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The target greenskin had no time to dodge and was instantly smashed into pieces by this terrifying force, with broken limbs and arms flying everywhere.

Omiren was immersed in the frenzy of battle, the pace of his attacks became faster and faster, his movements were done in one go, like a tireless killing machine, and every attack made the greenskins pay a heavy price.

As Omiren's offensive became more and more fierce, the greenskins began to fall into chaos. Their originally surging offensive formation was now shattered under Omiren's violent and torrential attack.

But the greenskins' natural bellicosity and madness prevented them from retreating completely. Instead, more greenskins came from all directions, roaring and determined to tear the intruder into pieces.

Omiren snorted coldly, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain. He plunged his spear into the ground and quickly drew two gleaming chainsaw swords from his waist.

The chainsaw sword started up, and the teeth rotated at high speed, making a creepy buzzing sound, like a roar from hell.

He pushed forward with his feet and rushed into the group of greenskins like an arrow.

The chainsaw sword flew up and down in his hand, and every swing brought about a bloody storm.

The greenskins were torn apart by the saw teeth, their limbs and internal organs scattered all over the ground. Omiren's figure was looming in the blood mist, and he shuttled among the greenskins like a ghost. Wherever he went, the greenskins were either dead or injured.

Some greenskins tried to block with simple shields, but were easily cut in half by the chainsaw sword along with the shield; some greenskins relied on their tall stature and swung huge sticks to hit Omiren, but Omiren was agile and could always dodge sideways at the critical moment, and cut off the opponent's arm with a backhand sword.

In this fierce battle, Omiren's body was splattered with the blood of the greenskins, and there were scratches on his armor, which were traces left by the greenskins' attacks. However, this did not affect his fighting ability at all, but made him look more brave and fearless.

His breathing gradually became heavy, his chest heaving violently, but his eyes became more determined, a desire for victory and contempt for the enemy. In his heart, this gathering place of greenskins must be completely wiped out, and he is the judge who will carry out this mission.

Omiren had been fighting in the bloody storm for a long time, and the murderous aura around him was getting stronger and stronger. The scratches on his armor were getting more and more, and the greenskin blood that had been splattered had dried and solidified into dark red patches.

Looking at the endless greenskins around him, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "I've had enough of playing, and I don't want to play anymore. You bunch of brainless beasts, just offer yourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his hands and the two chain saw swords plunged straight into the ground. The teeth were still buzzing and spinning, splashing a circle of dust.

Seeing this, the greenskins thought they had an opportunity, and the braver ones immediately rushed forward with roars, raising their crude weapons high and slashing at Omiren with a whistling sound.

A sneer appeared on Omiren's lips, and with lightning speed, he stretched out his right hand and accurately grabbed the neck of the leading greenskin.

The greenskin kicked and struggled, his axe lashing feebly at Omiron's arm, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, with no effect. Omiron tensed his arm muscles, exerted force with his five fingers, and pressed down hard on the greenskin's head. With a dull, horrifying sound, the greenskin's head was crushed like a fragile watermelon, and red and white brain matter and blood splattered onto the surrounding greenskins.

This bloody and brutal scene made the surrounding greenskins quiet down instantly, and fear spread rapidly among them like a virus.

Every greenskin's eyes were filled with terror. They had never seen such a terrifying existence, and their originally fanatical fighting spirit was crumbling at this moment.

However, Omiren's attack did not stop there. Without even looking at the greenskins who were trembling with fear, he took out a ferocious-looking flamethrower from his back.

The barrel of this flamethrower is engraved with mysterious runes and emits a deep blue light.

Omiren raised the corner of his mouth in a cruel smile and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

In an instant, the hot molecular flames gushed out, forming a wall of fire dozens of meters long. Wherever it went, the air was instantly ignited, making a "sizzling" sound.

The group of greenskins in front of him didn't even have time to scream before they were enveloped by the high temperature and turned into ashes in an instant.

The pungent smell of burning filled the air, mixed with the smell of blood, making the battlefield even more disgusting.

Omiren took a deep breath, a playful look on his face. "Very good, the smell of barbecue, a bit like Orleans chicken."

On this cruel and bloody battlefield, his words seemed out of place, yet they carried a chilling sense of humor.

Omiren kept moving forward steadily towards the group of greenskins, and the flamethrower in his hand became a symbol of death.

Flames burst out from the muzzle of the gun, like an angry fire dragon, pouncing around with bared fangs and claws.

The high temperature caused the surrounding air to distort and deform, and the rocks on the ground were burned red, and then melted and flowed, like a sea of ​​hot magma.

The greenskins were forced to retreat step by step by the terrifying flames, and each retreat was accompanied by miserable screams.

Those greenskins crowded on the outer layer had no time to dodge and were ruthlessly engulfed by the flames.

They struggled and twisted in pain in the flames, and in the blink of an eye turned into piles of smoking charcoal.

But the greenskins' crazy and warlike nature has not been completely erased. Even though they are shrouded in fear, some greenskins still try to resist.

They hid behind makeshift shelters, firing bullets at Omiren or throwing homemade bombs.

The bullets hit Omiren's power armor, making a "ding-dang-dang" sound, but could not cause any substantial damage to him; the bomb exploded beside him, raising billowing smoke and dust, but when the smoke and dust dissipated, Omiren was still unharmed, moving forward steadily, the flame of the flamethrower in his hand never went out, continuing to reap the lives of the greenskins.

Omiren was immersed in the one-sided slaughter of the greenskins, the flamethrower in his hand continuously spewing deadly flames, turning batches of greenskins into ashes. At this moment, the communication system suddenly rang, breaking the monotonous and intense noise on the battlefield.

"Omiren, where are you now?" The voice of Yuanming, one of the two prime ministers of the empire, came from the communicator, with the unquestionable aura of a superior.

Omiren paused for a moment, but the flames from his flamethrower remained undimmed, still surging like a raging wave of fire towards the greenskins. He continued to mow down the enemies, responding, "I'm clearing out the greenskins. It's been pretty easy this time. I haven't seen the greenskin leader yet, so it seems they haven't fought out yet."

"Don't focus on these trivial matters, Omiron. Leave these matters to the cyborgs. After all, they are larger consumables. Use them when you can." Yuanming's voice came again, and his words were full of disdain for the greenskin cleaning task, as if it was just a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

Omiron frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. He retorted, "We have different duties and different methods. You know what sets me apart from you. I reached my position with real talent and knowledge. To achieve this, I cleared three sectors of xenos. I will not, like you, treat my life as a tool to squander. Every battle is to protect the Empire's territory, not simply to consume resources."

After saying that, he suddenly increased the power of the flamethrower, and a more violent column of fire spurted out, completely engulfing a large area of ​​greenskins in front.

"If you have nothing to do, don't contact me. I'm not free now." Omiren's tone was cold, and the murderous aura after the battle was still lingering around him. Although his hands had stopped spewing out flames that destroyed the greenskins, the smoke of the battlefield had not yet dissipated.

"I want you to go to Macragge to investigate Guilliman." Prime Minister Yuanming's voice came through the communicator with a sense of irresistibility.

"Why?" Omiren paused, full of confusion. He was about to leave the battlefield, but then he stopped again, looking around at the charred land and greenskin remains.

"Guilliman is currently very ambitious, with an estimated force of 25. More importantly, he is well-informed about the other Legions, and he seems to be intimately aware of the future plans of Terra, myself, Malcador, and the High Lords. I strongly suspect Guilliman has a spy planted against us. I cannot leave at the moment, and I need you to investigate for me."

Yuanming spoke very quickly, and his words were filled with deep worry and suspicion.

Omiren was silent for a moment, quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind, and then he said: "Okay, but you have to give me something! You must know that no matter what, I am on the same level as you, and the one who can command me is either the King or the Emperor." As he spoke, he skillfully retracted the flamethrower into the mounting device on his back, raised his foot and walked back in the direction he came from, leaving clear footprints on the ash-covered ground.

The hustle and bustle of the battlefield was gradually left behind, but Yuanming's response had not yet come through the communicator. He knew that a new game was about to begin.

A brief silence fell on the other end of the line, the only sound being the rustling of a pen across paper, echoing in Omiren's ears, again and again, making him uneasy. After a moment, Yuanming's steady voice came over: "Tell me, what do you want? As long as it's within my authority, we can discuss it."

"Give me two days off." Omiren responded concisely, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone.

"Okay." Yuanming agreed without any hesitation.

Both parties hung up the call almost simultaneously. Omiren looked at the fleeing greenskins with disgust in his eyes. His most annoying moment had come again - chasing these greenskins.

The Commanding Knight turned and strode towards the weapon rack, picked up the chainsword, put away the two chainswords, and then held the spear firmly with one hand. The cold touch of metal came from the palm of his hand, familiar and reliable.

With the roar of the engine, a white power motorcycle appeared. He drove the vehicle towards the direction of the fleeing greenskins, the sound of the wind whistling in his ears.

Omiren sat astride the power motorcycle, controlling the handlebars skillfully with one hand, nimbly moving through the rugged wilderness, while his other hand firmly grasped the spear, the tip of the spear flashing with a cold light.

Ahead, dense swarms of greenskins were fleeing in panic like a surging black tide.

Omiren pressed the attack button on the power bike without hesitation.

In an instant, the launchers on both sides of the motorcycle spewed out flames, and explosive bombs poured towards the greenskins like raindrops.

Violent explosions rang out one after another, flames shot up into the sky, and air waves rolled, instantly enveloping the group of greenskins in a sea of ​​smoke and fire.

The billowing smoke slowly dissipated, and the battlefield was in ruins, with only one or two greenskins still struggling to survive.

Omiren squeezed his legs together, and the power motorcycle shot out like an arrow, drawing a long arc on the sand.

In a flash, he was in front of the greenskins. With a low shout, Omiren exerted force, and the spear in his hand thrust out with a sharp gust of wind, accurately and accurately knocking down the two Yueyi. The greenskins were strung together like candied haws.

Then he swung his arm violently and threw the spear with the green skin strung high into the air.

Almost at the same time, Omiren pulled the trigger of his spear, and a powerful energy instantly burst out from the tip of the spear, blowing the heads of the two greenskins into pieces, and flesh and blood foam splattered everywhere.

After getting rid of the greenskin in front of him, Omiren didn't stop for a moment and stepped on the accelerator of the power motorcycle.

The engine roared like a beast, and the motorcycle rushed towards the other side of the planet like a black lightning.

When we arrived at our destination, we saw dense crowds of greenskins swarming in the wilderness.

Omiren's eyes were cold and fearless as he drove his motorcycle straight into the group of greenskins.

The wheels spun madly, ruthlessly crushing the greenskins. The hard tires instantly crushed them into blurred pieces of meat, and the air was suddenly filled with a pungent smell of blood.

The greenskins screamed one after another, the sharp and terrifying sounds intertwined together, like a death symphony.

Omiren shuttled through the area, leaving a mess wherever he went, and declared his dominance over the area with his absolute strength and speed.

Omiren roamed freely amidst the blood, flesh, and wailing, with billowing black smoke spewing out of the exhaust pipe of the power motorcycle, intertwining with the bloody smell that permeated the surroundings.

Suddenly, a huge greenskin swooped down from the flank. It had muscular build and held a rough but powerful axe in its hand, and chopped down at Omiren fiercely.

Omiren's eyes flashed, and he dodged sideways. The axe blade grazed his shoulder, sending up a gust of wind. He seized the opportunity and thrust his spear fiercely into the giant green beast's abdomen. The tip of the spear sunk in, and blood gushed out.

The huge greenskin let out a deafening roar, clutching the spear with both hands, trying to pull Omiren off the motorcycle.

Omiren exerted force suddenly, pulled out the spear, flipped over and jumped off the motorcycle, and at the same time pulled out a chainsaw sword.

The chainsaw sword spun at high speed, the saw teeth cutting through the air with a sharp buzzing sound. He moved closer to the giant greenskin like a ghost and swung the sword towards its neck.

The giant greenskin swung his axe to block, metal clashed, sparks flew.

At this time, the surrounding greenskins saw this and swarmed over frantically, trying to help their leader and trap Omiren in the core.

The chainsword and spear in Omiren's hands cooperated with each other, slashing at close range and stabbing at range. Every attack was accurate and deadly, and he cut a bloody path through the group of greenskins.

In the encirclement of the greenskins, Omiren was covered in blood, and the weapon in his hand was stained with the blood of the enemy.

The Commanding Knight noticed that several agile greenskins were trying to attack from behind and cut off his connection with the power motorcycle.

Omiren sneered and pretended not to notice. When the greenskins approached, he turned around suddenly and the chainsaw sword in his hand drew a crescent-shaped cold light.

With a horrifying tearing sound, the greenskin who attacked by surprise was instantly cut in half, and his internal organs and blood splattered all over the ground.

Omiren's attack frequency suddenly increased, and the chainsaw sword in his hand danced so tightly that only afterimages flashed by, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.

Those greenskins who were hit by the chainsaw sword were torn into pieces before they even had time to scream.

It was not cut in half by the sharp chainsaw blade, but was torn apart by an invisible powerful force mixed with speed and strength, instantly turning into flying pieces of flesh and organs.

For a moment, the battlefield was littered with corpses, broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the place, and blood gathered into streams, flowing freely on the uneven ground.

The air was filled with a disgusting, strong smell of blood, mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder after the explosion, which made people almost vomit.

In this bloody, purgatory-like battlefield, Omiron is like a demon descending to the earth. Wherever he goes, death is shrouded. Every swing of his sword is a ruthless judgment on the greenskins.

The Domination Knight was covered in greenskin blood, looking like a demon crawling out of hell. He kicked away the half-broken body in front of him and glanced at the overturned powerbike not far away.

At this moment, the surrounding greenskins were frightened by his bloody and violent killing methods, and their offensive slowed down a little, but there were still many greenskins who bravely surrounded him at the roar of their leader.

Omiren threw the chainsword in his hand towards a group of greenskins in front.

The chainsaw sword was like a high-speed spinning deadly flying disc, instantly piercing through several greenskins, leaving a string of blood.

Taking advantage of the greenskins' panic, he rushed to the power motorcycle, grabbed the handlebars with both hands, shouted loudly, and straightened it up.

Just as he got on the motorcycle, a huge green-skinned man rushed out from the side, and the huge mace in his hand was whistling and smashed straight into Omiren's head.

Omiren dodged sideways, the mace brushed past his helmet and hit the motorcycle body, leaving a deep dent. He quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist and fired several shots at the greenskin's head.

The bullet accurately pierced the greenskin's head, and its huge body shook a few times before falling to the ground with a bang.

After finishing off the greenskin, Omiren started the motorcycle, the engine emitting a deafening roar. He drove the motorcycle through the greenskin group, and the wheels splashed blood and minced meat everywhere.

The greenskins screamed in terror and fled in all directions, but Omiren showed no intention of stopping.

The greenskins were terrified by Omiren and fled in all directions like a swarm of frightened rats.

Who would have thought that these guys who used to rely only on brute force and crude cold weapons would actually develop guns and cannons on this planet.

Omiren was chasing after him on a power motorcycle. Suddenly, a burst of dense gunfire was heard and bullets flew towards him like locusts.

Omiren's eyes flashed, and he twisted the handlebars hard, causing the powerbike to drift sideways, carving a deep gully in the sand and barely avoiding the barrage of bullets. He looked up and saw a group of greenskins ahead of him, their homemade heavy machine guns spitting flames. Some were holding modified firearms, shooting at him as they ran.

Omiren snorted coldly, pulled a grenade from the motorcycle's storage box, pulled the ring, and threw it accurately towards the heavy machine gun. With a loud "bang", the grenade exploded in the group of greenskins, instantly blowing the heavy machine gun into pieces and the surrounding greenskins into pieces.

But this did not stop the greenskins from escaping, but instead aroused their ferocity. More greenskins hid behind cover and fought back crazily with guns and cannons.

Omiren lowered his body, drove the motorcycle forward in a serpentine shape, and used the terrain to avoid bullets.

At the same time, he drew out his spear and, using the speed of the motorcycle, stabbed at the threatening greenskin.

He shuttled through the hail of bullets like a black lightning. Every time he thrust his spear, a greenskin would fall down, and the hot blood splattered on the sand, and was instantly absorbed by the hot sand.

Omiren rushed left and right in the hail of bullets, and his armor had several bullet holes on it, but it did not diminish his momentum at all.

He noticed a greenskin modified chariot heading towards the edge of the planet, with a lot of greenskins and their supplies in the truck bed.

Omiren concluded that there must be a greenskin leader in the car. He stepped on the accelerator and the power motorcycle chased after him like an arrow.

The greenskin in the back of the chariot spotted Omiren, set up a crooked cannon, and fired at him.

The shells flew in with a sharp whistling sound. Omiren tilted his motorcycle sideways, and the shells rubbed his shoulder and flew past, creating a large crater not far away. He seized the opportunity and threw his spear with all his strength. The spear penetrated a greenskin gunner and nailed him to the chariot.

Taking advantage of the greenskins' panic, Omiren accelerated and approached, jumped up, grabbed the tailgate of the chariot and climbed onto it.

The greenskins in the car panicked and shot at him with their guns.

Omiren drew his chainsaw sword, and the blade spun, instantly shredding the approaching greenskins into pieces. While fending off the greenskins' attacks, he approached the driver's seat, leaving a trail of blood with every step he took.

Chapter 265: The Powerless God, Xilego