Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

For those of them who grew up listening to stories of emperors and Primarchs, the Primarchs were undoubtedly gods.

And it wasn't just Creed who was shouting that.

Everyone, including all the Astartes Chapters, all the reinforcements, and the local soldiers, was burning with rage. Everyone believed that as long as they held on until the Primarch arrived, everything would be alright.

These united cries and expressions of will were also heard by the Chaos faction and reached Abaddon's ears.

"Primarch? Utterly laughable!"

Abaddon burst into laughter, he opened

He installed a large amount of amplification so that his voice could be clearly heard by everyone in the war zone. (Micro Fun)

"The empire is rotten to the core, the false emperor is withered and lifeless, and the Black Legion will eventually shatter the Gate of Cadian!"

"Primarchs? Even if Primarchs appeared in the current Empire, how many legions could they possibly have? Let the galaxy burn! Even if those so-called Primarchs, those freaks on whom you placed your hopes, were to awaken again, they would only fall at my feet!"

"The era of the Primarchs is over!"

Blasphemy, what blasphemy!

Hearing Abaddon's arrogant remarks, all the loyalists, including Highlord Creed, were instantly enraged. They gripped their guns tightly, wishing they could rush into the heart of the Chaos faction and fire a burst of bullets at this heretic.

Unfortunately, they lacked the ability. Even though they became stronger because of their anger, their overwhelming numerical disadvantage still made it difficult for them to even protect themselves.

Upon seeing this, Abaddon burst into laughter. Yes, the Primarch's era was over; now it was Abaddon's era!

He viewed the Primarch as a target for sale. If the new Primarch, Shinji Ikari, was capable, why didn't he ambush an army in the Misty Starfield and hide 100,000 Astartes to join the battle at this crucial moment?

In this way, their chaotic side will inevitably fall into disarray, resulting in a severe blow to their strength.

"Ha, ha ...

The next second, Abaddon's laughter stopped abruptly.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The commotion of warp migration replaced this abrupt halt, as a vast, almost endless naval fleet, as large as the ocean, ended its warp voyage and landed precisely on this enormous battlefield.

However, what is truly inexhaustible is not these space warships, but the Astartes.

Everyone could see that on this newly formed fleet, every warship, from the smallest light cruiser to the largest battleship, was densely packed with an endless number of Astartes!

These Astartes were all better equipped, each one taller and more imposing, exuding a fierce and menacing aura.

Upon arriving in the physical universe, they immediately commanded their warships to ram into the Chaos navy. Caught off guard, a large number of Chaos fleets were boarded and successfully ambushed.

What followed was the screams of countless Chaos Astartes and demons being ganged up on and beaten to death!

"!!!"

Lord Creed of the Highhold, Logan, Chapter Master of the Space Wolves, Kadan, Chapter Master of the Iron Hands, Marius, Chapter Master of the Dark Angels and Marshal of the Black Templars, Garadon, Third Company Commander of the Imperial Fists, Celestine the Living Saint, and all the tallest and most resilient figures in the Empire were stunned for a moment.

What's going on? How could the Empire have so many brand new Astartes?

Even if they did, there's no way anyone could bring them all together. Even if the High Lords allowed it, no one in the current Empire could make so many Astartes willingly obey orders.

Except for one situation, except for one possibility.

"My dear 21st brother, Shinji Ikari, you've really kept me waiting!"

boom!

Before Creed and Abaddon, commanders on both sides of loyalty and chaos, could react, another voice, seemingly filled with endless temptation and allure, suddenly rang out!

A large number of Chaos Fleets instantly transferred from the warp into the physical universe. They did not belong to Abaddon. Although they had split into multiple warbands, they still shared a unified label.

That was once the fleet of the Emperor's Sons Legion!

They had clearly been planning this for a long time, coming to the nearby subspace and using some kind of magic to hide themselves, only to finally show themselves now, driven by their desire to hunt!

The moment anyone saw this fleet, it was as if they saw a half-human, half-snake monster, with a human upper body and a snake tail, four arms, wings on its back, and a purple body, appearing as a magnificent and noble being.

That being possessed a pleasure that could attract anyone, and nearly captivated the Astartes.

Fortunately, just as many loyal soldiers were about to be swayed, another commotion suddenly broke out, pulling people back from their gaze and causing them to quickly look away at the new activity.

This time, a new fleet of Chaos appeared in another location, bearing the insignia of the Death Guard.

“I have come for the mercy of my Father, who will take my poor new brother away from that tyrant and lead him to the paradise he deserves. This is none of your business, Fugrim!”

Boom!

A tall figure wielding a sickle appeared from the starry sky, imprinted into people's eyes from countless distances, and their ears seemed to hear the sounds of plague, decay, and the buzzing of flies and maggots.

"To believe solely in a single Chaos God is a sign of narrow-mindedness. The true essence of faith lies in the undifferentiated chaos. The Chaos Gods are worthy of faith, but Chaos and the Warp itself are even more worthy of faith. Our new brother should not go to the garden of that great god. He should first learn the truth of faith with me. Mortarion, he is mine!"

In another location, the long-planned fleet of the Word Bearers suddenly appeared.

In that instant, people seemed to see a tall and mighty figure holding a brand-new, latest version of the Holy Scripture, whose obsession with faith was almost tangible.

"The concept of primordial chaos is indeed true, but you, foolish Luo Jia, you are not primordial chaos. You are a fallen one who has faith in those four dark slave masters. You piece of trash, you are not primordial chaos at all. You have merely chosen to become a slave to all four dark slave masters at the same time!"

"First you worshipped that golden, cruel, tyrannical slave owner, and then you switched allegiance to four equally dark slave owners. I feel disgusted and ashamed that you are my brothers, especially you, Fugrim. After surviving for so long, do you finally dare to come out and face your death?"

From yet another direction, the Iron Warriors fleet belonging to the Lord of Steel appeared with an impeccable and solemn aura. The order of this fleet was more orderly than that of all his brothers, almost like the discipline they had before their rebellion.

One tremor, then another, and yet another.

Hearing these words that could be transmitted even in a vacuum, everyone present was almost numb, and they knew who this person was without even thinking.

This time, aside from a very few powerful individuals like Highlord Creed and Wolf Alpha Logan who possessed exceptional confidence in their own will, the vast majority of the Empire's loyalists dared not look directly at them, fearing they would fall under the aura emanating from these fallen ones, just as they had before. (Mitsuba House provides the most complete updates.)

But there are some things that they can't avoid just by looking down at them.

"Roar--"

A deafening roar soared into the sky. The ritual, which had begun at some unknown time, was violently torn apart in the warp. He had no fleet of his own, and was all alone, his anger reaching the heavens. But that single person's roar was enough to terrify everyone and fill them with dread.

That was Angron, the most terrifying corrupted Primarch who had invaded the Empire the most times, killed the most Imperial humans, plundered the most Imperial worlds, and appeared most frequently in the past few thousand years—the genetic father of the World Eaters!

"Shh, be quiet. You're disturbing my study of warp magic. Angron, brother, you pathetic slave. I bet your new master wants you to kidnap our new brother to fight for him, but you're probably planning to kill him outright, aren't you?"

A fierce and powerful psychic energy swept across the entire area, announcing its presence. Magnus, the Crimson King, the Father of a Thousand Sons, and the one with two horns on his head, also stepped into this physical universe!

Vograim, Mortalian, Loka, Peturabo, Angron, and Magnus—a total of six traitorous Primarchs—appeared together in this star system!

Their gazes were all fixed on one of the lead ships of the Imperial fleet, which was carrying nearly 100,000 Primal Astartes.

Lord Creed of the Highhold, along with the three chapter commanders of Space Wolf, Iron Hand, and Dark Angel, all trembled. At this point, there was no doubt that the new Primarch of the Empire, Prince Shinji Ikari, was inside that warship.

It was he who led this large Astartes army to aid Cardia!

But now they would rather this prince not come here at all. No matter how powerful the Primarch is, there is no way he can survive the attack of six traitorous Primarchs.

"Protect His Highness!"

Creed strained his voice, his voice cracking from the effort he had ever made.

His shout was like a signal, and the frozen star field suddenly erupted into chaos again. Both the loyalists and the chaotic faction rushed towards the warship like madmen.

Immediately, a golden light appeared.

"What are you babbling about? Who said we're brothers? Just kill them!"

Undeterred, Unit-01, with its six golden wings, charged out of the warship and brazenly confronted six traitorous Primarchs who were spouting nonsensical and incomprehensible words!

"Original, original, original..."

On the Soul of Vengeance, Abaddon stood there blankly, stammering. All the warband leaders around him, who were usually intimidated by his tactics and aura, looked at him strangely and suspiciously, as if they had been deceived by the world.

"Fuck you, Abaddon! Is this what you meant by 'the era of the Primarchs is over'?!"

Chapter 6 Primarchic Battle: The Death of Ultimate Radiance Unit-01

One, two, three, four... a total of seven Primarchies!

Not to mention the strange looks from the gang leaders, Abaddon himself almost wanted to slap himself. Why did he have to spout nonsense for no reason?

Now that's settled. All the Primarchs must have heard what he just said. The new Loyalist doesn't really care, since he probably won't survive being ganged up on by six Chaos Primarchs anyway.

But if any one of these six Chaos Primarchs, who are destined to win, gets upset about his earlier boasting and tries to cause trouble, then he's doomed!

"Charge! All of you, charge! Send all your forces forward! Have the Chaos Wizards summon all the demons! Charge according to my command!"

Annoyed, Abaddon waved his hand. Although he was terrified of the retaliation from the Chaos Primarchs, he had a fleeting thought of kicking these old bastards while they were down, but it was just a fleeting thought.

The Primarch's status is something that an ordinary Astartes like him can't compare to or even provoke. Even if he could kill a Primarch by relying on his massive military power (unintentionally), it would essentially only be banishing the opponent back to the Warp. After that, his relationship with these Chaos Primarchs would only evolve into an irreconcilable one.

That won't do, so he has to make amends.

With its massive army

His team is the vanguard, tasked with assisting the fleets of these Chaos Primarchs—that's what he's doing now!

"Charge! Charge ...

"You all need to create a passage for us to get close to the Primarch. We must risk our lives to bring His Highness back. The Empire cannot lose its new sun!"

Lord Creed of Highhold cried out in despair, his voice filled with sobs. He had never cried in his life, but now, all his tear ducts had suddenly collapsed. If the new Primarch died here, he would have no face to face the people of the entire Empire!

These individuals, who are practically the absolute strongest in the empire today, aside from Dante, the leader of the Blood Angels, and the Grand Master of the Grey Knights, are determined to protect the Primarch, no matter the cost.

But despite this thought, reality was numbing and despairing. Even with the addition of several Chaos Primarch fleets, the Empire was still unable to break through.

Because these fleets had long since summoned a large number of Chaos Demons using Chaos Sorcery, including some famous Demon Princes and Archdemons, who roared and charged ahead, each capable of holding off hundreds or thousands of Astartes.

In normal major battles, such terrifying beings usually appear only once, but now they are almost everywhere, so even the nearly 100,000 original Astartes are completely restrained.

Everyone could only watch helplessly as that divine machine, shimmering with golden six-winged light, traversed the starry sky, single-handedly confronting the location of the six terrifying Ascended Primarchs!

No!!!

Titus's cries for his mother were even more mournful than those of Highlord Creed. Creed was merely a temporary stretcher bearer, while Titus was a true personal guard. Faced with such a dangerous situation, he could only leave the Primarch to fight alone. He feared this situation more than anyone else.

But it's no use anyway.

Titus could only roar as he used his super-primalized body, personally modified by the Great Sage Caul, to slay the endless tide of Chaos's army. His explosive guns fired scorching bullets, each strike killing a hideous, terrifying demon.

Even in this life-or-death struggle, Titus still devoted 30% of his attention to gazing into the distance, watching the battle between the absolute strongest beings in the vast starry sky.

Not only him, but also all the loyalists of the Empire, all the Chaos Rebellion Astartes and mortal armies, and even all the Chaos Demons, all of whom, at the same time as this deadly battle, spared at least 30% of their attention to gaze at that area.

The deathmatch of seven Primarchs was an unprecedented spectacle in the galaxy. Even during the Great Rebellion ten thousand years ago, the Primarchs fought each other in pairs on different battlefields. There had never been a situation where multiple Primarchs were fighting each other to the death at the same time.