Hyperion, but in Warhammer 40K

Courage is a hymn to humans, not to demons, even those of Khorne's lineage.

There was only one reason why they were able to gather together at this time instead of fleeing in all directions, and that was...

"Hahaha!!!"

At this moment, Fulgrim's hearty laughter rang out, attracting the attention of this group of Slaanesh demons.

If it weren't for Fulgrim, who is almost the second-in-command of the Slaanesh camp, they would have all run away.

"Hahaha, my brother is too impatient."

At this moment, Fulgrim was no longer angry, but full of smiles.

"How could the Pseudo-Emperor's power be so easily contained? Now that he can release such power, he must have suffered a huge backlash and will definitely not be able to use such power in the short term."

At this moment, Fulgrim was not afraid at all. Instead, he laughed out loud. He even cried because he laughed so happily.

As a Primarch, he naturally knew the immense power of the False Emperor. That power was unlike that of the Four Gods; it was filled with destructive and destructive power. Even a Primarch couldn't withstand it, especially now, when the barrier between cosmic reality and the Warp was so formidable.

This brother of his was too impatient. If he attacked him during the battle, he would be crippled if not dead, and might even need the Prince of Pleasure's protection.

But now he just lets it go, uses his ultimate move.

Fulgrim laughed out loud. What kind of idiot is this? His brother is really not smart.

Now that I have used all my biggest cards, there is nothing more to say. I will definitely win.

Even if Prince Pleasure wanted him, he would prove to Prince Pleasure that he was his favorite, and even if another Primarch came, he would have to move to the fourth or fifth position.

Fulgrim became even more curious about his brother whom he had yet to meet. Why did he fight with him when he had such great ambitions but little talent?

Sure enough, after hearing his words, the Slaanesh demon soldiers behind him thought about it and instantly burst out with even higher morale. Then, one after another, they rushed towards the greenskins and chicken thieves with high spirits.

Greenskins, for example, don't have souls. But the Tyranids, the thieves affiliated with them, do, and their souls are even more powerful than those of ordinary people. So when they pass by, they clean out all the thieves.

After all, the mission was assigned by Prince Joy, and the soul is their own, so they can still tell the difference.

Now more souls are waiting for them. With the leadership of the Fallen Primarch, they will harvest more fresh souls.

and so……

"For Prince Pleasure!!!"

……

"call……"

Zhou Ye knew exactly what kind of shock his attack would cause. But so what? These greenskins weren't Chaos. They couldn't provide him with much recovery, so Zhou Ye didn't have the same restraint he had against Nurgle before.

After all, if you release a large-scale AOE and send those Nurgle demons back to the warp to read the resurrection bar, then you will be the only one who suffers.

Zhou Ye wanted to quickly finish off these greenskins, show off to Fulgrim, and then take the entire space wreck into his possession to see what goodies he could extract from it.

So Zhou Ye also looked down at this time. There was a huge hole below. And below the hole, you can see the battle moon as the core.

"MD is just losing energy..."

Muttering something, Zhou Ye slowly fell down.

"Sir!!! Wait for us!!!"

But before Zhou Ye could say anything, he saw four fearless warriors including Rilano rushing over with dozens of the most elite Space Marines.

It was obvious that they had taken advantage of the explosion and the hole torn open by the Emperor Titan to catch up. Zhou Ye blinked a little embarrassedly about this.

He was a little too excited to fight, and he performed a holy boarding on the Super Gargant alone. He ignored the Waaagh's position from the inside out and blew it up.

In other words, he bullied everyone present to some extent!!!

84

Chapter 84 Chris: The Taste of Secrets.

I now pulled off a fantastic boarding jump into the body of an Ork Mega-Gargant that was comparable to the Emperor Titan.

Guess who wasn't invited? Answer: All of you.

Of course, Zhou Ye didn't ignore his Glory Guards. In fact, he still cared about them. After all, this was a matter of appearance, real appearance.

Secondly, don't underestimate the Honor Guard, such as the Ultramarines' Honor Guard. They can actually retrieve their own Primarchs, of course, at a very high price.

Look at the Blood Angels' Sanguinary Guards, all of whom died alongside Sanguinius aboard the Vengeful Spirit. They must have risked their lives to save others, only to be completely slain by Horus. As for the Iron Hands, the only Primarch to return alive, those men must have been bullied by their own ranks for a long time.

Although Zhou Ye didn't think he would fail, at most he would lose money.

But I still chose to bring them along at this time, after all, there is a big thing here.

The Orc Warboss might not even be a Warboss anymore. It could even be a Warlord, a Beast, or even an Ancient Orc. Of course, an Ancient Orc is almost impossible, but a Beast is certainly possible.

You have to know that this thing was so terrifying during the Beast War that it was able to suppress the Primarch Vulkan, although we won’t mention the Beast War.

But Zhou Ye had to be careful, because who knows if these orcs would have any stupid tricks. So he took the others with him, so that he could ensure that no one would hinder him when he fought against that thing alone.

After all, in the subsequent wars, especially after the Warp rifts opened, Angron, blessed by Khorne, could sever a planet with a single strike. As for his own Honkai energy, it was ultimately limited, and Zhou Ye could not guarantee the other party's resistance.

Don't think it's so easy to blow up Mega Gargant. If there is something strange that can weaken this part of the power. It's just like the battle between kings in the dragon clan, where every knife is cut into the flesh. Close combat is the most noble.

After all, Magnus's planet-shattering psychic energy wasn't very effective against Guilliman. He mostly used his psychic energy to move mountains and then use it as a catapult to smash Guilliman, rather than bombarding him directly.

This kind of thing should never be underestimated, even though the Great Rift has not yet opened. The evil god's support for the primarchs is far less than what it will be later.

Therefore, out of caution, Zhou Ye also needs them to help him open a space that ensures that he can fight against this group of orc bosses alone. This is also part of the plan.

"grown ups!!!"

So Zhou Ye was also suspended in mid-air at this time, waiting for them to come over. However, after getting closer, Zhou Ye found that except for Asmodai and Ruilano, everyone else was about to cry. At this time, Zhou Ye realized that he seemed to have made another big mistake.

When I designed them, I over-stuffed them, so they had all seen Sanguinius and the Emperor join the Vengeful Spirit.

"Why do I always feel that my sins have become more serious? Forget it, this must be Tzeentch's fault."

In response to this, Zhou Ye decisively put the blame on Jianqi, and then dragged a few people and slowly led them into the battle moon below.

However, the battle moon was also extremely lively at this time, and it seemed that a war was breaking out in it.

"Who's in there?"

Zhou Ye muttered as he watched the battle below. He was a little puzzled as to where someone so brave and powerful, even more powerful than himself, could have dared to charge directly into the battle moon and engage in a fierce fight.

……

At this time, the outside world...

bang bang bang! ! !

With the sound of footsteps, Asroth finally reunited with the Pioneer Star. He had discovered the presence of reinforcements, especially given their numbers. After all, Chris brought his Storm Heirs, one of the Empire's strongest mortal legions.

So the two groups also joined together at this time. After all, their enemies included not only the greenskins, but also a large number of thieves and the distant Slaanesh army. At this time, they had temporarily changed their strategy. Zhou Ye's last order before leaving was for them to establish a strong position.

So at this time, the Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors here have begun to use everything they have to build their positions. Now that new forces are coming, they are also very welcome.

Looking at these familiar paint jobs and logos, Chris finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He finally found his target, and his eyes searched quickly, hoping to find the familiar figure and that damned 010 Omega Priest, but unfortunately, he couldn't find any. Although there were many oil men here, they were obviously not his target.

Metalos on the side also breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to find his elders, but before they could speak.

Shop around.

With the sound of mechanical stirring, Asloth rushed over.

"Where's the master? Where's the others? Where's the old lion, the old stone, and the old bitch?"

At this time, Asloth came to the battlefield with a frantic look on his face, grabbed an Imperial Fist who was directing the construction and said, "Of course, he didn't do anything to Aruba this time. After all, they didn't do anything to him."

"The elders, those elders, have taken our champion and followed the Lord to join the battle on the moon. We have been ordered to build fortifications here. Until he returns, we must withstand all attacks. The position we have built now will not be broken by even the Fallen Primarch in a short time."

The Imperial Fists was momentarily bewildered by the orange-yellow Contemptor Dreadnought before him, but he eventually recognized him. He hadn't left with the group of Weepers, but had been temporarily seconded to them to look after the scene.

Why did they change the paint job at this time? Thinking of this, the Fist of the Empire revealed a hint of pity.

Well, abandoned by that adult.

"NO!!!"

Upon hearing the news, Asloth loosened his grip on the Imperial Fist and knelt down in deep sorrow, devastated that such a sacred ship hadn't even taken him with it.

Soon he shrank there in a sort of autistic way, his entire body turning into a tearful cat head.

"Elder, you are now the oldest warrior here. Until the Lord returns, please take command. We must stop the Corrupted Primarch and prevent him from affecting the Lord's battle."

"Leave it to me."

Looking at the Fist of the Empire in front of him, Aslot instantly became alert.

Yes, since that lord allowed me to stay here, it means one thing: he must have planned this far. By letting me shoulder this heavy responsibility, he truly recognizes me.

Thinking of this, Asloth happily began to command a group of people to deploy defenses. To be honest, they had an Emperor Titan and a Warlord Titan in the center of the position. With these two as the core of the defensive position, the firepower network they formed was sufficient.

"Is that the son of Rogal Dorn?"

Malakin, looking at the Imperial Fists' explosive emotional intelligence, was a little stunned. He was about to go up to comfort them, but when he turned around, he found that the Imperial Fists senior had already helped him deal with it.

This completely exceeded his stereotype of the Imperial Fists or the Sons of Rogal Dorn, but it was also for the best. Even Metalos from the Ultramarines and Seth from the Flesh Tearers had no objections, and they had also sent their entire regiment.

Now, a group of people are still digging holes rapidly under the command of the Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors, but...

"This isn't right. This is how it should be."

"This is useless. It should be like this..."

They were already used to the quarrels between the two groups. Of course, although the quarrels between the two groups were just a matter of bad breath, it did not affect the progress of the construction.

Anyway, the position was being built rapidly with the joint efforts of a group of Astartes and Astra Militarum supermen, and at this time, Aisiweier was the only one who was free.

After all, those present were not ordinary people. Even Captain America would be considered the lowest class if he were placed here. Naturally, no one would let a minister of the state religion, let alone a minister’s daughter, to fight against the dust.

So, at this moment, Aishiweier was staring blankly into the distance. At the end of her sight, she could see a bright pink-purple light. That was the army of Slaanesh, the greatest enemy of the human empire for thousands of years.

But at this moment, Aishiweier was silently crying. She could feel a strong sense of sadness and hatred. The emotion was so strong that it made her cry silently, although she had no idea why she felt this way.

"Which Primarch do you follow?"

At this moment, Chris finally found the opportunity to ask other Space Marines from the Pioneer Star, but unfortunately, for some reason they all ignored him.

This made him a little dissatisfied, and he wanted to say something, but he was stopped by Metalos, who signaled him not to ask any more questions.

"what?"

"These guys are veterans, veterans older than me."

"..."

Chris fell silent after hearing this, and then looked at the shining golden nails on Metalos' forehead.

A golden nail is one hundred years old, and this man has four. He is a veteran of more than four hundred years, or even more than four hundred years.

Even older than this person, how could it be possible...

Thinking of this, Chris felt that he had discovered the secret, but as the spokesperson of the Golden Throne, he felt that he needed to be wary of them.

Upon hearing this, Aishiweier turned her head and looked over, and then her pupils flashed with holy golden light. However, this also made her tilt her head in confusion, because she found that in her sight, these pioneering star space warriors were all grayish white.

It was as if something special was blocking her vision, or something foul had entered. This scene made her stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help rubbing her eyes. Then she looked over again, and the holy gold in her eyes disappeared. Looking at the figures of these Space Marines, she also returned to normal.

"?"

This made her a little confused, but at this moment she felt a sense of excitement. The consciousness seemed to have discovered a new world, and at this moment she was a little confused.

"An Astartes who is nearly immune to Chaos corruption..."

In a trance, a voice rang in her ears. This also made her feel extremely strange. As an Astartes who fought against Chaos, wasn't it normal for them to be immune to Chaos?

Aishiweier was puzzled by this, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she continued to pray for the Emperor and helped everyone to build a huge barrier of faith.

The belief is something very metaphysical and vague, even more vague than the psychic power in the sub-space.

After all, psychic powers follow certain rules to some extent, but faith is another matter.

"Mario, could you please reveal some information about that adult?"

Since the people on Pioneer Star ignored him, Chris went to find the Weepers. At that moment, the Captain was leading a large group of little yellow chickens, working under the command of an Imperial Fists. He also explained everything to his Chapter Master. After all, the inexplicable addition of over a hundred battle brothers and a ten-thousand-year-old elder, along with their luxurious equipment, would be wrong if he didn't explain it clearly.

So at this time Chris also took the initiative to come over and wanted to listen.

"Wait until the battle is over, if we can still survive. Come with me back to find that priest and perform a Primaris operation. This is a technology developed by the Emperor ten thousand years ago, but for various reasons it has not been promoted in time."