Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"I was worried that I couldn't find a suitable nomination certificate, so these idiots came here. If you are really sleepy, you can give me a pillow."

Lucian XII's face became hideous.

He had already thought of how to deal with those space fighters who came to Vigilus for support.

Surrender to the Great Marauder also needs to vote to prove his loyalty.

"Since they are here, let them stay together." The corners of Lucian XII's mouth rose, revealing a cruel smile.

Just like watching the loyalists slaughtered at the banquet just now.

"Come out, it's time, let your masters show their strength." Lucian XII shouted at a shadow.

The believer who had talked with him before came out.

"My lord, this is not the best time yet."

"There is no best time." Lucian XII shook his head and said, "Now is the best time. Those idiots withdrew from the defense line and wanted to get supplies in Saint Port City. But they came to the wrong place, they are not welcome here They don't like them either, and together we can make Port Saintes their burial place."

"I need your help to send a big gift to those stupid followers of the corpse emperor, let them know that the Lucian family is not a plaything they let them fiddle with. If you want to take away the things of the Lucian family, the price the empire needs to pay is not So-so. Use their deaths to tell that reforming fool on Terra that what he's doing is only making the Empire worse."

"Once elites like us turn to the Marauder, it will be a loss for the Empire. As the saying goes, the people who win the hearts of the people win the world. Now, Guilliman is really digging his own grave. One day, the Marauder will enter Terra and cut down He and the corpse emperor's head announce the arrival of a new era."

When the believers heard Lucian XII's high-spirited speeches, their attitude became more respectful. They bowed slightly and asked in a low voice.

"My lord, do you have any plans?"

"Come here, I'll tell you." Lucian XII said with a smile.

The believer walked up to the governor of the planet who had turned his back on the corpse emperor, and the other party whispered his overall plan.

Soon, the believer also smiled.

But he still has some hesitation.

"Is it really possible to do this? I'm worried that something will go wrong!! If something goes wrong, it will affect the next plan."

"No, I have already ordered someone to install the Black Stone Demon Crown, and this matter will not be delayed. If you follow my plan, the Marauder will be able to take down the Vigilante before the rest of the empire's support arrives. "Planet Governor Lucian XII explained.

"The plan is indeed perfect. If you can hit those followers of the Corpse Emperor hard, you will definitely be able to please the great looters. My lord, you can also gain the favor of the gods, and maybe you can even get blessings."

believer said.

"Then do as I say." Lucian XII said, "Let this world become the foundation of the Great Marauder's great cause, and become the burial place of those followers of the Corpse Emperor."

"A perfect plan."

Star Capturer Harken couldn't help laughing when he heard the news from Saint Port City.

He stepped onto a burning building and looked across the lines of Imperial loyalists in the distance.

If you force a breakthrough, the price you will pay is unimaginable.

Both the Space Wolves and the Iron Hands are Chapters with a long heritage, impeccable in their skills and strategies.

Even if the retreat is very orderly, taking care of both ends, it will not take advantage of it.

If Lucian XII's plan succeeds, Iron Hands and the Space Wolves will pay an extremely heavy price.

"Strengthen the offensive, and let the Iron Warriors bastards go to work, let them assist us in harassing those guys' flanks, and let them bleed dry during the long retreat."

Star Reaver - Harken said to an ordinary servant next to him.

His tone was very bad.

The servant was so frightened that he was trembling all over, not daring to make any overstepping movements, for fear of offending the moody master.

When Haken told him to roll, the servant turned around and ran towards his target.

Seeing that the other party was terrified and trembling to convey his order, Mind Flayer-Haken smiled again.

It's always such a joy to fool these idiots.

He turned to look at the battlefield in the distance, the spear in his hand was trembling slightly, and the demons living inside were eager to drink blood.

"Soon, very soon." Harken pacified his weapon, "Soon, you will have the blood of the loyalists of the empire, and let them know how stupidly you were wrong."

Jace stared out into the darkness through the armored glass of the super-heavy tank.

Rocks and mountains are hidden in the darkness, and even with superhuman vision, only looming outlines can be seen.

In order to preserve their vitality, they could only abandon those useless positions and choose to retreat to Saint Port City.

There are more supplies and more complete artillery defenses there.

They can last longer with those gear and enemies.

Their plight would be easy if they could only wait for the support of the Primarch or some Indomitable Crusade fleet.

It is impossible for the traitors to fight against the expeditionary legion formed by the Regent of the Empire,

The technological equipment of the expeditionary fleet and their combat power are far superior to those of the Chaos traitors.

At that time, those traitors will find themselves not only gaining nothing by invading Vigilus, but also paying a heavy price.

After staying in the cabin for a while, Jess climbed out of the tank again.

He stood on the armor of the tank, staring into the darkness in the distance.

The wilderness is so empty that it makes people feel very small.

Even if he were a Primaris Space Marine standing on a super-heavy tank, he would be small.

Humans are just tiny creatures.

Some thoughts belonged to philosophers emerged in Jace's mind.

Sometimes, he will also be confused about the meaning of human birth! !

Perhaps, the birth of human beings is meaningless.

The strong and powerful body stands on top of the high-speed maneuvering tank, like an iron sculpture, motionless in the strong wind.

There were many civilians to evacuate, and Jace escorted them with an army of mortals.

In the past, this kind of thing was unimaginable.

No military commander would allow his elite troops to protect worthless civilians.

In the various military guidance books issued by the Imperial Military Affairs Department, the situation about the retreat of civilians is clearly written.

Commoners who are no longer working are worthless.

They are numbers that can be consumed and sacrificed.

It wasn't until Guilliman came to power that this situation changed.

He is not allowed to abandon those civilians unless it is a last resort.

Unless the situation is exhausted and the civilians have to be consumed, they can make a decision beyond the laws of the empire.

Jess has a lot of opinions on this. Protecting those weak civilians will only bring more risks and crises to these fighters.

He couldn't imagine why the imperial regent would issue such an order.

After thinking for a long time, he didn't get an answer.

He could only see it as the vision of the Regent of the Empire or part of a grand strategy.

Jace stared into the darkness, he wanted to sit down and rest for a while.

Suddenly a thought flowed through his body like an electric current, causing him to jump up suddenly, looking vigilantly at a certain direction in the darkness.

My ears moved slightly, and I heard some sounds that shouldn't be there.

"Enemy attack." Jess shouted with all his strength.

Those mortal soldiers looked blank. They looked at the radar screen and the auspicious instrument, but there was nothing on it.

Where did the enemy come from! !

An officer climbed out of the tank, and he waved to Jess. Just as he was about to ask where the enemy was, a whistling sound sounded.

Several hell dragons rushed out of the darkness, and the sirens from the radar and auspicious instruments resounded throughout the dark wilderness.

The ferocious machine ejected beams of destructive beams, instantly covering the area where Jess and the others were located.

Many soldiers were killed before they had time to react.

Do not! !

what! !

The screams sounded continuously.

The soldiers were so frightened that they ran away in a hurry. They were so frightened that they even forgot to use the weapons in their hands, and they just ran away.

It's a pity that even if you run away, you can't escape the fate of death.

They were reduced to torches and shards of flesh by enemy attacks.

After a while, Jess' team suffered heavy casualties.

Jace pulled the trigger and fired at a Helldragon, all the while shouting at the crowd.

"Lock them up, don't panic, we have enough firepower."

His words had some effect, laser cannons and plasma beams illuminated the sky, and the Hell Flying Dragon, which unscrupulously spit out destruction beams, was forced to fly high into the sky, not daring to dive and attack at low altitudes like before.

The human resistance made these demonic machines extremely angry, and the sound of the engine continued to roar, as if those inanimate people were using the engine to vent their anger in their hearts.

Helldragons are not real creatures, but rather machines of destruction inhabited by demons.

As we all know, demons can enter the real space in many ways.

If there is a sufficient connection between the actual space and the subspace, and the environment is suitable, then the demon can appear and temporarily acquire a physical body to ravage the living beings of reality.

Before there was a large rift, this behavior required a lot of energy.

This is also the reason why before the Great Rift, the time for demonic activities is generally not long.

The main reason is that they will soon lose the ability to maintain their own form, and will eventually be expelled back to the Warp by the correcting forces of the real universe.

But demons are very important allies for Chaos traitors.

Without demons, their combat power would be greatly reduced.

For this reason, after a long period of exploration and research, the members of the Dark Mechanicus and those wizards who entered the Eye of Fear came up with a way to get the best of both worlds.

That is to let the demon possess the machine like a mortal, so that the demon can obtain a more permanent form of existence.

Thus, the Devil Engine appeared.

The demon engine is forged through dark rituals and forbidden techniques, and different methods produce different creations.

The Infernal Dragon is just one of the many types of demonic vehicles.

The process of casting a demon engine is very dangerous.

There is no difference between being locked up in a machine and losing your freedom.

The devil is very resistant to this behavior of imprisoning itself.

Once given the chance, they will definitely kill their creators immediately.

The machine body is also very rare, once it is destroyed, the demon will also have to pay a heavy price.

Under the influence of vicious various taboo techniques and rituals, those machines are deeply bound to them.

As machines get damaged, they get damaged too.

Of course, they will not die because of the death of the machine, but they also need to sleep in the warp for a long enough time before they can wake up again.

Even if it is severely injured, those demons have to sign more contracts with those wizards and blacksmiths to get repairs, otherwise they can only endure pain forever.

In a sense, the demons in the demon engine are completely replica serfs.

The unlucky guy who borrows money to fight in the subspace.

The credit for winning the battle belongs to the creators, and they have to follow and call the gods YYDS.

It was their own fault that they lost, and the gods wouldn't even give them a corner of their eye.

Even punish them for their incompetence and waste.

Once these demons are enslaved, they can only sign various contracts continuously, and in the end there is no way to stand up again.

This kind of behavior that seriously tramples on the rights and interests of individual demons is not condemned in the subspace.

No devil would think that there was anything wrong with this, but they all thought it was reasonable.

After all, what subspace pays attention to is whoever has the biggest fist, and whoever has the most reason.

Wizards and blacksmiths had bigger fists than demons, who were forced to endure slavery and pour out their wrath on those weaker than themselves.

The hell dragon roared, and the sound of the engine was deafening.

The enslaved demons burn with rage, thirsting for more blood and souls.

But the human firepower is so ferocious that the laser beams and cannon plasma cannons light up the entire sky.

If they dare to approach, they will be beaten to pieces in just a moment.

Jess watched the hell dragon being forced back, but there was no joy on his face.

Soon, what he was worried about appeared.

The Iron Warrior stepped out of the darkness and rushed towards Jace's team.

Their speed is so fast, those mortals can't react at all.

In an instant, the ground was a fragmented body.

After a while, Jess' team was defeated by the outer line of defense.

Jess started jumping and betraying, and after taking two steps in the run-up, he jumped up suddenly, the scepter in his hand was activated, and rushed towards the enemy.

"Traitors, your time of death has come." Jess roared and entered the battlefield.

When it landed, the heavy body set off waves of dust and smoke on the ground.

The huge impact made the ground shake slightly.

Before him were six Iron Warriors, their horned helmets and visors of demon faces illuminated by laser beams and cannon fire.

The Iron Warriors are formidable opponents.

The Emperor forged them into Astartes, and the Dark Gods gave them greater power.

For the past ten thousand years, these Heretic Astartes were the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.

Unfortunately, their legend is over.

Even with the blessing of the dark gods, they are no longer the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.

Jess was as mad as a bloodthirsty wolf in his rage.

He fell to the ground like a bone crusher.

The impact is strong enough to shatter rocks on the surface.

The bolter in his hand fired continuously, and the scepter in the other hand was also held tightly in his hand, venting his violent spiritual energy wantonly.

In just one breath, all the bullets in his bolter were gone.

Flames flickered on the associated vents, and the explosions from the fired ammunition slammed the Iron Warriors into the air.

Throw their heavy bodies behind them.

There was no way an old bolter could have been this powerful.

The bolt guns in Jace's hands are all forged with new technology.

The lethality is stronger, and the penetration is more terrifying.

The spiritual energy of the scepter in his hand also gushed out, instantly knocking the two Iron Warriors into the air.

Just one breath.

Two Iron Warriors were killed by him.

Two more Iron Warriors were knocked into the air.

This kind of combat power is frightening.

One of the Iron Warriors showed panic.

It can be seen from the eyes of the other party that Jess is far more powerful than they imagined.

They were blessed by the gods.

The followers of the corpse emperor have nothing! ! !

Why do they have so much more terrifying combat power than them! !

This is not scientific! !

Thinking of this, the Iron Warrior suppressed the wild thoughts in his heart and concentrated on dealing with the enemy in front of him first. After all, it was useless to think about it, and the subspace didn't talk about science.

These days, there are too many people who don't talk about science.

Killing that wild wolf warrior first is the right way.

Jace didn't answer the enemy's confused thoughts.

The scepter in his hand swung at another Iron Warrior, smashing his head to pieces.

Although the other Iron Warrior was shocked, he also reacted. The old-fashioned bolter blessed by the gods fired at Jess's head.

There was a roaring sound, and the bomb flew out of the gun chamber.

It was only half a meter away from Jess's head.

Jace thought he was doomed, but who ever thought that time seemed to be slowed down.

He could see the explosive bomb flying towards him little by little, as slow as a snail crawling.

The Iron Warrior who pulled the trigger also fell into low speed.

Jess could clearly see every change in the other's eyes.

This state is extremely strange.

It's like time has been stretched infinitely.

[Empire Angel combat engine successfully activated, user: Space Wolf Priest, Jess. 】

[The user is being scanned in all aspects. 】

[Soul purity: qualified. 】

[Loyalty: Qualified. 】

[Physical fitness: qualified. 】

A series of reminders flooded into Jess's mind along with massive amounts of data, allowing him to know more clearly how the original casting upgrade is against the sky.

Space Marines are called superhumans, but Space Marines are still mortal, this is irrefutable.

And after activating the Emperor Angel battle engine, he truly embarked on the path of demigod.

Just like those chaotic believers who received the favor of the gods, they embarked on a special path.

Jace recalled that the Regent of the Empire always spared no effort to deny his message as a god.

But is he really not a god?

A ruler who can make his followers walk the path of demigods, isn't he really a god? ?

Jace dodged the mortal blow, the bolt brushing past his cheek and hitting the mortal soldier behind him.

The huge impact shattered his body, not even a piece of complete flesh and blood could be found.

"Damn it!!" Seeing the tragic death of the mortal soldier, Jess was furious. He rushed up, and the scepter in his hand slammed down, denting the opponent's helmet.

The Iron Warrior crashed down.

After a while, foul-smelling blood flowed out from under the dented helmet.

The two Iron Warriors who were knocked into the air kept pulling the trigger.

The bomb shot at Jace, but was blocked by his scepter.

Realizing that they could not win, the two Iron Warriors chose to retreat.

The troops of the Chaos cultists followed them.

Jess wanted to give chase, but heard a message from the Iron Hands Chapter for help.

He could only give up and choose to support the Iron Hand.

Back on the tank again, the others looked at Jess from respect to admiration.

Those Chaos Warriors have certainly turned traitor, but their strength cannot be underestimated. Once they appear on the battlefield, they will be a nightmare for mortal troops.

Even if the space fighters make a move, it is difficult to say that they are sure of victory.

Now, Jess picked six of them one by one and won without injury. He was like the God of War alive.

Jess didn't have any explanation for this, and he didn't feel any complacency in his heart.

Rather than saying that he is powerful, it is better to say that the original casting upgrade given by the imperial regent is too powerful.

There has been a hidden legend among the Chapters that the Heart of Guilliman is the key to the path to the demigods.

Jess thought it was a joke, but when he felt the power of the Emperor's Angel's fighting engine.

Only then did he truly understand that there was truth in that joke.

Jace led his troops to the place where the Iron Hands sent a message for help.

The battle is over.

The bodies of several battle brothers were scattered around.

Incomplete, collapsed in a pool of blood.

Judging from the badges on their bodies, they belonged to unupgraded interstellar warriors.

Not everyone is receptive to the kindness of the Imperial Regency.

Some believe that the Primarch's transformation of the Space Marines violates the teachings of the Emperor and is an attempt to usurp the throne.

This thinking affects Space Marines as well.

Many Space Marines have rejected Primaris upgrades in order to preserve their purity.

Obviously, now they are paying the price.

The unupgraded Space Marines face the traitors at a disadvantage.

After all, the heretic Astartes warriors were also born from the same technology, and the other party was blessed by the gods on this basis.

For this reason, those Chaos warriors are more powerful.

Over the past 10,000 years, there have been countless battles to prove this fact.

Refusing to upgrade the original casting is really a stupid decision that is not worth the loss.

Jess shook his head and said to the deceased

Many claim to have spent their lives defending the Emperor.

But no one studied what the Emperor himself was guarding.

It should be to protect human beings and the empire by all means.

Only in this way is the best protection for the Emperor.

After Jess took out the gene seed, he ordered someone to collect the dead body, carried it to the car, and prepared to take it back.

On one side of the battlefield, a half-dreadnought collapsed on its own engine parts, flashing a distress signal.

The mech's fist opened and closed and twitched, and the server made noise.

"Are you still alive? Brother." Jess walked up to Fearless and asked.

There was a quiet exhaust sound from the Dreadnought generator, followed by a hissing sound.

"Path reconstruction in progress."

"It seems that what else can you say!! Father of Steel, I'm sorry I'm late." Jess said sadly.

"Path refactoring done, they're on fire, we're failing."

"Indeed, but you have tried your best, and your heroic soul will surely return under the throne." Jess took out an empty gene gland access pouch, "Now let me take out your gene seed and complete the inheritance."

"Thank you, Wild Wolf." A voice came from the dreadnought, "Unfortunately, I don't have any gene seeds."

"No, everyone has it. The gene glands are still in your body. Quick, let me take out your gene seed and return it to your brother, which means that your genes will be passed on, and your Spirits will dine with the Iron Fathers at their table."

"Negative, my body is no longer complete, and I don't have gene storage glands."

"Stop messing around, there are still tasks to do now," Jess said.

"This is not a joke." The tone of the dreadnought became serious, "The valve in the cockpit has been locked, please give up, Brother Wild Wolf, in that case, it will be beneficial to both of us."

"Why?" Jess looked at the abnormal behavior of the dreadnought, a little puzzled.

"There are still millions of civilians retreating. Any negligence or delay will cause casualties. I have no time to delay with you, Father of Steel. Please let me complete the task. If you are not willing, then I can only use one unconventional means."

Jace drew a plasma ray pistol from his holster, cranked it up to full power, and prepared to force open the valve.

"No!" the Dreadnought roared, and a loud sound came out from the sound generator, which made people's ears ring.

Covering his face with his hands in time, he was ready to deal with the ensuing energy explosion and the sudden burst of amniotic fluid vapor.

The amniotic fluid prepared by the Mechanicus allows the disabled pilot of the Dreadnought to stay naked in the cockpit for a long time.

It's just that once the hatch is opened, a huge steam will form.

A little carelessness may cause burns.

Jace gritted his teeth and pressed the pistol button.

Accompanied by a bright light, the hatch of the cockpit flew out with a loud noise.

However, the expected scene did not show no steam and no amniotic fluid flowing.

There was nothing inside but warm, fetid air.

See the stuffed wires and pitted gears inside the Dreadnought.

"You shouldn't be doing that," the Dauntless Project roared.

Jess, who realized the truth, felt a little panic in his heart.

"You shouldn't open the sarcophagus of the Dreadnought without authorization." Gabriel's voice came from behind, and he came with other Iron Hand fighters.

Jess looked at Gabriel, his tone a little out of control, "What did you do??"

"We did what we should do." Gabriel said calmly, "Continue to let those soldiers loyal to the empire fight against the enemy of mankind."

"Intelligence without flesh and blood is strictly prohibited by the empire." Jess yelled, "Do you know? Look at what you have done? Gabriel, you are betraying the empire."

"We need every bit of strength, Jess." Gabriel said calmly, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, "I have not betrayed the empire, the Iron Hands Chapter kills no less human enemies than any other Chapter, we Well done."

"But your method is wrong, it shouldn't be like this." Jess whispered.

"Nothing is impossible." Gabriel said, "I hope you can keep this a secret, Jess, if you reveal this secret, it will only increase the pressure on the Iron Hands, and it has no effect on the existing situation." effect."

Jace stood up, looked at Gabriel, and spat at him, "I'm ashamed to be with you, Gabriel. I'll keep your secret, but you and I are no longer friends and brothers."

After leaving this sentence, the angry Jess turned around and left.

Gabriel stood where he was, and he reached out to wipe the drool off his face, watching Jess leave with a slightly desolate look.

Later, he asked other brothers to recover Dauntless and other corpses.

On the surface of Vigilante, the battle between the Empire and Chaos is becoming more and more fierce.

With the continuous arrival of the chaotic army, Jess and others protected the civilians and fought while retreating, and finally saw the saint port city.

I thought I could get a short break.

However, the next scene made Jess unforgettable all his life.

Betrayal, never far from them.

The Saints Port defense artillery that was supposed to be aimed at the enemy turned around and locked the muzzle on them.

Shells fell among the fleeing crowd.

The ground shook, the soil was lifted up tens of feet, and deadly debris flew in all directions.

The screams rang out among the panicked refugees.

The first shells killed dozens of people, their bodies were shattered, and the broken flesh and intestines were scattered everywhere.

More shells followed.

The sound of roaring explosions was endless, and everyone was drowned by artillery fire.

Crying, screaming, and desperate questioning were all mixed with the sound of artillery fire, forming a bloody lament.

Those refugees did not die at the hands of the Chaos traitors, but migrated long distances and were massacred after arriving at Saint Port City.

"Is Saints Port City crazy!?" Knowing that Saints Port City opened fire on them and shelled the fleeing civilians, Jess subconsciously yelled.

But when he connected to the communication of Saint Port City, the other party's cold words made him feel like falling into a cold cave.

"Go to hell, lackey of the corpse emperor."

Facing his questioning, Planet Governor Lucian XII responded with a mocking voice.

Then, the communication was cut off.

"This is betrayal!!" Jess felt fear in his heart.

There was rebellion before, and there was pursuit after.

They also have to protect millions of fleeing civilians.

The situation is so critical that it is time to wait.

"Find a bunker, move those civilians, and get them out of the range of artillery fire." Jess issued an order to the troops, "The Saints Port City has betrayed, and they have violated the teachings of the Holy Emperor."

Jace gave orders to the other troops to move the unarmed civilians.

Afterwards, Jess led a group of wild wolf fighters to formulate a surprise attack plan to destroy the fort of Saint Port City and avoid causing more damage.

The roaring gunboat sent Jess and the others to the sky above Saint Port City, and then these original cast space fighters jumped down.

Relying on its strong body to resist the impact of the high-speed fall, the ground shook.

Relying on their strong bodies, Jess and others moved smoothly, and a large number of traitors were killed.

High explosives were installed at various artillery emplacements and subsequently detonated.

Let the trapped troops and civilians wait for a respite.

"This is your end, wolves."

When Jess and the others entered the last position, Star Capturer Harken had been waiting here for a long time.

The spear in the opponent's hand shone viciously, and Jace could feel the bloodthirsty desire of the trapped demon in the spear.

"This is your end too." Jess had no fear on his face, he held the scepter tightly in his hand, and faced the star grabber-Haken.

"Arrogance will definitely pay the price."

Star Reaver-Harken attacked first, and with howling, he leapt up with his spear high and stabbed Jace.

Jace walked up to him with a scepter in hand.

One is blessed by the gods, the other is shaped by the imperial regent with new technological might.

The two sides entered into a desperate confrontation of brute force and skill.

"Pay the price, wolf, today is your end."

There was a distorted smile on the face of Harken the Star Reaver, and the power of the gods flowed in his body.

Jess remained silent, but the offensive in his hand became more and more fierce.

However, even though Jess activated the Emperor Angel combat engine, he didn't know much about this new ability.

And Harken has served the gods for a long time, and he is proficient in using the power of blessing.

In hundreds of consecutive confrontations, Jess showed his flaws.

Harken seized the opportunity, and the charged iron fist smashed through Jace's defense.

The power of the gods and the power of the machine are mixed together, and the destructive power is extremely powerful.

Even if the original cast armor has been upgraded several times, it is still difficult to resist this punch.

Jace's armor was shattered, and the bone shield protecting his chest was torn apart.

He kept spitting out blood, staggered back, and even had difficulty standing up.

"You are as weak as ever! Do you think that what Guilliman gave you can give you the capital to defeat me? No, you will always be weak in front of me." Haken raised the spear in his hand .

"The weak is not him, but you, traitor."

Gabriel, the Father of Iron, descended from the sky wearing a thruster, and slammed his arcing hammer at Harkon.

This blow was so fierce that the opponent had to give up his plan to kill Jace, and raised his spear to resist Gabriel's attack.

The impact of the two weapons was so powerful that shock waves appeared in the air.

"You think, you can." Harken wanted to sneer, but there was a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and found that Jess, who had been severely injured by himself just now, had recovered at some point, and the scepter in his hand pierced his chest. chest.

"You talk too much." Jess looked at the opponent fiercely, then activated the scepter, crushing the opponent's body.

There was anger in his eyes and the pleasure of slaying his enemies.

Star Reaver-Haken staggered back two steps, insisted on standing for a few seconds, then his legs gave way, and he knelt down on the ground.

Gabriel swung the hammer again, smashing his head apart.

Seeing the corpse of Star Reaver Harken, Jess was silent for a moment before saying, "Thank you, Gabriel."

"We are brothers, with common goals and beliefs. There is no need to say words of gratitude between fighters." Gabriel said, "I apologize for the previous incident, and your anger is right. The Iron Hand is in this The road has gone too far, and when this matter is over, I will go to Terra to explain this matter to the Regent of the Empire in person."

"The Regent of the Empire will certainly not blame you. He is much more enlightened and benevolent than we imagined, Gabriel. I'm sorry for the actions and vicious words I made to you before."

Jess is sincere, and every mother group has its own secrets.

The Iron Hand abused the inhuman intelligence of hatred, but the mutation of the Space Wolves was also an unspeakable problem.

He is not qualified to condemn the other party.

Still, driven by rage, he humiliated a noble warrior and friend.

"I don't care," Gabriel said. "In that case, it's normal to be angry, and you're wolves. Are wolves still wolves without anger?"

Jess wanted to say something, but a strong beam of teleportation light appeared beside them.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the number one rebel, the greatest enemy of the empire, the great predator, and the commander elected by the four gods stepped out of the beam of light.

Behind him, there are elite fighters of the Black Legion.

Many of them are veterans from 10,000 years ago and participated in the Great Crusade.

Strong combat power, superb skills, and countless kills in his hands.

The Great Marauder was wearing a heavy Terminator armor, very ancient in style.

When he just walked out, the surface of the armor was still flowing with the brilliance of ether.

The opponent's aura is as terrifying as an abyss.

Gabriel happened to have his back to the beam of light, and was also the closest.

Before he could react, he was pierced by Abaddon's claw of Horus, picked up, and his head was cut off by the sword of the magic sword Drachanion.

The speed was so fast that everyone couldn't react.

Just now, they were still cheering for victory.

Now, they watched as Gabriel was slain by Abaddon the Despoiler.

Jess stared at this scene, stunned for a moment, and then his uncontrollable anger made him howl.

They've only just settled down.

Gabriel died right in front of him.

Do not!

Jess was in so much pain.

The death of his friend made the wild wolf distraught.

He attacked Abaddon the Marauder.

Abaddon swung the magic sword Drachanion, and a stream of evil flames erupted from the skeleton-studded blade.

The magic sword sliced ​​straight across Jace's scepter, chopped off one of his arms, split his battle armor, and pierced his first heart.

Even with the activation of the combat engine, Jace had no chance of fighting back in front of Abaddon.

Just one blow nearly crippled him.

Many wild wolves and Iron Hands saw their leader fall, and rushed up violently one by one.

And the veterans of the Black Legion behind Abaddon also rushed up one after another.

The fight between the two sides was extremely tragic.

Abaddon seemed to be in no man's land, killing among the loyalists.

The Claw of Horus and the Demon Sword Drachanion drank blood.

Loyalists were quickly slaughtered.

Just when Jess, who fell to the ground, was about to be executed.

A violent psychic thunder burst in the air, Abaddon had to give up the attack, and stretched out his hand to block the psychic lightning.

In the smog that filled the battlefield, slender figures appeared one after another, taking away those Primaris Space Marines who were seriously injured and survived.

The seriously injured Jess saw a slender figure standing beside him, and then the scene in front of him changed.

When he stabilized again, he had left the battlefield and was sent to an unknown temple.

Before passing out, Jace saw an Eldar wearing a Harlequin mask coming out of the temple.

Obviously, they saved themselves.

"Your thread of fate should not be broken here." said the Harlequin Eldar, "You have other missions to complete."