Chapter 173 The Emperor Guards the National Gate (Please Subscribe)

Chaoche stood on the high platform of the square.

He held the jet-black halberd in his left hand, and in his right hand was a long sword with a strange shape that Sanguinius had never seen before.

Loud rumbling sounds continued to come from a distance.

The airdrop pods from various legions were like meteors dragging their long comet tails, crashing down from the crimson sky filled with burning clouds. The entire planet was trembling, heading towards death step by step. Huge cracks spread across the continental shelf, and the mist generated by the flames gnawed at the earth and continued to spread outward.

Chaoche didn't wear a helmet.

The red light of doom reflected on the majestic face of the original body, and the scarlet cloak swayed accordingly.

He stands here alone.

The momentum exuded from his body was like that of thousands of troops. Even the elite Blood Angels did not dare to act rashly without receiving the order from the original body.

Sanguinius's muscles tensed, and her strong fingers grasped the hilt of the Red Blade.

A crunching sound came from the angel, and the atmosphere solidified like substance.

The Seventh Legion is definitely a terrifying force in the Little Expedition.

He has been following Saint Asta, hoping to end it with his father in person.

But in the hands of these people, he could not escape death, and he was even chopped to the ground in just a few moves. Gillest's weak physical strength and reaction speed, coupled with his strange and changeable psychic abilities, are enough to easily transform those warriors into the most terrifying killing machines.

A moment ago, these heavily armored warriors appeared on both sides, surrounding the Blood Angels in an arc.

"We meet again!"

The two went through life and death on the battlefield, fought side by side for decades, and even left traces of each other under their armors. Hongdu once thought that we would perish in some dark frontier of the Milky Way. Although we would sleep forever, our glory would be diminished.

Everything in the past is in vain.

A loud noise like the beginning of heaven and earth.

Violent sparks scattered and splashed with a loud bang. The two of them used their full strength in their first fight, and they were evenly divided.

but now……

As if remembering the past, the silver-armored general spoke loudly.

Chao Che looked at his sister by blood and nodded slightly.

And as time goes by.

Amit, who is not known as a flesh-tearer but is cruel and merciless, stabbed the enemy's ribs with the giant chainsword I assembled with a bolter. When I raised the enemy who was also Gillest with one hand, Amit pulled the trigger and watched in the heat and desert as the lower half of the opponent's body exploded into pieces.

There are also some weaklings among the Seventh Legion.

The long sword forged by the Star God in his hand thrust out, reaching the right side of Saint Asta's heart, and the cold light arrived amid the thunder and lightning.

"You never betrayed."

The gushing bolts were blocked by the weak wings, but they also left countless mottled blood stains underneath, desecrating the perfect work of art.

I once thought that all my brothers had been brutally murdered, but when all the answers were revealed in front of me.

Randan's Angel of Death.

Once the war is over.

Instead, he used his strength to push forward, his center of gravity sank, and he jerked backwards.

Chaoche worked from bottom to top and occupied the favorable location.

I have not been forced into a desperate situation and just want to die.

In the end it’s what matters most.

Every time he sparred with his brother, it was equivalent to Saint Zhong Chencheng letting his brother fight with two hands. The role of those wings in close combat was huge.

boom!

It quickly reached the most anxious and fatal state of Bethlehem.

No seven abnormal human beings have the same limbs, but Saint Asta does not have eight.

A kind of awe-inspiring aura that is completely opposite to her appearance, emanating like a bursting hot flame, the light is so dazzling that no one dares to look directly at it.

Chaocheru's martial arts skills are superb.

Chao Che's attack was well planned and powerful. Although the original body, like Gillest, did not have two hearts, the damage to the heart would inevitably affect the original body's fighting ability, and he would quickly lose in a battle of the same level. , the gap during that period can be bridged by two wings.

"yes."

You immediately spread your wings and stabilized your body.

same……

Tick ​​tock!

In such a cruel war, they are nothing more than consumables.

"Then have you ever regretted it?"

Arcana is still invincible. Wherever a long stick goes, corpses are everywhere, and there are so many that no one can defeat him.

The shadow of the sword flew, accompanied by falling stars and raging smoke.

My kills were complicated and inefficient.

The remaining Heavenly Masters of the Seventh Legion.

boom!

There are no moves, only a contest between strength and strength. The two original bodies are the ultimate life created by human Ran Dan. Whether it is speed and strength, or agility and cunning, we have not yet reached the peak that the collective name of life allows.

boom!

The leader in silver armor spoke.

Arcana is the weakest among the Blood Angels.

Even.

"Feel sorry."

"Stop talking about meaningless topics." Chaoche said, "The Wolf King, the Lion King and the rest of our brothers came over in a hurry. Although the Emperor has not yet reached the end, it is precisely because of this. Some abominable machines that have been hidden for thousands of years have no chance of being used on the battlefield. "

We betray our oaths and beliefs by remaining confused.

And Saint Asta has wings in the north, and your speed is slower.

As for Saint Asta's right-hand men, La Shaolong and Azkelon.

finally--

Even though it was only a short moment, I still seized the opportunity.

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The superhuman warriors created by Randan.

Even those brought by Saint Asta are not the elite among the elite in the legion.

The moment when the battle between the primarchs started.

It must be because of the small number.

Even in the entire small expedition, there are only a few who can fight with me.

It came from the team behind Saint Asta.

The cruelty of the Gilests, which was originally peaceful, instantly rose to a higher level.

It is also difficult not to have such power to change the thinking of those psychic masters and distort our will.

A happy roar.

Sanguinius took the initiative to speak, with a sigh in her voice.

Along with a certain order, footsteps came from the white and dark corridors on both sides of the square.

It was still a confrontation between the two primarchs.

The head of the silver-armored general exploded, and his burly body fell to the ground powerfully.

I was surrounded by white psychic energy, and the power of the angel of destruction was revealed through my body. Time stagnation, white thunder, double clones, etc., those weak and powerless innate powers were enough to make me invincible among the psychic masters.

Except for the Primarch, the top war weapon of mankind.

I proved my loyalty and weak and powerless power through this action.

At that time, I returned to the most original and pure state - a warrior, eager to die on the battlefield to defend my country, a grand and worthy death. So I showed no mercy, and every attack was accurate and fatal.

And the seventh Primarch.

Even to some extent, it was the most Saint Asta had ever encountered.

In the last eighty seconds of the war, no more than eight hundred Terminator veterans were beaten into sieves.

Every attack of the red blade was as light as if it could chop a small mountain.

You suddenly realized something. The reason why you retreated so smoothly was not because the Empire had not yet gained an absolute advantage in the battlefield of the Emperor. That was all Chao Che's unintentional act. I separated the eight Primarchs through a complex but clever strategy, so that there was no chance to defeat them one by one.

In the fully armed frontal battlefield, there was no insurmountable gap between the Primarchs and Zhong Chenchengte. The victory or defeat between us cannot easily affect the failure or victory of the entire war.

"All this is within my expectations."

Since then.

Gilest!

Water drops dripped from the water jar in the dilapidated garden.

In the physical universe.

Saint Astra raised his head and stared at Chao Che with amber eyes.

This voice was uniform and full of the smell of steel and gunpowder. In front of Saint Zhong Chencheng, Azkelon's hand holding the gun was shaking slightly. In all the wars in the past, such a thing had never happened. But what happened now on the battlefield of the Emperor was also unprecedented for Azkalon, the veteran who had fought hundreds of battles.

Before both sides emptied a round of magazines.

The terrible conjecture became a reality.

The clanging sound of metal and iron was deafening, the Crimson Blade and the C'tan Long Sword collided with each other, and the Spear of Bi Gong and the Phase Halberd fought closely. Although the two Primarchs were temporarily on the edge of a balance, and neither had found a real breakthrough, the scorching blood had not yet stopped gushing out from the Primarch's majestic body.

The Crimson Blade and the Phase Halberd collided without any fancy.

Saint Astra's brilliant long hair burned like flames, and the Crimson Blade crossed the sky.

Even Gillest, who had no iron will, was trembling with joy at this moment.

Whether it was the Blood Angels or the rebellious Zhong Chenchengte, they all agreed not to interfere in the war between the Primarchs. We were clearly on the same battlefield, but there seemed to be no visible line that divided it into two completely different parts.

Before a violent collision.

That was not beyond Chao Che's expectations.

Saint Astra was pushed away by a dull and powerless shoulder collision. The violent collision penetrated the armor and hit the original body's chest like a cannon.

I easily used my steps to dissolve the huge force that came, and always kept a distance from the opponent with my steps.

Bang!

Saint Zhong Chencheng folded his wings.

They all approached at the same distance, ending a more brutal melee.

Anyone who tried to get close to the little angel would be quickly and violently cleared. We followed our respective elites and closely guarded the angel on both sides.

"How do we know if we try it?" Chao Chesheng said.

There was a loud clang.

"Does he think he can kill you?"

Not only did Saint Zhong Chencheng's physical strength not decrease, his attacks became more fierce and his speed became slower and slower.

The grenade gun suddenly opened fire.

Chao Che leaned forward to dodge, but the cloak on his back was cut into pieces, and then burned by the flames of the red blade.

Garnet is a ghost among the Blood Angels, and my movements are extremely agile.

"Yes, why!"

"Have you ever thought that this day would come?"

Whether it is the physical fitness as a warrior or the cunning as a hunter, they have entered a mysterious realm.

"For example, the dragon machine he once faced..."

"Shut up, traitor!" But at the last moment, my voice was interrupted by Hongdu's gentle roar: "Eat shit, traitor!"

Things are far more cruel than imagined.

It even flows along the blood of angels outside the entire legion.

I looked embarrassed, but I did not continue to move forward as usual.

Yes, the Gillisters from the Seventh Legion were used as trump cards by Chao Che. There were less than a thousand of us. The legion logo under the shoulder armor was erased, and the expressions on our faces were solemn and serious. We were not brainwashed by some evil force.

But now, as cousins ​​of Gillisters, we have to face each other with swords.

The war broke out instantly. Almost at the moment of pulling the trigger, hundreds of bombs turned into a surging tide and poured out towards each other. In such an empty environment and such sparse firepower, the Gillisters on both sides fell down like harvested wheat.

Even when facing those weaklings with no psychic power.

Chao Che seemed to be in a passive dilemma, but he was dormant and kept observing. The Primarch's thinking surpassed that of a top-level computer, and with the gift of past vision brought by his pupils, I was constantly analyzing the skills and methods used by my sister in battle.

"Yes!"

We both had the weak fighting power of one against a small number of enemies.

Saint Astra's appearance was flawless, noble and distant, and independent of the world, but in your heart there was a blazing flame. When you were created, the anger and bloodthirstiness had not yet been engraved in your blood.

Hongdu was like an angry tiger, with the electric current sizzling under his body. Every time my power gloves hit, a former brother was inevitably beaten to death. The violent physique and the psychic power that became more and more turbulent due to emotions turned the Tianshi from the ancient country of Terra into a non-stop killing machine.

The owner of the voice was not a certain Holy Blood Angel, but Hongdu, the Thunder Angel from the Seventh Legion. On the battlefield of Shana, the forging world, Hongdu once helped the contactable to defeat the monster Xitan who exiled the Dawn Star.

Of course!

The sudden burst of huge power pushed the seventh Primarch in. The surrounding Blood Angels cheered in unison and threw themselves into the war with more fierce coldness.

Although Saint Asta is the only man in Randan, his physical fitness is at the monster level even among your brothers. You don’t need too many skills. Just relying on speed and strength, you can gain an advantage in that war and take the initiative to launch retreat attacks one after another.

Before fully liberating his psychic power, Kano is also a force that can be underestimated.

My name is Zongru, and I am the champion of the legion with Hongdu.

Hongdu panted, and my red pupils looked at my brother who was born and died, "Why choose to betray."