Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 186

  "I was worried that I couldn't find a suitable application form, so these idiots came here. If you are really sleepy, you can give me a pillow."

   Lucian XII's face became hideous.

  He has already thought of how to deal with those space fighters who came to Vigilus for support.

   Surrender to the Great Marauder also needs to cast a certificate to prove his loyalty.

   "Since they are here, let them stay together." The corners of Lucian XII's mouth rose, revealing a cruel smile.

   Just like watching the loyalists who were slaughtered at the banquet just now.

   "Come out, it's time, let your masters show their strength." Lucian XII shouted at a shadow.

  The believer who had talked with him before came out.

   "My lord, this is not the best time yet."

"There is no best time." Lucian XII shook his head and said, "Now is the best time. Those idiots withdrew from the defense line and wanted to get supplies in Saint Port City. But they came to the wrong place, they are not welcome here They don't like them either, and together we can make Port Saintes their burial place."

"I need your help to send a big gift to those stupid followers of the corpse emperor, let them know that the Lucian family is not a plaything they let them fiddle with. If you want to take away the things of the Lucian family, the price the empire needs to pay is not So-so. Use their deaths to tell that reforming fool on Terra that what he's doing is only making the Empire worse."

"Once elites like us turn to the Marauder, it will be a loss for the Empire. As the saying goes, the people who win the hearts of the people win the world. Now, Guilliman is really digging his own grave. One day, the Marauder will enter Terra and cut down He and the corpse emperor's head announce the arrival of a new era."

  The believers became more respectful when they heard Lucian XII's eloquent speeches. They bowed slightly and asked in a low voice.

   "My lord, do you have any plans?"

   "Come here, I'll tell you." Lucian XII said with a smile.

  The believer walked up to the governor of the planet who had turned his back on the corpse emperor, and the other party whispered his overall plan.

   Soon, the believer also smiled.

   But he still has some hesitation.

   "Is it really possible to do this? I am worried that something will go wrong! If something goes wrong, it will affect the next plan."

"No, I have already ordered someone to install the Black Stone Demon Crown, and this matter will not be delayed. If you follow my plan, the Marauder will be able to take down the Vigilante before the rest of the empire's support arrives. "Planet Governor Lucian XII explained.

   "The plan is indeed perfect. If you can hit the followers of the corpse emperor hard, you will definitely be able to please the big predator. My lord, you can also get the favor of the gods, and maybe you can even get a blessing."

   believers said.

   "Then do as I say." Lucian XII said, "Let this world become the foundation of the Great Marauder's great cause and the burial place of those followers of the corpse king."

   "A perfect plan."

  Star Reaver-Hacken couldn't help laughing when he heard the news from Saint Port City.

  He stepped up to a burning building and looked across the lines of Imperial loyalists in the distance.

   If you force a breakthrough, the price you will pay is unimaginable.

  The Space Wolves and the Iron Hands are both chapters with a long heritage, and their combat skills and combat plans are impeccable.

  Even if they retreat, they are very orderly, taking care of both ends, so they can't take advantage of it.

  If Lucian XII's plan succeeds, Iron Hands and the Space Wolves will pay an extremely heavy price.

   "Strengthen the offensive, and let the Iron Warriors **** go to work, let them assist us in harassing those guys' flanks, and let them bleed dry during the long retreat."

  Star Capturer - Harken said to an ordinary servant next to him.

  His tone was very bad.

  The servant was so frightened that he was trembling all over, not daring to make any overstepping movements, for fear of offending the moody master.

   When Haken told him to roll, the servant turned around and ran towards his target.

  Seeing that the other party was terrified and trembling to convey his order, Mind Flayer-Haken smiled again.

   It's always such a joy to fool these idiots.

  He turned to look at the distant battlefield, the spear in his hand was trembling slightly, and the demons living inside were eager to drink blood.

   "Soon, very soon." Harken comforted his weapon, "Soon, you will be full of the blood of the loyalists of the empire, and let them know how stupidly they were wrong."

  Jace stared at the darkness in the distance through the armored glass of the super-heavy tank.

  The rocks and mountains are hidden in the darkness, and even superhuman vision can only see looming outlines.

  In order to preserve their vitality, they could only abandon those useless positions and choose to retreat to Saint Port City.

  There are more materials and more complete artillery defense there.

   They can last longer with those gear and enemies.

   As long as they wait for the support of the primarch or some Indomitable Crusade fleet, their plight will be very easy.

   It is impossible for the traitors to fight against the expeditionary legion formed by the Regent of the Empire,

   The technological equipment and combat power of the expeditionary fleet are far superior to those of the Chaos traitors.

  At that time, those traitors will find themselves not only gaining nothing by invading Vigilus, but also paying a heavy price.

   After staying in the cabin for a while, Jess climbed out of the tank again.

  He stood on the armor of the tank, staring into the darkness in the distance.

  The wilderness is so open, it makes people feel very small.

  Even if he were a Primaris Space Marine standing on top of a super-heavy tank, he would be tiny.

   Humans are just a tiny creature.

   Some ideas belonging to philosophers emerged in Jess' mind.

  Sometimes, he will also be confused about the meaning of human birth!

  Perhaps, the birth of human beings is meaningless.

  The strong and powerful body stands on top of the high-speed maneuvering tank, like an iron sculpture, motionless in the strong wind.

   Many civilians need to be evacuated, and Jace escorts them with an army of mortals.

  If it was in the past, this kind of thing would be unimaginable.

   No military commander will let his elite troops protect civilians who are of little value.

  In the various military guidance books issued by the Imperial Military Affairs Department, the situation about the retreat of civilians is clearly written.

   Civilians who are no longer working are worthless.

   They are numbers that can be consumed and sacrificed.

   It wasn't until Guilliman came to power that this situation changed.

  He asked not to give up those civilians unless it was a last resort.

   Unless the situation is at the end of the mountain and the civilians have to be consumed, they can go beyond the laws of the empire to make a decision.

  Jess has a lot of opinions on this. Protecting those weak civilians will only bring more risks and crises to these fighters.

  He couldn't imagine why the imperial regent would issue such an order.

   After thinking for a long time, he didn't get an answer.

  He can only regard it as the vision of the imperial regent or a part of a grand strategy.

   Jace stared into the darkness, he wanted to sit down and rest for a while.

  Suddenly, a thought flowed through his body like an electric current, causing him to jump up abruptly, looking vigilantly at a certain direction in the darkness.

  My ears moved slightly, and I heard some sounds that shouldn't be there.

   "Enemy attack." Jess shouted with all his strength.

  The mortal soldiers looked blank. They looked at the radar screen and the auspicious instrument, but there was nothing on it.

  Where did the enemy come from!

  An officer climbed out of the tank, and he waved to Jess. Just as he was about to ask where the enemy was, there was a whistling sound.

  Several **** dragons rushed out of the darkness, and the sirens from the radar and auspicious instruments resounded throughout the dark wilderness.

  The ferocious body ejected beams of destructive beams, instantly covering the area where Jess and the others were located.

  Many soldiers were killed before they had time to react.

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what!

  The screams sounded one after another.

  The soldiers were so frightened that they ran away in a hurry. They were so frightened that they even forgot to use the weapons in their hands, and they just ran away.

  Unfortunately, even if you run away, it is difficult to escape the fate of death.

   They were reduced to torches and blood fragments by the enemy's attack.

   Not long after, Jess' team suffered heavy casualties.

  Jace pulled the trigger and fired at a Helldragon, while shouting at the crowd.

   "Lock them up, don't panic, we have enough firepower."

  His words had some effect, laser cannons and plasma beams illuminated the sky, and the Hell Flying Dragon, which unscrupulously spit out destruction beams, was forced to fly high into the sky, not daring to dive and attack at low altitudes like before.

  The human resistance made these demonic machines extremely angry, and the sound of the engine continued to roar, as if those inanimate people were venting their anger with the help of the engine.

  The **** dragon is not a real creature, but a destruction machine inhabited by demons.

   It is well known that demons can enter the real space in many ways.

  If there is enough connection between the real space and the subspace, and the environment is suitable, then the demon can appear and temporarily gain the entity to ravage the real creatures.

  Before there is a large rift, this behavior requires a lot of energy.

   This is also the reason why demons generally don't stay active for long before the Great Rift.

  The main reason is that they will soon lose the ability to maintain their own shape, and will eventually be expelled back to the subspace by the correcting power of the real universe.

   But demons are very important allies for Chaos traitors.

  Without demons, their combat power will be greatly reduced.

   For this reason, after a long period of exploration and research, the members of the Dark Mechanicum who entered the Eye of Terror and those wizards came up with a way to get the best of both worlds.

  That is to let the devil possess the machine like a mortal, so that the devil can obtain a more permanent form of existence.

   Thus, the Devil Engine appeared.

  The demon engine is cast through dark rituals and forbidden techniques, and the creations produced by different methods are also different.

  The Hell Dragon is just one of the many types of demonic vehicles.

  The process of casting the Demon Engine is very dangerous.

   There is no difference between being imprisoned in a machine and losing your freedom.

  The devil is very resistant to this behavior of imprisoning itself.

  Once given the chance, they will definitely kill their creators immediately.

  The machine body is also very rare, once it is destroyed, the demon will also have to pay a heavy price.

  Under the influence of various vicious taboo techniques and rituals, those machines are deeply bound to them.

   Machines get damaged, they get damaged.

  Of course, they will not die because of the death of the machine, but they also need to sleep in the subspace for a long enough time before they can wake up again.

  Even if it is severely injured, those demons have to sign more contracts with those wizards and blacksmiths in order to get repairs, otherwise they can only endure pain forever.

   In a sense, the demons in the demon engine are completely replica serfs.

  The unlucky guy who borrows money to fight in the subspace.

   The credit for winning the battle belongs to the creators, and they have to call the gods YYDS.

   It was their own fault that they lost, and the gods wouldn't even give them a corner of their eye.

   Even punish them for their incompetence and waste.

  Once these demons are enslaved, they can only sign various contracts continuously, and in the end there is no way to stand up again.

  This kind of behavior that seriously tramples on the rights and interests of individual demons is not condemned in the subspace.

   No devil would think that there is anything wrong with this, but they all think it is very reasonable.

   After all, what the subspace pays attention to is whoever has the biggest fist, and whoever has the most reason.

  Wizards and blacksmiths have bigger fists than demons, who are forced to endure slavery and pour out their wrath on those weaker than themselves.

  The **** dragon roared, and the sound of the engine was deafening.

  The enslaved demons are burning with rage, thirsting for more blood and souls.

  But the human firepower is so fierce, the laser beams and cannon plasma cannons light up the entire sky.

  If they dare to approach, they will be beaten to pieces in just a moment.

  Jess watched the **** dragon being forced back, but there was no joy on his face.

   Soon, what he was worried about appeared.

  The Iron Warrior stepped out of the darkness and rushed towards Jace's team.

   Their speed is so fast, those mortals can't react at all.

  In an instant, the ground was a fragmented body.

   Not long after, Jess' team was defeated by the outer line of defense.

  Jess started the jumping betrayal, and after two steps in the run-up, he jumped up suddenly, the scepter in his hand was activated, and rushed towards the enemy.

   "Traitors, your time of death has come." Jess roared and entered the battlefield.

  When it landed, the heavy body set off waves of dust and smoke on the ground.

  The huge impact made the ground shake slightly.

  Before him stood six Iron Warriors, their horned helmets and visors of demon faces illuminated by laser beams and cannon fire.

   The Iron Warriors are formidable opponents.

  The Emperor cast them into Astartes, and the dark gods gave them greater power.

   For the past ten thousand years, these Heretic Adeptus Astartes were the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.

   Unfortunately, their legend is over.

   Even with the blessing of the dark gods, they are no longer the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.

   Jess with anger was as crazy as a bloodthirsty wolf.

  He fell to the ground like a bone crusher.

  The impact force is enough to shatter the rocks on the surface.

  The bolter in his hand fired continuously, and he held the scepter in the other hand tightly, venting his violent spiritual energy wantonly.

   In just one breath, all the bullets in his bolter had been discharged.

  Fires were shining on the relevant exhaust holes, and the explosion produced by the fired ammunition severely set off the Iron Warriors.

   Throw their heavy bodies behind them.

  An old style bolter could never have been this powerful.

  The bolt guns in Jess' hands are all forged with brand-new technology.

   Stronger lethality and more terrifying penetration.

  The psychic power of the scepter in his hand also gushed out, knocking the two Iron Warriors into the air in an instant.

  Just one breath.

   Two Iron Warriors were killed by him.

   Two Iron Warriors were knocked into the air.

   Such combat power is frightening.

  One of the Iron Warriors showed panic.

   From the eyes of the other party, it can be seen that Jess is far more powerful than they imagined.

  They were blessed by the gods.

  Followers of the corpse king have nothing! !

  Why do they have so much more terrifying combat power than them!

  This is unscientific!

  Thinking of this, the Iron Warrior suppressed the wild thoughts in his heart and concentrated on dealing with the enemy in front of him first. After all, it is useless to think about it, and the subspace does not talk about science.

   These days, there are too many people who don't talk about science.

   The right way is to kill that wolf warrior first.

  Jace didn't answer the enemy's confused thoughts.

  The scepter in his hand swung at another Iron Warrior, smashing his head to pieces.

  Although the other Iron Warrior was shocked, he also reacted. The old-fashioned bolter blessed by the gods fired at Jess's head.

   There was a roaring sound, and the bomb flew out of the barrel.

   It was only half a meter away from Jess's head.

  Jess thought he was finished, but who would have thought that time seemed to be slowed down.

  He could see the explosive bomb flying towards him little by little, at a slow speed like a snail crawling.

  The Iron Warrior who pulled the trigger also fell into a low speed state.

  Jess could clearly see every change in the opponent's eyes.

   This state is extremely strange.

   It's like time has been stretched infinitely.

  【Empire Angel combat engine successfully activated, user: Space Wolf Priest, Jess. 】

  【The user is being scanned in all aspects. 】

  【Soul purity: qualified. 】

  【Loyalty: Qualified. 】

  【Physical fitness: qualified. 】

  A series of reminders flooded into Jess's mind along with massive amounts of data, allowing him to know more clearly how the original casting upgrade is against the sky.

   Space fighters are called superhumans, but space fighters are still mortals. This is an irrefutable point.

  After activating the Emperor Angel combat engine, he truly embarked on the path of demigod.

   Just like those chaotic believers who have been favored by the gods, they have embarked on a special path.

  Jess recalled that the Regent of the Empire always spared no effort to deny the message that he was a god.

   But isn't he really a god?

  A ruler who can make his followers walk the path of demigods, isn't he really a god? ?

  Jace dodged the fatal blow as the bolt grazed his cheek and hit the mortal soldier behind him.

  The huge impact shattered his body, not even a piece of complete flesh and blood could be found.

   "Damn it!" Seeing the tragic death of the mortal soldier, Jess was furious. He rushed up, and the scepter in his hand slammed down, denting the opponent's helmet.

  The Iron Warrior crashed down.

   After a while, foul-smelling blood flowed out from under the dented helmet.

  The two Iron Warriors who were knocked into the air kept pulling the trigger.

  The bomb shot at Jess, but was blocked by his scepter.

   Realizing that they could not win, the two Iron Warriors chose to evacuate.

  The troops formed by the Chaos Cultists also left behind them.

  Jess wanted to chase after him, but he heard a call for help from the Iron Hands.

  He could only give up and choose to support the Iron Hand.

   Returning to the tank, the others looked at Jess from respect to worship.

  Those Chaos Warriors have certainly turned traitor, but their strength cannot be underestimated. Once they appear on the battlefield, they will be a nightmare for mortal troops.

  Even if the space fighters make a move, it is difficult to say that they are sure of victory.

   Now, Jess picked six of them one by one and won without injury. He is like the God of War alive.

  Jess didn't have any explanation for this, and he didn't feel any complacency in his heart.

   Rather than saying that he is powerful, it is better to say that the original casting upgrade given by the imperial regent is too powerful.

  A hidden legend has been circulating among the warbands that the Heart of Guilliman is the key to the path to the demigods.

  Jess thought it was a joke at first, but when he felt the power of the Emperor's Angel battle engine.

  It was only then that he truly understood that there was truth in that joke.

  Jess led his troops to the place where the Iron Hands sent a message for help.

   The battle is over.

   There are several corpses of battle brothers scattered around.

   Incomplete, collapsed in a pool of blood.

   Judging from the badges on their bodies, they belong to interstellar warriors who have not been upgraded.

   Not everyone is happy to accept the kindness of the Imperial Regency.

  Some people think that the Primarch's transformation of the Space Marines violates the teachings of the Emperor and is an attempt to usurp the throne.

   This thinking also affects Space Marines.

  Many Space Marines have rejected Primaris upgrades in order to preserve their purity.

   Obviously, now they are paying the price.

   Space Marines who have not upgraded face the traitors at a disadvantage.

   After all, the heretic Astartes warriors were also born from the same technology, and the other party received the blessings of the gods on this basis.

   For this reason, those Chaos warriors are stronger.

   Over the past 10,000 years, there have been countless battles to prove this.

   Refusing to upgrade the original casting is really a stupid decision that is not worth the loss.

  Jess shook his head and said to the deceased

  Many claim to have spent their lives defending the Emperor.

   But no one studies what the Emperor himself guards.

   It should be to protect human beings and the empire by any means.

  Only in this way is the best protection for the Emperor.

   After Jess took out the gene seed, he ordered someone to collect the dead body, carried it to the car, and prepared to take it back.

  On one side of the battlefield, a half-dreadnought collapsed on its own engine parts, flashing a distress signal.

  The mech's fist opened and closed twitching, and the server made noise.

   "Are you still alive? Brother." Jess walked up to Fearless and asked.

   There was a calm exhaust sound from the Dreadnought generator, followed by a hissing sound.

   "Path reconstruction in progress."

   "It seems, what else can you say! Father of Steel, I'm sorry, I'm late." Jess said sadly.

   "Path refactoring complete, they're coming, we're failing."

   "Indeed, but you have tried your best, and your heroic soul will surely return to the throne." Jess took out an empty gene gland access bag, "Now let me take out your gene seed and complete the inheritance."

   "Thank you, Wild Wolf." A voice came from the dreadnought, "Unfortunately, I don't have any gene seeds."

"No, everyone has it. The gene glands are still in your body. Quick, let me take out your gene seed and return it to your brother, which means that your genes will be passed on, and your Spirits will dine with the Iron Fathers at their table."

   "Negative, my body is no longer complete, and I don't have gene storage glands."

   "Stop messing around, there are still tasks to do." Jess said.

   "This is not a joke." The tone of the dreadnought became serious, "The cockpit valve has been locked, please give up, Brother Wild Wolf, in that case, it will be beneficial to both of us."

   "Why?" Jess looked at the abnormal behavior of the dreadnought, a little puzzled.

"There are still millions of civilians retreating. Any negligence and delay will cause casualties. I have no time to delay with you, Father of Steel. Please let me complete the task. If you are not willing, then I can only use one unconventional means.”

  Jace drew a plasma ray pistol from his holster, cranked it up to full power, and prepared to force open the valve.

   "No!" The Dreadnought roared, and a loud sound came out from the sounder, which made people's ears ring.

   Protected his face with his hands in time, preparing for the next energy explosion and the sudden burst of amniotic fluid vapor.

  The amniotic fluid prepared by the Mechanicus can allow the disabled pilot of the Dreadnought to stay naked in the cockpit for a long time.

   Just a huge cloud of steam forming as soon as the hatch is opened.

   If you are not careful, you may be burned.

   Jace gritted his teeth and pressed the pistol button.

  Accompanied by a bright light, the door of the cockpit flew out with a loud noise.

  However, the expected scene did not appear that there was no steam and no amniotic fluid flowing.

   There is nothing inside but warm, fetid air.

  See the crammed wires and pitted gears inside the Dreadnought.

   "You shouldn't be doing that." The Fearless Project roared,

   Realizing the truth, Jess felt a little panic in his heart.

   "You shouldn't open the sarcophagus of the Dreadnought without authorization." Gabriel's voice came from behind, and he came with other Iron Hand fighters.

  Jess looked at Gabriel, his tone was a little out of control, "What did you do??"

   "Did what we should do." Gabriel said calmly, "Continue to let those soldiers loyal to the empire fight against the enemy of mankind."

   "Intelligence without flesh and blood is strictly prohibited by the empire." Jess yelled, "Do you know? Look at what you have done? Gabriel, you are betraying the empire."

"We need every bit of strength, Jess." Gabriel said calmly, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, "I have not betrayed the empire, the Iron Hands Chapter hunts down human enemies no less than any other Chapter, we Well done."

   "But your method is wrong, it shouldn't be like this." Jess whispered.

"Nothing is impossible." Gabriel said, "I hope you can keep this a secret, Jess, if you reveal this secret, it will only increase the pressure on the Iron Hands, and it has no effect on the existing situation." effect."

  Jace stood up, looked at Gabriel, and spat at him, "I'm ashamed to be with you, Gabriel. I'll keep your secret, but you and I are no longer friends and brothers."

   Leaving this sentence behind, an angry Jess turned around and left.

  Gabriel stood where he was. He reached out to wipe the drool off his face, watching Jess leave with a slightly desolate look.

   Afterwards, he asked other brothers to recover Dauntless and other corpses.

   On the surface of Vigilante, the battle between the Empire and Chaos is becoming more and more intense.

   With the continuous arrival of the Chaos army, Jess and others protected the civilians and fought while retreating, and finally saw the Saint Port City.

  I thought I could get a short rest.

  However, the next scene made Jess unforgettable all his life.

   Betrayed, never far from them.

  The Saints Port defense artillery that was supposed to be aimed at the enemy turned around and locked the muzzle on them.

  The shells fell among the fleeing crowd.

  The ground shook, the soil was lifted up by tens of feet, and deadly debris splashed in all directions.

  Screams rang out among the panicked refugees.

  The first shell caused the deaths of dozens of people. Their bodies were torn apart, and broken flesh and intestines were scattered everywhere.

   More shells follow.

  The sound of roaring explosions was heard endlessly, and everyone was overwhelmed by artillery fire.

   Crying, screaming, and desperate questioning were all mixed with the sound of artillery fire, forming a **** lament.

  The refugees did not die at the hands of the Chaos traitors, but migrated long distances, and were massacred after arriving at Saint Port City.

   "Has Saints Port City gone crazy!" Jess subconsciously yelled when he learned that Saints Port City opened fire on them and also shelled fleeing civilians.

  But when he got through to the communication of Saint Port City, the cold words of the other party made him feel as if he had fallen into a cold cave.

   "Go to hell, lackey of the corpse emperor."

   Facing his questioning, Planet Governor Lucian XII responded with a mocking voice.

  Subsequently, the communication was cut off.

   "This is betrayal!" Fear emerged in Jess's heart.

  Before there was rebellion, and after that there were pursuers.

   They also have to protect millions of fleeing civilians.

  The situation is so critical that it is time to wait.

   "Find a bunker, move those civilians, and get them out of range of artillery fire." Jess issued an order to the troops, "The Saints Port City has betrayed, and they have violated the teachings of the Holy Emperor."

  Jace gave orders to the other troops to move the unarmed civilians.

   Subsequently, Jess led a group of wild wolf fighters to formulate a surprise attack plan to destroy the fort of Saint Port City and avoid causing more damage.

  The roaring gunboat sent Jess and the others to the sky above Saint Port City, and then these original cast space fighters jumped down.

  Relying on its strong body to resist the impact of the high-speed fall, the ground shook.

  Relying on their strong body, Jess and others moved smoothly, and a large number of traitors were killed.

  High explosives were installed in multiple artillery positions and then detonated.

  Let the beleaguered troops and civilians wait for a respite.

   "This is your end, wolves."

   When Jess and the others entered the last position, the star grabber Haken had been waiting here for a long time.

  The spear in the opponent's hand shone with vicious light, and Jace could feel the bloodthirsty desire of the trapped demon in the spear.

   "This is your end too." Jess was fearless, he held the scepter tightly in his hand, and faced the star grabber-Haken.

   "Arrogance will pay a price."

  Star Reaver-Harken took the lead in attacking. With howling, he raised his spear and jumped up, stabbing Jace.

  Jess greeted him with a scepter in hand.

  One was blessed by the gods, and the other was shaped by the imperial regent with brand-new technological power.

  The two sides entered into a desperate confrontation of brute force and skill.

   "Pay the price, wolf, today is your end."

  Harken the Star Capturer had a distorted smile on his face, and the power of the gods flowed through his body.

  Jess remained silent, but the offensive in his hand became more and more fierce.

  However, even though Jess activated the Emperor Angel battle engine, he didn't know much about this new ability.

  Haken has served the gods for a long time, and he is proficient in using the power of blessing.

   During hundreds of consecutive confrontations, Jess showed his flaws.

  Harken seized the opportunity, and the charged iron fist smashed through Jace's defense.

  The power of the gods and the power of the machine are mixed together, and the destructive power is extremely powerful.

  Even if the original cast armor has been upgraded several times, it is still difficult to resist this punch.

  Jace's armor was shattered, and the bone shield protecting his chest was torn apart.

  He kept spitting out blood, staggered back, and it became very difficult to even stand.

"You are as weak as ever! Do you think that what Guilliman gave you can give you the capital to defeat me? No, you will always be weak in front of me." Haken raised the spear in his hand .

   "The weak is not him, but you, traitor."

  Father of Steel, Gabriel descended from the sky wearing a thruster, and slammed his arcing hammer at Harkon.

   This blow was so fierce that the opponent had to give up the plan to kill Jess, and raised his spear to resist Gabriel's attack.

  The impact of the two weapons was so powerful that shock waves appeared in the air.

"You think, you can." Harken wanted to sneer, but he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and found that Jess, who had been severely injured by himself just now, had recovered at some point, and the scepter in his hand pierced his chest. chest.

   "You talk too much." Jess looked at the opponent fiercely, then activated the scepter, crushing the opponent's body.

  His eyes were full of anger and the pleasure of slaying the enemy.

  Star Capturer-Haken staggered back two steps, insisted on standing for a few seconds, then his legs gave way, and he knelt down on the ground.

  Gabriel swung his hammer again, smashing his head to pieces.

  Seeing the corpse of Startaker Harken, Jess was silent for a moment before saying, "Thank you, Gabriel."

"We are brothers, with common goals and beliefs. There is no need to say words of gratitude between fighters." Gabriel said, "I apologize for the previous incident, and your anger is right. The Iron Hand is in this The road has gone too far, and when this matter is over, I will go to Terra to explain this matter to the Regent of the Empire in person."

   "The Regent of the Empire will definitely not blame you. He is much more enlightened and kind than we imagined, Gabriel. I'm sorry for the actions and vicious words I made to you before."

  Jess is very sincere, every mother group has its own secrets.

  The Iron Hand abused the intelligence of hatred without flesh and blood, but the mutation of the Space Wolves was also an unspeakable problem.

  He is not qualified to condemn the other party.

   Still, driven by rage, he humiliated a noble warrior and friend.

   "I don't care." Gabriel said, "In that case, anger is normal, not to mention you are wolves. Are wolves without anger still wolves?"

  Jess still wanted to say something, when a strong beam of teleportation light appeared beside them.

   Under the eyes of everyone, the number one rebel, the greatest enemy of the empire, the great predator, and the commander elected by the four gods stepped out of the beam of light.

   Behind him, there are elite soldiers of the Black Legion.

  Many of them are veterans of 10,000 years ago and participated in the Great Crusade.

   Strong combat power, superb skills, countless kills in his hands.

  The Great Predator is wearing a thick Terminator armor, the style is very old.

  When he just walked out, the surface of the armor was still flowing with the brilliance of ether.

  The opponent's aura is as terrifying as an abyss.

  Gabriel happened to have his back to the beam of light, and was also the closest.

  Before he had time to react, he was pierced by Abaddon's claw of Horus, picked up, and his head was chopped off by the magic sword Drachanian.

  The speed was so fast that everyone couldn't react.

  Just now, they were still cheering for victory.

   Now, they watched as Gabriel was slain by Abaddon the Marauder.

  Jess stared at this scene, stunned for a moment, and then he howled with uncontrollable anger.

   They've only just settled down.

  Gabriel died right in front of him.

Do not!

  Jess's heart was in great pain.

  The death of his friend made the wild wolf distraught.

  He attacked Abaddon the Despoiler.

   Abaddon swung the magic sword Drachanion, and a wicked flame grew from the skeleton-strewn sword.

  The magic sword sliced ​​straight across Jace's scepter, chopped off one of his arms, split his battle armor, and pierced his first heart.

  Even if the combat engine was activated, Jess had no chance of fighting back in front of Abaddon.

  Just one blow, almost crippling him.

  Many wild wolves and Iron Hands saw their leader fall, and rushed up violently one by one.

  The veterans of the Black Legion behind Abaddon also rushed forward.

  The fighting between the two sides was extremely tragic.

   Abaddon seemed to be in no man's land, killing among the loyalists.

  The Claw of Horus and the Demon Sword Drachanion drank blood.

  The Loyalists were quickly slaughtered.

   Just when the fallen Jess was about to be executed.

  A violent psychic thunder burst in the air, Abaddon had to give up the attack, and stretched out his hand to block the psychic lightning.

  In the smog that filled the battlefield, slender figures appeared one after another, taking away those Primaris Space Marines who were seriously injured and survived.

  Jess, who was seriously injured, saw a slender figure standing beside him, and then the scene in front of him changed.

   When he stabilized again, he had left the battlefield and was sent to an unknown temple.

  Before he passed out, Jace saw an Eldar wearing a harlequin mask coming out of the temple.

   Obviously, they saved themselves.

   "The thread of your destiny should not be broken here." The Harlequin Eldar said, "You have other missions to complete."

Chapter end