Chapter 457: Black and Red, a Plan in the Shadows (Forty-Two) The Fall of Sarath

"Legion will!"

Calvin stood in the center of the Honor Guard and took over the dominance of the Grey Knights Legion's will on the entire battlefield of Moro Star at the moment of teleportation.

The Gestalt of dozens of Grey Knights was originally in a defensive state to suppress the subspace fluctuations on the battlefield of Lupacalia.

At the moment when Calvin's powerful will was added, this collection of wills instantly began to expand and expand. With only the subspace projection of the Legion's will, most of the supernatural forces on the Chaos side on the battlefield were contained.

The Grey Knights began to gather from various positions, and the Honor Guard around Calvin also started teleporting again. After getting rid of the original burden, this key new force began to intervene in the battlefield with the Word Bearers head-on.

"Save him." Calvin ordered the only remaining pharmacist around him, and at the same time threw the power accumulated by the subspace teleportation to the ruins in front.

The Word Bearers opened their eyes wide and tried to resist, but the blasphemous spells were annihilated by the jumping thunder before they were formed. The demons howled and tried to leave the bodies they possessed, but the power of order had completely locked the space here.

The dark red armor full of demonic words was vulnerable to thunder, and the disgusting mutant body was also turned into ashes under this devastating blow.

boom!

The ground under Calvin's feet made a dull groan, and the hell beast in the distance instantly let out a dying howl of resistance. In the huge explosion, its entire upper body was shattered and burned, and the original body just landed not far behind it.

"Is it over?" Edero, who was leaning against the rocks, asked in disbelief.

Such a sinister enemy was destroyed so easily after the appearance of that person. Edero found it difficult to accept emotionally, but more of it was fear from a rational point of view.

"What else?" The pharmacist pulled out a bullet embedded in the breastplate, then raised his head and asked back.

"It's okay." Edero replied while enduring the pain in his chest, and the surviving wild wolves nearby were also walking out from the bunkers on the battlefield.

Without exception, they looked at Edero's eyes, and then looked in the direction where Calvin left.

"So... this is the Primarch."

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In the Evergreen Canyon 20 kilometers away, the main force of the Word Bearers had just completed a battle and was adjusting their deployment while marching to complete the battlefield cleanup.

Sarat, the former captain of the Eye of Truth Regiment of the Word Bearers Legion and now one of the supreme leaders of the Sons of the Blessed, was standing on the central high ground where the troops were marching with great confidence.

This war was an unexpected opportunity for him. Without the failure of the unlucky guy before, he, who came from the Primarch's direct troops, would never have the opportunity to lead the troops to fight.

Although the position of the Blessed Sons in the Legion is glamorous, in the real core power body, the Dark Apostle Council, they, the airborne soldiers who do not belong to Erebus and Korpharon, are the excluded ones.

Of course, this time is an exception, because Erebus can no longer afford failure at this time. The troops given to him by the Primarch are both generous wine and deadly poison.

If he still prioritizes the balance of power at this time, then the only fate that awaits him is a crueler end than death after failure.

Sarat is naturally aware of this, so he cherishes the opportunity in front of him.

This thousand-year veteran who also came from the Legion era also has his own ambitions and aspirations, and this war in Moro is a great stage for him to show his abilities.

"My lord!" On the stone steps behind him, his adjutant Orson returned from the troops in front.

"Speak." Sarat looked at the hesitation on Orson's face, and a vague irritation appeared in his heart.

"The vanguard has lost contact." Olson said to Satat with his head down, and this news made Sarat's expression even worse.

He originally thought that the previous communication with the vanguard was interrupted because of the terrain near him, but now the adjutant who has followed the troops out of the canyon is telling him with facts that there must be something wrong with that unit.

"The forward troops stop advancing and rely on the terrain for defense nearby. The heavy firepower troops move forward, quickly!

Where is the infiltration team? 20 minutes! I want to see you appear on the high points on both sides!"

Sarat looked at his adjutant gloomily, and kept giving orders to the nearby teams.

Although the surrounding Word Bearers did not know the intentions of the chief officer, they also faithfully executed his orders.

The crowd around began to adjust in an orderly manner, and Satat threw away his cloak and moved closer to the Terminator team behind.

Adjutant Olson followed his superior quietly, not daring to disturb the former's thinking while moving.

...A team of no less than 20 people and heavily armed units was wiped out less than 20 kilometers ahead of them, and they knew nothing about it.

What does this mean? If he hadn't known that his fleet had an absolute advantage in orbit, he would have thought that the other side was the one that could use naval guns to attack at will.

And were these 20 people dead? There was no effective information feedback?

The quality of the new recruits recruited by the Legion in recent years has become worse and worse. No wonder the oil men of the Titan Legion, who are also loyal to the Primarch, the Lord of Murder, have become more and more arrogant towards them.

If it were the era of the Great Crusade... Sarat was still recalling the glory of the Legion in the Great Crusade, and the heavy footsteps behind him made him stop suddenly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sarat subconsciously looked at the gravel at his feet, which was beating with the sound that seemed to be stepping on his heart.

What is that?

He looked back stiffly, but he could not see the steel giant that matched this sound in his memory at the end of the canyon.

At the same time, at the exit of the canyon, Calvin, who had been rushing all the way and accumulating his own strength, finally released his long-accumulated strength at once after seeing the red figures in the valley!

The surging psychic energy stirred in the subspace, and finally turned into dazzling thunder and roamed over his body. More and more lightning made it difficult to see his figure, and only the vague human figure under the light could be seen.

The clouds above the canyon appeared from nothing, and finally swirled into a vortex of dark gray, and then pressed heavily to the ground.

"Uh..." The demon in Sarat's mind was screaming madly, and the strong body obtained by relying on this demon was also spasming instinctively.

He tried his best to suppress his body's instincts, and then looked at the static electricity in the air, and in a flash of sparks, the blasphemous runes engraved on his armor melted.

"Kill him!" He pointed at the figure at the end of the canyon and uttered the order with difficulty. What made him feel extremely terrified was that nearly a thousand blessed sons in the entire canyon had collapsed to the ground powerlessly without knowing when...

"Kill him! Quick!" Sarat turned his eyes to the armored troops behind the array, and the fallen knights Titans there became his life-saving straw at the moment.

He didn't know Calvin's identity, nor could he see the tall figure in the thunder, but from the terrible power fluctuations, he could only remember one person in his memory - Magnus.

Boom!

After slowly completing the weapon calibration, the Knight Titan finally fired the first shell. However, after encountering the "Blessing of Hyperion", this shell that was enough to tear the city wall only left a fleeting ripple on the energy shield.

Boom!

The power in the dark clouds was enough, and as the first thunder fell, the Knight Titan, who was as stable as a mountain just now, was instantly turned into flying debris under the bombardment of the thunder from the sky and the imperial truth in the thunder...

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

More Knight Titans joined the attack, and the light and shadow suspended in the air was like an abyss, absorbing all the attacks without any reaction.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ferocious thunder became more and more dense. After several Knight Titans and tanks were pierced and destroyed, everyone in the canyon could not help but look up at the sky, welcoming their final death with unconcealed fear.

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