion. The two of us can't even be considered a combat team."

"So that's what you had in mind..." He Shenyan nodded.

"Then I can understand why you are so anxious, but, with all due respect, Angron, this is still a stupid idea."

"How are you going to explain to them after you return to the Empire? You brought an entire legion and named yourself the World Eaters. This name sounds similar to the World Eaters, and their original body...

.. Let me put aside the issue of the original body 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 in confusion.

"...After the second founding of the army, there is no longer the name Legion."

He Shenyan weakly explained to him, feeling that he was completely talking to a cow: "The current Astartes are organized into battle groups. Even if they are full, they only have a thousand people. Now a legion appears? You are not afraid.

Those bureaucrats are scared to death.”

"Believe me, they will do anything in a hurry. Do you need military expenditures to maintain an entire legion? They check you fifteen times throughout the year, and then cut the funds. Here are the Inquisition's random inspections and distribution to your heirs.

The mission is also extremely dangerous. If we don’t talk about these things, how do you explain it to other war groups?"

"How do you know so clearly?"

"Because I have seen too much, Angron. This is true no matter which 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 find a way to deal with the conscription world. As for that world, let's not think too much about it."