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"boom!"

The light spears carried on the stolen Imperial ships flew out, hitting their ships with great speed. This powerful directed energy weapon has two attack modes, which can either apply sustained fire to a precise location on the target or move the lance slightly to strike multiple parts of the enemy ship.

Sitting in the main control room, He Shenyan yawned insincerely - although the weapon hit their ship, it didn't even break through the protective circle.

But in order to fish, he had to manually control the boat to make it look like it was tilted. Using the illusion magic that comes with the boat, he made the bombarded spot look badly damaged, and at the same time stopped the boat from moving. Pretend to be unable to continue sailing with a damaged engine. Even those hideous muzzles were hidden.

Angron stood beside him, still unarmored. Holding the Lightning Axe in his hand, he seemed to close his eyes and meditate: "How?"

"They are going to launch a gang jump battle soon... This Chaos War Gang is lucky to grab three complete scimitar-class frigates." The mage's fingers tapped the table, like Can't wait.

Angron opened his eyes: "If nothing else, they will use boarding torpedoes."

There was a sinister smile on his face: "Do you have a way to get those boarding torpedoes to stop somewhere just right?"

"Of course there is." He Shenyan also laughed. "how do you want to do it?"

"Send them in....then, turn off the lights."

After Angron said this, he strode out of the main control room.

He came all the way to the bridge, where the seventeen Astartes and Jivaldoren of the Crimson Blade had been waiting for a long time, their armors shining like new, and the chainsaws in their hands also flashed with cold light. Only the surface of Jiva Doren's armor is still mottled, and the missing shoulder armor has not been added by him.

This is what he specifically asked for, he said, he didn't want to forget something, just let the armor keep its old look and remind him forever.

"Get ready," said Angron.

Without much, he doesn't even need to plan tactics. Everyone except him put on their helmets. Then, the lights went out, and the interior of the hull fell into silence and darkness. The scarlet eyepieces shone ominously in the darkness. Angron held the axe in his hand against his shoulders. A shred of electricity ran from the axe to his shoulders.

He raised his head and silently waited for the signal—Boom!

The continuous sound of explosions came from outside. If Angron hadn't known that this was the Mage's plan, he would have been stunned. The hull is believed to have been severely damaged by boarding torpedoes. However, although the huge explosion resounded through the sky, the deck under their feet was still stable.

Not even the walls shook in the slightest.

The light blue light flashed by, and the spiritual power of the mage connected each of them. They heard He Shenyan say: "It is a group of traitors who call themselves the 'skull oath', believe in Khorne, and there are many people. Three A boarding torpedo, three hundred traitors in all, and a Chaos Terminator."

"Get ready, soldiers, here they are."

Angron put down his axe, and the Astartes scattered and ambushed in the dark bridge. It didn't take long for the wall outside the hull to naturally crack a huge gap, and three boarding torpedoes Bumped in suddenly. The smell of blood and depravity spread out in this space.

A cold smile appeared on Angron's face: "Leave that Terminator to me."

His figure was fleeting in the darkness, and the traitors rushing out from the torpedo only felt a gust of wind blowing past. This unusual scene still caught the attention of the traitors, but they didn't know what they had ushered in.

Angron has an answer.

is death.

The first thing that appeared was the golden electric current, which appeared out of thin air, and the manic golden long snake twisted and crawled wantonly on the ground. Several Khorne Berserkers were instantly vaporized more than 70% of their vital organs the moment they came into contact with the electric current. Angron spun the axe and let out a high-profile and undisguised battle cry.

"For the Emperor and the Legion!"

It was the battle cry of his legion, the roar fell, and several heads flew up. On the other side of the darkness, there was another battle cry from the World Devouring Brave Chapter: "I am the Devourer of the World!"

And those of the Crimson Blades Chapter, whose battle cry is simple and clear, nothing special, but let anyone know their identity clearly: "For the Emperor!"

"Dead! Traitor!"

Angron roared, and the Khorne Berserker in front of him caught a glimpse of his face as the electricity flashed, and screamed like a ghost—but before the scream was completely out of his throat Jumping out, his whole body was split open by Angron. The organs and the skull hanging from him were scattered all over the floor.

"Attack!" roared these Khorne cultists, shameful traitors, inarticulate, trying to strike back with the power axe in their hands. But to hit an enemy, you must first see the enemy. Surrounded by this deep darkness, they could not even see Angron, not even the Astartes of the Crimson Blades Chapter.

Angron stopped to kill, and he heard a heavy footstep—obviously, the Chaos Terminator.

The Terminator Power Armor is an ancient sacred artifact that has been devoutly maintained, and these outstanding creations from the Empire's ancient past are handed over to only the most elite veterans. However, the Chaos Terminators betrayed that trust. They fell into chaos together with this former glory.

Corrupted and twisted, like they themselves. The Imperial skulls and emblems that originally adorned it were removed, replaced by the heads of the dead and twisted horns, and the helmet of the Terminator who was running towards him even merged with the heads of innocent victims. Together, it looks terribly disgusting.

Angron let out a low growl.

No words, no sarcasm, no need for anything. He jumped up, and the axe made a deadly arc in the air, hitting the Terminator's shoulder armor with precision. He obviously did not expect Angron's attack, the blasphemous red and brass-colored left shoulder armor was cut in half together with the arm.

Out of the corner of Angron's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the broken traces left on the shoulder armor - it was the residue left after the Empire's logo was removed. This scene made his anger even higher, and almost even the nerve endings began to start. Trembling with anger, pain with anger.

"You—should—death—ah!"

He will not tolerate betrayal.

In the nick of time, the Terminator reluctantly raised his only left hand, blocking the swipe that was originally aimed at his head. What else did the Terminator want to say: "You—"

His words were blocked in his throat by Angron's continuous attacks. The Primarch could kill him easily in a thousand ways, but he would not do it. He wants to make him submit.

Each time the axe slammed harder than the last, the Terminator was unable to fight, and he was quickly beaten to the ground. This humiliation caused the butcher's nail and Khorne in his mind. The curse roared together.

The Terminator's right shoulder blade was spewing blood continuously, but it stopped strangely at this time. Under the influence of the fallen creature who had become one with him, the demons in the warp turned their attention to him. A heavy pressure began to fill the surrounding air, but Angron sneered disdainfully.

"coward!"

The light of lightning flashed, and the Terminator's helmet was knocked out by him. His eyes were wide open, looking at this familiar and unfamiliar face, he actually felt a strange emotion from the bottom of his heart.

fear.

Angron growled: "Coward!"

The axe, still unstoppable, showed his superhuman strength and precise control, and the axe dismembered the armor of the Terminator and his muscles. This sad monster, who had been furious and pursued for blood, actually felt pain at this time, and blood flowed from his corrupted eyes, which was an ability he had long lost.

Now, the lacrimal glands are at work again. It's just that he has no tears to shed, and the things that flow out are tears and his own remorse.

A feeling more painful than Angron's attack knocked him down, causing the monster to fall to the ground, wailing with difficulty: "No! Primarch! No!"

Angron stopped the movement that was about to chop off his head, all the anger and coldness subsided at this moment, only a kind of calm remained. He stared at the tragic face that had become remorseful and gray, and whispered, "Rest in peace."

The axe swings down.

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The battle was over soon~www.readwn.com~ Soon after the gang jumping battle, the Crimson Blades Chapter and Jiva Doren went to the three Scimitar-class ships with the updated equipment of the Astral Army. frigate. According to the mage's detection, only the corrupted auxiliaries are left, as the followers of Khorne have always been, as long as there is a battle, they will definitely come out in full force.

This also makes the battle of the Astral Army less turbulent - their new weapons are much more violent than the laser guns commonly known as flashlights, and are almost comparable to the bolters. But it's different.

In appearance, this resembles the M14 carbine, the weapon of the Katachan jungle fighters. But what is fired is a mass of energy that has been compressed to the extreme by the muzzle array, and it can smash people into pieces with one shot - and it will not overheat.

Several soldiers announced that they were going to marry it on the night they got the weapon, and they were rushed over after hearing the news, and the captain in the wheelchair scolded it badly.

His original words were: "This is the Empire's new secret weapon! It's something more important than your life! Get married? You'll clean the toilet for me tomorrow!"

After the soldiers told him that the toilets on the ship had a special system for automatic disinfection, the captain scolded them again and asked the soldiers to train until late that night before letting them go.