Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

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Angron roared, while his other demonic Primarch brother was enjoying an indescribably delicious treat.

On the planet Demon, an indescribable and brutal battle erupted between the Iron Hand and the Emperor's Son.

The Steel Hands harbored intense hatred for the being before them. Over countless years, they had been searching for the Father of Genetics, only to hear more and more news of his tragic death.

Over the course of ten thousand years, Primarch Forgrim continuously cloned his brother Feralus.

He tirelessly tempted his brother, and if he was rejected, he would kill him in grief. If the clone agreed, he would furiously kill the clone in front of him, roaring that he was not Felus!

To the other legions, the Steel Hand was an eccentric ally, for no one knew the extent of the insults and harm they had suffered.

But now, the opportunity for revenge has arrived.

The Steel Hands roared, venting their fury in a frenzied display of power, charging toward the traitor in the name of the Emperor and the Primarch. The Dreadnoughts on all the ships had already been awakened and joined the carnage.

Former brothers, now enemies.

The corruption of the Third Legion began with Forgrim, who, after acquiring the piercing sword, was constantly seduced by the Slaanesh demon contained within it.

The corruption gradually spread from him to his lord commanders, and then to the company commanders and captains.

Ultimately, with the exception of a very few Space Marines, everyone else followed Slaanesh instead of the Emperor.

The remaining loyalists, led by the Emperor's son, Captain Sol Taviz, fought valiantly at Istvan III, but were ultimately defeated by Horus. Subsequently, the corrupt army legions gleefully set about assisting in the destruction of the arriving loyalist legions.

The Emperor's Sons lost a significant number of armored vehicles during internal fighting within the Legion. However, after the Battle of Istvan III, Vograim led approximately 5 Space Marines to join the rebellion.

Today, the only admiration people have for the sons of emperors is for their meaningless indulgence.

This makes them the most violent, cruel, and depraved creatures imaginable.

Having abandoned most of the old traditions, the Legion retained its original name because this corrupt group rejoiced at the grave insults suffered by the False Emperor and the glory of the Human Empire.

Under the corrupting influence of Slaanesh's power, their armor has been transformed into a design full of sensory stimulation and grotesque style, with dazzling soft colors, silk decorations and gold chains.

Slaanesh granted his most beloved sons of the emperor the ability to feel pain and pleasure through the layers of terracotta armor as if it were their own skin and flesh, causing extreme pain with every ricochet of a blade or bullet off the armor.

This quality also applies to weapons; some emperors' sons learned to taste the blood of their enemies with their blades.

But apart from that, many of the Emperor's sons Space Marines have become Noise Warriors, and these are the main enemies that the Iron Ten must face.

They are a twisted creation. It must be mentioned that Slaanesh are also gods of art. These noise warriors are obsessed with anger and storms, and are satisfied only with the roar of explosions and the screams of the dying.

Their hearing is a thousand times more sensitive than that of an ordinary Space Marine, capable of distinguishing even the most subtle differences in pitch and volume. A Noise Marine's enhanced hearing can affect his entire brain, causing extreme emotional reactions that render all other senses pale and worthless.

The louder and more discordant the noise, the more extreme the emotional reaction it triggers. Ultimately, only the clamor of battle and the screams of fear can arouse the pleasure of a noise warrior.

Their weapons thus evolved into rifles that fired at different frequencies, capable of overwhelming the senses and destroying the body.

Many Noise Warriors have modified their vocal cords into Doomsday Sirens, loudspeakers integrated into the Space Marine's body that amplify their screams into a torrent of devastation, repelling even the greatest enemies.

In addition, the Noise Warriors possess an ability called "Warp Scream." This scream will shock and numb everyone nearby.

Some people have become war lords through their own power; however, warbands of the emperor's sons are usually rare, since as hedonists who have fallen into chaos, they even destroy one another.

Therefore, when the warriors of the Steel Hand landed, led by the clone Feralus, they unleashed their power in an instant.

His combat power even far surpasses that of the imperial prince in front of him.

In response to the attacks of these noise warriors, the Iron Hands had long ago developed a special sound wave cancellation device. The roaring sound waves tore through the ground, but they could not completely stop their bold advance.

Though towering warriors were torn apart by the immense shrieks of sound, the apocalyptic noise transforming their armor and flesh, the Emperor's sons screamed with glee at the sound, their heightened senses and minds rendering the discordant noise as the most vivid force imaginable.

"Let them charge!"

The serpent demon laughed and said, just as it had in the past, "Leave Phenusmanus to me!"

The Phoenix Guardians responded with a terrifying war cry and leaped up to engage the Morlock Terminator in fierce close combat, while the clone, Felus, was also fighting the serpent demon with a flaming sword.

Sparks and flashes erupted from the golden edges of the warriors' halberds and claws, enveloping every life-or-death struggle in a storm of light and sound.

The snake demon repeatedly displayed its exquisite swordsmanship. It had four arms and possessed flexibility and control beyond human comprehension, enabling it to unleash an unparalleled four-sword style.

But he didn't do that at the moment. Holding a stabbing sword, he tore at his own flesh with one hand and plunged the other into the most sensitive part of the snake's tail, staging a depraved farce.

Feralus's rage continued to rise, and with each exchange of blows, he was repeatedly knocked away, but he persevered...

He got up from the ground.

Even though his body was almost a bloody mess, his armor was tattered, and the flames from his flaming sword seemed to have spread to his black armor, making his whole body seem to be burning fiercely, he did not waver at all.

The brother's anxious smell was completely inhaled into the snake demon's abdomen with a deep breath.

"You seem different from before, my brother. You seem a bit too stubborn and overbearing in front of your offspring."

The serpent demon chuckled and said, "Look at them, and then look at you. You want to die with them in this place? That won't end well. I've decided, I'll reward you. I'll sever your limbs and take you to Terra, where we'll put on a show of brotherly love in front of the False Emperor!"

Ferrus remained unmoved.

The serpent demon grinned maliciously as spaceships exploded one after another, and almost all the participants were sent to the ground. Ferus did not choose to break out, and his genetic offspring also chose to leave their lives on this planet with their genetic father.

It was among these ships, which were now empty, that fog began to quietly spread.

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