The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

"You have one last chance. If you miss it, you will never have it again."

Standing in front of the gate of the palace.

San Giles heard the voice from Subspace again.

And his choice remains the same.

No answer was given to the other party.

Because it's useless to say more.

And beside him, the [Imperial Fist Legion] Gene Primarch-Roga Dorn, was standing there with a weapon, even if the strong bombing sound above his head did not disturb him in the slightest.

The calm and unwavering gaze was like a deep pool, which made people unable to see his thoughts.

At this moment, feeling that San Giles was watching his own gaze, Roga Donn just nodded his head casually, and said, "May we be able to win."

Between the looks, there is no rush or hesitation, just like the hardest rock.

Listening to what he said, San Giles added with a smile: "Naturally, the emperor shelters me and waits."

After speaking, he returned his gaze to the distant sky.

There, the continuous airdrop capsule fell from space quickly like raindrops, and a famous rebellious interstellar soldier was in it.

It is also because of them that fierce firefights and fights are taking place on each of Terra's air defense positions.

Insurgents are constantly being killed, and loyalists are constantly being killed.

Listening to the countless roar of artillery fire, hacking, and crying on the entire planet, San Giles closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the firm expression in his eyes became more intense.

‘Although the current human empire has many flaws and shortcomings, compared to most of the time, the large environment is at least acceptable...’

As a genetic primitive with the ability to foresee, San Giles is very clear about the emperor's views on each genetic primitive, and he also understands that even if the great expedition is successfully concluded, there will be no good end for himself and others.

But in his concept, in the current chaotic galaxy, sacrifice is an indispensable condition for the establishment of an empire!

Whether it is voluntary or not, someone needs to sacrifice and turn it into a cornerstone.

Therefore, even though he thought that the emperor's concept was a bit extreme, he did not betray the other party, but chose to face his own outcome frankly.

To put it bluntly, even though the emperor has many wrongs, the opponent is 100% a firm human stand, and is the least likely to betray humans, and has sufficient leadership and individual abilities...

At this time, San Giles felt an unusual breath, which was descending from the sky.

San Giles and Roga Donne, who also felt the breath, looked over immediately.

It was a tall figure with wings on the back and holding a huge sword.

Although the appearance has changed a lot.

However, the two still recognized each other's identity through the few remaining features in the aspect.

Roga Donne immediately asked with a little anger on his face:

"Angela! Have you fallen to this point?..."

As a standard humanist, he feels that Anglang, who has been separated from the human race and transformed into a subspace creature, is simply a huge blasphemy!

After waving his wings casually and destroying all the cannonballs that came straight towards him, Anglang calmly landed on the ground slowly, eyes reveal questioning Roga Donne:

"Any questions?

Why do you say such things in this tone?

I remember you always looked down on me?

So my depravity should not be taken for granted in your eyes? "

Facing his rhetorical question, Roga Donne suddenly became stiff and a little angry, but couldn't find any excuse to refute.

In the past, he really didn't think much of Anglang from the bottom of his heart...

In other words, for all the gene protozoa, basically no one can afford the crazy Angelang.

Even if the same method is very spicy, the mental state of the midnight lord-Konrad Koz, also called himself a man of justice, very disdainful of the bloodthirsty opponent.

It can be said that in the team of Gene Primarchs, Anglang is basically at the bottom of the chain of contempt from beginning to end.

Grandpa doesn't hurt, uncle doesn't love.

From the emperor to the brothers to the common people, few people like him with the trillions of people in the entire human empire.

After a disdainful smile, he glanced at Roga Donne's ugly face, and Angelang said directly to San Gilles:

"San Giles, among all the Primarchs, you would occasionally talk to me for a few words back then, so I don't want to kill you, and only if you never looked down on me, you should surrender."

As the good old person in the Primarch, even Angelang will give him a little face.

Therefore, if possible, he would rather persuade San Gilles to surrender than hands-on.

Looking at Anglang's crazy look and his orderly words, San Gilles understood that although the body and soul of the opponent had fallen, his mind had returned to normal.

For his kindness, San Giles smiled and shook his head:

"I'm glad your thinking has returned to normal, but I can't agree to your invitation."

"...Is that so..."

Facing this answer that did not surprise him, Anglang nodded slowly:

"In that case, in order not to let you die in the hands of others, let me kill you."

In this remark, Anglang raised the weapon in his hand.

But at this time, a tall figure once again descended from the sky:

"Angela, give him to me."

After seeing the opponent's appearance, Roga Donn immediately gritted his teeth: "Horus!"

As for San Gilles' eyes, there was a rather complicated look.

As early as a few days ago, with the help of his own predictive ability, he kept seeing a repetitive picture.

He died in the hands of his own friend, Horus.

Right now, seeing the opponent's debut, he knew that the time had come.

And what I foresee is about to become a reality...

In contrast, when Horus faced San Giles, his expression was quite complicated.

In his heart, San Giles is his best friend, not one of them.

Even when he was running for the commander of the war, he felt that the position should belong to San Giles, and he was just taking advantage of Xiantian.

Staring at the figure of Horus, Anglang originally didn't want to bird his request, after all, did he not want to face it?

But soon, he felt that the eyes of Horus and San Giles were a bit wrong.

‘How come there is a scent of idiotic men and women...’

Thinking of this, Anglang's expression immediately changed slightly.

In the end, after hesitating again and again, he pointed the giant sword in his hand at Roga Donn not far away, and provocatively said: "Then you will be my opponent!"

In this regard, Roga Donne immediately felt that he was insulted.

There is a feeling of being picked and picked.

Not much to say, just fight Anglang directly!

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