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They were once in the same legion, but now they were fighting each other to the death.

After so much killing, Khorne cast his gaze infinitely on Karn. Whether he wanted it or not, this passive blessing increased Karn's power to an exaggerated level. No matter how reluctant he was, Ziva

Doron cannot deny this fact. He can wrestle with Kahn for a short period of time, but it cannot continue for a long time.

However, Kahn tore off the armor that was integrated with his own flesh and blood. This move undoubtedly gave him another opportunity. Although Kahn was blessed by the Blood God, he was not a demon yet. He did not have power armor.

Protection, he will still be injured by the chainsword.

Givadoron didn't know why he did this, but he didn't care. He was in a battle that he couldn't take lightly. Any negligence or distraction would lead to his death. Only concentration could allow him to win a moment.

vitality, and even the chance to win.

Liktor watched their battle with cold eyes, and Captain Sly's voice kept coming from the communication channel. He didn't understand why the forbidden army didn't let them join the battle and kill the damn traitor cleanly. Liktor started from

No explanation was given from beginning to end, just asked to wait.

Others can find many reasons, but Lictor himself knows what he thinks - he is just giving Givadoron the respect he deserves.

As a member of the Forbidden Army, he has seen similar battles like this many times. In front of the two armies, two warriors representing the other camp will engage in a death duel with each other. During this process, no interruptions are allowed.

. Until one party dies. Although today, ten thousand years later, he guessed that such a tradition should have existed in name only.

But...Lictor is willing to recreate it to some extent. Nothing else, just a pure will.

Givadoron gasped for breath, and the air was roughly swallowed into his throat, and his three lungs kept inflating. The air mixed with fighting spirit circulated in his lungs, and even his own blood was stained

He got the chill of battle. For him, battle never meant blood boiling, but full of chill.

This has something to do with the planet he was born in. The planet that had long been destroyed by a Chaos invasion was extremely cold. They were used to hunting in groups, and huge white wolves or giant bears were their hunting targets. Cold is auspicious.

The thing that Valdoran is most familiar with.

But this does not mean that he is not proficient in fighting - on the contrary, he has turned fighting into a certain art. He lays traps and then waits patiently for his prey to take the bait, like a seasoned hunter.

After a collision, the chainsword and the blood were separated. Givadoron took cautious steps and walked slowly in a circle with Karn under the skull throne. He was waiting for an opportunity. This opportunity appeared two minutes later

, originated from a gasp from Kahn.

Seize the opportunity.

In an instant, the old chain sword struck out again, drawing a graceful arc in the air that seemed to have become thicker.

It hit, finally.

After thousands of attempts, the heavy feeling of the feedback did not make Givadoron happy.

not the right time yet.

He then pressed his left hand. The wildly rotating saw teeth brought out the minced meat and bone stubble. This cruel weapon faithfully executed the designer's vision.

Karn howled in pain, and half of his abdomen was opened by Givadoron. If he had been wearing armor, then this chain sword wouldn't even be able to hurt him at all. But he didn't, he himself

Tear off the armor.

Now, the already serious lacerations on his chest and abdomen have been worsened by the chain sword, but it is far from the end. At least, Kahn will not let his pain end at this moment. For him,

, you can be injured, but you must fight back.

Kahn's left hand reached out like lightning and firmly grasped Givadoron's shoulder armor, preventing him from escaping. The force was so strong that Givadoron heard the cry of steel. At the same time, the blood on his right hand

He swung his sword down suddenly, knowing exactly what he was doing - exchanging injuries for his life.

His bones have become extremely tough after being tempered by the blood of the dead. It will take some time for the chain sword to completely cut him in half. And this period of time is enough for Kahn to use his blood to completely kill Givadoron.

Split.

The ax blade was pressed down, and in the first second, the mica dragon teeth rotating on the blood son's ax blade cut through the thick left shoulder armor of the power armor that once belonged to Sergeant Priad. The logo of the Iron Serpents Chapter was cut into two

Half.

In the second second, Kahn continued to exert strength. He endured the pain given to him by Givadoron while exerting violence outwards. Thick and terrifying blood kept spurting out, and he also longed to see Givadoron.

Valdoron's blood spurted out.

However, in the third second, Givadoron disappeared.

Kahn's eyes widened, and huge pain climbed up from his waist. He let out a short cry of doubt from his throat. However, Givadoron did not give him any more chances.

He had already completely cut Kahn in half with the chain sword, and his calm voice that made Kahn hate him sounded in Kahn's ears: "You have always liked to use this kind of risky tactics, Kahn."

Lying on the ground, Kahn slowly raised his head, looked at Givadoron's blood-stained face, looked at his still calm eyes, and suddenly asked: "A deep pit? Right? You and I are in a deep pit.

Beaten."

"Yes, many times." Givadoron nodded. "It seems you still remember the days when we trained with each other."

"No." Kahn smiled. "I forgot, otherwise you would be the one who died. How was my fight?"

"Are you referring to the pit or this one?"

"It's up to you."

"It doesn't matter, you are just an idiot, Kahn."

Kahn smiled calmly, accepted his failure calmly, and squeezed out the hearty laughter he once had from his throat.

Blood gushes out from between the lips and teeth, overflows the lips, and falls from the side of the cheek, like blood-red falling rocks. The sticky blood continues to gush out, and Givadoron looks at his former brother without mercy, and his current betrayal.

Karn, a traitor who single-handedly slaughtered countless humans.

It's like staring at some possibility of one's own.

Kahn let go of his hand and let Xuezi fall to the ground. He tried hard to breathe, but his respiratory system did not respond to him anymore. Instead, the pale half of his spine dragged slightly on the ground with his breathing.

There was pain in the nerve endings, and the Butcher's Nail, which had been with him all his life, left him at this moment. The anger disappeared, and the hatred dissipated with it, and he looked at the half of the light that shone into the throne room.

Givadoron heard Kahn's voice almost whispering: "Those demon engines... I didn't let them come. Do you know why? Guess, Givadoron."

The sergeant of the World-Eating Brave turned his head and glanced at the breastplate thrown aside by Kahn. The mark of Khorne and the skull on it were still dazzling: "You have found your conscience at this time? You bastard."

Kahn wanted to laugh, but his facial muscles began to lose control. Of course, it may also be because he has not made this expression for a long time: "No, because I saw him...

.Is it an illusion? I don’t know.”

Blood foam gushes out from his mouth, and the vitality that an Astartes should have is still boiling in his body: "But I think...since he can return to human appearance, I should also give him

Give yourself a chance to follow him. You are my chance - kill me quickly, God damn it, Givadoron, I don’t want to go on any longer.”

"It hurts." Kahn said weakly.

Givadoron stretched out his right hand and clasped Karn's bare left hand, just as he would have done when they won the battle ten thousand years ago. At that time, Angron had not yet returned. The Legion was still a warhound, and they would

Holding hands tightly after victory.

"He's back, Kahn, rest in peace, brother."

The betrayer's eyes gradually lost their luster, and he left behind a murmur that disappeared in the wind: "Why..."

Givadorun stood up, Karn's throne turned upside down, and a child with closed eyes rose up from it. He was very thin, and the Astartes looked at each other. No one knew why there was a child here, only Givadorun

Lun walked over calmly and picked up the child. Then he nodded to Lictor.

"So." said the Shield Captain. "The mission ends here. Let us clean the battlefield and prepare to return."

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The captain almost rolled out of the Blade of Valor. His whole body was hot and his skin stung. The high-temperature steam caused burns on his back, but he didn't care much - he would be fine after lying in the medical cabin for a long time. It was a trivial matter.

Just a pile.

He gasped and stood up straight. The center of the magic circle shot a blue light at him, and a light curtain opened above his head.

"Number of enemies killed: seventy-five."

The captain laughed, and with a soft sound, three other soldiers rolled out of the cockpit of the Heroic Blade. One of them was the most miserable, with half of his face burned. But that guy didn't care much.

, he immediately ran to the captain and stared at the light curtain non-stop.

"Stop looking! Idiot, get out of the medical bay. Do you want to continue driving this baby next time?" The captain kicked him on the butt without hesitation, asking this idiot who didn't know pain to accept it quickly.

treat.

With his trembling right hand, he took out a crumpled cigarette from his breast pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath. Several blue lights flashed, and many Heroic Blade mechas emerged from them.

The heat dissipation vents were opened, and the high-temperature steam was quickly drained away by the ship's built-in filtration system. The cold air rose from their feet to cool down.

The captain smiled as he watched his soldiers return.

In the main control room.

"A child?" Angron asked in disbelief, and then repeated it again. "A child? God damn it, what did he do with a child?!"

He Shenyan shrugged: "Why don't you ask Kahn yourself?"

Angron stood up with a gloomy face and walked out of the main control room. He had to find out what Kahn had done to this child.