161 Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 163: Invincible Regent of the Empire
In this crisis, Valyrian did his best.
The automatic artillery arrays all over the city walls of Lion's Gate opened fire immediately.
There are also gunships and titans, as well as countless war implements carrying the wrath of humans as auxiliary.
They poured down a series of tightly intertwined walls of fire in an instant.
Pieces of demons fell under the crazy firepower sweep.
But more demons came up.
They climbed along the city walls, or flew to the palace with the help of wings.
The defense of the Lion's Gate is full of loopholes due to the problem of troop strength.
Even if the imperial guards who reacted arrived in time to help defend with the gray knights, the situation was not optimistic.
The devil's offensive is too powerful.
Even some of the Silent Sisters who were sitting in the inner court were dispatched.
These psychic nemesis are effective against warp daemons.
But these have been unable to prevent the final fate.
After thousands of years, the Lion's Gate was breached again by demons and traitors led by Angron.
The defense tower collapsed under the siege of the living.
The huge bronze mechanical door shattered under Angron's battle axe.
The demons poured into the outer court along the gap in the city wall.
The traitor standing at the front - Angron roared to the sky.
His roar was loud enough to be heard clearly and clearly for a hundred miles around.
Valyrian jumped off the fighter plane and immediately entered the battle.
The tide of magic is endless, and it seems that there is no end to the past.
Valyrian faced such a large number of demons for the first time.
He could feel a trace of the brutality of the war on the Internet Road in the past.
Sister Silence stood by his side, using the anti-psychic field to suppress the demons.
The gray knights have also activated their weapons to fight in the mad tide.
Relying on his keen combat intuition and the instinct derived from years of training, Valyrian brandished the weapon in his hand under the siege of countless demons.
Slashing, picking up, the moves are simple and effective.
The monsters rushing towards him were killed in an impeccable attack.
The silent nun who cooperated with him had an incomparable understanding.
This is the Emperor's design.
In that time when there was still hope, the Sisters of Silence enjoyed special treatment just like the Janissaries.
The power of the Great Sister is comparable to that of the Marshal of the Imperial Army, and she is the emperor's right-hand man.
But with the passage of time, they once disappeared in the mainstream history.
The High Lords don't like them.
Because of its soulless characteristics, it will make people feel very uncomfortable.
The Sisters of Silence can only be scattered in the galaxy, taking on the task of fighting against demons and cultists alone.
Until recently, they did not return to Terra.
Varelian heard that there were more Sisters of Silence beside the Primarch.
The Primarch is helping them restore their former identity and status, making them the most powerful force in the Empire against the warp.
The walls collapsed, and the Lionsgate fell.
Marshal Valanor of the Forbidden Army urgently mobilized the Forbidden Army from other regions to join the battle.
Even the Dreadnought Mecha, which had been sleeping for thousands of years, was dispatched.
Sleeping inside are the remains of Custodians who are traumatized, but still willing to serve the Emperor.
They roared from the Dreadnought's megaphones, their massive cannons spewed fury, and their chainswords whirled at high speed, slicing through every monster that tried to get in their way.
Millions of mortal armies use their flesh and blood to hold back the maddened enemies from advancing on the palace.
They are composed of the inanimate people of the warp and the already crazy thugs. The scale is absolutely no less than the siege battles of the past.
The torrent formed by the enemy army is uneven, and every monster that sweeps it is unique, and it is the incarnation of all kinds of strange nightmare entities in the dreams of mortals.
Those twisted and mutated thugs are mixed in the demon team, and they will let out piercing screams from time to time, and these sounds often contain madness and excitement to meet the doomsday of destruction.
In the vast battlefield of the imperial palace and outer court, the sound of sword clashes and heat waves that could burn everything echoed.
Valyrian was immersed in the killing, even if his muscles and bones were aching, he didn't care.
The Forbidden Army must not fail again.
Devils must never be allowed to step into the inner court again.
"Reload." Valyrian threw the halberd in his hand to his machine slave, and took the spare weapon.
Turn around, bend your knees, and then lift up, directly disemboweling the demon that was pounced on him.
He fought hard, and like the other Loyalists, he wanted to drive out those demons, at least take back the Lion's Gate.
The vicinity of him has been covered with corpses, and the stench is almost poisonous.
It's a pity that the demons are endless, and so are the thugs.
The enemy rushed to the fire defense built by the loyalists again and again.
Those great demons of Khorne, who were bleeding with blood, burning with black fire, and merged with the blood god, destroyed all defenses.
The high towers collapsed in front of them, the tanks were overturned and destroyed like toys, and the city walls were reduced to ruins in the vibration and impact.
Nothing can stop them.
The mortal soldiers who tried to flee from them were either torched or hacked to pieces by their axes.
We are about to fail again.
Is it like a monarch who couldn't protect himself like 10,000 years ago?
A thought frightened Valyrian.
Those big demons are wreaking havoc, and there is nothing that can stop them.
"Kill." Valyrian suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and rushed towards one of the great demons.
The Gray Knight and the Sister of Silence followed closely behind him.
It was truly a colossus, bigger than any foe Valyrian had ever seen, indistinguishable from a titan.
Varerian also saw the monster tear apart the titans stationed in the palace.
Thinking of this, Valyrian became even more dissatisfied with the high lords, and even wanted to kill them.
The Firebee Titan Legion and the Jiaoyang Titan Legion, which were originally in charge of guarding the palace, were sent to the Beta-Galmon galaxy by those **** high lords.
Now, there are only some small and medium titans left in the palace.
There is no Emperor class, and there is no Apocalypse class.
This stupid behavior caused the defense of the palace to plummet.
When the matter subsided, Valyrian vowed that he would make a recommendation to the Custodian Marshal and make those guys pay a heavy price.
They had strayed from His vision.
Ignoring Terra's defenses for power.
Such behavior cannot be forgiven and must be paid
The great demon of Khorne roared, and with every step he took, he would sink into the concrete and sink in, leaving a profane mark on the ground, burning with black fire.
Its power is not inferior to that of a mechanically built Titan, and its strong and powerful body contains the surging power of a volcano.
The ax in his hand is about the size of a heavy tank chassis, and it looks very heavy, and a mortal can't bear a blow from it.
As the ax blade roared across the air, it left a trail of flames in the air.
The great demon put away the pair of bat wings with bony spurs, and landed freely from a height of hundreds of meters.
Following its movement, the earth made an overwhelmed rumble.
The high platform was trampled under it, and its muscular arms held a flaming battle axe.
It looked at Valyrian and the others who were rushing towards him, and roared challengingly.
The roar was deafening, and even aroused a gust of wind.
Some low-level demons lost control because of this, and ran into others of the same kind.
The mortal soldiers who remained nearby screamed in pain at his roar.
The violent ether surrounds it, and those eyes are full of malice,
The Sisters of Silence and the Gray Knights surrounding Valyrian all drew their weapons.
The anti-psychic power field spread automatically, covering the big demon.
But it doesn't care. Even with its physical body, it is confident enough to kill these stupid ants.
Valyrian rushed up first, and his speed was always the fastest.
"The corpse emperor's slave." The great demon roared.
"Go back, Puppet of the Blood God." Valyrian held a weapon in his hand and gave his own response.
He could feel the depravity emanating from these fragments of Khorne.
It's like a melting pot, boiling with uncontrollable rage.
Valyrian had accumulated enough kinetic energy for his charge within this short distance.
He clenched the halberd in his hand, jumped up within a suitable distance, and slashed at the demon fiercely.
The Gray Knight and the Sister of Silence jumped up the steps right behind him without hesitation.
The weapons in their palms were ready to go, shouting condemnation and firm inner words, and launched an attack on the demon together.
Bombs blared, and swords cut through the air.
By taking advantage of the kinetic energy of the jump and the potential energy of the fall, the halberd in Valyrian's hand slammed into the giant ax of Khorne.
Demon iron with the power of **** against the steel of the empire.
The huge impact sound set off a shock wave visible to the naked eye.
Varerian's body was directly blown away by this shock wave, and the Great Demon of Khorne also stepped back a few steps one after another.
The gray knights and the nuns of silence took the opportunity to attack other positions of the demon.
One gray knight smashed the knee pads of the demon with an armor-piercing warhammer, another shouted the name of the emperor and smashed the opponent's head, and the other gray knights stabbed and slashed with their swords, and then continuously fired blessed bomb.
The Sisters of Silence are also mixed among the Gray Knights. Their special abilities strip the demon of its subspace power, allowing it to fight against it only by ordinary rules.
The great demon let out a roar, swung his tomahawk with his powerful arms, a gray knight was chopped off in the middle, and the mutilated limbs burned in the black fire.
One of the Sisters of Silence was knocked off the dais by its savage impact, and the battle ax in her hand killed another nun and covered the floor of the dais with burning flames.
Valyrian got up, his jaw was bleeding, and his arm felt sore.
He suppressed the pain of his flesh and charged even faster, leaping and slashing again.
They are fragments of Khorne, fueled by the eternal rage dissolved in blood, and driven by the never-ending killing at their core.
Even the weapons of the gray knights can only cause very little damage to them.
And their attacks are extremely deadly to the loyalists of the empire.
No matter what type of Terminator armor or the golden armor of the Custodian Army, it is as fragile as paper in front of the great demon of Khorne.
However, Valyrian didn't hesitate at all, he rushed forward again.
Knowing that he must die, but he is still going forward.
Only in this way can one have a chance of victory.
Valyrian's halberd pierced the demon's body, and the spear tip shone with blue arcs of disintegrating force fields, all sinking into the enemy's body.
Painful roars sounded, and the demon was angry that he was severely injured by ants.
Valyrian let out a roar, shouted the slogan of dying for the emperor, stirred the war halberd in his hand, and then pulled it out suddenly.
The scorching blood of the devil also spurted out immediately after.
The gray knights launched a joint attack again. They united together and attacked the demon's joints, heart and other important positions, further increasing the results.
The injury made the big demon even crazier. As it roared, lower-level demons also gathered and surrounded the high platform.
A Gray Knight is overwhelmed, ripped apart by the endless demons in a desperate roar.
This forced Valyrian and others to have to separate some people to prevent the low-level demons from destroying their plans.
This makes combat operations against a great demon even more difficult.
Valyrian endured the pain in his body, ignoring the painful groans from the battle armor, he rushed forward again, stabbing the opponent's thigh with the halberd in his hand, and with the help of the disintegrating force field, another deep wound was drawn .
The gray knight who led the team slammed into the face of the great demon with a warhammer, breaking one of its horns burning with black fire, and deflecting its huge head.
The great demon roared in rage, and it threw a punch and hit a gray knight.
There was an ear-piercing voice from the heavy iron-gray body.
The gray knight's bones and battle armor were all shattered under the terrifying brute force.
Then, the monster turned its head and looked at Valyrian, with terrible anger streaming from its eyes.
The battle ax in his hand slashed at the imperial army.
Valyrian tried his best to block the opponent's blow, but he flew out anyway.
The warframe let out a shrill siren, showing multiple damages, and his bones shattered in the confrontation.
The emperor gave the Custodians a powerful enough genetic modification, otherwise Valyrian would explode under the blow of the great demon and become countless scattered wreckage.
The big demon rushed to the imperial army, it knew that the biggest threat was the corpse emperor's slave.
They were given flesh and power against the Warp.
Only by killing him can victory be achieved.
But the gray knight and the nun of silence didn't let it get what it wanted. A nun of silence slashed at its knee with a huge sword with all her strength.
The crackling giant sword cut into the demon's blood-red muscle, and cut open the gray-white tendon.
The great demon let out a desperate roar. Such a wound is not considered a serious injury in the subspace.
But this is the real universe, and everything needs to follow the laws of reality.
Joints were broken, and the archdemon failed to deliver the final blow to Valyrian.
It lost its balance and fell.
Valyrian ignored the bone spurs and broken armor remaining in his body, and stabbed it at the throat with the halberd in his hand.
The powerful recovery ability continued to his bones and flesh, and was destroyed again in his reckless counterattack.
The war halberd shining with the light of the disintegrating force field was completely submerged into the demon's body, leaving only a spear handle at the end.
The other Gray Knights and Sisters of Silence all shot together.
Smash every tendon and joint of the opponent to ensure that the opponent will never be able to stand up again.
Waiting until the great demon of Khorne stopped moving, Valyrian drew out his halberd, leaning on the halberd to barely stand on the battlefield.
He looked around and could see Loyalists who had lost a lot.
This is just a small tragic victory. In order to kill a big demon, the team of Gray Knight and Sister of Silence has been torn apart, and everyone is wounded.
Even himself.
His injury is so serious that he needs a professional therapist to treat him, otherwise the remaining bone spurs and ruptured tendons will make him useless.
However, the current war situation made him dare not even think about leaving the battlefield.
The devil has gained complete advantage, he must continue to fight in order to protect the palace.
Not every team can win, many teams composed of Custodians, Gray Knights and Sisters of Silence failed, they were torn apart by the Archdemon.
On the other side, the Custodian Marshal and the most elite Gray Knights and Sisters of Silence are fighting Angron.
Their situation is also not good.
Marshal of the Forbidden Army-Valano is the strongest and most intelligent representative of the Forbidden Army.
Valyrian acknowledged this.
Whether it is strategy or wisdom, he is inferior to Valanor.
However, at this time Valano was already scarred.
His golden armor was shattered, struggling to hold on under Angron's berserk attack, and then was knocked into the air, crashing into the wreckage of a burning tank in the distance.
Those Gray Knights and Sisters of Silence were powerless to stop this violent Demon Primarch, who was wantonly harvested and killed by him.
The forbidden army teamed up to fight, but they were also at a disadvantage.
Their front is slowly crumbling.
Once Valanor is killed in battle, the remaining troops of the empire will be forced to retreat to the gate of the end.
That is the place where the rebels once attacked ten thousand years ago.
Varerian wants to go to support the battlefield where Valanor is.
But he fell down after taking two steps. The others had no choice but to take him to break out, hand him over to the healing machine slave, and send him on a fighter plane to retreat to the rear.
Valanor, the Marshal of the Custodian Army who fought against Angron, has fallen into despair.
The power of the Demon Primarch is beyond imagination.
The primarch was once his most outstanding creation, and now he has been blessed by the power of chaos.
Every time he blocked a blow, the Marshal of the Forbidden Army could feel that his internal organs had shifted, and the sweet and greasy blood kept pouring into his throat.
Another blow, Valano felt that his arm had been broken by the huge impact, and his limbs flew to the side weakly.
This time, he didn't have the strength to stand up again.
The armor was broken, and the bones in the body were also broken in many places.
He didn't even have the ability to get up.
"The end." Angron roared.
He strode towards the direction of the palace, swung the blood ax burning with black flames, and cut the rushing Gray Knight in two.
Those silent nuns are more vulnerable in front of him, and can be destroyed at will.
Even the assembled Custodians could not stop the demon primarch, and could only be reduced to his axe.
The Great Demon of Khorne and Angron reunited.
No power can stop them from entering the palace.
People are all crying in horror.
All hope is lost.
Everything will go to destruction.
Some commanders standing on the high wall almost fainted. Could it be that the empire that has stood for thousands of years will be terminated today?
At the hands of a treacherous Daemon Primarch, headed for destruction.
at this time.
The melodious, grand hymn suddenly echoed on the battlefield of Terra.
It is so holy, so holy, guiding those souls who are suffering and confused in whispers.
In the endless darkness, a paradise of light is reflected.
The reverberation of the chant announces something is coming.
announces the end of something.
The demons screamed, they didn't like the sound.
It's like humans don't like that weird whisper.
Angron stopped in his tracks, and he looked towards the burning sky with a feeling in his heart.
The sound came from there, and a ship emitting golden light in the void was mooring in Terra's low-earth orbit.
The power of the emperor emanates with the help of countless believers and lighthouse devices, suppressing the blood god's domain.
The burning blood-colored sky was pierced by the holy golden light.
It's like a cracked darkness, light drilled out from the cracked gap, replacing the original color.
Under the gaze of the people in deep despair, the fire of despair is burning, and in the sky filled with blood-colored clouds, beams of light emerge, extremely bright, shining arcs, representing purity and holiness.
Those beams of light are majestic and spectacular, as if connecting heaven and earth.
They are symbols of human anger and the mighty power of human technology.
The moment the beam of light hit the ground, there was a violent air current, and all the nearby demons and thugs were blown away.
"For Guilliman, for the Holy Emperor."
Deafening, enough to shake the entire world's war roar sounded.
Already ready to go, Primaris Space Marines who had sharpened their swords filed out.
They formed a battle formation, like ancient warriors, walking out of the beam of light.
Destroying everything, like an iron fist smashing all unsightly clay sculptures.
Those survivors who have not yet lost themselves and shivered in the dark cannot find any words to describe this scene.
It's like in an ancient myth, the **** of mercy sent his angels to descend from the sky to sweep away all evil spirits.
They shed tears of excitement, watching those powerful warriors behead any enemy who dared to attack them.
On the battlefield outside the imperial palace, many loyalists who were still struggling to resist the demons were also deeply shocked.
See the beam of light falling from the sky, and see the soldiers walking out of the beam of light.
Those warriors were taller, stronger, and armed with more advanced weapons than previous Space Marines.
They destroy everything, they destroy everything.
They are invincible.
The demons screamed in agony, and they were reduced to powder under the furious fire of the reinforcements.
Thugs died crying.
Any resistance is meaningless.
All that remains for the enemies of the Empire is death.
Only death.
Behind the Primaris Space Marines, there are huge regiments of Astra Militarum, tank groups and knight titans.
They also came out of the beam of light, full of mystery.
At this time, the sound of whistling came.
The clouds in the scarlet sky were cut, passing dense fighter planes like bee swarms.
They started round after round of saturation bombing against the ground.
Those soldiers are all wearing exoskeleton armor equipped with automatic laser guns and artillery. Their forward speed and firepower are not comparable to Terra's corps.
The difference between the two is like one in the age of flintlocks and the other in the age of information technology. It is not a concept at all.
The design of those tanks is even crazier. They completely abandon the tracks and use anti-gravity suspension propulsion. They are faster and have more ferocious firepower.
The Knight Titans gathered into a phalanx, like an ancient cavalry battle formation, charged against the energy shield, tearing apart all enemies with power spears and cannons.
Valanor, who was helped to stand up, looked no less astonished than the mortal soldiers next to him. He couldn't imagine what kind of army it was.
When did the empire have such an army? ?
Angron roared to the sky, roaring for the reversal of the battle situation.
"Long time no see, Angron, I didn't expect you to be as irritable as ever."
A clear voice sounded, extremely penetrating, and everyone on the battlefield could hear it very clearly.
In the beam of light, a mythical figure appeared.
He was wearing azure power armor inlaid with a golden double-headed eagle, and his figure was much taller than those modified interstellar warriors, like a giant.
Loyal guards swarmed around him, Ultramar's banner held tightly by them.
That flag fluttered for everyone to see.
Everyone held their breath the moment they saw that face.
So perfect, so divine.
Those who have suffered have sworn in secret for a split second that they will devote their eternal loyalty to this one person.
Only the collapse of the stars, the destruction of all things can make this oath invalid.
His coming is the beginning of hope.
His arrival is a symbol of victory.
"Guilliman." Angron roared.
"I'm glad you still remember my name. Angron, kneel before me." Guilliman stood in front of the honor guards, looked at Angron who had been completely distorted into a demon form, with a smile on his face. Said with a smile.
So confident, even in front of countless demons and traitorous primarchs, he is still so calm, as if he doesn't take them seriously.
Everyone feels that the oppressive battlefield is instantly lightened, and they no longer feel hopeless.
Belonging to human beings, the victory belonging to the empire is bound to come.
His arrival means that everything has been settled.
"Kneel to you?" Angron's eyes were burning with anger, and the battle ax in his hand was clenched more and more tightly.
"Yes, I am the lord of Ultramar, the regent of the human empire, the highest authority in the empire, and the executor of the emperor's will. For the sake of our brothers, kneel to me, it is your soul The only way to rest in peace," said Guilliman.
"Your arrogance is no different from his, Guilliman." Angron said.
"This is an opportunity for you. If you don't want to, I can break your legs and make you kneel."
Guilliman activated the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and golden flames rose up.
Seeing the sword unveiled on the battlefield, countless loyalists of the empire cheered excitedly.
Valano also looked shocked, and many imperial guards gathered around him.
After thinking for a moment, Varanor knew that the arrival of Guilliman was his vision, otherwise Guilliman would never be able to activate the Emperor's Sword.
"Support the Regent of the Empire, and the Wanfu will fight for him," Valano said.
Many forbidden soldiers stepped forward. They assembled into battle formations, raised their blades in the ancient sacred chants, and charged the demons again.
A archdemon of Khorne charged at Guilliman, intending to decapitate a Primarch for his master.
The heavy body trampled on the concrete ground, every step made the surroundings vibrate, leaving burning hoofprints one by one.
Its battle ax burns with black flames, and it is gripped in a thick, bone-spurred palm bound with iron chains.
Hacking a primarch while men and demons watch.
"Go to hell, son of the corpse emperor." The big demon roared.
"This is an offense, the Inanimate." Guilliman said indifferently, he raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and the golden light enveloped him.
The Primarch's eyes shone with light, a mixture of gold and blue light.
The demon screamed and fled the area he was in.
The big demon showed a rare expression of panic, and it suddenly realized how reckless its actions were.
The power of dominion and the power of the emperor exist in Guilliman's body at the same time.
Ordinary demons are not enough to fight him.
No one can see Guilliman's shot clearly.
Just a sword.
The big demon let out a series of screams in the light, and then turned into dust.
All the gray knights, mortals, nuns of silence and the imperial army who had experienced the **** battle just now fell silent.
Just a single sword, directly beheaded the big demon that they couldn't kill with all their strength.
What kind of power is this?
What kind of power is this?
This is no less than the Return of the Emperor.
The other great demons felt the same breath as their master from Guilliman's body.
Not that powerful, but full of endless potential.
A potential god.
God who walks in the real universe.
"Angron, now it's your turn." Guilliman turned to Angron and said flatly.
"Guilliman." Angron gritted his teeth, shook his head, and expelled those weak thoughts from his mind.
He clenched his battle ax tightly, roared, and rushed towards Guilliman.
"It is not a wise choice to lay hands on me." Guilliman also rushed forward, "Do you think I am a slave owner? Angron, will hands to me satisfy your fragile heart?"
The battle between the two sides stirred up violent air currents and waves of psionic energy.
Ordinary people have no way to intervene in such a battle.
It is difficult to even get close, very reluctantly, and will be torn apart by the turbulent current.
"You are only a slave, Guilliman, and that has never changed." Angron swung his battle ax and growled, just like the battle ten thousand years ago.
"Angron, everyone is a slave." Guilliman did not kill Angron directly like beheading a big demon, but easily blocked his blow, and retorted slowly, "Whose fate We are not independent, we are connected to others. We are enslaved, whether overtly or secretly. What is the difference between the natural mission and the bond of slavery?"
"We can't choose our own destiny, we can only choose the attitude towards fate. You chose to surrender, didn't you? Cowardly and incompetent. You once bowed your knee to the emperor, now you bow to the blood god, maybe in the future, you will still bow to I bow my knees. Your fate is to kneel, kneel forever, and never have the courage to resist fate. You are not as good as those gladiators who died in Nukelia. They knew they were weaker than you, and they knew that they would die if they resisted the nobles. , but they were never afraid."
"And you look very powerful, but you are afraid. You are afraid of being killed by your father, so you took over the War Dogs Legion and made them slaves to please your father. You didn't even dare to resist, so you could only follow Helu It was only after Si's back that he dared to raise the butcher knife that was cut at his father."
Guilliman today is more eloquent and sharper than Guilliman 10,000 years ago. He directly ridiculed the things that Angron was most painful and cared about.
"Shut up, Guilliman," Angron growled.
The slash of the battle ax was easily blocked by Guilliman, which made him even more furious.
"Why did you tell me to shut up? Instead of contradicting me, is it because what I said is true. Admit it, Angron, your tragedy stems from your cowardice. You betrayed your father, but you still dare not pursue the true Freedom, you can only hide behind another slave owner, pretending to be very powerful."
Guilliman easily dealt with Angron's attack.
"Aren't you too?" Angron howled.
"I am the highest ruler in the empire. My father has already left. He will never be able to leave the golden throne to speak. The empire that the Primarchs spent their efforts to build has become my pocket, and no one can challenge my position." Guilliman's words were relaxed and humorous. He didn't seem to take this battle seriously, and he was just chatting with this battle.
"Maybe my destiny was once controlled by others, but now it won't. I am free. There are many ways to fight, and I chose to fight, but you chose to submit cowardly, so I succeeded and got freedom. And you continue your life as a slave."
Guilliman has many ways to expel Angron without contact.
But that is meaningless.
If the empire wants to develop steadily, it must have some fun for the demons in the subspace.
Angron is obviously a good trigger point.
"Do you know where the souls of your gladiator friends are?" Guilliman asked while blocking Angron's attack.
Angron didn't answer, he just launched an attack frantically, trying to kill Guilliman.
But no matter how he attacked, Guilliman was able to handle it with ease, and it was extremely easy.
"They are tortured in the warp, without the blessing of faith, they cannot enter the emperor's kingdom, and the gods spurn them." Guilliman whispered, as if the whisper of a demon was full of bewitching, "Lo Did Jia tell you what is the condition for you to ascend? What do you need to pay?"
"Shut up." Angron roared.
Guilliman was indifferent, he showed a bigger smile.
"It's the souls of your companions. Lorgar's ritual sacrifices the souls of your companions and all life on the planet Nukelia. Their souls are chewed into waste by your gods, and then thrown away, falling into Lorgar's hands , to become a new demon slave. Tsk tsk, Lorgar is really good to you, making you a slave, and making those souls who died with free will become slaves again, just to make you no longer alone."
"No!" The flames on Angron's body burned again, and he slashed at Guilliman like crazy.
The battle ax and the emperor's sword collided, and each time there was a loud sound, the air waves rolled, and the people next to them were blown away.
The place where two people fight
"Your companions must be grateful to you. You took them to die, and then took them to slavery. You became slaves to the blood gods, slaves to Lorgar. Ah, gladiators of great freedom, enslaved forever They are really good brothers. Angron, you will always be a coward. You dare not say that you rebelled against your father, nor dare you rebel against the blood god. Look at how fierce you are now, It makes me a little scared, are you trying to please Khorne? Just like you did to please your father back then, then you really haven't changed at all."
"Father will give you a reward, I guess, the blood **** will give you one too? A reward, or a crown? It's so sad, Angron, look, father fooled you, Horus fooled You, Lorgar is fooling you, and the Blood God is also fooling you, but you don't even have the courage to resist."
"But it's normal. After all, not everyone is as good and rebellious as me. The power is in your hands, and you are in charge of Terra, the new savior of mankind. In the future, a character like you will not be qualified to talk to me. Those who can talk to me There is only your master. Everyone is a Primarch, why am I so good, but you are so unbearable?"
Guilliman spoke slowly, and then seized a flaw, and an elbow hit Angron back, causing several of his teeth to fall out.
Angron went completely crazy, and Guilliman condemned every sentence, but he was not the opponent of the opponent, and was suppressed by the opponent all the time.
"The game is over, Angron, you have to kneel down for me."
Guilliman swung Angron away with his sword, his speed was so fast that only people could see afterimages.
With the blessing of dominance, Angron is not his opponent at all.
Guilliman abandoned the Emperor's Sword, grabbed the Butcher's Nail on the back of Angron's head, and pulled it violently as if grabbing a hair, forcing him to look up.
A punch hit Angron's face, causing his teeth to fly out mixed with blood.
Then, another punch.
The action is extremely simple, but it shocked countless demons and survivors.
The powerful and unstoppable Angron was directly held down and beaten by the Regent of the Empire.
The shock to them was even more shocking than Guilliman killing the great demon with the sword of the Emperor.
After punching several times in a row, Angron was completely changed.
Guilliman broke his bones and twisted his tendons.
Make it lose the ability to continue to resist.
Then Guilliman grabbed his batwing, and with a sudden force of both hands, Angron tore it off alive amidst Angron's painful screams.
Hot blood spurted out.
Guilliman lifted the battered Angron high.
In the middle of the battlefield, everyone can see clearly.
Angron's limbs slumped limply after being deprived of the ability to resist, and he could only let out a powerless roar.
"Angron, remember this day. I will not kill you, but you will always be ashamed. You are a coward, a coward who dares not stand up to anyone, and you only dare to show your strength against the weak. You are just A **** that doesn't deserve a spine because your weakness is disgusting."
After speaking, Guilliman slammed Angron on his knee, and the sound of the demon primarch's spine breaking resounded throughout the battlefield.
Demons and mortals were shocked by this scene.
The roaring monsters also fell silent one after another.
Guilliman threw the limp Angron to the ground.
"You are no longer qualified to fight me, Angron. I don't like fighting slaves. This is the last time, as punishment and humiliation for your past mistakes. Go back to your master and follow it Let's fight against me. A domesticated dog barks only when its owner is around."
Guilliman stepped on Angron's head, looking around at the demons and thugs.
"I order in the name of the Regent of the Empire to kill all the monsters who invaded my father's palace."
