Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 760 Kill!
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"This place is undoubtedly a murder, yet the perpetrator is a star that crushes everything." — A conversation between Saul Tavitz and Taric Togaton, recorded by Messadi Oriton.

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This is so relaxing!

—Although I don't know where the stress comes from, pest control is so incredibly stress-relieving!

With this thought in mind and a smile on his lips, Ramizan charged ahead into the insectoid ranks composed of giant spider-like monsters before anyone could react.

A series of shattering and exploding sounds followed, and the sharp, scythe-like forelimbs that could even sever the head of an Astartes in a single successful attack were completely unable to cause any damage to the Primarch's power armor greater than a scratch from a fingernail.

The metallic exoskeleton was instantly crushed into dust on the soles of the Primarch's boots, and the thick stems of the gray-white grassland were overturned and crushed, splashed with large amounts of the foul-smelling, corrosive insect fluids.

The first wave of trampling created an open area of ​​at least tens of meters in diameter within the swarm of insects. A few spider monsters with residual nerve signals twitched on the ground, while most turned into flattened corpses. The smaller engineering spider monsters that escaped the calamity scattered and fled like ants doused with hot water.

Those flying units that Tavitz assessed as possibly being of a higher warrior class scattered into the sky after escaping the Iron Lord's first wave of aerial attacks. Now recovered, they screech and circled back onto the battlefield.

Its transparent wings trembled and tore through the air, and eerie sparks flowed from the black metallic shell of its spider-like body. It clearly regarded this outsider who dared to intrude into their ranks alone as the greatest threat.

Dozens of flying monsters swarmed overhead, and at the same time, the red earth trembled violently. The giant spider-like units, resembling heavy vehicles, approached like mobile fortresses, their shovel-like mandibles clearly sharp at a glance.

"My lord!" Tavitz could no longer help but shout, "Be careful! They don't know fear and they won't run away!" At the same time, he drew his weapon.

Lucius immediately tugged at him, "Are you crazy? It's not something a Primarch should be doing with his rank!" Two members of the Council of Four Kings cast meaningful glances at him.

But they saw the Steel Lord standing in the middle of the mess glance to the side, then slowly reveal a smile: "Flowery-legged cicadas and Cantonese cicadas that won't run away even if you hit them? Isn't that even better? -- Oh right, don't come any closer, lest you accidentally hurt them."

The eerie thunderclouds in the distance seemed to sense the battle taking place here, and once again unleashed lightning, striking diagonally towards the Iron Lord standing on the earth—no, not at all. The blue-eyed Primarch stretched out a hand, and the roaring, ferocious lightning fell into his grasp like a tamed falcon.

Then the lightning obediently gathered in his palm into a radiant and unique energy form: first a long handle held in his hand, then an oval-shaped flat head, with flashing lightning crisscrossing and crackling on the circular plane—what kind of weapon is this?
“To restrain the power of thunder…” Asimand frowned, while Sedire looked at the calm Loken with a look of sudden realization.

In the blink of an eye, a one-sided alien massacre unfolded before their very eyes.

A continuous series of ear-piercing explosions echoed across the wasteland. These were the sounds of flying monsters, one after another, trying to pounce on the weapon and exploding into a ball of sparks as they fell to the ground. Another sound came from the viscous explosions of spider-like monsters on the ground, their heads and bodies spewing out thick liquid.

The bizarre lightning weapon and the Primarch's stomping attacks were perfectly coordinated. The monster, which had devoured so many Imperial warriors, was no match for Ramizan's attacks; it was like a wolf among sheep, cutting melons and vegetables.

Every time the Lord of Steel wields his uniquely designed thunder weapon, several of the nearest flying monsters inevitably fall to the ground; every stomp turns the surrounding spider-like monsters into meat patties as if they were being crushed by an invisible force.

"Could it be that some kind of miniaturized gravity or conversion weapon can be integrated into the combat boots...? This... was personally developed by the Lord of Steel?"

The silent tyrant terminators seemed to sense the strange, wary, or probing gazes cast upon them by their cousins ​​for the first time, and their broad bodies involuntarily straightened up.

—Although they didn’t really know why the Primarch was suddenly so powerful, they couldn’t let their own genetic father lose face if he was the one displaying such power!
The iron-rich red soil is now soaked in the bodily fluids of the spider monsters, and the gray grassland is now broken and scattered with the remains of the spider monsters.

As the last flying monster crashed to the ground amidst a shower of sparks, and the crown of the last spider warrior was crushed into a flattened watermelon, silence finally returned. The Iron Lord stood amidst the carnage and debris, his breathing rapid but not heavy, as if the astonishing feat of annihilating this swarm of insects in an instant still left him with plenty of energy.

Ramizan casually tossed the lightning-formed mosquito swatter into the air, then took a deep breath and stood with his hands on his hips, admiring his insect-killing achievements.

"Cool!"

While someone was having a great time using a 40K version of an electric mosquito swatter and slippers to kill bugs and relieve stress, which felt like a dream of returning to the southern summer of Seres, the Astartes watching were filled with nothing but shock and disbelief.

Could this be the true power of the Primal Being? Unstoppable, like a mountain or a sea?! Then… but…

The soldiers of the other two legions present couldn't help but compare this divine power with the battlefields where their own commanders had appeared, and came to a terrifying conclusion, which made some of them uneasy.

After all, they were all high-ranking officers and knew to some extent how the Iron Warriors' Primarchs regarded their own Primarchs and how they had treated each other's warriors.

This situation can create a subtle awkwardness or cause for concern for intelligent people.

Where is Aidoron camped?

While the emperor's sons were equally stunned, the Iron Lord, whose armor was almost intact except for a few drops of slime and fragments, had already come before them to inquire.

This time, the overwhelming aura surrounding him was almost like a mountain rushing towards them, and several Astartes couldn't help but hold their breath.

“Right there, one kilometer away, sir.”

Tavitz calmed himself and answered, and as if to verify his answer, the faint, distinct sound of bolt gun fire could be heard from that direction.

"Hmph... How many of you are left in total?"

"Fifty people, my lord."

"Are these all the sons of emperors on this planet?"

"Yes, my lord."

"And then, knowing how efficient the insectoids are at killing in this godforsaken place, Aidoron sent you out alone to find some relics? Was it not in line with the army? Was it to clear out these insectoid structures?"

“My lord, Lord Aidoron is our commander-in-chief, and I have an obligation to obey his orders.”

“Well, thankfully you didn’t do that every time,” the Lord of Steel muttered. “Let’s go, for the sake of… I remember I should go and rescue them.”

(End of this chapter)