Warhammer 40k Chaos Tyrant

"You should have reminded him?"

"He's stubborn!"

"You're stubborn, too."

"It seems so!" Sanguinius wiped his forehead and wiped off all the scabs on his forehead, revealing the white and tender skin underneath that had grown back due to rapid healing.

"However, fortunately, I was not sent to defend the place that was doomed to fail." Chen Guo showed a disdainful smile on his face. In the meeting just now, Rogal Dorn, the arrogant man, actually wanted him to defend the Lion's Gate Spaceport located above the Terra Palace, but he decisively rejected it.

Just kidding, there are tall people to support the sky when it falls, and I am willing to be a short person.

Let Rogal Dorn do the thankless task of defending the Lion's Gate.

"But it seems that you can't go fishing anymore." Sanguinius said in a joking tone while glancing at Chen Guo.

"That's right." Chen Guo raised his eyebrows with a headache, "To be honest, if I have the conditions and opportunities to make a choice again, I will definitely choose to defend the Lion's Gate without hesitation, rather than facing a half-and-half-woman albino."

"Haha... If there is a chance, be sure to chop off his head."

"He has been promoted to a demon and is now a demon prince. It may be difficult to kill him."

"Well, then chop off his head this time, and chop off his head again if there is a chance next time."

"Okay... But Fulgrim is very strange. As the main legion, they seem to only work but not put in any effort. When Horus and his men were trying their best to attack, he actually led his gene offspring to have fun in the hive behind." Chen Guo had a sarcastic smile on his lips. It would be strange for Horus to win with such teammates.

"He is just a useless waste!" Rogal Dorn's voice came from behind, "He is just a waste who did not win by his own strength!"

Rogal Dorn had a relatively good relationship with Ferrus Malus, the Primarch of the Iron Hands. He hated Fulgrim, the murderer who killed him, who also had a good relationship with Ferrus Malus.

However, Fulgrim had been paddling on the sidelines. Rogal Dorn had never found a chance to solve it. More importantly, Fulgrim had become a Chaos Prince at this moment. His body had long been killed by Perturabo. As we all know, the Demon Prince could not be completely killed. Even if he was killed, he would soon be resurrected in the Warp. This is why Rogal Dorn was too lazy to take action.

However, at this moment, this crazy guy, I don't know if it's because his heart is too perverted, has begun to use banned drugs to pollute those hives that have not been hit by artillery fire, and directly cultivate and corrupt the millions of residents in them into shields controlled by banned drugs.

Except for the angels, other people don't really feel much about Fulgrim's bad taste.

Because when those residents refused to follow the Empire to retreat to a safe area and continued to stay in the hive, they had been abandoned by the Empire, and even became enemies of the Empire to some extent.

However, Fulgrim is obviously not just fulfilling his own bad taste.

His real purpose is to guide these millions of hive residents to become believers of Slaanesh, and take them to the front of the palace for self-sacrifice, so as to once again weaken the will of the Emperor, so that the Chaos Daemons can enter and exit the palace freely, instead of just hiding behind and watching silently.

This is also the fundamental reason why Fulgrim was put on the list of must-kill again.

"The Khan has found his trace, but the White Scars have suffered heavy losses in the previous battle!"

"I understand, I know, I understand, just leave this matter to me!" Chen Guo waved his hand without much concern. He didn't take leaving the palace to fight too seriously. But he still had the necessary caution. After all, he didn't want to capsize in the gutter and fall into the hands of an androgynous albino.

Rogal Dorn saw Chen Guo's impolite side, and didn't say anything more. He left the meeting room with his genetic offspring and walked towards his command center.

At this moment, he was very reluctant to allocate troops to defend the Lion's Gate, which was not of much value in his eyes.

But there was no way. Faced with a unanimous vote that the defensive forces of the Lion's Gate must be strengthened, and it must be defended no matter what.

Although Rogal Dorn was very reluctant, he had no choice but to obey.

He had to mobilize a large number of Emperor's Fists Astartes to arrive at the Lion's Gate above and set up a defense line before the enemy launched an attack.

At the same time, he had to design another policy and strategy, relying on the Emperor's Fists and auxiliary troops to defend the empty imperial city.

"I hope it's not a sheep attack!" Rogal Dorn said in his heart.

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"Lion's Gate is our last retreat. If it is lost, we will have no retreat at all."

"Don't worry too much or be pessimistic. I have prepared a safe retreat route... I will not take anyone out this time. You are responsible for staying in the palace safely. If everything goes well, I will be able to come back in a few days at most. According to Rogal Dorn's speculation, although Aegis is already in danger, it has sufficient energy and can at least last for a few more months. As long as Guilliman can arrive within these few months, the situation of the war will be reversed in an instant, and we will win the final victory." Chen Guo suddenly found that he seemed to have started to draw big cakes.

It's all because of Rogal Dorn, this idiot. This idiot will draw big cakes all day long, causing him to start drawing big cakes after attending several meetings.

"Wait a minute!" Linda stopped Chen Guo who was running away: "Did you forget something?"

"What?" Chen Guo was a little confused. He really couldn't remember if he had forgotten something?

"Have you forgotten the weapon you asked me to help you repair?"

"You mean the Black Sword? That old guy is so quick, how long has he repaired it? I don't know if it is strong. Don't forget that we also wanted to try to repair the Black Sword before, but we all failed in the end." Chen Guo didn't spend much time to remember what Linda was talking about.

Not long ago, when he came out of the underground palace, Chen Guo asked the old guy who was possessed by the Emperor to help him repair the Black Sword that was cut off by the incarnation of Khorne.

Because it was cut off by the incarnation of Khorne himself, it seemed that there was a curse on the Black Sword. Chen Guo had tried to repair the Black Sword before, but no matter what efforts he and Linda made, no matter what kind of master craftsman they found, they still couldn't repair it.

As a weapon that matches the Berserker Armor, although Chen Guo has not used the Black Sword for a long time, it must be said that this is indeed a good weapon, especially its exaggerated length and width, which allows Chen Guo to fully experience what it means to be an inch longer and an inch stronger when facing any enemy.

It's a pity that since it was used that time, it has been cut into two pieces and can only lie there to eat dust.

"Just go and see, the old guy looks very confident, I don't know why he is so confident." Linda's expression was very calm.

"Then go and see!"

"Go, I still have some files here that have not been sorted out. These files are some technological drawings left over from the Golden Age. They are very important. I need to back them up and upload them as soon as possible to prevent some accidents from causing these precious data to be damaged. That would be a pity."

"Then you take your time, I'll go there myself."

Because the Chaos Demon in the underground palace has not been completely cleared, and it is impossible to clear it completely, the forging site of the old guy was temporarily placed in the square in the southwest corner of the palace.

When Chen Guo came here, he was helping many Astartes repair their weapons... As a master craftsman of the Imperial Guards Armament Hall, it was not too easy to repair these weapons that were damaged in the battle not long ago.

Watching his hands flying up and down in the air, he quickly patched up a large number of power swords, lightning claws, chain saw axes... and even some seriously damaged armor. After the repairs were completed, Chen Guo nodded.

It can be seen that this old guy is indeed a bit of a hand, but this skill alone is not enough to prove that he can also repair the black sword.

Seeing Chen Guo's arrival, the old guy immediately stopped his work and directed two Astartes to help him walk towards the container temporarily parked in the square not far away.

Soon, not long after, the two Astartes, one after the other, slowly walked out of the container carrying sharp black swords.

Chen Guo looked at the black sword... Compared with before, it seemed to have become wider and sharper. It was obvious that it had been specially polished.

The broken parts were connected with golden refined gold, and there was a faint colorful luster on it. It was obvious that in addition to refined gold, Yaojin must have been added.

"Huh? No!"

Chen Guo's eyes narrowed suddenly. The black spray paint on the surface of the black sword was specially processed, and another layer of black paint was applied on it.

"What did you draw underneath?"

"You have a really good eye!" The old guy raised his eyebrows and showed surprise on his face. He wanted to show off again, but he didn't expect Chen Guo to see at a glance what he had done to this black sword that was as big as a door panel.

"I engraved a totem under the coating. It is a new totem that I created by imitating the totem on the High Heavenly Holy Spear. With the blessing of this totem, it has a certain degree of damage enhancement against psychics and chaos demons. More importantly, after engraving this totem, its sharpness will be greatly enhanced. The sturdiness will also become stronger and stronger with the passage of time. The only pity is that because time is tight, I didn't have time to melt it and reforge it, but just used hard fusion metal to reunite it.

However, as long as it is not bombarded by ship guns, it should not break again. In addition, I have doubled the weight of the entire greatsword. See if the weight is suitable."

Reaching out to take the black sword, Chen Guo raised his eyebrows.

The weight has indeed increased several times. No wonder it takes two Astartes to lift it together.

It is a bit difficult to lift it by yourself.

Feeling the return of the black sword, the Berserker armor began to wriggle and tremble constantly.

As he trembled and squirmed, the black sword began to emit a low vibration sound, as if it had sensed the return of an old friend.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Looks good, right?" The old man also successfully felt the interaction between the black sword and the Berserker armor on Chen Guo's body. He nodded silently. It seems that his estimation was not wrong. This kind of thing can only be used by a guy like Tyrannosaurus.

"It's really good, but it's a little heavy. I just don't know how powerful it is."

"Are you questioning my skills?" The old man's face immediately fell. He was busy for a long time, but he was doubted by this guy. If he had known, he would not have taken it so seriously.

"The only way to test the truth is to conduct experiments... Come here, guys." He stretched out his hand and waved to the few Astartes who had not left not far away, and pulled them all over. A small number of these Astartes were from the Imperial Fist, and most of them were from the Blood Angels. Judging from their appearance, they should have just come down from the front line not long ago. There were all kinds of metal patches on their armor, and their faces without helmets were full of fatigue.

However, they were lucky enough, because many Astartes would never come back.

"Take out your power swords!"

Let these Astartes gather their power swords together, Chen Guo's palm trembled, and then suddenly chopped from left to right.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding!"

The Astartemen only felt a gust of wind passing in front of them, but their palms did not move at all, but the long or long power swords in their hands were all cut off without exception.

The sharp blades fell to the ground, leaving only the bare sword body standing upright in the gust of wind.

"Not bad!"

"Heh, do you think that's the end?" The old man smiled sinisterly and pointed at the dent on the hilt of the black sword.

"Press it down and give it a try!"

Chen Guo pressed it and heard a light snap. The blades on both sides of the black sword suddenly became numb and made a clicking sound.

Yes, a chain saw!