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"Our primary objective is to reclaim the Radiance of Macragge. This flagship not only houses the remaining high command of the Ultramarines, but it is also of great significance to the loyalists still holding out on Koss."
"Also, search for Guilliman in the vacuum as much as possible... This guy has most likely fallen somewhere in space and is currently wriggling in the vacuum..."
Casca respected Guilliman because he didn't have many embarrassing records.
Perhaps in the future Guilliman will be captured by Wang Xiulun in an even more humiliating way... but that's a matter for the future.
"As for now, all sons of emperors, take up your retractable spears."
Casca's eyes gleamed with passion.
That was the fervor that had been planned for over two hundred years for this moment.
Finally... I caught him!
The next moment, the Emperor's Son fleet suddenly appeared from the tunnel in the sky, splitting into two groups—the Emperor's Son fleet led by Fugrim would bombard and board the surface and the Word Bearer fleet.
Meanwhile, the Ultramarines who followed the Emperor's son out of the tunnels scattered in all directions during the melee to stop the rebels from further encroaching.
Meanwhile, another boarding squadron led by Casgar followed Casgar's Stormbirds and landed on the Radiant Macragge, which had been blown off the bridge.
The devastation here far exceeded his expectations.
Blood covered the cabin, screaming as it enveloped the creature that seemed cursed and had come back to life.
"You are—the emperor's sons?"
Guilliman had already broken free from the vacuum environment. At the remaining connection of the bridge, he looked at Casca, who had just landed, his face full of vigilance.
In this time of internal strife, the existence of another Astartes does not necessarily mean they are trustworthy.
Who knows if the Emperor's son might also be an accomplice of the Word Bearers?
"Guilliman, face me! I am your true opponent!"
But his opponents still gave him no chance to catch his breath.
—The Primarch of the Word Bearers, Loka, wielded his giant hammer and slashed furiously toward Guilliman's original position. They were now locked in a fierce battle from which neither could escape.
Guilliman's combat skills were originally superior to Luo Jia's, but the Eribas hammer in his hand seemed to have been transformed into a powerful Chaos artifact through a warp magic ritual.
Anyone struck by this hammer will have their soul devoured by it—and even if it fails to devour them, the soul of the victim will be tainted with the color of Eribas.
Even if it doesn't die, it will eventually become a great birth!
An extremely vicious weapon.
Guilliman was struggling under the weight of the giant hammer.
"Leave me alone!"
Seemingly seeing that Casca intended to lead the sons of the Emperor to intervene, Guilliman felt an uncontrollable rage burning within him.
That damned beast's life must be ended by his own hands!
Whether the Emperor's son is there to help them or not is irrelevant. If they are truly on Luo Jia's side, then no matter how much Guilliman struggles, it will be useless.
This is the only gamble we can take!
"You! If you want to help me, go and help our legion regain control of the flagship. I can handle things here!"
"Luojia, fight me!"
no one!
No one can break Guilliman's one-on-one match, no one!
Casgar: "......."
Okay, whatever makes you happy.
Anyway, it's hard to say about others, but against Luo Jia, who also has a shameful record, he might actually be able to beat him.
"Sons of the Emperor, follow me to the auxiliary bridge and seize control of the fleet."
......
Another pile of fresh offerings!
Upon seeing the purple-gold armored Astartes landing through the gap outside the bridge, the demons surrounding the bow of the ship all let out hoarse laughter.
These humans are so foolish; they have no idea how to deal with them.
They would just hold the little box containing the explosives, shoot at them desperately, and watch the bullets pass through the demon's phantom body.
It did not cause any impact.
The sheer terror of those who fired explosives that pierced right through the demon was absolutely delicious.
"Get ready, raise your spears!"
Seeing the demons surrounding him at this moment, Kasgar forced down a smile and said.
A spear?
Now the demons are taking this a bit seriously.
Unable to suppress his rage and hunger, one of the demons, clearly resembling Khorne, charged toward Casca with two giant axes in his hands.
It truly craved a real battle, not the slaughter he inflicted on panicked humans who discovered the bombs were ineffective.
After reaping too many of the weak, it craves even more the heads and blood of the strong.
And these old-school humans who immediately set up melee weapon formations will definitely satisfy it!
It will definitely be possible—
This Khorne demon knew that humans were far more upright than those treacherous, cowardly demons.
However, he never considered this question—that some things are worse than Tzeentch's wizard.
"put."
Whoosh—bang.
The next instant, the head of the charging Khorne demon was sliced in two by Kasgar's extended spear.
"continue!!!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
Like a porcupine with its tail feathers spread, countless needle-like power spears shot out instantly, piercing the demons into a bloody mist, and then immediately retracted to await the next launch.
.......
"Aaaaaah!!!"
The demons fled in terror from the bow of the ship to other locations.
As the saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger."
After the advent of firearms, cold weapons ceased to be the mainstream weapon on the battlefield due to their insufficient length.
The solution is actually quite simple: make the kill radius of melee weapons the same as that of firearms, and then there won't be any problems.
"Hahaha!!!"
As Kasgar's laughter grew increasingly rampant, the assembled demon army was quickly routed.
There are no countermeasures whatsoever!
The demon wizards in the warp were not the majority to begin with, and the remaining Tzeentch freaks that flooded into the ship's cabins had their magic reduced to ashes by the flames of the Casgar.
Attack and defense integrated!
With such a shameless formation, no demon could possibly survive to get close.
—The worst off were the Nurgle's fat brothers. These guys were already huge and not very agile. They usually relied on close-range poison gas and pollutants to hurt each other, but in front of these 40m spears, even the strongest Nurgle beasts couldn't get even a fraction of a step closer to Kasgar's team.
Close-range attacks are ineffective, and long-range attacks are negated.
Demons only ever wreak havoc in the real world, feasting on souls.
When have I ever suffered such injustice?
But what can we do?
Under the horrified and incredulous noses of the undead army, Kasgar used his telescopic powered weapon to demonstrate to the demons what ranged and melee combat really meant.
Do you like my big spear?
"say!!!"
Not only did it expand and contract, but Casgar even swept across the decomposing force field in half.
Don't talk about martial arts!
Under the sweeping blue light of that disintegrating force field, no matter how powerful a demon is, it must face the attack of this "melee weapon" that treats all beings equally.
Moreover, Kasgar ingeniously used his psionic flames to attach to the weapon, completing a final disinfection of the demon.
Disinfection can be completed in one step.
With the intervention of Casca and the Sons of the Emperor, the course of the battle on the Glory of Macragge was ruthlessly reversed.
Chapter 196 Red Sand
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【The Rebel】
The World Eater Legion, Angron's flagship.
"Sir, those tax collectors' ships are still following us... They haven't given up."
The World Eater gave the order, and Primarch's lieutenant, Locke, stepped forward to report.
"Take over their communications, I'll speak to them personally."
Anglong impatiently took the communication device from his adjutant.
Lord Angron... we have truly tried our best to negotiate with Terra regarding the taxation issues of the worlds you have conquered.
However, because the amount of resources required for our great expedition is far too enormous, in order to sustain the expedition, we must—
"Must what?"
"Are my orders really that hard for you to understand?"
“I don’t want to say it again,” Angron said, his expression still fierce, “but if you really can’t understand human language, then I can only tell you countless times—our world does not pay any taxes for tyrants.”
"My lord, this—"
"Now, get out."
【My lord, comparing the great Lord of mankind to an emperor is extremely blasphemous. Please do not do it—】
“I never said that.” Angron’s expression revealed a hint of disdain. “But if you insist on thinking that way, then it seems you should be facing the questioning of those disgusting imperial bureaucrats.”
Click.
With a gloomy expression, Angron turned off the communication device and tossed it back to Commander Locke behind him.
"Ugh."
As the Primarch of the World Eaters Legion, he has never relaxed his work in the Great Crusade since he led the Warhounds to change their name to the World Eaters.
He always maintained high standards and strict requirements for his World Eater warriors.
They bear the mission of liberating all humanity in the galaxy, and this task must not be delayed because of the Legion's soldiers' procrastination.
Upon arriving in a new world, Angron would require Legion warriors to defeat their opponents within one Nukelian day, or thirty-four hours.
There are still many more human beings in this world waiting for his rescue, and many more people need his help. Every minute and every second, countless people in the Milky Way are being enslaved by alien forces—the World Eater must do his best to rescue his fellow human beings from this!
If it cannot be captured within thirty-four hours...
So they failed to conquer it, which means the enemy was indeed powerful. Even the World Devourer would need more than 34 hours to completely seize the planet's surface and arm it.
What, you can't possibly win in eleven draws without ever having played a match, right?
Angron always treated his legionary warriors with the same warmth he had shown his gladiator brothers and sisters in Nukelia.
—Even though those brothers and sisters are not actually brothers and sisters.
But her warm and gentle nature towards others has been successfully preserved to this day without the butcher's nail.