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Sergeant Priyad was fighting a war with no end in sight, and he was familiar with the feeling. But he was not familiar with his opponent.

He's fighting a bunch of dead people.

Sergeant Priyad fiercely held out the power sword, which slashed the dead bone in front of him from top to bottom. Using this weapon against the skeletons crawling out of the dirt was overkill - none of them could hold up a single blow, but Priyad still had a hard time.

This power sword of his originates from the reward of a mission. But Priyad didn't like the extravagant decorations, so he asked the Tech Sergeant brothers to remove them all. The gauntlet and grip of this sword are unadorned, and the blade is straight and forever sharp.

Like himself, silent and monotonous. But always good at killing.

His weapon does have a one-hit-kill effect on the dead. But they are not weak bones, the strength of these bones is amazing. Even rivaling him, the sergeant had to be careful with the dead, doing his best not to get himself caught in the ring. He knew very well what it was like to be surrounded by such a large and powerful enemy.

Between battles, he still did not forget to call his brothers on the communication channel. Although there was still no response, Sergeant Puliard insisted on doing so, but the frequency changed from once a minute to once every two minutes. For the Astartes, dual-purpose is the easiest thing to do.

He fought all the way out of the small village, but these dead people were gathering more and more. They crawled out of the ground, burrowed out of rock walls, even squeezed through gaps in tree trunks, blocking Priyad's way.

Priyad took a deep breath, and the breathing grille helped him filter the alien air better. The pressure index on his eyepiece was already immeasurable, rising or falling every moment, as if it had malfunctioned. But Priyad didn't feel the slightest change, and the gravity remained the same.

He swings his sword.

A skeleton with flesh and blood still hanging between its ribs was chopped off by him with a power sword, and then crushed its head. There was nothing in their empty eye sockets, not even a sound, only the strange sound of bones colliding with each other echoed, like some kind of desperate gasp.

After ten minutes, he came to the edge of the cliff with difficulty. The power pack on the back opens automatically, and a climbing peg sticks out. The thick black tubular object was slammed into the ground by him, and then the head of the cylinder cracked a gap, and he pulled out a hard alloy long rope from it.

It's usually unrealistic to get the Astartes to use cliffhangers, but the Chief Tech Sergeant of the Iron Serpents is a brother who loves to innovate, and this is even more evident after his return from the Mechanics. . The alloy rope that Sergeant Priyad holds in his hand is his masterpiece.

Although fighters use it only in rare cases, and often not for rappelling. But anyway, at this time, this thing helped a lot.

Priyad began to descend rapidly in a standard rappelling posture, with a built-in alloy rope that had a maximum length of 700 meters and could be connected to his armor's built-in server. The top left of the eyepiece was showing the remaining length, and he quickly returned to the ground. Unsurprisingly, the place was empty.

There was still no answer on the communication channel, and Priyad knew that he still had a way out - he could call the lord, but he didn't want to.

His mission is to reconnaissance, and this mission has not been completed.

Priyad thought for a while, and took advantage of this gap to check his power armor system. The eyepiece showed him, and it was guaranteed to be completely sealed. The data proves that he is not affected by those bad things, but he knows it is temporary.

He resumed the climb, and the mission was the mission. If there is no way for him to get to the top of the mountain, he will make a way out by himself.

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The smell of blood was so strong that it could drown a person, and Givaudoren felt that every breath of air he breathed into his lungs was made of sticky blood. He didn't like the feeling, but had to endure it. The helmet's breathing grille broke when it was thrown to the ground, and in fact, after taking a blow like that in the front, Givaudron was surprised that he was still alive.

He knew what he had done - he had attacked a demonized Primarch.

It's no different than courting death, but if it were to happen again, Givaudan would still do it.

In front of him, an epic battle is taking place, but it is a pity that there is only Jiva Doren in the audience.

"I'll hang your head on my shoulders!"

The monster roared and waved its claws, but the real killer came from the pair of huge black wings behind it. Their sharp tips quickly attacked Angron at an angle that could be called impossible to guard against, and Angron was almost hit.

Fortunately, he never relaxed his vigilance, and even raised his attention to 120,000 points. Angron resisted the blow with his lightning axe, and the lightning on it spread to the monster's body again. But it continued to attack against those lightning bolts, its flesh continuously scorched the lake, and it healed itself in an extreme time.

But the way is not beautiful - flesh and blood fell from him, corroding huge potholes in the ground. Hissing. Apparently, this was one of the countless rewards the Blood God gave to its corruption, with only one purpose - she hoped the monster would bring her more skulls.

Seeing this scene, Angron snorted coldly. He knew very well that he no longer needed to waste any words with this monster - it was hopeless. Angron has only one thing for it.

die.

The demon's strengths lie in its strength and claw attacks that can never be hard-wired, while Angron's strengths lie in the lightning axe and flexibility that can deal a lot of damage every time. He has the patience and confidence to dismember it here bit by bit, but the battle situation isn't always equal.

Just like at this moment, the devil seems to have had enough. It giggled lowly, its huge claws twisting and deforming. Becomes a hand suitable for holding a sword, but the process is not comfortable. Its bones even pierce through its flesh in the process, making it terrifying.

Then, it raised its right hand and drew a black rune sword from the void. The sword's gauntlet is made into the symbol of Khorne, with a hideous rib with a wide open mouth at the end of the handle. The body of the sword is hideous and unknown, and the whole body is pitch black, but the runes reveal a blood-red light.

The light shines brightly, completely illuminating its body. Angron was also able to see its face completely.

What had been the butcher's nails grew thicker, brushed back like its hair. It's just that the hair is decorated with tiny human bones, and its face, which has nothing to do with human beings, has an irregular and hideous shape, its chin is split, and sharp bone spurs protrude.

"Come on, my clone, isn't that what she made you for? You want to kill me, and I want to kill you..." The demon raised his head and used Nukeria The language spoke provocative words to Angron.

It had hoped to see a little anger in Angron, but it failed. Angron was as calm as if he didn't understand what it was saying - if he hadn't responded in Nukerian.

"I'm not your clone," he said. Then took a step forward. "I won't be you either."

The giant axe and the great sword collided with each other, and the momentary force of the collision even made Jivaldoren, who was lying in the distance, feel it. The wrestling went on for a while, and in the end, Angron was victorious—the lightning on the axe blade was so dominant in close combat that the demon had to resort to another strategy.

Its self-healing has begun to fail to keep up with the speed at which the lightning ravages its flesh.

"Really? You put my face, use my voice, and speak the language of my hometown—but say it has nothing to do with me?" The demon grinned and swung the great sword. The taste is more intense.

It hid half of its face under the blade, and said in the uncharacteristic whispers of Khorne followers: "One liar, made another liar - I have been fooled by him, but I will not give in again. "

"Come on, let me see if you understand the true meaning of glory."

"Glory?" Angron smiled. "You're talking to me about glory? How a monster like you, who succumbed to the evil **** with all his heart, would say these two words from his mouth? I'm amazed."

The demon still covered his face with the sword, and it, no, his anger that seemed to never stop was temporarily subdued, and the muscles that had been trembling stopped. The demon said quietly: "Of course I know what glory is, and not only that, but I also know what courage is."

He glanced at Jiva Doren lying on the ground, and whispered with his finely fanged mouth: "He makes me proud."

"Because he rejected you."

"Yes." The demon laughed again. "That's why I'm... proud of him—!"

It roared again, and the fleeting humanity seemed to be Angron's illusion. The monster is back, with more terrifying rage and thirst for blood than ever. Angron could almost perceive a pair of eyes staring at him in the surrounding darkness, with undisguised desire and greed.

"Very good." Angron raised his axe. "bring it on."

They fought together again.

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He Shenyan is not a god-although he can rewrite reality, destroy planets, create life, and resurrect in one thought. But he still can't be called a god.

The concept of a **** is extremely serious for a mage, and for now, he cannot be called a god.

And sitting on the golden horse... No, the one sitting on the throne cannot be omniscient and omnipotent, and neither can He Shenyan. He couldn't predict the future in such a chaotic universe, especially when it was obvious that the mastermind was from the warp.

The moment he sent Angron to Givadoron, all the other Astartes on the planet lost contact with him. He Shenyan tried to track them down, but their whereabouts were hidden. The discovery made him frown unpleasantly.

What was even more difficult for him to accept was that they were not completely lost. The black hand behind the scene consciously left a trace, located in the subspace.

This is conspiracy.

If he chooses to enter the warp and take them away, two things must happen next. The first thing was that the Revenge was attacked from out of nowhere, although with the current firepower of the Revenge, He Shenyan doubted that they had to prepare something to threaten this planetary warship.

The second thing, he will definitely be 'blessed' again.

The mage squinted his eyes, and the commander of the Insel chapter said in a deep voice: "You don't have to do this, Your Excellency, they are Astartes, they have long been—"

"—Whether they are enlightened is their business, Insel. But the task is arranged by me, and I must be responsible for their lives." He Shenyan interrupted him calmly.

"No one is going to die today," he said decisively.

"Sacrifice is the norm, Your Excellency, you can cancel this mission. Just a suspected STC is not enough for you to risk your life." Incel persuaded bitterly.

He was afraid that the living saint would go to that planet in person, although it was cruel to say, but in his heart. This ship, and all of them combined, is less than a finger of this man.

"Who said I was going to risk myself?"

He Shenyan laughed.

At the same time, his child hole began to burn, and the golden light passed through the Vengeance to form a huge light in the outer vacuum as if it were a substance - an unbelievably huge mixture of magic and psionic energy, passing through the Great Rift. The scars above the material realm slammed into the warp.

"The center of the circle~www.readwn.com~ let everyone get ready - we're going to play the big **** ticket." He Shenyan said through gritted teeth.

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to—" He raised his head, golden light shining through his skin. His bones and internal organs are clearly visible under this light. Incel shivered and forced himself to calm down. He knew that he was witnessing a miracle.

"—Take the traitors—"

His voice was getting farther and farther, as if from a distant galaxy. The unbelievable happened with his next words: "—Draw out of their lair!"

"boom--!"

It is a fact that a vacuum cannot transmit sound. But Insel heard a loud explosion.

Immediately afterwards, the light was dim, and He Shenyan sat back in his chair as if nothing had happened. He panted and said, "Prepare to fight, Insel. They want me to enter the warp?"

He sneered and said, "I don't care who among the four **** did this, I don't care. They either hand them over or watch their people get killed by us one by one."

"The followers of Khorne will be blasted to pieces with long-range firepower, the followers of Nurgle will use special purification bombs, and the followers of Slaanesh I will deal with them alone - they will not feel any pleasure. As for the followers of Tzeentch, you don't have to do that either. Worry."

"They want war? The war is on!"

Insel looked sideways at the porthole. The originally empty universe was now crowded with ships of traitors. The two hearts of the Chapter Master were pounding, and he knew that this would be a battle of unprecedented scale.

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