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"██████," said the Alpha Legionnaire, before asking the same question.

After getting a reply from Sorolla An, the soldiers of the Alpha Legion asked:

"An Alpha lurking in the Legion of the Winged Angels? I thought it was an impossible task."

"It's not as difficult as you imagined," Sorolla An replied lightly.

The two kept a suitable distance, approaching carefully like two porcupines, Sorolla An asked in a low voice:

"What is the next goal of the Legion?"

"..." The alpha soldier took off his helmet, pulled out his tactical dagger, and scratched his face. The blood flowed from the tip of the knife to the soldier's palm. Afterwards, he threw the dagger to Sorolla An. After taking the dagger and licking the blood on it, the victim closed his eyes and felt it quietly.

After a moment he opened his eyes and said:

"I see, and I will do my best to facilitate the Primarch's decision."

"One more thing," said the Alpha Warrior, "the Primarch wants us to find his brother."

"and then?"

"kill him."

Sorolla An raised his eyebrows. He played with the dagger in his hand and said casually, "Do you know how difficult this task is?"

"Of course, but this is the order of the Primarch... The other lord does not understand the painstaking efforts of Lord Omega, nor does he understand what human beings mean to Chaos."

"Oh, it's the same old thing again..." Sorolla An shrugged, walked to the side of the Alpha Warrior, handed the dagger to the latter, and said:

"Okay, I see, now I need you to help me deal with the scene."

"The scene? What else do you want to do, this is enough..."

The soldier of the Alpha Legion said, but then his body froze... Sorolla An raised her plasma pistol and pointed it at the head of the Alpha soldier, tilted her head, and said:

"It seems that after I left, the Legion has developed well, but unfortunately, it is still almost there."

The Alpha Warrior opened his eyes wide, his eyes were full of disbelief, and then reflected the suddenly bright blue light:

"you are--!"

The light flashed across the dark basement of the hive, scaring away a few creatures that were probably mice.

Seeing the headless corpse lying on the ground, Sorolla An blew on the muzzle of the gun and let the plasma pistol spin in his palm a few times, just like those past ones he saw in his father's library... what is it call?cowboy?After spinning the pistol a few times like that, he put it back on his waist.

"Really...why do I feel like I've been having trouble with other people these days..." Sorolla An complained, but her heart was also tinged with worry. Since he left, the Alpha Legion Farther and farther down the wrong road, they are immersed in the satisfaction of "being someone else", and they have fallen from another level.

Not to mention, Omega believed the lie of the so-called secret religion, which led to the current situation of being in a stalemate. Perhaps after a while, even the Alpha Legion itself would fall into division.

Thinking of this group of alphas with super mobility, brains and thoughts messing around like a Leman Russ in the entire galaxy, Sorolla An felt a headache... Huh?He recalled the information he had just received and had some plans in his mind.

However, there are still things to do now...

Fifteen minutes later, reinforcements from other teams arrived.

What caught their eyes was Sorolla Ann, who was lying in a pool of blood. The latter was leaning against the wall, panting weakly. A bloodstain caused by moving his blood-stained hands extended to the corpses not far away. there.

There, Promea's corpse was lying on the far side, with an expression of disbelief frozen on his face, blood was bubbling from the big hole in his chest, and on the farther side was the corpse of another honor knight , Surrounding them were the corpses of several Alpha Legion soldiers.

"Pharmacist! Pharmacist, come here! Captain Sorolla An is still alive!"

Two soldiers put Sorolla An gently on the suspended stretcher, and led him away slowly. At this last moment, when no one was paying attention, Sorolla An slightly opened one eye and saw Prome Ya's body was collected and placed on another suspended stretcher.

He suddenly had an illusion, as if the young soldier was still looking at him, with that expression of disbelief... The corners of his mouth moved, Sorolla An closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Chapter 474 Chapter 280 Five Plague Tide

When the artillery fire stopped briefly, the soldiers guarding the outer positions of the palace defense line couldn't help but breathe a little bit of relief. They didn't know why the enemy suspended the artillery fire, but this was indeed a good opportunity.

A large number of wounded and corpses were carried off the ground, new soldiers were dispatched to all fronts, and the destroyed defense facilities were also urgently repaired, until a soldier carrying a stretcher fell to the ground, his vomiting blood seemed to be open What switch? For a while, people on all the positions began to vomit blood and vomit one after another...

These non-combat attrition fighters were arranged in a large medical facility, but soon there were cases of similar symptoms among the medical staff there!

At this moment, the outer positions were subjected to a brief but extremely violent orbital bombardment. Accompanied by the shock waves and dust raised by the bombing, the defenders were horrified to find that gases of different colors swept from the dust!

"poison gas--!"

Shrill whistles and ear-piercing alarms spread throughout the entire perimeter. All the ordinary soldiers were frantically looking for and wearing gas masks, and tens of thousands of hands were touching the storage bags at their waists at the same time.The space fighters in the front line appear calm and composed, and the completely enclosed power armor allows them to move freely in harmful environments.

After tens of thousands of years of development, poisonous gas has not only not been eliminated, but has even become more efficient. Those terrible gases that are different from normal air and can be seen by anyone instantly triggered the instinct of suffocation and pain in the human brain, fear The soldiers were driven to put on the gas masks as quickly as possible.

The yellow-brown dust and mist swept across the entire position, blurring people's vision. Under the protection of the gas masks, the soldiers could only breathe repeatedly over and over again. They couldn't help but thank the Lord Rorschach who had never shown up. People, or the powerful forces behind him, provided most of the supplies and equipment for the defenders of the Empire on Terra, especially the conscripts like them, which effectively protected them who should have been consumed life.

A dead silence fell, and the fog criss-crossed.

The piercing whistling sound shattered the deadly silence, the burning meteor above the position fell from the distant sky, and the sudden roar of the artillery shocked the whole land——

The Death Guard Legion fell from orbit, bringing death and plague with it!

The impact brought by the airborne pod blows away the yellow-brown poisonous mist, and the huge energy brought by the fall can kill any life below, even if you are a powerful warrior armed with genes and armor.The hatches of the airborne pods were opened from the inside, and some were even blasted open. The scattered fragments flew over the position with sharper screams.

The giant's body smashed into the mist. They were wearing green and white power armor decorated with patterns of death. The armor was filthy, covered with stains and rust. Black smoke was discharged from the power system pipeline, pulling out a black Beacon.

This is a horde of walking corpses dominated by blight and rot, yet refusing to fall.

"shooting!"

Laser rifles, automatic cannons, tank artillery, grenades, rocket launchers, all weapons that can be used and the firepower in them are poured on the walking corpses, but they bear it silently, and then use a slow but firm posture Close to the defensive line.

After enduring nearly a thousand shots from laser rifles, strafing from automatic cannons, and several explosive bombs, the No.1 Death Guard fell, his broken body knelt down and fell into the dust, and in that After the body stopped moving completely, green dangerous gas emerged from the corpse and mixed into the yellow-brown smoke still floating over the position, no one noticed.

A warrior of the Imperial Fist jumped out of the ditch. The chainsword in his hand roared and pierced through the chest of a death guard, even stirring constantly. With his own weapon, using the same angle and the same method, he pierced the Emperor Fist fighter's chest...

As the rusted chainsword stopped turning, the Death Guard drew his weapon and moved forward silently. On the soles of his feet, mold and blisters gradually grew on the body of the Imperial Fist, and the armor was slowly corroded. From it grew a monster made of twisted flesh, and the monster stepped forward, moving forward with the death guards.

The tidal sound of the subspace reverberates under this sky. Even though it is weakened by the psionic barrier built by the Thousand Sons Legion, the power of chaos is still terrifying. The boundary between the subspace and the real world, throwing its will and power on the heads of the unyielding human beings.

The front line is at stake, and the fall of the position is imminent!

"Can't attack now, you can't take your legion, I forbid you to do that."

"You can't bind the wind. We go on the Great Crusade to liberate, not to sacrifice."

"The things they used to attack the periphery are rubbish, scum and criminals. Now the death guards are sent to prove that Horus has no more options. He must kill a key person at a key node to gain tactical advantage. Transfer!"

"It's power to make the enemy change his plans, to force them to respond to you...a general who waits for the enemy to act is a defeated general, I learned that as a child."

"Your war is different from mine."

"People are at risk."

"Enough! You two, the current quarrel is meaningless, and the enemy's future movements are still unclear—"

"...Brother, tell me, who am I going to face?"

"I can't predict that."

"Will I save a life?"

"many."

"Then I shall go through fire and water."

The high-pitched and pure roar of the engine dispelled the fog. It was the grand sound of hoverbikes, Land Speeders and Thunderhawk fighter jets. The wonderful ensemble of five thousand engines was as magnificent as any human being could play. symphony.

A series of white figures flitted across the sky. These fearless riders held their lances and bolt guns and roared forward. The airflow from the anti-gravity engine blew away the gravel and dust underneath, and the plasma The jet port of the engine turned into a ball of dancing flames——

The wind has come, the white scar has come!

Chogoris' war eagle, the great Khan of Chagatai has arrived!

"My sons," the Great Khan shouted loudly, his beard and hair fluttering in the wind, and the scimitar in his hand shone like a silver moon, "go and save those brave warriors, go and save our brothers and sisters!"

The White Scars responded to their Gene-Father with ever-quicker dashes and cries over the comm channels, flying over the heads of the conscripts and piercing the Death Guard's attacking force from the left flank of the entire line.

In the poisonous fog, a tall figure holding a giant sickle looms...

Chapter 475 Chapter 280 Chapter [-] War Eagle and Death

In a silent rage, Jaghatai Khan put on his helmet and charged into the Death Guard's lines. A single stroke of the scimitar in his hand could take the life of a son of Mortarion, if They also have words for the concept of "life".

The White Scars followed their father, and the whirlwind from the levitating motorcycle blew away the poisonous gas and stench of the Death Guard. The soldiers of Chogoris kept shooting with their bolt guns, stabbing from one place to another, They are like eagles that never stop, chasing one prey after another.

The Death Guard likes to line up in a neat line, and then wipe out the enemy with overwhelming close-range firepower, repaying all the attacks received with perseverance and tenacity... But the Great Khan did not give the Death Guard a chance to show his strengths, he led the White Scars They rushed into the formation before the corrupted ones formed, breaking up their formation.

But soon, the Death Guards gave up on this behavior. They dispersed and advanced in shorter lines, turning a deaf ear to the attack of the White Scars.

"Ok?"

Chagatai Khan sensed that something was wrong. There were not many soldiers behind him, and most of them were separated from the front lines. Currently, there were only about 200 people following him, but at this moment, A rotten smell penetrated his helmet and reached the Khan's nostrils... The Great Khan ignored the disgusting smell, his eyes were full of anger and regret, he looked straight ahead, and let out a roar:

"Mortarion, what have you become?!"

Mortarion's silence answered him only.

Lord of the Death Guard, King of Barbarus, Slayer, Corrupted, Mortarion, armed with his scythe "Death", came down before Jaghatai Khan surrounded by Death Shrouds. Every time he takes a step forward, the white scars behind Khan will cause several people to fall down due to viruses and diseases!

Chogoris' war eagle will not ignore his offspring being slaughtered. He strikes first, and the cloak is straightened by the instant gust of wind. After the cloak slowly falls, the scimitar and scythe touch, and the two men with the same bloodline The giants wrestled with each other, not retreating a step.

The sickle and the blade touched several times, and the shock wave rolled up a burst of ashes and dust. No one could see the trajectory of the two Primarchs wielding their swords clearly. With tenacity and meticulousness.

"Chaghatai, my loving father is willing to accept everything about you," Mortarion said. Most of his cheeks were hidden behind the gas mask, but even those exposed parts were full of cracks... The once sensitive and gloomy But the person full of tenderness has disappeared, and now Mortarion has completely turned into a servant of Chaos, which makes Khan's heart ache, as if his heart was torn apart by countless swords.

"I originally planned to intercept you before you went to Terra, but... I don't know how you got there smoothly."

"Sacrifice," the Khan whispered back, as if a flame was burning in his heart, "sacrifice of so many good things, Mortarion, is this what you expected?"

"A loving father will tolerate everything," Mortarion replied dully, but the movements of his hands became more and more steady. The power of the Lord of Plague appeared on his body, and the toxin penetrated through the gaps in the Khan's armor, stinging The latter's skin.

"The glory of the Father must be spread."

The disappointment and pain in Chagatai Khan's eyes became more and more intense. The scimitar in his hand turned into a flying silver butterfly in an instant, and thunder was hidden in that beautiful dance. The foot turned sharply, and the body turned into a storm that controlled the blade!

The scimitar picked away the scythe in the hand of the Lord of Death, and then slashed straight down——

The armor on Mortarion's chest was shattered, and an ugly knife mark ran across the completely rusted armor, but the Lord of Death was unmoved, and he swung the scythe at the Khan in front of him, although he didn't Killed his brother, but also successfully left a shallow wound on his body.

The most intense disease and toxin happily poured into that wound, and poured into the body of a primarch. After almost a breath, Jaghatai Khan felt his body getting heavier, and his eyes began to blur, violently. The tinnitus blocked the white scars from exclaiming.

"Mortarion...you really have turned into a monster."

Jaghatai Khan laughed, for the first time in these months, he felt so unfettered and free in his heart.Chogoris' warhawk took a few steps back and tried to stand still. He turned the scimitar upside down and put his hands on the guard of the scimitar. Mortarion was slowly approaching in front of him.

One blow, now only the power to swing the strongest blow is left.

The power of the evil god's blessing is far beyond Jaghatai Khan's expectations. This is not his fault. Before this battle, no one would calculate how much a primarch would be blessed by the power of chaos. I just think that Horus, who is watched by Chaos, can reach the level of several Primarchs...

A level that is a bit tricky for the emperor, but will eventually achieve a perfect victory.

Must re-evaluate now, Don.

Jaghatai Khan thought that the plague lord's poison was running through his veins, weakening his soul and body every second, but the Khan was ready.

Mortarion is approaching, here he comes—

The time has come!

The war eagle suddenly burst into flames, he ignited the wildness in his eyes, it was a pure, sharp killing intent, focused without a trace of hesitation, everyone present seemed to hear a scream from the wilderness, From left to right, the scimitar shining brightly cut through the body of the Lord of Death with a hot knife like cutting butter!

But... Mortarion looked down at his almost cut body, and then raised his eyes to the panting Khan with disdain and ridicule in his eyes.

After suffering such a heavy blow, any rebel primarch would either die or be seriously injured and unable to fight anymore, but Mortarion was different.

A rancid yellow liquid flowed out from the crack of the slash, and a few fluorescent green creatures jumped and ran from the mist, climbed up Mortarion's thigh, and burrowed into the original place from the wound. The body of the body... After two breaths, the Lord of Death twisted his body and made a few dull sounds.

Afterwards, he held the scythe in both hands and raised it high, and under the scythe was Khan's great head!

"We've all changed a lot, Jaghatai, we've all changed a lot..."

At the last second near death, Jaghatai Khan seemed to hear the sound of wings flying across the sky amidst dizziness and tinnitus...

Chapter 476 Chapter 280 VII The Retreating Demon and the Coming Beast

"Mo-ta-ri-an!"

The spear of completion was thrown from the far edge of the sky, and the sickle of the Lord of Death could only deflect the spear full of anger, shifting the target from his head to his left leg——

The pure white wings descended on the battlefield with the sound of the sonic boom, and everything around fell into silent silence at first, and after a moment, accompanied by the terrifying scream of the air being torn apart, the dust and sand were engulfed by the shock wave and turned into a The circle rolls away in all directions, removing all the poisonous mist around it!

The archangel slowly spread its wings, revealing the war eagle lying in his arms.

"Sanguinius..." Mortarion pulled out the spear of accomplishment and threw it on the ground casually. He moved his eyes and saw that his wound showed no signs of healing.