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As the rune was completed, a stream of spiritual energy rushed straight towards Aurora's fighter plane like a cannonball.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the fighter plane lost its balance instantly, the fuselage shook violently, and thick smoke billowed out.

In the end, the fighter plane plunged to the ground like a kite with a broken string, crashing with a loud bang and stirring up a cloud of dust.

On the battlefield, the other Primarchs were still attacking with all their might.

Jonson and Leman Russ were not distracted by Aurora's crash.

Jonson led the Astartes warriors, forming a tight battle formation and advancing steadily. Wherever they went, the Randan Guards and Randan warriors fell one after another; Leman Russ led his Wolf Guards, like a group of fearless berserkers, charging through the enemy group, their claws and fangs becoming the enemy's nightmare.

In the distance, Hui Le, surrounded by a group of thunderbirds, continuously released powerful thunder power.

Thick bolts of lightning fell from the sky, striking the Lord of Ran Dan and his troops with precision, creating huge craters and instantly turning the surrounding enemies into ashes.

But the wound in the soul still hurts.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the wreckage of the crashed fighter plane was emitting thick, pungent smoke.

The war commander exerted force suddenly, and his elbow hit the door of the fighter plane heavily like a cannonball.

"Bang! Bang!" With two loud noises, the metal hatch was twisted and deformed under the powerful impact, and was finally elbowed open.

Aurora stood up, her figure tall and straight, her figure looming in the smoke and dust, like the arrival of the god of war.

The Warmaster stretched out his hand to grasp the giant sword. As he moved, the air around him seemed to be ignited, making a sizzling sound.

With the giant sword in hand, Aurora's spiritual energy instantly burst out. It was a hot and powerful spiritual energy that enveloped her, making her look like a red-gold sun, so dazzling that people dared not look directly at her.

Aurora brandished the sword of rights and responsibilities in her hand, and every swing was accompanied by tremendous force.

The sword blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if announcing the coming of death to the enemy.

Her attack angles are tricky and varied, making it difficult to defend against.

Sometimes he would leap high up, slashing from top to bottom with the force of thunder. Wherever the sword reached, a deep gully was carved on the ground. The Randan warriors had no time to dodge and were instantly cut in two by the powerful force. Sometimes he would attack from the side, and the sword was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, accurately stabbing the enemy's vital points. In front of this sharp sword, the armor of the Randan warriors was as fragile as thin paper and was easily penetrated.

Each blow of the Warmaster could cut down a large number of Randan warriors.

Under her attack, the Randan warriors fell one after another like wheat waves swept by the wind.

Some were chopped in half, blood splattering everywhere; some were knocked several meters away, fell heavily to the ground, and were no longer moving.

Aurora, on the other hand, was like a ghost, moving among the Randan warriors as if she were in her own land. She swung the sword in her hand constantly, and every attack was accompanied by the enemy's screams and splattering blood.

The war commander stared at the direction of the Lord of Randan and approached it step by step.

Leman Russ brandished his claws and the Spear of Dionysus while gazing intently at Aurora and Jonson not far away. He was filled with shock and couldn't help but blurt out, "How come those guys are so powerful?"

At this moment, he was wearing heavy power armor inlaid with wolf fangs and runes, and every scratch recorded a thrilling battle.

The wolf king was agile and quick in movement, like a ferocious beast among the enemy. Wherever he went, Randan soldiers fell down one after another.

Beside him, thousands of Space Wolves gathered closely together.

The wild wolves roared in unison, and the sound was like thunder, echoing on the battlefield.

He raised the weapons of the Wing Bell Seal in his hand, the chainsaw sword hummed, the grenade launcher flashed with cold light, and each weapon was soaked in the blood of the enemy.

These Space Wolves are at their most glorious moment.

Their eyes burned with the fire of desire, the thirst for loyalty, the desire to fight for the Primarch.

The Lord of Randan fixed his malicious gaze on the group of brave and fearless Space Wolves.

It let out a low roar, and the spiritual energy surging around it became stronger and stronger, making the originally dark sky look even more eerie.

Waving its huge tentacles, the psychic energy condensed into a black wave like a substance, rushing towards the Space Wolves.

Smash everything on the road, and wrap the soul in it.

Leman Russ activated the power of the runes on his body.

Thousands of Space Wolves around him also responded, performing the same movements in unison, and the runes on their bodies flashed with dazzling light.

When the Lord of Randan's psychic attack came, the light of the runes instantly gathered into a solid shield, protecting the Space Wolves tightly.

Black waves crashed against the shield.

Both sides erupted with powerful energy fluctuations and intense light.

Finally resisted the attack.

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Chapter 217: The Warp's Dishonest Personnel: The Emperor Has Deceived the Gods Again

The Lord of Mankind's ship resembles a towering golden fortress, exuding a cold and majestic aura amidst the vast galaxy. This ship carries his three illustrious sons:

荷鲁斯

Fulgrim

Chagatai Khan

They had been staying near the planet Moro for several days.

The sky of Moro is often shrouded in thick haze, the land is filled with an unknown and dangerous atmosphere, and the shadow of heresy is quietly spreading over every inch of land.

"The emperor's actions are unpredictable." Chagatai Khan muttered to himself while playing with the extremely sharp scimitar in his hand.

There was a hint of impatience in his eyes. Chogoris's eagle was already extremely fed up with being trapped on the Emperor's Dream with nothing to do.

I feel like an eagle with its wings bound, without freedom.

Moreover, deep in his heart, he felt that the Emperor seemed to be using them as bait to lure out the enemies hiding in the darkness.

"But didn't you also respond to his call? My brave Chogoris Eagle." Fulgrim's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an expression that was both fancy and meaningful. His eyes were fixed on the scimitar that Chagatai was wiping in his hand. The scimitar flashed a cold light in the dim light, as if ready to drink blood at any time.

The double-headed eagle on Fulgrim's chest was polished to a shine, reflecting a dazzling light in the dim light, symbolizing his supreme glory and dignity.

"Although Father's summons sometimes sounded so absurd, asking the Primarch alone to go to his flagship, we did it in the end."

Chagatai Khan was silent for a moment, lost in thought, and his movements also stopped.

He had to admit that Fulgrim was right. Whether the Emperor's words were requests or orders,

That powerful charm and incomparable strength make it impossible for anyone to resist or refuse.

"Oh, by the way, where is Horus?" Fulgrim, the Phoenix from Chemos, looked around.

There was a hint of confusion and curiosity in his eyes. In the atmosphere of this brotherly meeting, Horus's absence seemed a little abrupt.

"He is enjoying a rare parent-child time with the emperor." Chagatai Khan's words were full of undisguised dissatisfaction. He quickly and decisively inserted the scimitar into the scabbard, making a dull sound, venting his inner emotions.

He frowned slightly, his expression as cold as ice.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Fulgrim raised his eyebrows, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. It was obvious that he did not completely believe what Chagatai Khan said.

In his opinion, it is difficult to easily agree with such things without seeing them with one's own eyes.

"No." Chagatai Khan replied briefly, then continued with a heavier tone and a hint of indignation,

"But haven't you noticed these days? The Emperor and Horus are always inseparable, a pair, aren't they?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Chogoris's eagle voice. The dissatisfaction with the Emperor that had accumulated over these days burst out at this moment like a flood breaking through a dam.

Fulgrim nodded slightly, agreeing with what Chagatai Khan said.

A strong sense of longing welled up in his heart. He missed Ferrus, his silent but reliable brother, and even more so, the brave and fearless descendants of the court swordsmen under his command.

Each of them was so outstanding, fighting bravely on the battlefield for the glory of the empire. The years of fighting they had experienced together now surged through his mind like a tide.

Just as he was immersed in his memories, the hatch slowly opened with a hiss, and the crisp sound instantly interrupted Fulgrim's thoughts.

The Primarch came to his senses and looked up, seeing the Emperor and Horus walking in side by side.

As he expected, Horus's gaze always followed the Emperor, his eyes full of respect and admiration, and his steps unconsciously lagged behind the Emperor's, as if the Emperor was the only guide in his life, the one he was willing to follow wholeheartedly.

The Human Lord, whose body constantly radiated golden light, spoke: "I will order your legions to go to Randan to support Zhuang Sen and his men. And I will personally lead you to Randan first."

Even Jaghatai Khan, the proud eagle from Chogoris, and Fulgrim, the phoenix from Chemos who exuded a noble aura, felt a hint of strange emotions in their hearts when they heard the Emperor giving orders directly to their legions, but they did not raise any objections.

After the emperor gave the order to go to Randan, he turned and left.

Horus subconsciously wanted to follow, but just as he took a step, the Emperor gently raised his hand to stop him.

Horus stood there in a daze, a trace of loss and confusion flashing in his eyes. He looked at the Emperor's back getting farther and farther away, and could only stop helplessly.

The Lord of Mankind came alone to the deck of the Emperor's Dream.

This is where he often comes. The open deck allows him to think more broadly and allows him to gaze out at the vast universe.

His eyes fell on the double-headed eagle fixed on the Fantasy Dream. The two Ever-Changing Demon Lords were forcibly pieced together and painted into a golden double-headed eagle.

The Emperor stared at it quietly, his eyes deep, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.

After a long moment, the Emperor raised his head slightly, spoke softly, and activated the communication device: "How are your preparations going? The flame is already in hand."

The Lord of Mankind's voice echoed softly on the silent deck.

A confident voice came from the other end of the line: "The Star God shield has been constructed. Psionic energy, spells, and the laws of physics are all under my control. I still don't believe I can't win."

The Emperor frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he warned in a concerned tone: "Be careful, I will be there soon."

"Yeah." After the other party responded briefly, the call was hung up.

The Emperor's Dream's engines began to roar, and the surging energy surged, breaking the silence of the starry sky.

The Lord of Mankind once again used his extraordinary wisdom and power to play the game from the palms of the gods.

Relying on his excellent eloquence, he was able to maneuver and make strategic moves, and with the powerful force in his hands, he was even willing to use the Primarchs as bait, just like Prometheus in the myth, and fearlessly stole the crucial "flame".

The Emperor's Dream is heading towards the northwest of the galaxy, where a great war that will determine the future of mankind is about to begin.

There, the battlefield of Randan was filled with smoke and the flames of war were blazing.

In that land baptized by war, countless lives are struggling and countless heroes are fighting.

With the weight of life, we have built the foundation stone for great undertakings, allowing future generations to stand on the shoulders of giants, look to a more vast and boundless future, and continue and open up the great journey that carries countless hopes.

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Chapter 218 The Emperor is on his way to support: Only humans are worthy of this galaxy

The sword in Aurora's hand was slender and flashed with a cold light, as if it condensed the killing power of the entire universe.

At this moment, her armored arms were raised high, her muscles tensed, every line containing endless power, and then she swung down suddenly.

The sword blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, like a cold-blooded killing machine, just like a sharp sickle cutting through full ears of wheat. The enemies in front of him fell down in groups, and blood gushed out from their necks, chests and abdomens like fountains.

On the sand, blood quickly gathered into shocking pools.

The Primarch of humanity, steadily advancing.

Each of her steps was steady and confident, and the ground beneath her feet trembled slightly with her footsteps.

Wherever she went, the bodies of the Randan warriors were shattered by her sword, and their limbs and arms were scattered everywhere.

Their bones were crushed into powder by the powerful impact and blown away by the wind, leaving only a devastated battlefield as a testimony to her great martial arts skills.

She came before the Alien Monarch.

The spiritual energy around the Primarch was like a living thing, constantly rolling and surging, emitting a dazzling red-gold light, like a burning sun, releasing endless heat and energy.

This powerful spiritual energy, even at a distance of dozens of meters, made the Lord of Randan's thick and twisted tentacles feel a sharp pain like a burning fire, and the tentacles unconsciously curled up and trembled.

"Every skull I cut off represents the destruction of my enemies, the cornerstone of my efforts to carve out a future for humanity. Every drop of blood I shed merges into the long river of human glory, becoming a symbol of our indomitable spirit. Every inch of territory I conquer will be covered with the flag of humanity, becoming the foundation of the prosperity of the Empire and Terra."

Aurora's voice seemed to be declaring, "All of this belongs only to humans. Any other existence that dares to interfere will be ruthlessly crushed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Primarch locked onto the Randan Imperial Guards in front of him.

The Randan Imperial Guards were all clad in heavy black armor, engraved with mysterious and strange runes, flashing with a faint blue light.

They held long spears with extremely sharp tips that flashed coldly in the sunlight.

Their eyes were cold and determined, revealing their absolute loyalty to the Lord of Randan.

However, in front of Aurora, they were as fragile as a piece of thin paper.

Aurora rushed into the Imperial Guards' camp in an instant like a flash of red-gold lightning.

Her sword danced rapidly among the imperial guards, and the flashing sword shadows were dazzling.

Every swing was accompanied by a dull thud and a shower of blood. The bodies of the imperial guards were easily torn apart by her sword, turning into pieces of broken limbs and pools of thick, stained blood.

"You have angered me, Primarch of humanity." The Lord of Randan roared angrily, his voice filled with endless resentment and murderous intent.