Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 74 Covering the Brothers' Escape

"Sigh! It's a pity the Seraphic Angels Chapter is a crippled chapter; they can't produce anything of value!" Ksharol said helplessly. He also wanted to make up for the chapter's losses, but the problem was, they couldn't produce anything worthwhile!

Moreover, this order was very likely issued personally by the Emperor! If you try to extort money from the person the Emperor wants to protect afterward, that would be unreasonable!
Deleros looked around, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "It wasn't the Seraphim Legion that asked us for help. I was talking about the Shark Legion."

This made Ksharol fall into deep thought, as it wasn't a bad idea. Seeing the interested look on his advisor's face, Deleros continued his analysis, "Moreover, after this incident, their warband has definitely suffered heavy losses and is much weaker than before. But they possess many valuable items. We, on the other hand, have suffered almost no losses. We can ask them for some supplies!"

He emphasized the words "final supply" heavily, as if afraid that his own think tank wouldn't understand what he meant!
Kesharol, looking at his own company commander, suddenly realized that this thick-browed, big-eyed man... well, he was a bald egg. Their entire battle group was full of albino bald eggs!

He suddenly felt that his company commander was a bit of a villain! If it weren't for his signature bald head and hard-boiled egg, he would have suspected that this guy was from the Blood Duck Battle Group.
But after weighing the pros and cons, he exclaimed, "What do you mean by this? We are both Astartes, brothers as close as family. How could you have such despicable behavior and thoughts! Oh, Your Majesty! Please forgive my brother's heretical thoughts and sins!"

With that, he suddenly turned around and walked towards the exit of the bridge. "In short, don't let me hear about this kind of thing again, and don't mention it in front of me!"

He then left the bridge and went to the boarding apron to wait for the transport ship to arrive.

Meanwhile, on the ground below, the three Seraph mechs and the nine Saints that were still able to move all looked up at the Thunder Eagle gunship transport group in the sky, which had become so small that it was almost invisible!

Goodbye, brothers!

"For the Emperor!"

Their murmured words told the whole story of their lifelong loyalty!

Immediately afterwards, each of the three Seraphic mechs grabbed a Saint who was already huddled together with its left and right arms, and then hurled it into the Primarchs' battlefield.

Seconds later, several points of light erupted on their respective mechs. Within a second, they coalesced into a massive fireball, which, after expanding to a certain size, collided, creating an even more powerful explosion.

The terrifying explosive yield reached more than 300 million TNT in an instant.

Both the demons and the heroic spirits of the Cursed Legion, who had not yet completely withdrawn, were instantly reduced to nothingness by this attack.

Even outside the fireball, they were instantly reduced to ashes.

The mushroom cloud that rose from the explosion reached a height of nearly 90,000 meters.

Its shockwave and radiation coverage area only covered a circular area with a radius of several hundred kilometers within five seconds.

Even the energy from the terrifying explosion, which was transmitted over a dozen minutes, caused massive tremors and waves along the entire coastline of the continent.

Countless demons were annihilated by this attack, a scene of utter devastation.

Even those aboard the warships in the sky watched this scene intently. As one of the most destructive weapons of the old era, it still holds the power to decide a small battle, even in the current 40k era.

Even after being modified with 40k existing technology, it would be no problem to single out and kill a Primarch's physical body!
For example, the four Primarchs after the nuclear explosion!

Manus and the Cursed Legion vanished without a trace the moment the three Seraphic mechs threw out the Saints.

This infuriated the four Primarchs, and Angron, unable to vent the murderous urges emanating from the Butcher's Nail in his mind, directly attacked Forgrim, who possessed the aura he, or rather Khorne, disliked.

Caught off guard, the attack struck Forgrim squarely in the abdomen, eliciting a seductive moan from him. He then gazed with alluring eyes at Angron, whose muscular physique awaited him, ready to unleash his lust once more.

Just as the two were about to continue their work, a dazzling light enveloped them all!

In that instant, they used their respective abilities to return to the subspace, but they were still seriously injured!

The lightest of them are Magnus and Vograim.

Magnus was the most astute. The moment he saw the Saint's mech being thrown over, alarm bells went off in his mind. He then turned around and prepared to turn into smoke and return to the warp.

As for Forgrim, he was pinned down by Angron and had the ability to react in time before being seriously injured, which is why he was the least injured.

Even so, their skin was still severely burned to varying degrees, and even peeled off their skin like rotten skin, revealing the overcooked muscle tissue.

This horrific injury not only instantly brought Angron to his senses, but also made all four of them resent the person they were trying to capture.

"Quan Tiehua!!!" Angron, whose body had been mostly melted away, even revealing his bones, still stood firm. He roared repeatedly in the warp, venting his anger at will. Even his offspring began to flee in fear, but he slaughtered them on the spot like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Meanwhile, Quan Tiehua, who was on the transport ship, suddenly shivered, and then an overwhelming sense of weakness washed over his entire body and mind.

What followed was a heavy drowsiness and a struggle to keep his eyelids from falling down. He turned to look at his brothers around him, wanting to ask for help, but he could no longer utter a word, and he had even lost control of his body.

Meanwhile, the brothers around them did not notice this phenomenon and were all silently praying for those brothers who had just sacrificed themselves in the nuclear explosion.

Seeing this scene, Quan Tiehua suddenly felt dizzy, his head slumped, and he fainted!

Nobody knew what was going on, and everyone was praying!

Only the cold sun in the subspace silently watched this scene!
As his unconscious body gradually relaxed, the power armor also began to sway and loosen.

He held the five-pointed star in his hand, then let it drop downwards, his palm opening naturally. The five-pointed star fell to the steel ground with a crisp clatter.

The sound broke the silence in the cabin, and everyone turned to look, only to find that Quan Tiehua had already fainted.

Everyone was stunned!
Panic ensued inside the Thunderhawk gunboat, with everyone scrambling and making a fuss. The entire gunboat began to sway and stagger, like a drunken bird about to crash to the ground, its crew looking around in terror.

Fearing they would be hit at any moment, the drivers quickly steered their Thunder Sounds to the side.

What they didn't know was that after Quan Tiehua fell into a coma, the faint golden light that had been on his body seemed to transform into small, living snakes, which darted into the red five-pointed star that had fallen to the ground.

The red five-pointed star on the ground shone even brighter than before after receiving the golden light!
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(End of this chapter)