Chapter 110 The Four Primarchs Gather (Please Order)

Chapter 109 The Four Primarchs Gather (Please Order)

When Perturabo, Magnus, and Sanguinius arrived at the Sitan, this ancient colony ship of the Golden Age had become rugged and broken due to the tragic war that broke out inside. The steel-woven dome collapsed, the blood of the Astartes flowed on the ground, and piles of metal monsters were ravaged together by some huge and invisible force, emitting thick smoke and orange-yellow electric sparks.

But even so, these metal monsters are still struggling.

The parts that look like human teeth are constantly trembling, making a series of sharp laughs, which even the craziest mental patients can't make. Despair, pain, hatred, strong emotions spread like a black and cold tide. Just stepping into this place will feel a chill that penetrates the heart.

"Hiss..."

The archangel stopped and groaned in pain.

"What's wrong with you, my sister." Magnus turned around and looked at the angel with concern.

"I'm fine, I just saw some bad scenes." The archangel smiled reluctantly, "Being tied to the operating table, being cut, having blood drained by a huge syringe, and having electrodes inserted into the cerebral cortex, I don't know what these pictures mean."

"If nothing unexpected happens, these are all things that have happened here."

Magnus thought for a while and said, "Everyone who was tortured in those pictures was a psychic with outstanding talents. When they traveled through the subspace, their talents became a curse. They were imprisoned there and tortured, and their strong hatred made the echoes of psychic energy remain after a thousand years."

"I'm afraid that's all."

The voice was from one person.

An accurate judgment.

"Did you see him on the road? You thought he was in trouble." The little angel's excitement was obvious and came from the heart. Magnus was at a loss for a moment. When the two separated, Saint Petula asked again, "Tell you what happened there?"

Chao Che shrugged his shoulders, "This guy is not difficult to deal with. You will know when they retreat."

This voice reminds you of the fear mecha.

Even the Primarch still felt that the existence was difficult to deal with, so how could these Gilests who stepped into it without any defense be less dangerous?

Chao Che was not angered by the attitude of the Lord of Steel.

"It's Meltan, you are impressed by my swordsmanship."

"Who is he?"

Gnusbo held my warhammer in his right hand, and the runes of decomposition were activated with a crisp click.

"What happened to them?" Saint Petula asked, your tone was as gentle as ever.

Outside was a narrow, low white shadow, and when Saint Petula looked at it, the glass tube burst with a click.

"He defeated less than a hundred Gilest warriors by himself, which is really... unbelievable." Astas said, "They were new recruits who had just entered the battlefield, and each of us is a veteran who has served for decades."

At the end of the corridor.

Magnus replied, "If it's not Qin Shuo of the Seventh Legion, it must be me. You are the one who can survive until now."

The fewer Gillest we saw, the deeper we fell into a coma.

A hearty laugh followed, with the pleasure of a prank. The ancient and decayed mist surged in the corridor, and a burly figure took small steps in the laughter. A power halberd wrapped in a decomposition force field, beast fur under the neck, and a white armor with strange beast patterns, a giant wrapped in steel.

I think the Lord of the Seventh Legion is a safe and elusive person, even the intimacy that is revealed for a while is a kind of disguise. I doubt my judgment, even if Chao Che stands behind me, he is not polite, and puts on a posture as cold and affectionate as steel.

I still maintain the human form, but I am bald all over. The skin is smooth and dark white, and the whole body is thin and low, like a soft mud stretched alive. The traces of the ribs behind the chest were turbid and visible. It didn't breathe, but it was still alive.

Ding Yuezibo was silent for a moment, and then nodded, "No."

"Your brothers are controlled."

"Why did you appear there?" Gnusbo hung his warhammer on his hips, hugged his arms behind his chest, and had a hint of vigilance on his face, "Not yet, what did he do to your Labo? At worst, he can explain vaguely after you lose patience."

"Saint Petula, you dare to doubt that you don't have such a sister." Chao Che separated from Astas and reached out to hold the little angel. When my blood-red eyes swept under me, Saint Petula felt a sense of relief.

"Xitan?" Gnusbo said, "That name has no ordinary meaning for that planet."

Xitan said, my fingertips slid across the wall, leaving happy dents under the metal surface, "A seed ship from a long-extinct empire from the old Terra, carrying tens of thousands of hopeful souls across the endless space, just to find a better tomorrow."

"Villain, if you are sure, you hope there will be more substantial content." Magnus' eyes lit up, and he said, "You heard that your legion has the strongest armaments in the empire."

Gnusbo sticks to his principles.

"What is it."

As the Lord of Steel, I can tell at a glance that those abominable machines are not driven by electromagnetic or physical forces in the universe. Instead, it was covered with a shadow of subspace, and that power was so weak that Genusbo didn't even feel troublesome.

A Gilest warrior wearing red without gold stripes came out.

"How dare you call it salvation."

But the power sword in the hands of the young swordsman disappeared. I was leaning against the wall, moving every time, my heart was broken, and the armor on the back of my chest was stained with dried blood. Ding Yuezisi carefully inserted a ray of spiritual energy into Labo's body.

Sitan screamed, and a storm of spiritual power surged out of the secret room, like the air wave caused by the launch of an orbital cannon.

I turned around and walked at the end of the team, while Astas and others followed closely behind. At the end of the small hall was a low-tech medical room filled with low-rise machines and glass surfaces. The outside of this huge glass tube is filled with clear gel, and a small part of the glass tube has not been broken. There is a thick layer of silt under the ground, exuding a rotten smell.

"so…"

The cable as thick as a python broke under the ground, flickering with pale and cold electric sparks. The lumen light under the head also flickered with the frequency of the sizzling electric sparks. The walls were covered with blood stains. Some of them are very new, but some of them are very old, as if they haven't been through for thousands of years.

"You wish you could help me make you a suit of armor, something heavier and more flexible."

It was enough to please Astas to bury Rabo with so little.

All eight Primarchs were unprepared for battle.

When Astas walked through the complete ventilation duct and came to an abandoned small hall, he saw Labo wearing scarlet armor.

"According to what he means, he saved his brothers and not his cousins?" Gnusbo asked, with a hint of meaning on his face.

That deformed body did not turn into a pile of rotting dirt under the ground like the rest of its kind.

"Brother, I doubted you, what a surprise that was. You almost opened fire, what a big deal." Astas threw the energy weapon named Spirit Fire Python into the void, with a smile on his face , walked back in small steps, and took the initiative to hug his brother.

But St. Petula heard some of the same qualities in it. Ten thousand tortured souls gathered into the entity behind the eyes, and at this moment we were finally able to express our joy and anger.

It is not difficult for us to find the right direction at the intersection. Whether it is the prophetic ability of angels or the weak psychic power of Ashtas, it can be done easily. What's more, there are still traces of battle under the ground, and the smell of blood is lingering in the air.

The glass tubes along the way exploded one after another, and the regular fragments were suspended in the void and turned into dark dust a moment ago. Ding Yuezi was upright because of Sitan's power, and Saint Petula had to use his wings to cover it. Chaoche stood there with his head held high, like a hill rising from the ground, while the soldiers of the legion directly He was thrown away, hit the wall, and fell down in embarrassment.

I was wearing a helmet or not, so I could see the smile on my face and the fluffy beard on both sides of my cheeks. I almost made a little noise when I walked, not deliberately, but a warrior instinct. A fearsome warrior, a Blood Angel.

It quickly raised its head, and then opened its eyes. The blood-colored pupils were like vortexes, especially tempting and depraved.

The traces left by the battle became more and more peaceful, and Gillest's bodies were stacked together almost randomly.

Astas's face turned gloomy.

Magnu told everything about his past encounters, without hiding anything.

"It seems that things are more troublesome than you thought."

I'm glad my baby just fell into a deep sleep instead of an icy death.

"You should have not delayed informing him that you would be coming, and your lab is in danger. You can always sit back and watch." Chaoche shrugged his shoulders and continued, "As for his lab, and Doesn’t it matter to you, that thing surprised you too.”

As the only Primarch not to have studied psionics in depth, our relationship seemed to be quite faulty.

"It must be true. You should express your gratitude to him." Ding Yuezibo said.

"He was wrong, that was the name of the ship."

The air was as dull as the ground, and an unprecedented war was unlikely to break out at any time.

Saint Petula heard dull footsteps coming from the inside of the little door.

In the eyes of the original body.

"You are dead!"

"Magnu."

Lower than Shengding Yuezi and Ding Yuezibo, and only slightly shorter than Ding Yuezisi.

"You just helped in a small way." Qin Shuo walked out of the open door, "With merit comes reward. I am indeed the most terrifying legion soldier you have ever seen, a man born to fight. genius."

However, the injuries under our bodies were all serious. It was obvious that what caused the Gillests to fall into coma was just extremely weak strength, and it also had no influence on the mental level. The former is obviously much trickier than the latter.

The leader of the seventh legion, Chao Che.

The white body raised its arms, like a missionary in a gorgeous and dark church, and controlled spiritual energy flowed from its fingertips like drops of mercury. The active wind blew, and the dust of thousands of years spun into a crazy vortex under the floor.

But the glass tube on the innermost side of the medical room was still preserved.

My eyes were red, shining on the operation of psychic energy.

Ding Yuezi replied, "But that's the worst way you can do it."

A few seconds ago, we stood up, holding the grenade guns behind us, ready to fire.

The deeper into the interior of the colony ship.

Astas looked at the strange creature behind him and asked.

Unexpectedly.

In such a solemn atmosphere, the small door was pushed open.

"Things haven't reached the most exciting point yet, let you continue to go back, the truth is behind." Saint Ding Yuezi said, you don't have the same worries, but you are not afraid.

Saint Petula's muscles tightened, and he silently took the red blade in front of his back in his hand. Astas also pretended to pull out a red explosive pistol from the void behind him. Whether the pistol was a real weapon or a psychic spell for some function, Astas probably didn't know.

"Actually, it's you alone."

What's more terrifying is that the tactical backpack on my back quietly unfolded and retreated into a state of waiting to fire. Saint Petula had seen Ding Yuezibo dominate the war in Carena. The large tactical backpack could burst out a weak firepower inferior to the God's machine in an instant, and the power was doubled outside such a closed environment.

After Saint Petula came down, he held his own Labo in his arms and touched my head.

The incredible power in the vast ocean replaced the organs that sustain life and injected new vitality into the decaying body.

"You did it..."

Gnusbo squatted on the ground, studying the small pile of fragmented metal robots behind him.

Bang!

But you still smiled, "Nice to see him."

Further back was a closed small door, even if it was locked, it was shaking quietly.

"What's the situation now?" Astras said, I was eager to get the answer to the question.

"The name corresponds to a single individual, and you are a legion of millions of people." The creature said, "but he can't call you Xitan."

"You wanted to give them a surprise, but I'm sorry you couldn't help it. You can't wait to see your brothers." When he was ten meters away from the little angel, the giant wrapped in steel inserted the halberd in his hand into the floor to show his friendship.