Chapter 479 "Face Me! Traitor!" "As You Wish, Boy."

"What kind of devil is that?"

"Silver hair. Snake body"

"Looks like our father."

When the crew projected the image onto the main screen, everyone on the bridge was shocked.

Every member held their breath, their eyes deeply attracted by that image——

A giant creature with silver hair, a shawl, a snake tail, and an evil aura was walking around the central city of New Argo.

The impact of this image was huge.

Even the sons of mankind, who have been on the battlefield for a long time and are used to seeing life and death, can't help but feel uneasy and confused in their hearts at this moment.

And Sol Tarvitz, standing in the center of the bridge, frowned even more.

The surprise in his eyes was mixed with mixed emotions, because he knew what all this meant better than others.

He recognized the figure in the image at a glance. Whether it was the flowing silver hair or the vague face, they were all strikingly similar to their original body, Fulgrim.

However, Tavitz's heart was full of doubts and wariness.

Not long ago, teams on the ground reported that they had encountered "brothers" who had fallen into Chaos and rebelled against the Empire. Now there is another original body that looks like a big demon.

This really made him feel a little dazed.

After taking a deep breath, he quickly issued an order to immediately encrypt and transmit this image to their original body.

At the same time, he decisively sent an emergency communication request, hoping to talk directly to Fulgrim to confirm whether this strange existence was related to their original body.

Every second the communication connection is established seems to last forever.

When the screen finally came on, Tavitz's tense nerves relaxed a little.

What appeared in the picture was not the terrifying monster, but their familiar "father" Fulgrim.

The other party is still as handsome as ever, with flowing silver hair, a face as flawless as a sculpture, and a reassuring majesty and calmness exuding from his body.

After all, this means that the guy who appears in New Argo is not their original body.

"Father!" As soon as the communication was connected, Tavitz reported:

"New Argo is suspected to have a subspace creature from the Chaos Demon, and"

"And the appearance of that subspace creature is somewhat similar to mine, right?" Fulgrim's calm and magnetic voice took over, and Fulgrim's mood barely fluctuated.

Hearing Fulgrim's calm and firm voice, Tarvitz instantly calmed down.

He was always relieved by the primarch's majesty and calmness.

Because no matter how powerful the enemy is, the original body is always their solid support.

At this time, Fulgrim's tone was still deep, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the communication screen, staring at the enemy in the distance:

"Don't be deceived by the appearance of a poor imitation, and don't be disturbed by the other party. It is just a plaything of the power of chaos and has nothing to do with me."

"Yes, father."

The calmness of the original body also made Tarvez's tone become more firm, and he continued to report: "At the same time, we have had a head-on conflict with a large number of Chaos Astartes. The opponent's single combat power is as powerful as, or even He is stronger than us human beings.”

Fulgrim's eyes stared slightly at that moment, and then responded: "The 1st Company, the troops directly under my command, and a hundred forbidden troops will arrive over New Argo in twenty minutes.

Before that, your 2nd Company must curb the expansion of the forces of Chaos and never let New Argo become a paradise for demons. "

The words of the original body echoed in the communication like a heavy sonorous voice, carrying majesty and determination that could not be refuted.

Tarvitz immediately felt an unprecedented pressure. This was not just an order, but also a responsibility, a responsibility for the future of the empire.

"Yes, father," Tavitz replied firmly.

Before Fulgrim hung up the communication, he added: "Remember, Tarvitz, don't be afraid when facing chaos. They are just images in nothingness. The real power comes from our faith and iron-like loyalty. ”

After saying that, the communication screen gradually dimmed, and the picture returned to darkness.

Tarvitz stood there, then decisively turned around and walked away from the bridge.

As he passed by the fleet operation station, he ordered in a deep voice: "Immediately notify all combatants stranded in the fleet to assemble immediately and head to New Argo to support the ground forces!

In addition, all the company guards immediately followed me to the center of the city to stop the chaos demon. "

"Understood, sir!" the crew members responded in unison, quickly conveying the order to every member of the fleet.

After Tavitz nodded, he quickly left the bridge.

As he marched, he checked the various functions of the Hades Terminator armor.

The metal shell of the armor reflects a deep luster under the light, and the imperial crest and battle honors engraved on it highlight his identity and glory.

Then, he lightly buckled the helmet, and the power armor system started immediately, and the internal display screen lit up, showing real-time updates of battlefield data.

Then, Tarvitz led more than a hundred company guards and went straight to the "teleportation drop dock" on the Emperor-class ship.

This is one of the most core tactical deployment areas in the entire warship. Although the structure is somewhat similar to the Sojourner-class airdrop dock, the space scale is significantly more compact, and the transmission technology is more "simplified."

Tavitz and others walked into the airdrop dock and boarded the designated platform one by one.

Accompanied by the command from the airdrop dock control console, a burst of blue-green teleportation energy began to flow throughout the area.

Standing in the center of the platform, Tarvitz felt the fluctuation of the teleportation energy and heard a low hum similar to that of an engine.

The blue-white light suddenly bloomed, turning into a dazzling energy stream that enveloped everyone.

In an instant, more than a hundred figures disappeared in the light, leaving only the signs of the gradually dimming teleportation field in the airdrop dock.

At the same time, about three kilometers away from the center of New Argo, that is, north of the light column that shot straight into the sky, on this side of the street;

"For the Emperor! For mankind!"

"Hahaha! The puppets of the false emperor! Die!"

"Dirty bastards!"

"Brothers, your eyes have been blinded by the false emperor, wake up! Hahaha!"

The street was filled with deafening roars and taunts, and every shout was full of metallic texture and murderous momentum, showing the unique fighting fanaticism of Astartes.

Looking down from the air, this street has been engulfed by war.

Two groups of Astartes lined up on both sides of the street, one was the Emperor's children who had fallen into Chaos, and the other was the loyal warriors of the Prime Universe Empire, the Sons of Man.

Both sides fought in close quarters with their respective iconic weapons, such as chainsaw swords, power swords, and "Thunder Hammer".

The Astartes, who were originally "brothers", would spark dazzling sparks every time their weapons collided. The shock waves even cracked the walls of the surrounding buildings and caused the rubble to collapse, exuding a shuddering sense of destruction.

The fallen Emperor's children were wrapped in an evil glow of scarlet and purple. The surface of their armor was entangled with twisted runes and demonic auras. Their movements were swift and fierce, and their attacks were absolutely destructive.

The Sons of Man maintained a pure and refined fighting style. Their helmets shone with a solemn metallic luster in the light and shadow, and they switched freely between offense and defense, like a precisely calculated symphony of death.

The offensives of both sides were like a storm, blood and debris were scattered on the streets, dyeing this area scarlet.

Not only that, the "followers" and auxiliary troops of both sides were also engaged in fierce confrontations.

Explosions and flames devoured the tranquility of the entire street. Hard light, laser guns and live ammunition weapons kept exchanging fire. Occasionally, grenades and bombs were thrown, followed by deafening roars and flying fragments.

Despite the fierce battle, both sides failed to gain the upper hand.

Every corner of the street became the focus of contention. Both sides gritted their teeth, and it seemed that no one was willing to give in easily.

The "frenzy" that broke out here was like a microcosm of doomsday, pushing the confrontation between loyalty and betrayal to the extreme.

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At this time, a son of the fallen emperor holding a sword and a whip in both hands quickly broke through the front line set up by the son of mankind with incredible speed and agility.

His movements were as swift as a ghost, and every step seemed to blend into the shadows, making it difficult to catch his trace.

At the moment when a crack appeared in the front line, the Emperor's Son swung his sword without hesitation, and the sharp blade drew a dazzling arc of light.

The two Sons of Man who tried to block his steps and space were beheaded by the extremely accurate sword before they even had time to react, and blood spurted out.

In the distance, a Son of Man holding a 1.0cal heavy bolter hurriedly turned his firepower to try to suppress this nightmare-like enemy.

However, before the machine gun could spit out destructive flames, the long whip-like weapon snaked out like a living thing.

The whip shadow swept through the air, bringing a sharp sound of breaking wind, and instantly entangled the machine gunner's neck.

The fallen Emperor's Son only pulled his wrist lightly, and forcibly pulled the heavily armored Astartes in front of him.

Before the opponent could struggle, its sharp sword had already swung down again, and with one blow, it completely decapitated the machine gunner, and blood and mechanical fragments fell to the ground with the head rolling down.

Then, this fallen one was like an unstoppable storm, setting off a tragic killing in the line of the Sons of Man.

Its sword skills were precise and cold, and every swing took away a living life; its whip shadow was like the scythe of the god of death, entangled and pulled all the Sons of Man who tried to counterattack from a distance into the abyss of death.

In just a few seconds, he easily slaughtered more than a dozen Sons of Man.

The line of the Sons of Man began to waver, and their helmets were full of shock and anger that could not be concealed.

They had never seen such a brutal opponent who could shake their formation with his own strength, not to mention killing more than a dozen of their brothers in a short moment!

Even the Honor Guards beside the Primarch could not easily slaughter the Astartes who were ten times their own.

The situation on the battlefield reversed sharply at this moment.

"Hahaha~! Tremble! Foolish brothers!"

"In front of Lucius, you are all playthings!!"

After seeing that the Emperor's son successfully reversed the stalemate with his own strength, all the fallen laughed and ridiculed wantonly.

Those guys who once believed in the "Emperor" now seemed to have forgotten their original oaths, swallowed by the darkness of corruption, and turned into a group of ruthless and crazy bastards.

They did not hide their insults to humans, the empire and "brothers", as if they were enjoying the carnival of victory.

Moreover, their roars also exposed the name of the Emperor's son, which seemed to be "Lucius".

As for the Emperor's son named Lucius, the appearance of his power armor is chilling.

The surface of the armor is covered with layers of twisted and deformed "human skin", which seems to be forcibly fixed on the armor. As the battle progresses, it trembles and twists from time to time, as if struggling in pain.

Even more horrifying is that there are countless struggling faces engraved on those "human skins", and each face seems to be screaming in pain, as if the soul is imprisoned in this armor and has nowhere to escape.

Their lifeless eyes flicker on the surface of the armor, and they seem to still have consciousness, full of endless fear and despair.

Lucius's figure on this battlefield is like the incarnation of a demon, and his hideous and ugly face complements the terrifying power armor.

Every step it takes is like stepping on countless souls, cruel and decisive.

As the laughter of the fallen becomes louder and louder, the bloody atmosphere on the battlefield becomes stronger, as if the whole world is succumbing to Lucius' victory.

"Ha!"

The company champion who also joined the battle snorted coldly. Seeing the tragic death of his brothers and hearing the wild laughter of the traitors, his anger instantly erupted.

He no longer hesitated, holding the heavy power giant sword tightly with both hands. The sword flashed with sharp light, like a lightning that was about to tear everything apart.

Then, the company champion accelerated suddenly, his footsteps were as fast as the wind.

His figure was also like a flash of lightning, breaking through the air.

Rou~————！ ！ ！

The power giant sword carried terrifying power, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Lucius's back.

However, facing such a fierce attack, Lucius did not panic.

Its reaction was extremely fast, and its body suddenly leaned forward, and its legs suddenly kicked the ground, allowing its body to slide like a ghost, successfully avoiding this fatal blow.

The angry sword of the company champion passed through the air, brushed Lucius's shoulder and swept down, and the sword tip slashed to the ground.

Bang————！ ！ ！

The giant sword hit the ground with unparalleled force, and a deafening roar broke out.

Dust flew up, and the ground was split open in an instant, forming a shallow pit more than one meter deep. The surrounding stones and debris flew up, as if the earth was trembling with the anger of this blow.

"Face me! Traitor!"

Seeing that the attack missed, the company champion immediately adjusted his body shape and continued to swing the power giant sword at Lucius.

"As you wish, kid."

After Lucius completed the dodge again and distanced himself from the company champion, he stretched out his tongue to lick his bloody left hand, and grinned:

"Let me taste your taste, hahahaha!!"