Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 151 My Ultimate Move is Ready (1/5) Requesting Monthly Tickets!

Before Lionsgate, the brutal struggle continues.

Lancelot and Guilliman briefly met, with Imperial Guards standing beside them, and Ultramarines and Blood Angels also standing around them.

Mountains of corpses appeared, and Guilliman stood proudly on the mountainside. The battle flags of the Ultramarines and the Blood Angels also appeared on the mountains of corpses!

"The Ultramarines and the Blood Angels stand here!"

A standard-sized mountain of muscular men appeared on the battlefield.

The most prominent among them is Robert Guilliman.

The Emperor's Sword in the Primarch's hand was so feared by demons that anyone killed by him would be utterly annihilated in the warp and could never be resurrected.

Even so, the bloodthirsty monsters, incited by the Blood God, still launched an attack on Guilliman, after all, their purpose in being born was to take Guilliman's head.

But clearly, these nameless demons were no match for the Primarch. The beings truly on par with Guilliman were still wreaking havoc in Armageddon. No matter how angry the Blood God was at that treacherous creature, all he could do now was sit on his bronze throne and roar as he issued orders.

At that moment, everyone present understood what the Primarch was, and the power and divinity of Robert Guilliman, the leader of the Extreme War X. The Imperial Guard's movements were lightning fast, but in the Primarch's eyes, even the Imperial Guard were nothing more than weak infants!

Bathed in the light of the Emperor's Sword, the crown of the Armor of Destiny appeared to burn as if to onlookers! Its radiance was incomparably intense, like...

A bright and violent halo!

The greatsword in his hand, radiating golden light, was so unstoppable that countless world devourers, beastmen, and demons swarmed in following the bloodthirsty madman's attack, only to perish completely under Guilliman's ferocious martial arts.

The Primarch's advance route was to circle the entire Lionsgate fortress, allowing everyone to see him. He also discovered that the Tear Plague afflicting mortals seemed to only be alleviated when he was around. Thus, the Primarch was supporting the overall battle in this way.

Lancelot, on the other hand, fought in the sky. No one could survive within half a second of him. His holy wings powerfully flapped the air, making him as fast as lightning. All that remained in the air were afterimages of Lancelot.

A white light streaked across the sky; besides Guilliman, Lancelot was also one of the totems of faith for all loyalists.

On this almost apocalyptic battlefield, Lancelot flew through the sky, essentially a sitting duck.

But for Lancelot, who was wielding the Emperor's shield, all the explosive bolts and heavy direct fire from the rebels, regardless of direction, were forcibly deflected from their intended trajectory.

The ferocious barrage of artillery fire slammed into the shield in Lancelot's hand, yet it failed to shake the towering shield in the slightest.

In certain critical situations, Lancelot might even intervene in the collision of Titans in the distance. After landing again, Lancelot might disappear into the mist, and at that moment, the Imperial Cross Shield would be thrown out.

As the shield swept across the sky, the battlefield situation shifted. A terrifying red light was deflected and bombarded, a volcanic cannon shot from a warlord-level Titan that had been deflected. This terrifying molten attack was about to destroy a loyalist Titan, but at this moment, the outcome was reversed!

The shield, which had taken the full force of the volcanic cannon, flew back to Lancelot's hand intact. Wherever Lancelot was, the berserkers who were blessed by Khorne and immune to ranged attacks lost their means of defense.

As the anchor of the real universe, the rules of the real universe overwhelmingly appeared on the battlefield. The originally rampant demons became weak, and the constant roar of cannons fell into their lines, finally creating a clear gap!

Within those gaps, in the mist-shrouded area, the mortal soldiers in the trenches could not see what they were, but the roars of strange creatures could be heard continuously. At this moment, the orcs in the mist were also released by Lancelot to participate in the defense of the city.

Under these circumstances, Lancelot's flamboyance attracted the attention of three bloodthirsty monsters, who chased after him through the sky. Instead of confronting them head-on, Lancelot used the "Requiem" Witcher pistol he had acquired earlier to wage a brilliant guerrilla war.

Lancelot charged down the demon lines like a falcon, hurling a barrage of incendiary ammunition before killing the demons. The Witcher's pistol would automatically devour the dead demons into its magazine, turning them into projectiles that could be fired.

"Bang bang bang!"

A barrage of bullets fired, accompanied by the howls of demons being loaded into magazines, slammed into the bloodthirsty demons chasing Lancelot at high speed.

Due to the suppression of the inviolable domain, the power of these great demons was weakened. In addition, the projectiles that were launched were essentially demons transformed into power and launched outwards.

It was also imbued with demon-repelling power, thus breaking through Khorne's blessing, and using ranged weapons to wear down these great demons.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Guilliman had completed a round of inspection, and even a bloodthirsty berserker that could easily crush a Terminator had been beheaded by Guilliman!

The razor-sharp demonic axe, capable of easily slicing through a super-heavy tank and a Titan, was merely a clumsy, futile swing before the Son of Vengeance.

The Emperor's Sword burned fiercely, and with the help of the Silent Sisters, the Imperial Guard, and his own offspring, another bloodthirsty berserker was brought down to the ground and turned into ashes.

Anyone with eyes can see this trend. Without the Bloodthirsty Demon's restraint, these Chaos Demon armies alone are probably no match for Guilliman's advance.

Even with their overwhelming numbers, the Khorne army could not breach this Lion Gate.

Guilliman also accurately assessed the current situation. He seemed to have overestimated the pressure Terra was facing. After continuous purges, the strength of the Khorne followers at the bottom of Terra had actually been greatly reduced.

In addition, the situation between the Mechanicus on Mars and the Regent has become somewhat delicate recently due to the presence of space necromancy.

In order to win back the favor of this Primarch, these techies spared no expense and sent their own fleet to support the Imperial Navy.

Furthermore, with the fleet assembled due to the Unyielding Expedition, even though the traitors were well-prepared, with the Great Raider Abaddon personally leading the charge and the rebels possessing a warship of the same class as the Queen of Glory, the Soul of Vengeance, the Empire still firmly held the initiative in the space naval battle.

Unless the rebels on the ground are able to breach the Lion's Gate spaceport.

Unless Abaddon disembarks from the Soul of Vengeance with a death wish, no matter how hard or how fanatical the Khorne followers try, they will not succeed.

They couldn't even cross the defensive line built by Lancelot and Guilliman along with other troops alive!

The pristine lake and the Emperor's Sword brought only blood and corpses. Guilliman was the strongest defense, while Lancelot was a shadow of death that charged into the enemy lines!

A thick fog filled the air, and the Devouring Essence was frantically absorbing the surrounding subspace power.

Every demon killed by Lancelot, or rather, by the orcs in the mist, has a portion of its power absorbed by the mist and then gathered in Lancelot's body. The accumulation of these warp forces will trigger a qualitative change that will turn the tide of battle.

air.

The faint power that the Emperor had stored within Lancelot's body suddenly surged up like a flame that had been given fuel.

"Ready."

The Emperor sent Lancelot such a message, and the fact that the message came at this crucial juncture undoubtedly foreshadowed something.

The game-changing move is ready!

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