"Just when I was worried about not being able to find a suitable token of my loyalty, these idiots showed up. It's like sending you a pillow when you're about to fall asleep."
Lucian XII's face turned grim.
He had already figured out how to deal with the Space Marines who came to Vigilante for support.
Surrendering plunderers also need a letter of surrender to prove their loyalty.
"Since they are here, let them stay together." Lucian XII raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a cruel smile.
Just like just now, watching those loyalists being slaughtered at the banquet.
“Come out, it’s time to let your masters show their strength.” Lucian XII shouted to a shadow.
The believer who had talked to him earlier came out.
"My Lord, now is not the best time."
"There is no best time." Lucian XII shook his head and said, "Now is the best time. Those fools evacuated the defense line and wanted to get supplies in Saint Port. But they came to the wrong place. They are not welcome here, and they are not liked here. We can work together to turn Saint Port into their burial place."
"I need your help to give a great gift to those stupid followers of the Corpse King, and let them know that the Lucian family is not a toy for them to manipulate. If the Empire wants to take away the things of the Lucian family, the price it needs to pay is not ordinary. Use their death to tell the fool who reformed Terra that what he did will only make the Empire worse."
"Once elites like us turn to the Great Plunderer, it will be a loss to the Imperium. As the saying goes, he who wins the hearts of the people wins the world. Now, Guilliman is digging his own grave. One day, the Great Plunderer will enter Terra and chop off his head and the head of the Corpse Emperor, announcing the arrival of a new era."
After hearing Lucian XII's long speech, the believers became more respectful, bowed slightly, and asked in a low voice.
"My Lord, what are your plans?"
"Come here and I'll tell you." Lucian XII said with a smile, confident.
The believer walked up to the planetary governor who had betrayed the Corpse King, and he whispered his overall plan.
Soon, the believer also smiled.
But he still had some hesitation.
“Is this really okay? I’m worried about what might go wrong!
If something unexpected happens, it will affect the next plan."
"No, I have already ordered the installation of the Blackrock Demon Crown, and this matter will not be delayed. If you act according to my plan, the Great Plunderer will be able to capture the Alert Planet before other support from the Empire arrives." Planetary Governor Lucian XII explained.
"The plan is indeed perfect. If we can deal a heavy blow to the followers of the Corpse King, we will surely be able to please the Great Plunderer. My lord, you will also be favored by the gods and perhaps even be blessed."
The believer said.
"Then do as I say." Lucian XII said, "Let this world become the foundation of the great cause of the Great Plunderer and the burial place of those followers of the Corpse King."
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"A perfect plan."
Star Stealer Haken couldn't help but laugh when he heard the news from Saint Port City.
He walked up a burning building and looked out over the lines of the Imperial Loyalists.
If we break through by force, the price we pay will be unimaginable.
The Space Wolves and the Iron Hands are both chapters with long heritages, and their combat skills and combat plans are impeccable.
Even the retreat was very orderly, taking both ends into consideration, and they couldn't gain any advantage.
If Lucian XII's plan succeeds, the Iron Hands and the Space Wolves will pay a heavy price.
"Intensify the attack, and let those bastards of the Iron Warriors do their work. Let them help us harass those guys' flanks and make them bleed dry during their long retreat."
Star Reaper-Haken said to an ordinary servant next to him.
His tone was very bad.
The servant was so frightened that he trembled all over and dared not make any improper moves for fear of angering his capricious master.
When Haken told him to get lost, the servant turned around and crawled towards his target.
Seeing the other party's expression of fear and trembling all over as he conveyed his orders, the Heart Stealer - Haken smiled again.
It's always so fun to fool these idiots.
He turned and looked at the battlefield in the distance. The spear in his hand was trembling slightly. The demon living inside was eager to drink blood.
"Soon, soon." Haken soothed his weapon, "Soon, you will be fed with the blood of the loyalists of the Empire, letting them know how foolish they were."
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Jace stared through the armored glass of the super-heavy tank into the darkness beyond.
The rocks and mountains were hidden in the darkness, and even with superhuman vision, only vague outlines could be seen.
In order to preserve their manpower, they had no choice but to abandon those useless positions and retreat to Saint Port City.
There are more supplies and more complete artillery defenses there.
They can use that equipment to last longer with the enemy.
As long as they wait for support from the Primarch or an Indomitable Expedition Fleet, their predicament will be alleviated.
The traitors have no chance of fighting against the expeditionary corps organized by the Imperial Regent.
The expeditionary fleet's technological equipment and their combat power far exceed those of the Chaos Traitors.
At that time, the traitors will find that they will not only gain no benefits from invading the Alert Star, but will also pay a heavy price.
After staying in the cabin for a while, Jace climbed out of the tank again.
He stood on the tank's armor, staring into the darkness in the distance.
The wilderness is so vast and empty that it makes people feel very small.
Even though he was a Primaris Space Marine, he looked tiny standing on a super-heavy tank.
Human beings are just tiny creatures.
Some philosopher's thoughts emerged in Jace's mind.
Sometimes, he would be confused about the meaning of human birth!
Perhaps, the birth of human beings has no meaning.
The strong and powerful body stood on the high-speed maneuvering tank, like an iron sculpture, motionless in the strong wind.
There were many civilians who needed to be evacuated, and Jace brought a group of mortal soldiers to escort them.
In the past, such a thing would have been unimaginable.
No military commander would allow his elite troops to protect worthless civilians.
In various military guidelines issued by the Imperial Military Affairs Department, the evacuation of civilians is clearly stated.
Civilians who no longer work are worthless.
They are numbers that can be consumed and sacrificed.
This situation did not change until Guilliman came to power.
He demanded that civilians should not be abandoned unless absolutely necessary.
Only when the situation is extremely desperate and the civilians have no choice but to be exploited can the decision be made beyond the laws of the empire.
Jace had a strong opinion on this. Protecting those weak civilians would only bring more risks and crises to these warriors.
He couldn't imagine why the Imperial Regent would give such an order.
After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't get the answer.
He could only regard it as the foresight of the imperial regent or part of some grand strategy.
Jace stared into the darkness. He wanted to sit down and rest for a while.
Suddenly a thought ran through his body like an electric current, causing him to jump up suddenly, his eyes looking vigilantly in a certain direction in the darkness.
My ears moved slightly and I heard some sounds that shouldn't have been there.
"Enemy attack." Jace shouted with all his strength.
The mortal soldiers looked confused. They looked at the radar screen and the auspicious instrument, but there was nothing on them.
Where do the enemies come from!
An officer climbed out of the tank and waved to Jace. Just as he was about to ask where the enemy was, a whistling sound was heard.
Several hell dragons rushed out from the darkness, and the alarms from radar and auspicious instruments resounded throughout the dark wilderness.
The ferocious machine spewed out beams of destructive light, instantly covering the area where Jace and others were.
Many soldiers were killed before they had time to react.
No!
ah!
Screams continued to ring out.
The soldiers were frightened and fled in panic. They were so terrified that they even forgot to use their weapons and only focused on running away.
Unfortunately, even if you run away, you can't escape the fate of death.
They were turned into torches and pieces of flesh and blood by the enemy's attack.
After a while, Jace's team suffered heavy casualties.
Jace pulled the trigger and fired at a Helldrake, while he shouted to everyone.
"Lock them on, don't panic, we have enough firepower."
His words had some effect. Laser cannons and plasma beams illuminated the sky. The Hell Dragon, which had been wantonly spewing destructive beams, was forced to fly high into the sky and no longer dared to dive and attack at a low altitude as it had done before.
Human resistance made these demonic machines extremely angry. The engines roared continuously, as if the lifeless were using the engines to vent their anger.
The Hell Dragon is not a real creature, but a destructive machine inhabited by demons.
It is well known that demons can enter real space in many ways.
If there is enough connection between real space and the subspace, and the environment is right, the demon can appear and temporarily gain physical form to ravage the creatures of reality.
Before the big cracks, this behavior would require a lot of energy.
This is also the reason why demonic activities generally did not last long before the Great Rift.
The main reason is that they will quickly lose the ability to maintain their own form, and will eventually be expelled back to the subspace by the corrective force of the real universe.
But Daemons are very valuable allies to Chaos Traitors.
Without the demons, their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.
To this end, the Dark Mechanicus members and those wizards who entered the Eye of Terror, after a long period of exploration and research, came up with a solution that had the best of both worlds.
That is to allow the demon to possess the machine just like it possesses a mortal, giving the demon a more permanent form of existence.
Thus, the Demon Engine appeared.
Daemon Engines are forged through dark rituals and forbidden techniques, with each method producing different creations.
The Helldrake is just one of a vast variety of demonic vehicles.
The process of forging a Demon Engine is extremely dangerous.
There is no difference between being imprisoned in a machine and losing your freedom.
The devil is very resistant to this kind of imprisonment.
Once given the chance, they will definitely kill their creators at the first opportunity.
The mechanical body is also very rare, and once it is destroyed, the demon will have to pay a heavy price.
The machines were deeply bound to them through a host of vicious forbidden techniques and rituals.
If the machine is damaged, they will be damaged too.
Of course, they will not die because of the death of the machine, but they also need to sleep in the subspace for a sufficient amount of time before they can wake up again.
Even if they were severely damaged, the demons had to sign more contracts with the wizards and blacksmiths in order to be repaired, otherwise they would have to endure the pain.
In a sense, the demons in the Demon Engine are just replicas of serfs.
The unfortunate guy who took out loans to fight in the subspace.
If they win, the credit belongs to the creator, and they have to follow suit and shout "YYDS" to the gods.
It was their own fault if they lost the fight, and the gods wouldn't even give them a glance.
We should even punish them for their incompetence and waste.
Once these demons are enslaved, they can only continue to sign various contracts, and ultimately they will never be able to turn things around.
This behavior of seriously trampling on the individual rights of demons has not been condemned by anyone in the subspace.
No demon would think there was anything wrong with this; instead, they all thought it was very reasonable.
After all, in the subspace, whoever has the bigger fist is right.
The fists of wizards and blacksmiths were bigger than the demon's, so the demon was forced to endure slavery and pour out his wrath on enemies weaker than himself.
The Hell Dragon roared, and the sound of its engine was deafening.
The enslaved demons are burning with rage, thirsting for more blood and souls.
But human firepower was so fierce that laser beams and plasma cannons lit up the entire sky.
If they dare to get close, they will be beaten to pieces in a moment.
Jace 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 was so fast that mortals could not react at all.
In an instant, the ground was reduced to shattered pieces.
After a while, the team that Jace was in had its outer defense line broken.
Jace activated Leaping Betrayal, took two steps, then suddenly jumped up, activated the scepter in his hand, and rushed towards the enemy.
"Traitor, your death has come." Jace roared as he entered the battlefield.
When it landed, its heavy body raised a cloud of dust on the ground.
The huge impact force caused the ground to shake slightly.
In front of him stood the six Iron Warriors, their horned helmets and demonic visors illuminated by laser beams and artillery fire.
The Iron Warriors are formidable foes.
The Emperor forged them into Adeptus Astartes, and the Dark Gods granted them even greater powers.
For the past ten thousand years, these heretic Astartes have been the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.
Sadly, their legend has come to an end.
Even with the blessing of the Dark Gods, they are no longer the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.
Jace, filled with anger, was as crazy as a bloodthirsty wolf.
He fell to the ground heavily like a bone crusher.
The impact force generated is enough to shatter the rocks on the surface.
The grenade launcher in his hand continued to fire continuously, and he also held the scepter tightly in his other hand, venting his violent psychic energy wantonly.
In just one breath, all the bullets in his grenade launcher were used up.
Fires flickered on the relevant exhaust holes, and the explosions caused by the fired ammunition lifted the Iron Warriors heavily.
Throw their heavy bodies behind them.
The old bolt guns could never have such tremendous power.
The grenade launchers in Jayce's hands were forged using brand-new technology.
The lethality is stronger and the penetrating power is more terrifying.
The spiritual energy of the scepter in his hand also burst out, instantly knocking the two iron warriors away.
Just a breath of time.
He killed the two Iron Warriors.
Two more Iron Warriors were knocked away.
Such combat power is terrifying.
One of the Iron Warriors looked horrified.
From the other party's eyes, it can be seen that Jace's strength is far beyond their imagination.
They were blessed by the gods.
The followers of the Corpse King have nothing!
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Why does he have a combat power so much more terrifying than theirs!
This is unscientific!
Thinking of this, the Iron Warrior suppressed his wild thoughts and focused on dealing with the enemy in front of him. After all, there was no point in thinking, and the subspace was not scientific.
Nowadays, there are too many people who don’t follow science.
The right thing to do is to kill that wolf warrior first.
Jace didn't respond to his enemy's confused thoughts.
He swung the scepter in his hand at another iron warrior, smashing the opponent's head into pieces.
Although the other Iron Warrior was shocked, he reacted and fired at Jace's head with the old-fashioned grenade launcher blessed by the gods.
There was a roar and the bullet flew out of the gun barrel.
It was only half a meter away from Jace's head.
Jace thought he was finished, but time seemed to slow down.
He could see the bomb flying towards him little by little, as slow as a snail.
The Iron Warrior who pulled the trigger also fell into a low speed state.
Jace could see every change in the other person's eyes.
This state is extremely strange.
It's like time has been infinitely stretched.
The Imperial Angel battle engine was successfully activated, user: Space Wolves Priest, Jace.
The user is being fully scanned.
Purity of soul: Pass.
Loyalty: Pass.
Physical fitness: qualified.
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A series of prompts along with a massive amount of data poured into Jace's mind, allowing him to understand more clearly how amazing the Primaris upgrade was.
Space Marines are called superhumans, but it is indisputable that they are still mortals.
After activating the Emperor Angel Battle Engine, he truly embarked on the path to becoming a demigod.
Just like those Chaos believers who were favored by the gods, they embarked on a special path.
Jace recalled the Imperial Regent's message, in which he always went out of his way to deny that he was a god.
But is he really not a god
A ruler who can lead his followers to the path of demigodhood, is he really not a god
Jace dodged the fatal blow as the bullet grazed his cheek and hit the mortal soldier behind him.
The huge impact force shattered his body into pieces, and not even a piece of intact flesh and blood could be found.
“Damn it!
"Seeing the tragic death of the mortal soldier, Jace's face was filled with anger. He rushed forward and swung the scepter in his hand, denting the opponent's helmet.
The iron warrior fell down with a loud bang.
After a while, foul-smelling blood began to flow out from under the dented helmet.
The two iron warriors who were knocked away kept pulling the triggers.
The bomb shot towards Jace, but was blocked by his scepter.
Realizing they could not win, the two Iron Warriors chose to evacuate.
The Chaos Cultists followed them.
Jace wanted to give chase, but he heard the Iron Hands Chapter's call for help.
He had no choice but to give up and choose to support the Iron Hands.
Back on the tank, the others looked at Jace with respect that turned into admiration.
Although those Chaos Warriors have rebelled, their power cannot be underestimated. Once they appear on the battlefield, they will be a nightmare for mortal troops.
Even if the Space Marines take action, it is hard to say whether they can be sure of victory.
Now, Jayce took on six people alone and won without any damage. He is simply the God of War.
Jace had no explanation for this, nor did he feel any pride in his heart.
It’s not so much that he is powerful, but rather that the Primaris upgrade given by the Imperial Regent is too powerful.
There is a hidden legend circulating among the various chapters that says that the Heart of Guilliman is the key to the path to demigodhood.
Jace thought it was a joke, but when he felt the power of the Emperor's Angel battle engine.
Only then did he truly understand that there was truth in that joke.
Jace led his troops quickly to the place where the Iron Hands Chapter sent out the call for help.
The battle is over.
The bodies of several battle brothers were scattered around.
Mutilated, collapsed in a pool of blood.
Judging from the emblems on their bodies, they are Space Marines that have not been upgraded.
Not everyone was happy to accept the Imperial Regent's kindness.
Some believed that the Primarch's transformation of the Space Marines went against the Emperor's teachings and was an attempt to usurp the throne.
This idea also affects the Space Marines.
Many Space Marines refuse the Primaris upgrade in order to remain pure.
Now, apparently, they are paying the price.
The Space Marines who had not been upgraded were at a disadvantage against the traitors.
After all, the heretic Astartes warriors were born from the same technology, and the other side was blessed by the gods on this basis.
For this, those Chaos Warriors are even more powerful.
Countless battles have proven this over the past ten thousand years.
Refusing the Primaris upgrade is really a stupid decision that is not worth the cost.
Jace shook his head and said to the dead
Many claim to have spent their lives protecting the Emperor.
Yet no one has studied what the Emperor himself is guarding.
It should be to protect humanity and the empire at all costs.
Only in this way can we best protect the emperor.
After Jace took out the gene seeds, he ordered his men to collect the bodies of the dead, load them onto the car, and prepare to take them back.
On one side of the battlefield, half a Dreadnought slumped over its own engine components, flashing a distress signal.
The mecha's fists opened and closed twitching, and the servos made noises.
"Are you still alive, brother?" Jace walked up to Fearless and asked.
There was a calm exhaust sound from the Dreadnought's generator, followed by a hissing sound.
"The path is being reconstructed."
"Look, what else can you say!
Father of Steel, I'm sorry I'm late." Jace said with some sadness.
"The path reconstruction is complete. They are coming with great force. We failed."
"Indeed, but you have tried your best. Your heroic spirit will surely return to the throne." Jace took out an empty gene gland access capsule, "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 gene seeds."
"No, everyone has it. The gene gland is still in your body. Quick, let me extract your gene seed and return it to your brother. It means that your genes will be passed on, and your soul will dine with them at the table of the Iron Fathers."
"No, my body is no longer complete and does not have gene storage glands."
"Stop messing around, we still have a mission to do," said Jace.
"This is not a joke." The tone of the Dreadnought became serious. "The cockpit valve has been locked. Please give up, Brother Wolf. That way, it will be good for both of us."
"Why on earth is this happening?" Jace looked at the abnormal behavior of the Dreadnought, somewhat puzzled.
"There are still millions of civilians evacuating. Any negligence and delay will result in casualties. I don't have time to waste with you, Father of Steel. Please let me complete the task. If you are unwilling, then I can only use an unconventional method."
Jace pulled a plasma ray pistol from his holster and turned it on to full power, ready to force the valve open.
"No!" the Dreadnought roared, emitting a huge sound from its speaker, making people's ears buzz.
He promptly protected his face with his hands, preparing to deal with the subsequent energy explosion and the sudden rush of amniotic fluid vapor.
The amniotic fluid prepared by the Mechanicus can allow the disabled pilot of the Dreadnought to stay naked in the cockpit for a long time.
But once the hatch is opened, a huge amount of steam will form.
If you are not careful, you may get burned.
Jace gritted his teeth and pressed the pistol button.
Accompanied by a strong light, the cockpit door flew out with a loud bang.
However, the expected scene did not appear. There was no steam or flowing amniotic fluid.
There was nothing in there except warm, rancid air.
See the wiring and jagged gears stuffed inside the Dreadnought.
"You shouldn't wear that." Dauntless Project yelled.
When Jace realized the truth, a trace of panic emerged in his heart.
"You shouldn't open the sarcophagus of the Dreadnought without permission." Gabriel's voice came from behind, and he came with other Iron Hands warriors.
Jace looked at Gabriel, his tone a little out of control, "What did you do??"
"We did what we were supposed to do," Gabriel said calmly, "We continued to let those warriors loyal to the Empire fight against the enemies of humanity."
"Disembodied intelligence is strictly prohibited by the Empire," Jace yelled. "Did you know that? Look what you have done? Gabriel, you are betraying the Empire."
"We need every bit of strength, Jace." Gabriel said calmly without any emotion. "I have not betrayed the Empire. The Iron Hands Chapter hunts down the enemies of humanity as hard as any other Chapter. We are doing a great job."
"But your method is wrong. It shouldn't be like this." Jace whispered.
"Nothing is impossible." Gabriel said, "I hope you can keep this a secret, Jace. If you reveal this secret, it will only increase the pressure on the Iron Hands and will not help the current situation."
Jace stood up, looked at Gabriel, and spat at him, "I am ashamed to be associated with you, Gabriel. I will keep your secret, but you and I are no longer friends and brothers."
Leaving this sentence, Jace turned and left angrily.
Gabriel stood there. He reached out to wipe the saliva off his face and watched Jace leave with a slightly lonely look.
Afterwards, he asked the other brothers to retrieve Fearless and the other corpses.
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On the surface of Vigilance, the struggle between the Empire and Chaos becomes increasingly fierce.
As the Chaos army continued to arrive, Jace and his men protected the civilians while fighting and retreating, and finally saw the Saint's Harbor City.
I thought I could get a short break.
However, the next scene was something Jace would never forget.
Betrayal is never far away from them.
The defensive artillery of Saints Harbor that was supposed to be aimed at the enemy turned around and locked its muzzles on them.
The shells landed among the fleeing crowd.
The ground shook, the soil was lifted up dozens of feet, and deadly fragments flew in all directions.
Screams rang out among the panicked refugees.
The first shell killed dozens of people, their bodies shattered, flesh and intestines scattered everywhere.
More shells followed.
The roar of explosions continued and everyone was drowned in the artillery fire.
Cries, screams, and desperate questioning all mixed with the sound of artillery fire, forming a bloody elegy.
Those refugees did not die at the hands of the Chaos traitors, but were slaughtered after arriving at Saint Port City during their long migration.
“Has Saint Port City gone mad
“Knowing that Saint Port City had opened fire on them and shelled the fleeing civilians, Jace roared subconsciously.
But when he got through to Saint Port City, the cold words from the other end made him feel like he was falling into a cold cave.
"Go to hell, you lackey of the Corpse King."
In response to his question, Planetary Governor Lucian XII responded with a mocking voice.
Then the communication was cut off.
“This is betrayal!
"Fear emerged in Jace's heart.
There are rebels in front and pursuers behind.
They also had to protect millions of fleeing civilians.
The situation is so critical that we cannot afford to lose any time.
"Find shelters and move the civilians away from the artillery fire." Jace gave orders to the troops. "Saint Port City has betrayed. They have violated the teachings of the Holy Emperor."
Jace gave orders to other troops to evacuate the unarmed civilians.
Afterwards, Jace led a team of Wild Wolf Warriors to formulate a raid plan to destroy the artillery positions in Saints Harbor City to avoid causing greater damage.
The roaring gunboat carried Jace and others to the sky above the Saint's Port City, and then the Primaris Space Marines jumped down.
With its strong body, it resisted the impact of the high-speed fall, causing the ground to shake.
Relying on their strong bodies, Jace and others' actions were very smooth and a large number of traitors were killed.
High explosives were placed at various gun positions and then detonated.
This gave the trapped troops and civilians a chance to catch their breath.
"This is your end, wolves."
When Jace and others entered the last position, Star Reaper - Harken had been waiting there for a long time.
The spear in the opponent's hand flashed with a vicious light, and Jace could feel the bloodthirsty desire of the demon trapped in the spear.
"This is also your doom." Jace was fearless. He gripped the scepter tightly in his hand and faced the Star Reaper - Harkon.
"Arrogance will pay a price."
Starreaver Harken launched the first attack. With a howl, he jumped up with his spear raised high and stabbed at Jace.
Jace went forward with the scepter in hand.
One was blessed with power by the gods, the other was created by the Imperial Regent with new technological power.
The two sides entered into a desperate confrontation of brute strength and skill.
"Pay the price, wild wolf. Today is your end."
Star Reaper Harkon had a twisted smile on his face, the power of the gods flowing through his body.
Jace remained silent, but his attacks became more and more fierce.
However, even though Jace activated the Emperor's Angel Battle Engine, he did not know much about this new ability.
Haken has served the gods for a long time and has mastered the power of blessing.
After hundreds of consecutive confrontations, Jace revealed a flaw.
Haken seized the opportunity and smashed through Jace's defense with his charged iron fist.
The power of the gods and the power of machines mixed together, the destructive power is extremely powerful.
Even if the Primaris Armor had been upgraded several times, it would still be difficult to resist this punch.
Jace's armor was shattered, and the bone shield protecting his chest was shattered into pieces.
He continued to spurt blood, staggered backwards, and even standing became difficult.
"You are as weak as ever! Do you think that the things Guilliman gave you will give you the capital to defeat me? No, you will always be a weakling in front of me." Haken raised the spear in his hand.
"The weak one is not him, but you, traitor."
The Father of Steel, Gabriel, descended from the sky wearing thrusters, and smashed Harkon with the hammer shining with arcs in his hand.
The attack was so powerful that the opponent was forced to give up his plan to kill Jace and raised his spear to resist Gabriel's attack.
The two weapons collided with such force that a shock wave appeared in the air.
"Do you think you can..." Haken wanted to taunt him, but he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and found that Jace, who had been severely injured by him just now, had recovered at some point, and the scepter in his hand had pierced his chest.
"You talk too much." Jace looked at the other party viciously, then activated the scepter and crushed the other party's body.
There was anger and the pleasure of killing his enemy in his eyes.
Star Reaper Harken staggered back two steps, stood for a few seconds, then his legs went limp and he fell to his knees.
Gabriel swung his hammer again, smashing his head into pieces.
Seeing the body of Star Reaper Harken, Jace was silent for a moment before he said, "Thank you, Gabriel."
"We are brothers, with the same goals and beliefs. There is no need for warriors to express gratitude to each other," Gabriel said. "I apologize for what happened before, and you are right to be angry. The Iron Hands have gone too far on this path. When this matter is over, I will personally go to Terra to report this matter to the Imperial Regent."
"The Imperial Regent will certainly not blame you. He is much more open-minded and merciful than we thought, Gabriel. I am sorry for the actions and vicious words I made toward you before."
Jess is sincere, every parent group has its own secrets.
The Iron Hands abused the fleshless abomination intelligence, but the mutation of the Space Wolves was also a difficult issue to talk about.
He has no right to condemn the other party.
Yet, driven by rage, he humiliated a noble warrior and friend.
"I don't care." Gabriel said, "In that situation, it's normal to be angry. What's more, you are wild wolves. Is a wolf still a wild wolf without anger?"
Just as Jace was about to say something, a strong beam of teleportation light appeared beside them.
In full view of the crowd, the number one rebel, the empire's greatest enemy, the great plunderer, the warmaster chosen by the four gods stepped out from the column of light.
Behind him are the elite warriors of the Black Legion.
Many of them are veterans from ten thousand years ago who participated in the Great Crusade.
He was powerful in combat, highly skilled, and had killed countless people.
The Great Predator was wearing a heavy Terminator armor, which was of a very ancient style.
When he just walked out, the surface of the armor was still flowing with the light of ether.
The opponent's aura was as terrifying as the abyss.
Gabriel happened to have his back to the beam of light and was the closest to it.
Before he could react, he was pierced and lifted up by Abaddon's Claw of Horus, and his head was chopped off by the magic sword Drachanion.
The speed was so fast that no one could react.
Just now, they were cheering for their victory.
Now, they watched as Gabriel was killed by Abaddon the Despoiler.
Jace looked at this scene, stunned for a moment, and then the uncontrollable anger made him howl.
They had just reconciled.
Gabriel died right in front of him.
No!
Jace was in great pain.
The death of his best friend made the wolf extremely sad and angry.
He launched an attack on Abaddon the Despoiler.
Abaddon wielded the demonic sword Drachanion, and an evil flame emanated from the blade covered with skulls.
The sword slashed straight through Jace's scepter, severing one of his arms, splitting his armor, and piercing his first heart.
Even with the battle engine activated, Jace had no chance of fighting back against Abaddon.
Just one blow left him nearly disabled.
When many Wild Wolves and Iron Hands saw their leader fall, they all rushed up violently.
The veterans of the Black Legion behind Abaddon also rushed forward.
The fighting between the two sides was extremely brutal.
Abaddon was in a state of chaos, slaughtering the loyalists.
The Claw of Horus and the demon sword Drachanion drank blood.
The loyalists were quickly slaughtered.
Just as Jace fell to the ground and was about to be executed.
A violent psychic lightning exploded in the air. Abaddon had to give up the attack and stretched out his hand to block the psychic lightning.
In the smoke that filled the battlefield, slender figures appeared and took away those Primaris Space Marines who were seriously injured but not dead.
The seriously injured Jace saw a slender figure standing next to him, and then the scene in front of him changed.
When he stabilized again, he had escaped from the battlefield and was sent to an unknown temple.
Before falling into coma, Jace saw an Eldar wearing a harlequin mask walking out of the temple.
Obviously, they saved themselves.
"Your destiny should not be cut here." The clown Eldar said, "You still have other missions to fulfill."