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The comrades around him also engaged in close combat with the enemy.

As the sound of artillery fire continued, countless airdrop pods streaked across the sky like meteors and descended rapidly towards the battlefield.

For a moment, roars and whistles intertwined. As airdrop pods landed one after another, their hatches flew open, and Astartes warriors in various types of power armor poured out like a tide.

At a glance, the number of people seemed to be more than 20,000. The deployment of such a huge Astartes force on the battlefield instantly changed the situation dramatically.

My eyes moved among the crowd, and suddenly, I saw Lord Anger Tai.

He held the Luo Scepter tightly in his hand, like a god of war descending to earth.

He locked onto a Necron and rushed forward. The moment he got close, he raised the Scepter of Luo high up and then smashed it down with all his strength.

With a dull thud, Naro's Scepter accurately struck the head of the Necromancer in front of him.

The powerful impact of the arrow caused the Necromancer's head to twist and turn at a strange angle, and even the originally hard metal shell showed tiny cracks under this blow, which shows how amazing the power of this blow is.

The surrounding Necrons seemed to be stunned by Lord Anger Tai's fierce attack and paused briefly.

But soon, they resumed their offensive posture and rushed towards Lord Angel Tai like a tide.

However, at this moment, our Word Bearers warriors also gathered around, and under the leadership of Lord Anger Tai, they started a more intense close combat with the Necrons.

In this melee, every Astartes warrior displayed powerful combat capabilities and engaged in a desperate battle with the Necrons.

Our shouts, the clash of weapons, and the enemy's roars intertwined together and echoed throughout the battlefield.

This battle has entered a white-hot stage, with the support of so many comrades and the leadership of Lord Angel Tai.

Our victory is certain.

Lord Angor Tai is like a pearl on the battlefield. Under his leadership, our Word Bearers warriors are in high spirits and launch a fierce attack on the Necrons with overwhelming force.

Every time he swung the Luo Quan Scepter in his hand, it was accompanied by a dazzling light, like the wrath of the God-Emperor. Wherever it went, the Necrons fell one after another.

I worked closely with my comrades around me and covered each other.

A comrade attracted the attention of a Necron. I seized the opportunity, rushed forward, and stabbed the Necron's joints with my chainsaw sword, which was a relatively weak point in their defense.

As the chainsaw sword spun at high speed, the Necron let out a sharp whine, its legs were instantly crushed, and it fell heavily to the ground.

I took advantage of the situation and struck it with another sword, ending its "life".

The Necrons are worthy of being the former overlords of the galaxy. They quickly adjusted their tactics and began to form a tight battle formation. With advanced weapons and tough armor, they stubbornly resisted our attack.

On the battlefield, the sounds of gunfire and beams of energy weapons intertwined into one, and comrades and Necrons continued to fall, but neither side showed any signs of retreat.

But a huge Necron warship slowly approached from the edge of the battlefield, its hull flashing with strange light, and its main guns began to charge, making a heart-pounding buzzing sound.

Obviously, they intended to use this powerful firepower to turn the tide of the battle.

"Oh no, everyone, be careful of that battleship!" I shouted loudly through the communication channel.

Just as the main gun was about to fire, a cruiser in our rear fleet responded quickly and fired a volley of torpedoes.

These torpedoes, trailing long tails of flame, rushed towards the Necron warships like meteors chasing the moon.

"Boom!" With a deafening sound, the torpedo hit the target accurately. The main gun of the Necronic battleship was instantly destroyed, and the hull was also engulfed in flames.

But it did not lose its combat effectiveness and began to move slowly towards our location. At the same time, the secondary guns on the hull continued to fire, and dense artillery fire poured towards us.

Lord Anger Tai saw this and shouted, "Word Bearers, do not be afraid! We are the warriors of the God-Emperor. For the glory of the God-Emperor, charge!"

With that, he led a team of Astartes warriors towards the damaged but still dangerous Necron warship.

I followed them without hesitation, with only one belief in my heart: no matter what the cost, these Necrons must be completely eliminated and the dignity of the God-Emperor must be defended.

On the way to the battleship, comrades kept falling under enemy fire, but no one retreated.

Like an unstoppable torrent, we advanced towards the Necron warship.

As we approached the warship, Lord Angel Tai raised the Luo Scepter high, muttering something, and a powerful energy surged out from the top of the scepter, directly blasting open the battleship's hatch.

We filed in, entering the interior of the battleship, which was filled with choking smoke, flickering electrical sparks, and Necrons everywhere.

Stepping into the battleship, the narrow passage was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and strange energy fluctuations.

Necrons came from all directions, their mechanical bodies gleaming with strange luster in the cold light, and the weapons in their hands spewed out deadly beams of light.

Lord Angor Tai took the lead, and the light flashed as he swung the scepter. Every blow hit the Necrons accurately, twisting their metal bodies.

Under his leadership, we quickly formed combat teams, supported each other back to back, and fought fiercely with the enemy.

I swung my chainsword with all my might, and the blade collided with the Necron weapon, sending sparks flying.

Unfortunately, a comrade next to him was hit. The energy beam penetrated his power armor and he fell down with a groan.

Grief and anger welled up in my heart, making my attack even faster. I cut down two Necrons that tried to approach me.

As we moved deeper into the battleship, the resistance we encountered became increasingly fierce.

A thick energy shield appeared in front, blocking the way. Behind the shield was a group of Necrons operating instruments, seemingly performing some dangerous operation.

"We can't let them succeed!" Lord Anger Tai roared.

He concentrated his mind, merging his own strength with the energy of Luo's scepter, and then slammed the scepter into the shield.

For a moment, the light became brighter, and the powerful impact energy contended with the shield, making a sharp scream.

Taking advantage of the brief fluctuation of the shield, I and several comrades seized the opportunity and rushed forward.

The moment I approached the shield, I felt as if my body was being pulled by a powerful force, and it was difficult to breathe, but the faith bestowed by the God-Emperor supported me.

We fought tooth and nail to break through the shield and engage in close combat with the Necrons behind it.

In the fierce battle, I found a Necron frantically operating a huge instrument. The flashing light on the instrument became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that it was about to cause some catastrophic consequences.

I rushed forward recklessly, cutting down the Necron with my chainsword, but the power of the instrument continued to climb.

"Everyone, find a way to stop this thing!" I shouted.

At this time, Lord Anger Tai also broke through the enemy's defense line and rushed over.

After carefully observing the instrument, he quickly took out a small device from his body, inserted it into the core part of the instrument, and began to input commands.

As Lord Anger Tai operated, the flashing light of the instrument gradually dimmed and finally stopped working.

Just as we breathed a sigh of relief, the battleship suddenly shook violently, as if it was under a fierce attack from the outside.

"Oh no! Maybe other Necrons have discovered that we are destroying the equipment and have increased their attacks on this battleship!" a comrade shouted.

"We must evacuate here as soon as possible. The warship could explode at any time!" Lord Anger Tai ordered. We quickly turned around and rushed out of the warship.

During the evacuation process, collapsed passages and falling debris kept blocking our way, but with our tenacious will and close cooperation, we finally managed to escape from the warship that was about to explode.

When we had just escaped a short distance, a deafening roar came from behind us. The Necron warship turned into pieces in a dazzling fire, and the powerful shock wave overturned the surrounding Necrons and their equipment.

On the battlefield, the remaining Necrons seemed to be affected by this huge change, their morale dropped sharply, and their formation began to loosen.

We, the Word Bearers, seize this golden opportunity.

Under the command of Lord Angel Tai, the final general attack was launched.

Inspired by the glory and faith of the God-Emperor, we descended like tigers from the mountains, destroying the remaining Necrons one by one.

This brutal battle finally ended with our victory.

"My Lord, we have once again won victory over the Necrons, those former overlords."

"No, kid, this is just a small Necron dynasty. Their Emperor, their Overlord, has long lost consciousness and is simply unable to control so many troops. That's why we won so easily." said Angel Tai.

Chapter 334 Bats Fighting Lions

On the Lion's Indomitable Truth, the Dark Angels were already busy.

They carefully swept the deck and then laid out a red carpet as a symbol of nobility.

All of this was done to welcome the Primarch to this place to receive his brothers and sisters for a visit, thereby fully demonstrating the supreme glory of the First Legion.

The Dark Angels, who had achieved great military success and outstanding achievements, wore their emblems with pride.

These badges are hung all over their chests, each carrying a glorious past.

Among them, some were awarded by the Emperor himself, symbolizing the supreme recognition; some were awarded by Malcador, full of praise for their loyalty and dedication; and some were awarded by the Primarch, recognizing their outstanding performance in the Legion.

Soon after, the Primarchs arrived.

Jonson beamed with pride as he praised his offspring to his brothers and sisters. "All Dark Angels are like knights, possessing noble virtues. The veterans of the Legion treat the new recruits with equal care and attentiveness."

These words were clearly heard by the dark angels. They straightened their backs involuntarily, their postures becoming more upright, their eyes filled with pride.

Zhuang Sen's eyes wandered to where Clarks and Aurora were standing side by side. Hui Le was lying obediently on Aurora's back. He continued, "Clarks, when you decide to manage your legion in the future, you might want to refer to the First Legion. After all, the First Legion has always been a model and template for all other legions to learn from."

On the other side, the always ambitious Guilliman was looking around in the legion.

Zhuang Sen could see through his thoughts at a glance. He must be thinking about learning some excellent systems of the First Legion and bringing them back to his own Thirteenth Legion.

"Well, thank you for your generosity, Jonson," Corax said, expressing his gratitude sincerely.

At this moment, Jonson's eyes switched back and forth between the humble and polite Corax and Guilliman who was looking around. The sharp contrast between the two made the difference between them clear at a glance, and the damage value seemed to be quietly overflowing.

"By the way, where is Koz?" Aurora suddenly asked.

After she mentioned this, everyone suddenly realized that Koz had disappeared.

"I saw him crawl into the ventilation duct before, but I don't know where he has gone now." Hui Le rested his chin lazily on Aurora's shoulder and said slowly.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions instantly changed.

Zhuangsen frowned slightly, while Clarks showed a helpless expression, as if he was no longer surprised by Koz's eccentric style of behavior.

Guilliman stopped looking around and looked towards the ventilation duct with interest, as if he was guessing the intention behind Curze's action.

"Don't worry about him, let's go have some barbecue first. After all, he is a Primarch, and I don't believe a Primarch would be trapped in a ventilation duct." Aurora suggested with a hint of casualness in her tone.

"Well, that's a good suggestion indeed." Guilliman said as he walked over to express his agreement.

He knew that Koz had a unique style of doing things, and if he went to find him, he might get into trouble.

Corax looked around without saying anything, as if he was weighing something.

"Okay, but there are countless medals hanging on the racks on both sides of the deck. I'll introduce them to you on the way to the barbecue." Zhuang Sen said with a smile, and at the same time winked at the dark angel who was standing nearby.

Those well-trained Dark Angels immediately understood what he meant and took quick action, tracking in the direction where Koz disappeared.

So, led by Zhuang Sen, the group walked along the passage covered with medals.

As he walked, Zhuang Sen picked up the medals on the shelf and told the stories behind each medal in detail. The scenes of bloody battles seemed to appear before everyone's eyes.

In places invisible to everyone, the Dark Angels who were searching for Curze's whereabouts were scattered in every corner of the battleship. They carefully searched every part of the ventilation duct, trying to find any trace of the Primarch.

As Zhuang Sen narrated, everyone slowly moved forward along the passage.

The medals on the shelves on both sides gleamed with a unique metallic luster under the light, and each one carried the glorious achievements and glory of the Dark Angels.

Zhuang Sen picked up a medal. It had a simple shape, with delicate patterns carved on the edges. The lion said solemnly, "This medal was awarded during a crucial battle against the alien invasion. At that time, the Dark Angels faced an enemy several times their number. The situation was extremely dire, but they did not flinch. With their superior tactics, powerful strength, and tenacious will, they successfully repelled the aliens and protected the empire's borders."

Everyone listened attentively, marveling at the heroic deeds of the Dark Angels.

Aurora nodded slightly, admiration in her eyes. "As expected of the First Legion, they are so brave and fearless in every battle."

Guilliman narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about how to integrate these fighting spirits into his Thirteenth Legion.

Then it was immediately rejected.

Corax remained silent, but from his focused eyes it was clear that he was also deeply fascinated by these stories.

Just as everyone was immersed in the story of the medal, a dark angel hurried over and whispered something in Jonson's ear.

Zhuang Sen's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He turned to everyone and said, "Please wait a moment, everyone. I'm going to take care of something." After that, he quickly followed the dark angel and left.

Aurora watched Zhuang Sen's departing figure, a trace of doubt welling up in her heart: "What happened? Is there something wrong with Coze?"

Guilliman frowned and speculated, "Perhaps Curze caused some trouble in the ventilation duct, otherwise Jonson would not have left in such a hurry."

Corax shook his head slightly and said softly, "Don't speculate yet. Wait until Jonson comes back."

When Zhuang Sen hurried to where Curze was, the scene before him made him frown.

I saw that the black armor that Koz was wearing was covered with dust, and he looked very disheveled.

And right at Koz's feet, several knocked-out Dark Angels were lying in a mess.

"Oh, my lion brother, you are here at last." Curze turned his pale face to Zhuangsen with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"It seems that you are really a barbarian. Didn't the people on your home planet teach you how to be polite?" Zhuang Sen was so angry that his hand unconsciously reached for his sword, his tone full of anger and rebuke.

"No." Koz answered very straightforwardly and honestly, not feeling that there was anything wrong with his behavior.