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Highest, largest! Strongest!
It's also the greenest!
Not only did the Saturn Terminator shine on the battlefield for the first time, but the Saturn Dreadnought, the same model as the Salamander, was also incredibly powerful.
It is said that only Legion warriors with extraordinary willpower, focus, and discipline can successfully pilot the Saturn-type Dreadnought or Terminator.
There are also rumors that pilots need to possess a certain level of psionic talent in order to unleash the full potential of the armor.
Under the overwhelming force of the weapons, which resembled the arrival of Titans, the demon army, which had just prepared to launch a counterattack against the humans in the net, was instantly suppressed again by the flames and artillery fire from the fire lizard reinforcements.
Suffocated!
With spears and flames clashing, even the most powerful demon could not possibly break through this encirclement of fire.
On the other hand, only the kind-hearted Lord of Fire Dragons could still gain the Emperor's trust during this turbulent time.
Only he could risk his life to stop Magnus's madness.
“Wokan, brother! I did not want to kill each other.”
Seeing the salamanders, a fresh force, join the battlefield and turn the tide, Magnus seemed to reveal a hint of regret in his eyes, which were shrouded in strange fluctuations.
Fratricide is never something to celebrate, especially since the Salamander's relationship with him wasn't bad; the opposing legion's psionic think tank had even argued for him at the Nicaea Conference.
However, the situation is somewhat unfavorable for the Demon Alliance.
The advantage brought by the newly arrived Tzeentch army was quickly wiped out by the Emperor's Salamander legions.
At this moment, because the power of the Dark Gods is not as great as before, they are unable to cover the entire galaxy with warp storms for years as they used to.
Having lost their advantage of time, the Dark Gods must now project their power elsewhere to ensure that the Final Emperor can complete the ascension ritual of the Dark Lord.
The web path... While it is indeed crucial, once the cursed one ascends to godhood and becomes the Dark Lord, allowing Terra to unleash another Eye of Terror, what need is there to worry about the web path?
After careful consideration, the Netway Project was chosen as an alternative to the Dark Gods, and the number of undead demons deployed was very limited.
I'm short on cash this time, so I have to be careful with my spending.
The burden of the online war fell on the shoulders of Magnus, who had only recently ascended to demonhood.
"Magnus, how did you end up like this?"
Vokhan frowned. There was nothing left to talk about with his brother, who had been tainted by too much evil witchcraft.
"Why did I become like this...?"
In fact, after Luo Jia exposed the network channel, the Emperor also sought out Magnus to discuss his plans.
Through his psychic powers, he showed Magnus the bright future he could have had, and could still have if he looked back now: physical sanctification and a seat on a golden throne, and an immortal soul to travel the vast ocean with his father.
Together, the magical ponies roam freely and joyfully in the highest heavens.
As for his legion... the Emperor believed that since they were able to carry out the ritual to destroy the Internet under the instigation of the evil god, it meant that Senko had fallen too deep and could not be saved.
The only option is to eliminate them all and replace them with a new army that is "physically perfect, with indestructible iron fists and an impenetrable spirit."
"But I declined his invitation."
Magnus refused, stating that only the most ruthless tyrant would make such a proposal. Perhaps in his heart, even the future of all humanity was less important than his twisted sons.
Vokan: "Really, Magnus? You're not even willing to give up your cursed offspring?"
Magnus: "If it were you, would you abandon them?"
Wokan shook his head: "Not a single one."
Magnus smiled for a moment, then erupted in fury: "Neither will I!!!"
Magnus, full of justice—
Okay... I can't make this up anymore.
The above dialogue exists only in the illusion that Tzeentch created for Magnus.
In fact, he never righteously rejected the emperor.
He didn't even ask for your opinion, because you wouldn't succeed no matter what you did.
Even the emperor doesn't love you.
......
"Not one can be left behind!"
"That's right!!!"
"Not one can be left behind!!!"
Wokan said nothing.
He simply looked with a somber expression at the brother who had been acting erratically and shouting "Not one less!"
clown.
This was the only word that Wokan reluctantly uttered, but which came to mind.
Magnus had long since crossed the line of redemption—the power of chaos distorted his memory-starved mind, weaving illusions into his subconscious that everything was the Emperor's fault, that the Emperor's ruthlessness had driven him to rebellion.
What he saw was merely what the Lord of Changes wanted him to see within the Crystal Labyrinth.
"No, I will not back down, nor will I choose to believe you and your despicable master because of your ugly change."
"Vokhan murmured, the power of the Thunderhammer Dawnbringer in his hand not diminished by the old bond between brothers."
With tremendous impact and speed, the heavy hammer slammed towards the opponent's front as soon as he spoke!
“Very well, Wokan, since you are determined to choose death, then I will grant your wish.”
In terms of numerical strength, Vorkan might be considered the most powerful being among the Primarchs.
Unfortunately, this world is a world where psionic beings are superior, especially since the other party is a Primarch blessed by the Lord of Change.
Especially when the battle was so intense that Sister Silent had no time to reach the scene of the fighting,
Under the alternating bombardment and tearing of the opponent's spiritual power, Wokhan struggled to his knees and collapsed to the ground.
"It's over, brother."
Click.
In the next instant, under the immense sorcery power unleashed by the Red Demon Magnus, the head of the Salamander Primarch Vokhan exploded and shattered into pieces, while his tall body, decapitated, collapsed heavily in the center of the battlefield.
He collapsed in full view of everyone.
"No!"
"Quickly retrieve the original body's corpse!!"
A roar of boundless rage suddenly erupted from the Salamander Legion—the great Primarch had actually been crushed like a toy in the hands of that traitor?
how can that be!
That's impossible, of course.
"Wait!"
"The Primarch is still active! His body hasn't completely collapsed!"
Almost the instant Magnus thought he had killed Vokhan, the headless corpse that had fallen stood up again, raising its giant hammer as if nothing had happened, assuming a fighting stance.
It's as if losing his brain has no effect on Vokhan's actions!
"you--?"
With a ripple, the flesh and blood re-coagulated above Wokan's neck, reshaping the head and body of the Fire Dragon Lord once again!
(Fei Xuejie: 666, this one is Gui)
Volkan stood up again, faced Magnus who was filled with terror and disbelief, and once again raised the giant hammer in his hand and slammed it down on him.
Feel sorry!
Salamanders are unkillable!
......
The power of the immortals grants Vokhan an endless number of opportunities for rebirth.
He can make countless mistakes, but Magnus cannot afford to make even one.
Otherwise, the teleporter called "Dawn Messenger" would smash into his face.
But Magnus will not give him that chance.
In yet another teleportation, he created enough distance between himself and his opponent.
The two sides are now locked in a strange stalemate.
Even if it is reduced to bones by the psychic energy, Vokhan will not fall.
Although he couldn't kill the Ascended Primarch, Vokhan's presence could greatly limit Magnus's psionic power.
......
In the Cyber War, humanity finally withstood the impact of chaos.
However, what no one knows is that there was an even more important reason why the Emperor had planned to bring the Salamanders from his home planet in advance.
Fei Wutou's head is still intact, so he can no longer pull the Cursed Legion.
......
The Sighnas Galaxy.
Saint Gilles, who initially received the assignment from Imperial Warmaster Fugrim, actually had no objection to the location.
As a legion that has made outstanding contributions in the Great Expedition, the strength of the Holy Blood Angels Legion is evident to all.
Under the guidance of the powerful and beautiful Primarch Sangilius, the former ghoul army has now become the Empire's sharpest blade—though still just as insane as before—but fortunately, their combat prowess and battle intelligence have been greatly enhanced.
If it weren't for her own unwillingness to participate in the competition for the title of Warmaster, according to the opinions of many imperial bureaucrats, Saint Gilles was actually more suitable to be the Imperial Warmaster than Fugrim.
Is this really some kind of secret?
Shortly after being sent to this remote star system, Saint Gilles sensed something amiss – just like Nukelia before him, the entire system had been corrupted and devoured by some kind of warp demonic creature, led by a Grand Keeper who called himself the Twisted One, Keris.
Through prior ambush and surprise attack, they succeeded—
They were scattered and fled by the angels.
Having already witnessed the bizarre nature of this demonic creature in Nukelia, Saint Gilles, fueled by her deep-seated rage... nearly sent the demon back to the subspace on the spot.
As for its demon army... it had long been decimated by the fanatical Holy Blood Angels.
Faced with Saint Gilles's near-invincible fighting prowess, even the Great Guardian of Secrets had no choice but to call for reinforcements.
As for the guy he hailed, there's no need for further introduction.
An old acquaintance of the Holy Blood Angels.
"Kabanha, it's you again!"
Saint Gilles was all too familiar with this scarlet demon.
As for his evaluation, it was extremely poor among the Blood Angels.
This ugly fellow still refuses to give up on their beautiful mother, coming back again and again after being rejected!
have......
There are cows!!!
"One isn't enough, now there are two demons, right?"
Despite her gentle smile, Saint Gilles's perfect face appeared as a sign of suppressed rage to Cabanha, who knew her well.
So furious... so beautiful...
It's hard to imagine what it would be like if, in a real battle, the opponent's spear, brimming with fury yet remarkably restrained, relentlessly attacked it, while the opponent cursed and lashed out at it with all their might...
Ah ~
Although Cabanha was unwilling to admit it, it seemed to be quite fascinated by Sanguis.
—I want her to pin me to the ground and beat me up.