Chapter 71 The Fire Dragon Lord's Secret Weapon (Please Order)

Chapter 70 The Fire Dragon Lord’s Secret Weapon (Please order)

“Will our father rebuke us?”

Vaughan suddenly spoke, and the giant among the Astartes frowned, his face as dark as lava volcanoes full of worry, "We were defeated in the war with the orcs in the Andros galaxy, and the entire galaxy was defeated. Dozens of planets have been ravaged by savage orcs, and we are the losers——"

"This is not your fault. We have all seen the horror of the orcs fighting the moon. No matter which legion faces this situation, the result will be the same."

Kano stood on tiptoes and patted Vaughan on the shoulder:

"You have done the best that conditions allow. Because of your efforts, hundreds of millions of people in the empire have been able to save their lives."

"I have often heard people say that every human life is a currency in the hands of the Emperor."

Kano smiled, hoping to ease Vaughn's nervousness with a kind joke, "If this statement is true, you have helped the emperor save a lot of money."

"I hope so."

Vaughn sighed and nodded slightly.

Vaughan, Kano, Azkelon, and the elite soldiers from the two legions are waiting here.

They were standing on the docking station at the bow of the Red Tear. A group of legionnaires had already taken up their positions in a semicircle at the edge of the landing platform, ceremonial bolters held in their hands.

An archangel wearing brilliant golden power armor stood in the middle of the crowd, his ice-white wings slightly open.

Vaughn, Kano and others were behind the archangel.

Buzz!

The roar of the engine came.

Kano raised his head and saw the dark green steel war eagle floating in through the shimmering air protective film.

Under the cold touch of deep space, the fuselage of the spacecraft immediately formed a thin layer of shining frost with the water molecules in the air, and then dissipated into thin wisps of smoke.

The Thunderhawk's burning exhaust pipe spits out power, hovers and turns, resting firmly on the stop bang.

Breathing heavily.

Kano could clearly hear the dull sound of Vaughn's heart beating next to him.

Not just Vaughn, but every soldier of the 18th Legion was breathing rapidly.

Some people are even trembling. It has been too long. They have been waiting for this moment for too long.

Kano was lucky enough to have been with the angel when it first landed on Bastar.

But even so.

He could also understand how important a Primarch was to the Legion.

Only with the return of the Primarch will the Legion be truly complete.

The spacecraft landed and stirred up smoke and dust on the shutdown bang. The airflow generated by the descent roared past. The long golden hair of the archangel burned like a flame in the void, bright and brilliant.

The landing ramp in the Thunderhawk's belly came crashing down with a grunt of hydraulics.

A giant.

An unimaginably tall giant stepped out of it.

He was wearing dark green finely crafted power armor, and every inch of his exposed skin was as dark as the endless night. But his eyes were extremely bright, flashing with complex emotions such as love, tenderness, and anticipation.

In some people's eyes.

The Primarch was a demigod created by the Emperor, the incarnation of some natural, prehistoric power.

According to this statement, in Kano's understanding, the archangel should be the sun at dawn, the first ray of light that pierces the darkness, bright but not dazzling, bringing light and hope to the dark world.

The principle that appeared in front of him was a symbol of something larger and more destructive.

He thought of the volcanoes on the planet Atum.

In silence they are silent and towering.

But once it is enraged, destructive power will spurt out from it, millions of tons of magma will sweep across everything, and tens of millions of flaming meteorites will fall from the sky.

When the Fire Dragon Lord walked forward, Kano felt that the deck of the machine was shaking obviously, like a huge flaming stone rolling in.

The temperature on his body was extremely high, and the heat spread around him in a radiative manner.

The surrounding air naturally becomes distorted due to the rising temperature.

It was like there was an invisible flame burning on his body.

"What a terrifying warrior." Kano swallowed dryly, the shock in his heart unspeakable.

If we say that the power of the Archangel comes from her otherworldly martial arts, her psychic powers, her wings, her prophecies, her excellent physical fitness and other factors.

Then the power of the Fire Dragon Lord is more intuitive and clear, and it also makes people feel more spiritual impact.

strength!

The purest and most savage power, nothing more.

While Kano was in a trance, the soldiers of the 18th Legion had already stepped forward and came to their father.

Led by Vaughn, they knelt and swore allegiance to their father. But the Fire Dragon Lord shook his head and stopped them from making any further moves.

"stand up."

The Fire Dragon Lord spoke to his descendants.

The archangel's wings were slightly closed, and his fair and flawless face was shrouded in a hazy halo.

In a trance, she returned to heaven again, transcendent.

He was clearly standing in front of the soldiers within easy reach, but it seemed very far away, like the moon in the sky.

"On the way here, I have learned about what happened in the Andros galaxy."

The Fire Dragon Lord continued to speak.

Vaughn and the others stood up shakily, with their heads hanging down like children who had done something wrong.

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But the expected blame did not come.

The Fire Dragon Lord patted Vaughn on the shoulder, with light flowing in his dark pupils: "You did a good job, I am proud of you. The real mistake was made by me, I came too late, so that you were left alone in the dark."

Vulcan continued:

"If kneeling represents respect and repentance.

Then it should not be you who should kneel here now, but me. You must remember that I am your father, not your ruler."

After that, he knelt down.

Both legions were shocked.

"The sacrifice you made to save the people of the Anteros galaxy will be remembered forever. You have done something that seems impossible to others. You made sacrifices without hesitation. What you did may not be known to everyone, and may not even be recognized by some people."

Even when kneeling on the ground, Vulcan's body was still much taller than Vaughn.

Even higher than the Archangel beside him.

Vulkan continued to speak, his voice echoing repeatedly on the landing deck, drowning out the humming sound of the spacecraft engine, "But you must remember that as your father. I am always proud of you, and I will pay you my highest respect here."

Azkalon stood beside the two Primarchs.

His golden shoulder-length hair fluttered in the hot wind brought by the Thunderhawk. He felt his vision was a little blurry, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but grin.

Nothing could be better than this.

The most desired thing for every soldier of the legion is to get the recognition of the Primarch.

The soldiers of the 18th Legion did it, and no one could question their perseverance and bravery on the battlefield.

But did they do it, the soldiers of the 9th Legion?

Not long ago.

Their mother also knelt in front of them to show her recognition of the 9th Legion.

But Azkalon knew, and every soldier of the 9th Legion knew.

This recognition.

It's not because of how good they are.

It's the tolerance, gentleness, and kindness of a mother.

Azkalon had long forgotten what his mother looked like. He was born on Terra, when the Emperor's light had not yet pierced the darkness of the old night.

Like many veterans of the Ninth Legion, Azkalon was a killing machine bred by the genes of technological warlords.

From the day he could remember.

He had been fighting, bleeding, and killing non-stop. Only the strongest were qualified to survive in hell, and the dead could only become the dinner of bloodthirsty hounds.

But after the angels returned to the Legion, Azkalon had consciously paid attention to the mothers living on the lower decks.

There are more than 100,000 workers living on each large battleship of the Empire. They are like ghosts and are not noticed by people, but they are a necessary part of the operation of this war machine.

Many of them.

From birth to death, they live in closed cabins and have never seen the real sun.

But even if the environment is so bad, those mothers will still try their best to care and accompany their children.

The same is true for the Archangels. They were once a group of inhumane ghouls, but the mother never thought of giving up on them. Instead, she stayed by their side to overcome the hardships and fight against the madness in their genes.

"I will make my mother proud."

Azkelon looked at the Fire Dragon Lord hugging his offspring and silently made a vow in his heart.

"I also want to thank you, my blood relative, my sister."

The Fire Dragon Lord slowly stood up, put his fist on his chest, and bowed solemnly to the Archangel. "If you hadn't arrived in time, I might never see these offspring again."

"All this is the will of the Emperor."

The Archangel smiled and took a step forward. The light on her body dispersed a little.

A warm and clear smile.

The Archangel continued, "They are all warriors as strong and gentle as you. I believe that during this period, my descendants and I have learned a lot from them.

I am very happy to meet you. If possible, I want to say a lot to you and stay by your side to learn with you.

But my blood, time is running out now.

Our most outstanding descendants are fighting the crazy orcs on Atum.

Every minute and every second, warriors lose their precious lives. We must act quickly."

Boom!

As if to reflect what the angel said just now.

A loud roar accompanied by a strong sense of vibration came from the deck under his feet. The void shield of the Red Tear flashed violently, obviously being attacked fiercely by the orcs.

"You are absolutely right. When we crush these damn orcs to death, we will have a lot of time together."

The Lord of the Fire Dragon said with a serious face: "I already know about the battle moon of the orcs. In order to fight against this crazy war fortress, I have built a weapon and brought it from Nocturne. It will definitely play a miraculous role in this war!"

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