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"Don't think about it, Steve."

He Shenyan shattered his illusions mercilessly: "Do you know what you have done?"

Steve answered him with a blank look in his eyes.

The mage sighed, then raised a finger, and the faint black smoke gathered and formed on his finger until it became a rotating cloud: "You see, this is subspace. Right?"

Steve nodded and raised his hand so that the center of the circle could scan his side.

The mage raised another finger, and a golden light spot appeared on that finger, and then entered the dark clouds. The black clouds rushed up almost immediately, trying to drown the light spot. However, it was very tenacious.

, so tenacious that not only was it not swallowed up by the clouds, but it even lit up a huge flame and burned only one-third of the clouds.

"As for this light spot, I will use it to refer to you." He Shenyan said slowly. "Do you think that after these things happen, this light spot can continue to recover as before for a while and continue fighting?

?"

"...can't it?"

"Snapped."

He Shenyan clenched his fingers into fists. The clouds and light spots disappeared at this moment. Only his calm face remained: "No, Steve Rogers. Stay here, we won't fight without you."

It’s time. Moreover, in one hour at most, this war will be over soon. I suggest you focus on your own recovery and completely abandon the influence from the subspace.”

"After that, you can come to me to apply and go to Terra to help them rebuild and so on."

"How do you know I have such plans?"

Steve looked at him in astonishment and received a roll of his eyes from He Shenyan.

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Givadoron walked in the secret passage, his heavy iron boots splashing a pool of smoke and dust.

The air here was so dirty that his filter kept warning. The filter with full power allowed his helmet to make a low buzz, which made this quiet secret passage with nothing but the sound of his footsteps.

There was something else.

He walked here with a vigilant and fast pace for a full fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes exactly, no more, no less, just right. The reason why he knew so clearly was because there was a timer on the eyepiece.

Sharing some of the calculation responsibilities of his brain was good, but it also gave Givadoron a sense of urgency.

He had to hurry - it took him fifteen minutes just to walk through the secret passage. Without Valyrian, he didn't know how to make the Custodes who were fighting the demons aware of what he was going to do next.

If he couldn't use enchanted bombs, then his trip would have been in vain, and Valyrian would have died in vain.

After passing through the secret passage, what appeared in front of Givadoron was a space made of black metal and cables. There was only a narrow passage left for him, and he squeezed through them. The power armor made these mortal irons

Make a cry.

The inappropriate "thoughts" in Givadoron's mind began to trouble him again. He suddenly thought, did the mortals who died in the hands of the demons also suffer unreasonable disasters like this mortal iron?

...No, get rid of distractions, Givadoron.

He secretly warned himself and began to walk towards the depths of the cables. The eyepiece began to analyze a suitable path for him. He squeezed through the ancient pipes and cables with a history of thousands of years, and the filter readings rose by another level.

.The things it filters have changed from toxic air to highly toxic air.

Givadoron had no doubt that he would have been poisoned immediately if he had not worn a helmet.

After walking for another five minutes, his feet made a hollow echo on the floor. At this time, he knew that he had almost reached his destination. The height in front began to get lower and lower, and Givadoron almost

Unable to walk in a crouching position, he carefully moved the armed belt on his body to prevent the enchanted magazines from being pressed by the power armor.

When the center of the array handed over these dangerous treasures to him, he said that he must be careful not to let them collide violently with the ground or be subject to huge pressure. These things that have just been produced are not perfect enough, and there is no pressure.

A test. If he rashly exerts too much force, it may cause the magic circle on the explosive bomb to explode in advance.

He squatted down and began to walk slowly. From time to time, his head would come across some hanging cables. After crawling hard, the eyepiece told him that he had arrived at his destination.

Without hesitation, Givadoron raised his right hand and then slammed it down. The composite plate made of alloy was punched out with a crater.

"boom!"

Another punch, this time, the composite board was punched through, revealing the last layer of wooden boards below that were soaked in holy oil and used as the ceiling. Givadoron didn't know what planet this wood came from, but they were experiencing

There was no sign of decay after thousands of years, which was enough to make the Astartes feel guilty.

He whispered: "I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

At the same time, he punched again - light poured out from the gap, and the noise of the battlefield was captured by his helmet in an instant, and was accurately sent to Givadoron's eardrums. He removed the explosive bomb

Holding the gun in his hand, he changed the magazine and adjusted it to semi-automatic mode. The eyepiece helped him start aiming.

His finger was already on the trigger.

Now, there is only one factor that restricts him from pulling the trigger - he cannot communicate with the Imperial Guards on the ground. The communication channels of the Imperial Guards are encrypted and have very strict confidentiality procedures. His power armor server cannot yet

Hacking this kind of channel. Moreover, even if he hacked and explained the facts, would they believe it?

While waiting, time passed again for eight minutes. Then, Givadoron keenly discovered that the door between the thrones was pushed open. A familiar figure jumped up and landed in the green tide.

Standing still like a rock that separates the waves, the demons collided with him and could only meet the end of being shattered into pieces.

There is a way!

Givadoron excitedly began to activate the button on the side of the helmet. He wanted to establish contact with Angron and ask him to inform the Imperial Guards - after that, he would definitely have the ability to reverse the situation on the battlefield in an instant and completely balance the victory.

pouring towards them.

However... the moment he put his fingers on the knob on the side of the helmet, a familiar coldness made Astartes freeze up. His fingers began to twitch, as if someone was moving his fingers.

, as if he was wrestling. This was indeed the case, as Givadoron's entire hand was slowly being taken away from his helmet.

damn it!

He cursed angrily, roaring from his throat, and his arms seemed to be wrestling with an invisible enemy. And the thing gradually emerged from the darkness, with a sharp beak and feathers all over its body. The creature squatted

Between the cables and the pipes, the limbs were twisted and the body was abnormally elongated. He squatted there playfully, looking at Givadoron.

"Hello, Astartes - I hope my clone makes you happy to kill. I noticed that you are missing a companion. Ah, that Custodian, he is dead, isn't he?"

The daemon of Tzeentch patted its paws in pleasure. Givadorun was stiff and unable to move at all. Things had reached the worst point, but what confused him the most was another thing.

The demon seemed to be able to understand the thoughts in his heart, and said with a smile: "Isn't it strange why your false god didn't help you? He can't save himself! Astartes, you are as stupid as your companions on the ground, focusing on

Killing the enemies in front of you, but unable to see things in the future, do you really think Nurgle's favored ones are so stupid that they will just stand there and kill you obediently?"

It laughed wildly: "Because they made a deal with us! On the eve of your victory - you have a numerical advantage - you have a star battleship above your head, but so what?"

The laughter disappeared in an instant, leaving only its calm face. Deep, deeply calm, it absorbed Givadoron's emotions like a vortex, leaving only despair in his brain.

"My god just needs to kill your master at this time. He is too weak, sitting on the chair... old and not dead, old and not dead!"

The devil shouted crazily, but did not dare to say his name.

The despair disappeared, and his heart was as strong as steel again. The World-Eating Brave sergeant smiled and spat out a few words, causing the demon to wave his claws angrily and inserted into one of his hearts, even if it was an upgraded power armor.

It can't resist its sharp claws.

"You don't even dare say his name..."

"Yes, but you will die here, before him." The devil said gloomily.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Givadoron's mouth. He raised a hand and instantly grabbed the devil's claw. He closed his fingers with a sneer - the power armor not only upgraded the defense, but also had the same huge power that made him twist in an instant.

After breaking off the Tzeentch demon's claw, he grabbed it and held it close to his chest. An enchanted magazine received a violent impact and began to flash a dangerous red light.

"But you never fucking thought of this, you bastards!" Givadoron roared angrily, hugging the demon who started to scream, and together they turned into a pillar of fire.

Between the thrones, Angron suddenly raised his head.