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"boom--!"

Lightning gushed from his axe, wriggling maniacally in the air. Several charred corpses were left on the ground in a disturbing manner. Their mutated twisted limbs are gone, but their bones still have varying degrees of change, which is proof of their depravity.

Even death cannot bury the evidence of this depravity.

Immediately afterwards, Angron turned around and slashed horizontally - the lightning axe slashed through the air like its name, and with a squeak, its axe blade composed of pure lightning easily cut off the head of a Slaanesh traitor. .

There are still some traces of the Emperor's Son on the other side's shoulder armor, but it has become **** and depraved in key places.

Picking up the giant axe, lightning slashed down his armor from the axe blade, as if self-awareness cleared the blood on the armor for him, and his armor became brand new again. All Angron's emotions were buried under his gloomy and solemn helmet, and only a trace of his anger could be glimpsed in the scarlet goggles.

From the second floor, he has already killed half of the hive. His tracks are dotted with many corpses along the way. They died in different ways, but they had only one thing in common.

He strolled in front of him carrying the giant axe, and there was a pungent stench from the flames burning the corpse from the breathing grille. Angron stopped in place, and sure enough, from across from him, Fulgrim was walking in the same manner.

Unlike Angron, his humble cloth was already full of blood. The same is true of the power sword in his hand, and Fulgrim's expression is still calm. He was so calm that he didn't even say anything when he noticed Angron's arrival.

He Shenyan's voice sounded in their minds: "Yes, you have already met."

He sounded weak. Angron thought so.

"Then, you can go to the bottom of the hive now... I blocked the internal communication of the traitors, and they don't know the situation in the rear. Of course, you kill quickly."

There was murder in his voice: "You don't need to pay attention to the enemies on the surface. There is a line of defense at the bottom of the hive. Break in from the rear... and end their lives."

The golden light spot formed a spot on the ground as his voice fell, guiding them where they should go. At a time when the hive has been severely damaged, this kind of guidance can be said to be invaluable. Burning debris and corpses were everywhere, and various collapsed buildings buried most of the road.

If there is no guidance, they may be late - which means that more soldiers will die in the battle, which Angron cannot allow. He understands sacrifice and its meaning, but cannot tolerate such avoidable sacrifice.

He strode forward, and Fulgrim silently followed. He glanced back at the direction Angron came from, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. Flames ignited on his son's body.

Phoenix closed his eyes.

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"Second company, prepare for a salvo!"

"receive!"

The non-commissioned officer shouted in his ear, Anno clenched the rifle in his hand, reached out of the cover made of metal plates, and pulled the trigger together with his brothers.

Those laser beams that could not even scratch the armor of the Chaos traitors have now become deadly and extremely dangerous. If they are directly hit by several beams, even the thick shoulder armor will be directly pierced.

The line of defense formed by the mortals is simple but incomparably strong. Relying on the standard laser guns and dozens of plasma weapons in their hands, they restrained many Chaos Astartes, and even killed some of them - this is simply a miracle.

Even they themselves can't tell what's going on.

You must know that in the past, without the support of mechanized troops and heavy firepower, these Chaos traitors often only need a few simple charges to tear their defense lines and kill all of them. Although reluctant to admit it, Anno knew very well that they were not the opponents of these traitors.

Originally, when he voluntarily went to the front line to defend, he was ready to die. But when he was praying to the emperor, he saw a scene that he could not imagine at all...

"Emperor..."

He muttered his name silently, and a courage rose from the bottom of his heart. Looking around, his brothers all had the same expression on their faces.

The political commissar was even more exaggerated. Half of his body was sticking out of the cover, shouting the name of the emperor, and shooting frantically. The bolter pistol in his hand has fired forty-seven rounds - Anno is counting, this is his little hobby.

But... he didn't change cartridges, and that bolter pistol has a max reload of 12.

No doubt, it was the Emperor's blessing.

At this moment, a voice came from their communication channel: "Soldiers, you are doing well - we are here to support you."

Heavy footsteps sounded from behind them, and Anno looked back. The Emperor's Angels of Death were rushing in. They were small in number, but gave the Annos great confidence. Fighting alongside the Astartes means many things, and the Cadians who have lost their homeland need only one of them.

honor.

This is a testament to honor.

His non-commissioned officer shouted on the channel: "Sir, we provide you with fire cover!"

"Just fire."

"You all heard!" the political commissar shouted from the trenches with red eyes. "Fire! Fire! It's time to counterattack! Kill these bastards!"

"For the Emperor!"

One after another, the battle cry sounded from the bottom of the filth, the synonym of sin, and the bottom of the nest. At this moment, a deep sense of connection made them all go crazy. Anno looked around and found that the pupils of his brothers were all golden, but they didn't notice it.

Anno knew that he should be the same.

He closed his eyes, and two lines of tears rolled down from his eyes, washing his face full of dirt and dried blood.

Insel is also charging.

Although his only remaining Captain of the Guard tried to persuade him not to risk his life - as long as the Chapter Master exists, there is still hope for the Chapter's revival.

But Insel still insisted, his words left the captain speechless: "The purpose of our existence is to protect the people of the empire, and now, they are in danger, if I don't come forward, the chapter will be rebuilt again. How can it be?"

And now, the captain of the guard is by his side.

"Die, traitor!"

He angrily sawed through a traitor's chest with a chainsaw, unlike the crispness of a power weapon. Dying by the chainsaw was quite painful, and even these traitors of Slaanesh sometimes couldn't bear it. And the one he killed suffered more—a golden light emerged from Insel's chainsaw.

The light instantly filled the traitor's body, setting him on fire. A human-shaped torch fell to the ground, and he wailed frantically and cried aloud. It was as if even the soul was on fire. Insel stared at him coldly, showing a cold smile that he didn't even notice.

With an explosion, the traitors exploded - sparks splattered in front of the battle line, and some of the smeared traitors instantly became the same human-shaped torches. This flame seems to be highly poisonous to them, completely unbearable, as long as one touches it, it will immediately lose all will to fight.

"This is His will!"

The Chapter's cleric shouted with absolute fervor on the communication channel, and the bolt gun in his hand fired again and again, no longer caring about the scarce ammunition, as if to vent his emotions.

His roar nearly deafened Insel: "The Emperor is watching us! Watching his people! We must not disappoint him, we must not shame him! Kill everyone! All traitors must be die!"

Insel agreed with him, especially the last sentence.

When Angron and Fulgrim arrived, they were a little stunned by what they saw. They came as fast as they could, but the scene seemed a little different from what they had imagined.

Traitors have been killed and can only linger on the side of the factory, mortals and Astartes fight side by side. Their otherwise weak laser beams are precise and deadly, and some Chaos traitors without helmets are even shot in the head. This gang of Cadians actually took the laser weapon and fired the firepower of the bolt gun.

Angron's eyepiece magnified the picture for him, accurately capturing the golden pupils of a mortal soldier, and he immediately realized what the mage had done. "...It's really a small attempt."

Fulgrim finally said: "It seems that we are not needed."

"Could it be that you have to stand by and watch? Such a great battle... How can you not leave your traces in it?"

Angron said solemnly, then lowered his body and rushed into the battlefield. His arrival surprised many soldiers and Astartes, but when they saw him kill the traitor without hesitation, they let go of their doubts for the time being.

Fulgrim hid himself in the darkness, he shook his head: "This reckless man..."

He did not choose to fight, but wandered behind the battle line like a ghost, burning the mutilated corpses of his descendants with golden flames.

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"You played well..."

Lictor turned his head slightly, dodging the attack of Lucius' alien left hand. He raised his right hand again, and the power sword accurately blocked the path of Lucius' slender saber. From the beginning of the fight to the present, none of Lucius' words made him respond. It's as if he's not fighting real people, but doing routine training.

It wasn't even worth his little emotional swing.

"You're boring, did he cut his tongue in the carrion palace? I heard he eats a hundred people a day...is that true?"

Lucius giggled, and the fork at the front of the disgusting long tongue twisted disgustingly: "If you don't speak, I'll assume it's true?"

"..."

Lictor's eyes became a little dangerous, and the sound of his sudden heavy breathing did not escape Lucius' ears. A disgusting smile appeared on his scarred, puzzle-like face.

"Ha, honey...you can still react."

Ezekiel, who was cleaning up the traitors on the surface, did not ignore the situation here. He asked on the communication channel: "How long will the sky support arrive?"

"Coming soon, my lord!"

The captain's voice sounded in his ears, and at the same time, the sky suddenly darkened. Ezekiel looked up, his pupils narrowed.

"Where do you need us to bomb?"

"...Is there a way to strike with precision?"

Ezekiel calmed down and forced himself not to pay attention to the mechanical dragon whose body seemed overwhelming. The sheer size of this mechanical creation was stunned even by Astartes' mind.

"Of course, my lord! Deep Destruction is at your service!"

"Good name." Ezekiel stepped back, dodging a traitor's attack. The opponent's power claws brushed against his shoulder armor, making a harsh metal friction sound. At the same time, a bomb flew past his shoulder armor, hitting the enemy's head with precision.

He didn't need to look back to know that it was Givaudan's shot. He had to admit that it was extremely reassuring to have such a capable shooting brother covering their backs from behind.

"Watch northwest! There's a—"

"—I saw him, my lord! Do we need to bomb?"

"No, don't bomb."

Givaudan interjected, his voice calm and steady, as if on an outing. Just as he spoke, he blew another traitor's head.

"Your... ships, no, dragons. Are there non-lethal weapons on them? Or restraints."

"You all heard! Check!"

The captain shouted on the voice channel, and then said, "Excuse me, my lads are not very familiar with the destruction of the deep, please give us some time."

"No need."

About two minutes later, Ezekiel heard the captain say excitedly: "Yes! Your lord! The Deep Destruction is equipped with a confinement weapon that can be used against up to 1,000 people. Do you need us to use it?"

"Use it now!"

Ezekiel said decisively: "Remember, don't kill him! Don't talk to him after you imprison him, don't torture him or approach him, understand?"

After listening to the whole process, Liktomer silently took a step back~www.readwn.com~ His movements made Lucius stop in place in surprise. He smiled and shrugged, and the human face on the armor began to squirm in disgust again: "What's wrong? Go on, dear, aren't we just getting into this state?"

Lictor pointed to the sky.

Then, his first and last words to Lucius were uttered: "...Idiot, look at the top of your head."

"what?!"

His tone was infinitely elongated, and a dark beam of light fell from the sky, hitting Lucius precisely. In that beam, his body started to be fixed, and then it was cut bit by bit. No blood flowed out, but his body was cut into countless slices.

Lucius' ugly face showed unconcealed horror, he could even speak normally, Lictor even saw the tremor of his vocal cords: "What is this?! What did you do to me?!"

Lictor took off his helmet and sneered at him without saying a word.

Only silence is the highest contempt.