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Like the Legion to which the "Emperor's Pride" belongs, the battleship's hull is extremely ornately decorated. Her armor is painted a dazzling purple-red and is inlaid with gold, wing-shaped decorations.

Due to the Emperor's Children Legion's never-ending pursuit of perfection, the battleship took twice as long to complete as other warships of similar tonnage.The Emperor's Pride was built under the personal supervision of Archmagos Forge Nico Flamel, and many parts of it were crafted purely by hand, even by the Emperor's Children.

The creation of this Emperor-class battleship cost a huge amount of manpower and material resources, but for building a ship of the original body, it was completely worth the money.

On the bridge paved with marble floors and towering onyx pillars, Fulgrim of the Third Legion sneered disdainfully at the death of the Great Demon of Slaanesh, and then said to the adjutant beside him: "Prepare the Stormbird landing craft , I want to fight side by side with His Majesty."

Without waiting for the original body's adjutant to respond, a deep voice came from the meditator system on the bridge.

"My brother, you are not the only one who has been summoned by my father."

The sound was like a hammer falling on an anvil, sonorous and heavy. Even just a word was enough for anyone to imagine what a silent and stoic man the owner of the sound was.

"Hmph...have you caught up with your snail temper?" Fulgrim said, but his eyes turned into two graceful arcs in his smile, "In that case, then look at us Of our legions, who can achieve greater results in this duel with the Evil God?"

"Right on my mind."

The Iron Fist, the flagship of the Tenth Legion, looks like a steel and bronze structure floating in the void. Its hull surface is so simple and ordinary, except for the two-headed aquila that symbolizes the empire and the emperor. Add any non-functional decorations.

In the bridge of the Iron Fist, the hissing pistons were rising and falling at the edge of the wide cabin, and the echo of the distant forging hammer coming from the metal floor was even more constant. The huge hall was filled with The smell of engine oil and hot metal announces this place's connection with industry and machinery everywhere.

In the churning clouds and mist, the terrifying figures of the original body's guards - the most powerful Terminators in the entire legion - were looming. They were guarding a simple metal chair that could only meet the need of "sitting". And sitting on this chair with no comfort at all is Ferrus Manus, the Primarch of the Tenth Legion's "Iron Hands"!

The original body just sat silently, like an obsidian sculpture, holding a heavy hammer in its hands glowing with metallic silver.He will never show any weak emotions in front of his children. Toughness and rationality are the eternal purposes of the Tenth Legion.

Staring at the Slaanesh mist that filled the galaxy, Manus issued an order to his fleet: "Implement the No. [-] battle plan and land on all planets corrupted by heretics. If necessary, you can launch an extermination order without my authorization. .Now, prepare the landing craft for me."

Under the protection of hundreds of frigates, two Emperor-class battleships located hundreds of kilometers apart simultaneously launched a large number of landing pods, flying towards all the planets in this galaxy.

Among them are two extremely bright rays of light, intertwining and converging like flying birds in the atmosphere of the central planet, shining together and generating heat in the fierce friction with the air, and the two original members of the gene also relaxed slightly in this solitary atmosphere. They came down and chatted like mortal brothers.

"Is it still working?" Ferus asked in a seemingly casual tone while adjusting the mechanical arm on the power armor backpack.

Fulgrim stroked the soft fur cloak and raised half of his eyebrows strangely: "My dear brother, which aspect are you referring to?"

"That sword." Ferus said briefly, while loading the plasma cannon on the mechanical arm. "You said you lacked a handy weapon, so I made you a sword."

"Cut iron like clay, my brother."

Fulgrim pulled out a long and narrow scimitar with cold flames from the scabbard on his waist. This weapon was imitated from the Flame Blade made by his father for his mother, but Ferrus, who has a superb forging memory, created the weapon for this weapon. More Fulgrim-style decorations have been added. While it is a beautiful work of art, it is also a vicious weapon that is good at killing.

The Primarch of the Third Legion smiled and said: "To be honest, I really didn't expect you to have such abundant artistic cells - I mean - after you transformed your flagship into a bunch of people floating in space. After the garbage. To be honest, I originally thought about asking Vulkan to make this weapon. After all, he is the Primarch who is the best at forging——"

"--one."

Ferrus added unconvincedly: "Vulkan is good at making cannons, while Perturabo is good at building heavy fortresses. Only I am the best at forging weapons, Fulgrim."

"Oh, my God, your tone sounds like a little dog vying for favor." Fulgrim covered his lips and chuckled, "But I don't hate you like this, Ferus. Maybe I Maybe I will build a weapon for you in the future."

"..." Ferus was silent for a while. At this time, he could already see directly through the porthole of the storm bird the city where the demons were raging underground.

"My requirements for weapons are very strict."

"You are actually doubting me? Doubting a perfectionist?" Fulgrim said angrily, "Just wait for me, Ferus. I will forge a weapon for you, so that you can't pick it. If something goes wrong in the slightest, I'll beat you up with it!"

"Really?" Ferus smiled easily. This smile that is extremely precious to him will only be shown when getting along with his family, "I'm looking forward to it!"

The Stormbird landing craft and the Astartes landing module pierced through the clouds together, and slammed into the city full of aliens and heretics like falling stars. The devastating shock wave instantly lifted off the enemies around the landing point and destroyed them. The Emperor's Children and Iron Hands officially join the battlefield!

Fulgrim and Ferus looked at each other. Without any words, killing aliens is the highest loyalty to the Emperor!

The two turned into a natural disaster that swept across the earth. The surging plasma and roaring bombs destroyed all enemies in sight. Ferus's heavy hammer blasted the huge body of the Great Demon of Slaanesh to pieces, and the burning blade was in Fu. In Grim's hands, it became the deepest nightmare of the Federation army.

In the sight of the lust demon and the federal soldiers, they could only see two purple-red and pitch-black storms, destroying everything in front of the two demigods along the way!The Iron Hand can destroy the foundation of half a city with a hammer, and the Immortal Purple Phoenix can cut through the formation of the federal army with a single sword. They are gods embodied in the real universe, and they are the entities of death!

Fulgrim and Ferrus would briefly pass each other during the battle, showing off their achievements and achievements, their eyes full of competition but also of sympathy.

Just when the Immortal Purple Phoenix pierced the heart of a Slaanesh demon and burned his body into floating ashes, a long sword that fell from the demon's hand to the ground caught his attention.

Frowning, Fulgrim picked up the weapon from the ground that had not been exiled back to the subspace with the demon. The moment his gauntlet made contact with the sword hilt, the name of the weapon rang out in his ears. mind——

Stinging sword!