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"Forward, forward, forward!"

The priest's roar can be heard almost without a communication channel, and his roar is even crazier than the demons - it may be blasphemous to say this, but the Blood Angels are indeed crazier than the Khorne demons in the presence of the primarch. Much.

High morale is no longer enough to describe such a scene, after all, their original body had just flown over their heads.

Ten thousand years of confusion are all released at this moment. For example, Ibit, as a member of the Holy Blood Guard, he should have used superb skills to kill the enemy, elegantly just like people's impression of the Blood Angels. , but what he is doing now is using his war hammer to smash the heads of all demons in sight.

"demon--!!!"

His voice was extremely hoarse, terrifying like an echo from a nightmare. Ibit roared crazily, chasing a bloodletting demon and throwing out the warhammer in his hand, and the thing's head immediately turned into a puddle of paste. , the body trembled and fell down.

But Ibit still felt that it was not enough. He was known for his grace in the past and now he looked like a berserker - he ran over in three steps and two steps at a time, picked up the hammer and turned around to create a headless corpse again.

"demon--!!!"

He roared again and jumped into the battle formation of the vampires to kill them.

What happened to Ibit was just a microcosm. Just a few steps away from him, a veteran was beating a lame vampire with the butt of his gun. The thing whined and tried to fight back, but ended up with his hand. As soon as he lifted it up, the veteran cut it in half with a chain sword, and then brandished a bolt gun.

Sanguinius could see all this clearly from the sky.

The archangel's expression was very speechless at this time. He really wanted to ask, what is your tactical literacy? How come ten thousand years have passed and everyone has become...become...

His restraint prevented him from saying those two words.

Sighing, he waved his wings and flew over the heads of the demons at extremely high speeds. The feathers of glory fell from the two seemingly harmless white wings.

It fell on the demons, causing unparalleled horrific damage. The condensed golden light began to bloom one after another, and explosions continued to sound. A skull cannon was blown to ashes before it even had time to fire. He repeated this three times. , the heavy firepower of the Khorne daemons suffered.

Waving his wings, he rose again. The enemy's heavy firepower had basically been dealt with by him, and the help given to his descendants had ended. As long as those self-propelled artillery started to activate, the demons would have no chance of winning.

Now, it was time for him to look for Angron. Following the guidance of the pattern, he flew all the way to the pit. Looking down, Sanguinius's heart sank suddenly. His vision could not penetrate The diffuse blood mist saw Angron's condition, but the tragic situation in the deep pit and the blood mist that still lingered made him somewhat worried.

Jumping up, he gently entered the bottom of the darkness. After the descent, which lasted for several minutes, he suddenly spread his wings and stepped silently on the ground. A sticky feeling came, and Sanguinius knew that it was flesh and blood. The appearance after being trampled.

His Sword of Inkamin was handed over to the Chapter Master after his death, and Sanguinius had no intention of taking it back. He had transcended his original form, and as much as he hated to say it, the weapon was of great importance to Sanguinius. It is no longer necessary.

He walked into the bloody fog with bare hands and no fear. The further he moved forward, the darker his expression became. The traces at the bottom of the pit were worse than he thought, with blood and minced meat everywhere.

There were traces of hacking and gouge everywhere, and the ground looked as miserable as if it had been blasted by a cyclone torpedo.

Angron, where are you?

He couldn't help but want to ask this question, but suddenly lowered his head and frowned. Sanguinius sighed softly, because a kind of chill had climbed up his back. A familiar voice penetrated again.

into his mind and spoke softly to him.

"Here you are... My favorite warrior... Are you here to pay your respects to your brother's body?" He asked.

"No, I am here to witness your failure." Sanguinius replied with disgust.

He laughed heartily. No matter what happened before, Khorne no longer regretted it: "Then why don't you move on? Trust me, you won't be disappointed..."

The chill dissipated, and Sanguinius gritted his teeth to prevent anger from engulfing his heart, but another voice spoke up. That voice was calm and rational, but the language he used was not civilized at all.

"Don't listen to this bitch's farts, just move forward, Sanguinius. He himself said that this would be a battle that no one could interrupt, but he couldn't help but do it when they were halfway through the fight.

Damn, shameless bastard."

"what?"

"It's me... forward, Sanguinius, Angron is protected by my power. He will be fine, but you must get him back to the healing bay as soon as possible."

Sanguinius let out a long breath and strode forward. Every feather on his wings shone brightly. The power of the Lord of Baal bloomed here without reservation, dispersing the blood mist and allowing

Khorne roared angrily from his throne.

He slapped the steel handrail with an angry smile and said to a light blue light dot floating above his head: "You are really very bold."

"Bold? This is just the beginning, you bastard." He Shenyan's voice came from the light blue light spot, full of malice. "Sooner or later I will pull you off this chair and beat you up."

"If you can do it, just do it!" He laughed. "The winner of the war will always be me!"

"You will see it." He Shenyan said. "But before that, there is something you haven't given me - I won this big bet. Don't forget, Khorne."

The Evil God narrowed his eyes slightly, with a bright red light in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "So that's it, it was you who did it behind the scenes when the wild wolf left... That carrion listened to you so much?

"

"Stop talking nonsense."

The mage said coldly: "Give his soul to me."

"You want Angron's soul?"

Khorne raised his right hand, and the blood-red light slowly lit up in his hand. A soul that was broken to the limit slowly fell asleep on it. The scarlet mist covered his eyes, covered his ears, and locked

His lips and teeth prevent him from seeing, hearing, and speaking.

"he's mine!"

Khorne roared, the sound making his wasteland tremble, and another storm ushered in the warp.

Compared to his anger, the mage is much calmer.

"No, he doesn't belong to anyone." He Shenyan replied. "According to the agreed bet, he no longer belongs to you. Give him to me, Khorne."

"What if I say no?"

"I guessed you would do this, so——"

"——So I'm here."

The Emperor's voice rang out in his kingdom, majestic and powerful. The sound alone caused countless demons to die. Golden light fell from the sky and fell opposite Khorne, forming a golden-armored giant holding a burning handful.

The flaming sword.

Khorne stared at him without saying a word. The fingers of his left hand rubbed the steel. After a long silence, he sneered.

"What a good plan." The Blood God said slowly. "Your ability to play with people's hearts is even better than that dead bird. What's the matter? When he has sunk to this point, you remember that you have a son again?"

The Emperor did not answer this sentence, he just raised his sword: "Give him to me, or we will go to war immediately, your choice."

After the words fell, the light blue light spot on Khorne's head suddenly lit up, and destructive power was gathering in it.

"How?" He Shenyan asked again. "God of War, do you want to choose war?"

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After all, only a few people or demons are qualified to know what happens in the subspace, at least Fulgrim and Russ don't know. For Phoenix, what he wants to do most now is to get away from this annoying wolf.

farther away.

Russ laughed and waved his sword of the night. This frost sword named Mionar is incredibly sharp and strong. For a sword, this is the best.

Mionar's light blue sword instantly pierced the chest of a vampire lord. It roared fiercely, completely turning a blind eye to the pain, and waved the twisted blade in its hand to take off Russ' head.

.But how could the Wolf King let it succeed like this?

Russ grinned, actually let go of his hand and took a step back, then put his foot on the hilt of Mionar's sword, nailed the vampire lord to the ground, and stuck out his tongue at him.

The thing screamed furiously - it has never encountered this kind of dilemma since it was promoted to lord in endless killings. It still kills on its own, but rarely has such a powerful opponent. After all,

Most opponents are crushed to dust by battle formations of vampires and steel bulls long before they encounter it.

"Okay." Ruth yawned. "Stop yelling, man. If you shut up, I'll give you a good time. What do you think-hey!"

Fulgrim withdrew his sword, and the vampire lord's head flew into the air. Russ shouted at him, with disbelief on his face: "How could you steal my prey?!"

"Can't you just kill it cleanly?"

Phoenix felt that his nerve endings were in pain: "We are pioneers! Pioneers! Do you know what these two words mean? Put away your playful thoughts, Ruth! It has been ten thousand years! You still have no temper.

A little change!”

"Of course it's not as good as you have become, my brother." The Wolf King shrugged. "I mean, you have finally grown into a real man."

After he said these words, Sol Tarvitz and a group of the Emperor's Children glared at him behind his back.

Russ was unaware of this, or in other words, he was aware of it but didn't care at all. He grinned, walked over and drew out his sword, wiped the blood off the vampire's body, and put it back into its sheath.

"This is the last lord, they are all dead - well, are those the kind of self-propelled artillery shells?"

Ruth pointed to the sky: "It looks pretty beautiful."

Fulgrim looked up and had to agree with Russ's words.

Those cannonballs were indeed beautiful - light blue trails streaked across the sky, dotted with stars, looking more like works of art than weapons. One of them landed not far away from them, and some of the steel bulls charging towards them were immediately melted.

It melted in a literal sense, the flesh and blood were reduced, the bones were broken, and it directly became a huge puddle of mud.

"hiss--!"

Ruth gasped and shouted, "Where did you get this thing?! I have to get some for my sons!"

Emperor...

Fulgrim's teeth were chattering, and he wished he could pull out his sword and give it to Russ. Even on the battlefield, he was not upright and 100% shameless. After weighing it again and again, Phoenix finally convinced himself to give up.

This kind of thinking.

He sighed and called Sol Tarvitz to him: "Call the spaceship and ask the formation to airdrop some supplies. Your bolters should be running out of ammunition."

"We can still hold on, Primarch!" someone among the Emperor's Children shouted. "I can kill a group of demons even with the butt of my rifle!"

"...I believe you can do it, Antrik, but the bolter may not be willing to do it," Fulgrim said. "So let's let it serve its original purpose, okay?"

"No problem, Primarch!" Antrik shouted. "What you say is what it is!"

"Hey, kid, I like you!" Ruth pointed at him and laughed. "What's your name?"

"Antrik, respected Lord Leman Russ!"

"Yes, yes! Are you interested in coming to my place for a few days?"

"Leman Russ!"

Fulgrim suddenly pulled out his sword and shouted sternly: "Be more serious!"

...

After dealing with the annoying wolf, Fulgrim finally calmed down and was able to begin to evaluate the situation of the entire battlefield. The defeat of the Khorne demon army was inevitable, and their first battle was also a good start, but there was a problem

It's about how to get out of here.

The Warp is not a gentle place. It may be easy to enter, but not so easy to leave.

After much thought, he decided to discuss this issue with Sanguinius after returning to the ship. Russ was unreliable, and Angron would definitely still be in the medical bay - yes, Fulgrim didn't think about it at all.

If you pass Angron, you will lose.

He himself didn't even realize where this strange trust came from.

However, while he was thinking, a familiar musky smell drifted into his nose.