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These ancient relics from the Great Crusade also exerted firepower far beyond that of cast iron missiles. Phosphate missiles were another terrifying weapon that the Empire had lost the ability to manufacture. The "phosphorus" in phosphate weapons could burn without oxygen and almost any fuel source. It could also burn underwater and could burn through hard rock, ceramsite steel and even adamantium.

Of course, this also includes demons. When the green clouds expanded exponentially and ignited all the Tzeentchian demon army that the clouds passed through and spewed out endless flames, the demons who finally tasted the flames collapsed in this creepy fear, but the green clouds would not stop, and when the entire Tzeentchian demon army was swallowed up, the Astartes had to retreat.

Then the Lord of Change appeared in front of them again, cursing loudly - even he was forced to run to the only safe place.

"*Unintelligible subspace swear word*" If it hadn't been for another preset teleportation, it would have been killed by an inexplicable weapon again.

Now they had no choice but to engage in sacred melee combat. Even in this desperate situation, the Lord of Change still did not give up. After predicting the Astartes' melee speed, the raging psychic flames were like a ring of resistance fire, which happened to turn the four Astartes who rushed too far forward into torches and threw them away, and the others were forced to stop.

Can this defense with no blind spots really be broken?

Absolutely! You can easily open your teeth!

It made a mistake. The Leviathan Dreadnoughts were not short-legged. Although they were a little slower, they were the closest to the Lord of Change from the beginning. Just as the Great Demon of Tzeentch took this opportunity to prepare for the next great sorcery, the airtight psychic flames were torn apart by an iron fist!

Most of the great sorcery that the Lord of Change had prepared was forced to cease, and the hastily applied shield, along with its previous means of protection, became as thin as a piece of paper under the indestructible siege drill.

The siege drill, which was still burning with supernatural flames, tore through all his defenses and tore open large pieces of flesh and blood. Before he could even cry out in pain, the molten metal inside the siege drill pierced through his huge body and one of his wings.

The intense pain and the humiliated anger pushed its strength to the limit, and the powerful psychic energy turned into a howling storm that blew away the surrounding Dreadnoughts, Astartes, rubble, and flames. Then, after its anger calmed down, it regretted it - if it was a little slower, the Dreadnought would be engulfed by its Tzeentch fire, but it returned evil with kindness and saved a life.

The fear of death and shame had completely swallowed it up. It wanted to escape, but it made the biggest mistake. It should have flapped its wings and soared thousands of miles, but it stopped at a low altitude. The wings of the Changeable Demon Lord were not completely for show. It could fly with its wings pierced, but it could only fly a little because it had no spell cast before.

It was seven or eight meters above the ground, neither up nor down. But the Astartes did not hesitate. The next moment, densely packed heavy bombs, plasma, ion, storm cannon arrays and whirlwind hot melt spear arrays made it a living target in the air and gave it a good beating. How miserable was it?

Penetrate the wood? Light from the sky breaks through the clouds! Its shield and body had no resistance at all. It was almost turned into a pool of rotten meat by a round of saturation attacks in the air, and then drew a beautiful parabola to contaminate a large area of ​​floor tiles.

Finally, those who walk too slowly will be sentenced to death by the Terminator and the Grand Marshal armed with the Holy Promethium flamethrower.

"No, not here..." The Demon Lord of Change was like a gentle blue-haired wife who was already unable to resist after being touched by the white-haired strong man. He collapsed into a puddle just by seeing the giant sword, but still had to beg humiliatingly because today was not a safe period, and at least not in the men's restroom.

It’s a pity that just like the final development in the book, it is impossible for Astartes to show mercy to or even obey a changeable demon lord.

The Grand Marshal's sword cut off the head of the evil creature, and the flames of the Holy Promethium engulfed everything. "Is this your last words?"

Not far away, Salmin lowered his spear. He had been watching here since he destroyed the cruiser. But he did not take action, even though it would be easy for him to crush the T-bird. But as long as the Astartes could handle it, he would not move - the honor of the Astartes could not be tarnished.

"It's finally over," he muttered.

Is it really over?

When the red wind blew out of nowhere, everyone realized that something had happened that they were not aware of. But, wasn't the ceremony over? There were only eight of the nine warships left. Wait, eight?

Chapter 72: The Army of Khorne

As we all know, with the continuous updates of GW, the status of the Four Gods has been declining. From the initial single universe level, they have been reduced to the galaxy level, and even their ability to interfere with the physical universe is very limited. Even the Eye of Terror was torn apart by the Ancients, and the birth of Slaanesh only broke the seal imposed by the Necrons.

There are only two ways for the power of the Warp gods to extend to the physical universe. The first is to conventionally travel through the "wounds that run through the real universe and the Warp", such as the Eye of Terror and the Great Vortex, which are relics of the War in Heaven. The 13 Dark Crusades all came about this way.

The second is to use rituals to increase the local subspace energy concentration and weaken the reality veil. After a hole is broken, the power of the four gods will pour into the real universe. Therefore, ritual studies have become an indispensable part of the Warhammer universe.

Among the four unique Chaos Gods, Blood God Khorne is the most unique one. If we only consider the difficulty of setting up, the ritual directed to Tzeentch must be the most difficult one. Only a ritual without any mistakes and with some new ideas can please the Lord of Change. In short, Ni follows his heart and does not go beyond the rules.

The ritual of the Dark Prince Slaanesh requires perfection, while the ritual of the Kind Father Nurgle focuses on sincerity. As long as your cry for help can be heard by the Kind Father, he will take the initiative to help you complete the ritual even if there are no conditions. The ritual directed to Khorne is the simplest and most difficult.

The basic requirements for Khorne's rituals are also very low, just like the kind father Nurgle, you just need to pass. Simply put, as long as the ritual contains the number eight, there is a chance to summon his power. This is why many times when Tzeentch's rituals are interrupted, nine becomes eight and then they just throw K - Tzeentch's rituals are too rigorous, even if part of it is destroyed, its remaining effectiveness is still enough for Khorne to feel that it has passed.

The difficulty is that, unlike Nurgle, who always grants you what you ask for, if you want the Kobold sitting on the Brass Throne to look at you, you need to please Him first. In human terms, you have to chop off heads first, and chop until Khorne is happy. Generally speaking, if it is a mortal, it is enough to kill eight Space Marines in melee combat. For Astartes, you have to kill the Daemon.

And now all the conditions were met. The wonderful ritual set by the Lord of Change bound its soul tightly, and in the harsh laughter of the Supreme Crystal Labyrinth, the bird met its end in a ridiculous way - a blue light passed through countless duel arenas and hell furnaces, and finally fell into a giant hand as majestic as the sky.

Even in the physical universe, everyone present heard creepy laughter and chewing sounds in the red wind - the two Chaos Powers cast their eyes on a corner of the galaxy. Of course, except for Salmin, the noble untouchables could not hear these strange sounds.

A deafening roar sounded, shaking reality. The flames of the Holy Promethium flamethrower and the black flames spewing from the corpse of the Everchanging Demon Lord entangled with each other. The two flames merged, twisted, and grew.

The roaring flames screamed and laughed, and finally turned into a dark purple demon fire that emitted an eerie red light and the stench of blood. Flowing along the etched runes on the ground, the entire square glowed in obsidian and crimson flames, and the light of the runes now trembled like a living thing - screaming at the nightmare that broke into the real world.

The Astartes screamed in pain, and the Grand Marshal also felt the mental pain. The boundary between the Warp and the real world has been broken. After eating the sacrificed T-bird, the Blood God Khorne glanced at everyone present. Fortunately, He did not see the candidate for the ascended demon that He liked.

Chaos has invaded Armageddon.

Countless warp cracks extended from the ritual square to the outside of the wall. No one could stop the might of the Blood God, and even the gaze of the Blood God was barely resisted by the will of the Astartes. More than half of the hundreds of Furies that failed to evacuate in time when the ritual was completed had already fallen from the sky.

What was even worse was that something was roaring in anger, and its roar echoed in the sky above the ritual square. The roar was accompanied by the clicks and hisses of machinery. Then there were crashes, explosions, and completely alienated screams—the fallen were corrupted by the evil power of chaos and merged into eighty-eight hell dragons.

Under the might of the Blood God, the only mortals on the field who surrendered to Him received generous blessings far beyond their worth. After several mortals were grouped together and each fused with a powerful demon, they were given the honor that only Chaos Astartes could have under the might of the God of Forge - they were transformed into an unrivaled Hell Dragon!

These powerful war machines, the terrifying demon engines, spread their brass dragon wings the moment they took shape, swooping down with a roar of sulfur and blood! They were too fast, and the Astartes, who were still affected by the sight, lost dozens of battle brothers in a single encounter. Only six hell dragons remained on the ground forever.

The ritual was not over yet. In the final darkness before dawn, some sickening, pulsating lights slowly emerged from the night. The rift in the warp was filled with the colors of sorrow, the shadow of revenge, and even the veins of fate. The Astartes also took this opportunity to retreat under the cover of the remaining air force.

At last the clangs of terrible war merged into a single, eerie howl that echoed! It was powerful enough to shatter every window, crack every bunker wall, and send rapidly widening rifts in the Warp through the planet's surface. From these great rifts overflowed sulphurous fumes and hellish forge light.

Then came the seemingly endless stream of Khorne's daemons, rising from the Hell below. Drawn by the war and bloodshed that had utterly engulfed the hive, they would now reap a great bonanza for their angry god!

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God. Skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!"

Eight cracks were hanging naked in the sky, tens of thousands of vampires gushed out, and the vampires riding on flesh hounds were the fastest. They were the vanguard of Khorne, and although their numbers were like those of miscellaneous soldiers, in fact, as genuine Khorne demons, each of them could match the passing Astartes.

Behind them came tens of thousands of Flesh Hounds, the demonic beasts of Khorne. Flesh Hounds had scaled skin strong enough to block flashlights, and huge claws and teeth that could damage power armor. They were also bigger and faster than horses, and would be a massacre for most mortal troops.

At the end of the Khorne army, heavy and slow demon engines rolled through the streets. Skull cannons, blood reapers, blood butchers seemed endless, and even brass scorpions that could match the knights appeared at once, eighty-eight of them. This also indicated that the last crack that had not moved until now would be occupied by an extremely powerful bloodthirsty demon!

When the blood mist that spread over the entire ceremony square turned into a circle of impact cloud amid the roar, soaking several blocks, a majestic being tore open a crack and descended here - its huge black wings covered the sky, its horns seemed to be able to tear the sky apart, and it held an axe whip in its hand and roared to the sky to announce its arrival.

Thalmin, who had already sneaked over quietly, recognized the iconic appearance of this Great Daemon, the Chief Daemon of Khorne - Angrath the Unbound!

Chapter 73: Come and cheat, come and attack by surprise!

Khorne's chief daemon - Angrath the Unbound, also known as the Guardian of the Skull Throne, the most favored of Khorne, the Lord of the Bloodthirsters and the Messenger of Death. He is the most powerful being among the bloodthirsters and the most favored servant of Khorne, a position that was previously held by Skarbrand.

He is the embodiment of the Blood God's furious will. Only the Order of the Hammer and the elite of the Grey Knights dare to whisper his name, for he is so powerful that only those who hold his true name can face him. He has only one record of expulsion - 830, M41, Vraks.

Summoned to the physical universe during the climax of the Battle of Vraks, he was defeated by a force of Grey Knights led by Lord Inquisitor Hector Rex - they used their True Name to subdue Angras before slaying him with the sword Arias (and banishing him back to the Warp).

Without a real name, this is no longer something the Astartes can fight. (And then he was killed instantly by Calgar's punch, huh? Your father had to break the black sword to kill Skarbrand, you... How about this, you become the Primarch and Guilliman becomes your captain of the guard.)

As soon as Angras landed, he set his sights on the Imperial Navy and the Dreadnoughts that were fighting the Hell Dragon. He ignored the Imperial Navy, because although he could fly, fighting with a group of fighters was just asking for trouble. The Dreadnoughts on the ground could show off their bravery.

"What a great appetizer!" The terrifying demon showed a bloodthirsty grin. The endless blood battles in the warp space were good, but the single enemy made him bored. Now, there were new dishes for him to enjoy. He had promised the great blood god to offer the skulls and blood of the entire planet!

He could feel the endless battles, the endless blood, the endless anger that lingered in the whole world! He would end these wars in the name of the Blood God. Human? Greenskin? It doesn't matter, both of us have the same teeth...

Angras slammed forward, his wings flapping to open up layers of storms, and in less than a second he accelerated across a thousand meters. The Leviathan Storm Cannon Array, Whirlwind Melta Spear Array, Gravity Vector Bomb Launcher, and Phosphate Missiles on the Dreadnought all missed at this outrageous speed.

Salmin, who had been quietly approaching with the warp-invisibility aura that had been hanging on before, was also startled. He couldn't touch the normal super-Mach 4 melee super-magic head-on battle. If he wanted to kill Angras without hurting his friendly forces, he had to play some shady tricks - he continued to lurk.

Prepare soldiers and train horses, waiting for the opportunity to fight; avoid the enemy's sharp edge and be patient for the time being.

On the ruins, Angras truly demonstrated the battlefield dominance that a chief demon of Khorne should have - the endless bloody battles of Armageddon provided him with sufficient warp energy, the ceremony arranged by the Great Demon Tzeentch himself was perfect, and the watchful eye of the Blood God Khorne gave him glory. He is now more powerful than ever before!

The long whip arrived first. The whip has always been the fastest weapon. In the hands of a mortal, it only left a shadow, let alone Angrath the Unbound, the chief daemon of Khorne? The thunderous blow was powerful and heavy, like a spiked iron pillar sweeping across, and the three dreadnoughts in the front were instantly shattered along with their shields and armor.

Yes, they were smashed directly instead of being cut in half. In an instant, the three dreadnoughts turned into fragments and blood mist like an anti-infantry bomb that had exploded. It wasn't over yet. Then came the axe!

The axe, as the most brutal cold weapon in melee combat, has always been favored by Khorne. Most of the heroes and even the small fish of the K family use the axe as their main melee weapon, and Angras is the best in the entire K family when using the axe.

The axe itself was a chopping weapon, and it was just right for chopping the Dreadnought that was only as tall as his thigh. He didn't even swing it in a circle. The huge battle axe split the siege drill of a Dreadnought in half, and then cut it in half from the left shoulder to the right kidney without any hindrance. Finally, it picked up his comrade on the right, and the upper body of another Dreadnought was split in half from the middle.

Angras seemed dissatisfied. He pulled out his battle axe with a sly smile. The axe handle just smashed the shield of the last Dreadnought and made a hole in the chest. At this time, the second second had not passed. He threw away his weapon and inserted his claws into the cracks in the Dreadnought's chest armor, ignoring the scars on his body that were gouged by the Leviathan Storm Cannon Array and the Whirlwind Melta Spear Array.

With a roar of joy, he tore the entire Leviathan apart with his bare hands. He bathed in the blood rain, holding half of the body in each hand and roaring to the sky to swear his coming! Even Khorne smiled a little, he believed that his most beloved servant would dedicate the whole world to him.

Salmin also laughed. The time has come. Let's start the war today! I killed a few Martian soldiers I spawned in the void. Look how happy you are. You even threw away your weapons. Do you really think there is no one left? You are so unprepared. Let me teach you a lesson.

This is really not Angras' fault. In addition to the basic effect of magic immunity, the Untouchables have two aura effects. One is to weaken and damage Warp entities, and at the same time this effect can interfere with the use of nearby psychic powers; the other is absolute invisibility in the Warp. How powerful is it?

In the Siege of Terra, the Sister of Silence's command was like this. She tried to assassinate Khorne's Chosen, who was killing people everywhere. Khorne didn't notice it, but he killed her in the process. The most outrageous thing was that after killing her, Khorne didn't even realize that he had killed someone. He only realized something was wrong when the counter jumped one more.

If it wasn't for good luck, he would have almost died. But even Kahn, who was blessed by the evil power of the warp, couldn't see it, and what about Angras, who was a genuine creature of the warp? It can only be said that Salmin had no self-awareness of a strong man. His subordinates, who didn't want money, directly sold their guard and then launched a sneak attack.

But sneak attacks are really useful! Especially when the strength of both sides is not much different. In a flash, just when Angras was halfway through his roar and Khorne just laughed, Thalmin, who was sneaking behind him, attacked!

Eight daggers more than half a meter long flashed with decomposition points, and with an immeasurable force, they accurately pierced all the joints of Angras' body. The other two knocked the big demon weapons stuck in the ground away for thousands of meters.

Almost at the same time, before Angras woke up from the joy of victory, his golden spear forcibly cut off his head with a sharp cutting sound, followed by the wings, tail, left hand, right hand, left leg, right leg, and finally the sturdy demon body was divided into six sections in the air, and the spine was pulled out by Salmin with precise bare hands.

In a thousandth of a second, Angrath the Unbound, the chief Daemon of Khorne, was transformed into thirteen "Heroic Fragments" Angrath and Thalmin's personal trophy, the Spine Sword of the Chief Daemon of Khorne.

Unfortunately, this wonderful reversal not only stunned the Grand Marshal and others who were determined to die not far away, but also had a slight impact on someone who was happy.

Chapter 74: Kill the General, Seize the Flag, and Defeat the Army

Khorne, is angry!

Fuck, where did this guy come from? Sneak attack is one of the most despicable acts of Khorne. But this is not enough to anger Him. What really makes Him angry is that He didn't even find this guy lurking behind Angras at the beginning.

He can tolerate the death of Angras, but cannot accept his own mistakes! Especially this disgusting laugh echoing in the High Heaven. I am glad that you can kill Angras Khorne in close combat, but you embarrassed me in front of Tzeentch, and I don't like it.

As the god of anger, it is difficult for Khorne to be happy again when he is unhappy. But he has a trick, he can make you even more unhappy, dialectically speaking, rounding off means he is happy.

The Blood God's roar seemed to shake the entire High Heaven. In His rage, 8888 Khorne demon armies, led by Skarbrand, charged towards the Crystal Labyrinth, and a new round of the Great Game kicked off dramatically. Although it was agreed that everyone would stop fighting at the end of the st millennium and give that old bacon a big beating, but Khorne is unhappy and still cares about this?

I live to kill, kill, and kill. Why should there be so many rules for killing a person? What fucking verbal agreement? I will start a war. Stop the nm war. I will jump off the brass skull seat and do a 360-degree Thomas spin to kill them all. Kill Slaanesh, Tzeentch, and Nurgle. I will kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

When the giant axe that covered the sky and the sun split the door of the crystal maze under the power of the blood god, the eternal war started again. Every second, tens of thousands of demons died in the bloody battle, and tens of thousands of demons joined this endless war. If nothing unexpected happens, the number of appearances of the demon army of Tzeentch and Khorne will be greatly reduced within a thousand years.

This is not the end. Even though the ritual has been closed, it is well known that Khorne cannot afford to play with it. Although the reality curtain has closed after the ritual, there are still a large number of Khorne demons in the area. As long as he takes action personally, he can do many things, such as forcibly kicking a fierce general back to the real universe.

In the midst of the mess, Salmin threw the spine in his hand, which still contained the blood of the devil and the spine of an unknown organization, to the Grand Marshal. He really didn't want to take it. He lifted his white robe with his right hand, hid his left hand behind his back and shook off the filth. "I saw how happy the Marshal was, and I thought he should be like this."

"Black Templar, thank you for your assistance. From now on, I will fight for our honor." Starting with the Grand Marshal, all the Astartes bowed their heads in tribute to him. This was not the first time that the Grand Marshal thanked him, but this time was different. The Grand Marshal not only accepted a debt of honor but also recognized his identity as the Primarch.

This meant that from now on, before Dorn returned, the orders of the Primarch, the Black Templars, would be carefully considered and executed. In other words, his Astartes fleet had hope.

After killing Angras, it was only a matter of time before the Khorne Army was defeated. The most correct thing to do at this time should be to evacuate the hive. Why sacrifice in vain? Anyway, the Khorne Army would be defeated eight days after the ceremony, just like his A Demon Army.

He looked up again at the Imperial Navy, Stormbirds, and Helldrakes fighting overhead. Relying on the advantage in numbers and the protection of the Stormbirds' void shields, the Empire was clearly in the upper hand. He thought about it, and in the end did nothing, said nothing - there were some things that he couldn't do even if he was a noble Primarch.

He couldn't do it, the Lion King couldn't do it, even Guilliman couldn't do it. Only he, only the Emperor himself, could fix the Empire! Tiny hopes would only deepen despair. He couldn't bear to see the expectant eyes of the Astartes, so he turned his head and looked at the incoming Khorne army. But he was still angry. He hated his cowardice and his inability to change.

He could only force himself not to think about it anymore, and he took the initiative to face the blade of the Khorne army. "It's all over," he said again, "We have won." After whispering, Thalmin recalled the dagger. He had won, but the war was not over yet. He raised his spear high, "For the Emperor!"

With his passionate battle cry, the golden spear smashed down heavily and then swept across. The vampire cavalry charged towards them, not knowing that their commander would be killed in less than three seconds. They faced the wrath of the strongest person in the physical universe. To put it bluntly, the vampire cavalry was still a vampire, and their target was naturally the Astartes, not even the Terminator.

Just now, when fighting against the Chief Daemon of Khorne, he was attacked from behind because he was afraid of getting hurt, and was killed instantly. It was only because Angras destroyed six Holy Dreadnoughts in two seconds that he was able to make up for it. As for the effect of the enhanced Primarch against these high-level Astartes-level soldiers, Salmin showed it to the Astartes behind him.

The heavy wind and waves directly stopped the chaotic cavalry, whether it was the common flesh hounds or the tall and mighty bronze bulls, they were forced to stop charging. The battle formation that seemed chaotic but actually orderly was shattered in an instant, and even though the demons were thick-skinned, no less than two thousand of them were trampled.

However, this was just a prelude. The next moment, a storm of daggers and grenade-level gravel caused their plan to regroup and charge again to fail. The few hundred casualties were not worth mentioning. Because the god of death had already come to them before they could speed up.

Massacre, one-sided massacre! Once, twice...six times, Thalmin was like an empty space. After six ins and outs of the Khorne army, less than half of the demons were still standing. The first time he chopped down the battle flag along with the guards, but countless demons continued to surround his blade as if they were under constant morale.

The pure white hooded robe was soaked with blood, and he violently cut through the entire Khorne army. Every time he swung his spear, hundreds of demons disappeared in the dazzling golden light. The lucky ones who were close to him directly sublimated their main structure and rolled back to the Khorne Demon Realm, but the unlucky ones who were touched by the aftermath could only die wailing with less than two-thirds of their bodies.

Although it has not been mentioned before, the golden spear called Emperor's Dream has a stronger ability to restrain demons than most anointed sacred weapons, even though it itself is neither anointed nor sacred. The pain of being injured by such a sacred weapon can be imagined, and death is really a luxury.

Damn it, who can ignore the heroic figure of the commander beheading the general, seizing the flag and defeating the army! Even a defeated army would shout "For the Emperor!" and charge forward enthusiastically when seeing such a scene, let alone the Astartes who valued honor the most. When he first started to charge back at the endless demon army alone, the Astartes had already caught up!

Rounds of long-range firepower rained down on the Khorne army during the Astartes' charge. Would it hurt Salmin? He stood there and took it all, and nothing happened, not to mention some of it was lost. After Salmin broke through the battle formation and purified the fluttering blasphemous flag, morale reached its peak! The Grand Marshal drew out Sigismund's sword, and was the first to engage in close combat, cutting off two heads sideways.

At this time, the Astartes troops beside the Grand Marshal, including the reinforcements sent by Salmin, only had a little over a thousand. Although there were seven Leviathan Dreadnoughts and 92 (65+27) Terminators, they were only a super-rich 40k warband. Don't even think about dealing with this ace Khorne army of more than people.

Chapter 75: Primarch, Primarch!

But what if it is not a 40k chapter in the conventional sense? For example, they have a Primarch!

In this way, the outcome is uncertain.

If no one came to stop the charge of these 16,000 cavalry, the Grand Marshal and his men might not have many survivors in the first round of the charge, let alone facing the subsequent large force of Khorne's army. Unfortunately, there is no if, when a cavalry charge was stopped, its power had already been mostly gone.

Not to mention that this cavalry was pierced six times by a killing god, and less than half of the demons were able to stand. Formation, command and discipline are always the important components emphasized by an army. The Khorne demon army without formation and command is nothing more than a group of warp creatures, powerful beasts.

In the chaos, the empty morale only made them gather together and easier to kill. Salmin also noticed the Astartes who were fighting hand-to-hand with the Khorne army. He tried to make his movements more gentle so as not to hurt his friends. Then he killed more attentively, faster and more deadly!

Almost all Astartes, including these 30k Dark Angels, had never seen the performance of the Primarch on the battlefield. But there was no doubt that the absolute battlefield suppression power displayed by Salmin just met all their fantasies about the Primarch.

(After lying down for 1 years, the lion king who could even get his bones broken by a Terminator said: It's me, it's me! The th prince who was imprisoned by his own son Huron and had to be rescued by Skarbrand with a roundabout way of loyalty said he was very angry.)

They watched the unrivaled Thalmin mowing down the demons, and a sense of inspired pride arose spontaneously. Fighting side by side with the legendary Primarch gave them the illusion of being in an epic. It was as if they were fighting for the Emperor in the glorious Great Crusade, and this illusion made them even more powerful in wielding their blades.

“No Pity! No Remorse! No Fear!” The standard-bearer followed closely behind the Grand Marshal in the chaos of the battle. The battle flag of the Black Templar was the only guide on the entire battlefield. From beginning to end, even when the third standard-bearer slowly knelt down with the battle flag in his hand, the battle flag still stood as tall as before.

Another round of volleys from the Fearless blasted away the enemy troops in large numbers. The shields of the Iron Knight Terminators opened up a small piece of pure land for the fighting brothers. The roar of the chainsaws was the best response of mankind to these Chaos demons. The Astartes devoted themselves to this bloody battle, and all the Salmin could do at this time was to kill faster and save as many people as possible in danger.

The sweep of the spear sent dozens of demons who were trying to resist to the end back home, and the streaking dagger was like a tail-stabilized armor-piercing projectile shot at the infantry, turning a large bloodletter who tried to swing the sword into a stain on the Astartes armor. He didn't even glance at it again - there were other places where he was more needed.

After hanging up the phone, he continued to draw his sword and wield his gun in silence. He only wanted to kill.

When the last chain saw pulled the bloodletter off the wounded bronze bull and tore it in half, the only sound on the battlefield was the iron boots of the Astartes crushing the broken limbs in the pool of blood, and the faint heavy breathing. The Salmin stopped with the whistling wind, and more than 16,000 vanguard cavalry of the Khorne Demon Army were all killed here. Even some of the main forces that ran fast were taken away by them.

The war was over, and Salmin was freed from the endless slaughter. He had no idea how many demons he had cut off and crushed. But even though the 20,000 demons had turned into corpses all over the ground, and even if we didn't count the hundreds of thousands of flesh hounds scattered in the city, the demon engine army and the main force of the bloodletting vampires that had gathered in the distance alone. An army of 70,000 or 80,000 against the remnants of 600,000, even he could only protect a dozen people.

Want to retreat?

He looked back and saw that the pharmacists didn't even have time to treat the wounded or bandage themselves. They put away their weapons the moment the war ended and recovered the gene seeds as soon as possible. They had to rescue the future of the regiment before the gene seeds were eroded by the dense chaotic evil power on the battlefield.

Should the living fight for the dead or for the living? He didn't know the answer, but he would always fight for the people around him. "Jean Bart, prepare fire, coordinates 177, 525, 312." Even if it would affect some innocent Astartes, he had to give this cruel order.