Chapter 500
After roaring, he charged at Constantine without hesitation. His movements were swift and resolute, like an arrow shot from a bow, with a force that destroyed everything. In his eyes, Constantine was the culprit who pushed him into the abyss and the source of all his pain. The Primarch was determined to pour all his anger and hatred into this charge, even if he was crushed to pieces, he would make Constantine pay the price.
However, the outcome of the battle was already doomed, and the Primarch, who had no equipment, was at an obvious disadvantage when facing the fully armed Constantine. At the climax of the fierce battle, a flash of determination flashed in the eyes of the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guards. He tightly grasped the radiant Spear of the Sun God in his hand and swung it hard. The sharp spear was like an arrow that broke through the air, instantly piercing the Primarch's abdomen with a heart-pounding force.
The Primarch groaned in pain, his body trembling involuntarily. The spear not only pierced his flesh, but also seemed to pierce his soul. The Spear of the Sun God in the Marshal's hand lost its light in an instant, but the wound it caused could not be healed. The Primarch's body was nailed to the cold wall of the prison by the spear, like a cruel painting, reflecting the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battle.
At this moment, the Primarch felt unprecedented despair, and his eyes showed endless regret and helplessness. Constantine, standing not far away, watched all this calmly, and his victory seemed to have been expected. The silence in the prison made the outcome of this battle seem even heavier, and the Primarch's struggle gradually became weaker until it stopped completely. Although the Primarch struggled with all his might, his body seemed to be fixed in invisible shackles, and even the slightest movement could not be achieved. The Primarch in front of him was the demigod of war carefully created by the Lord of Mankind, powerful and inviolable. If it weren't for the appearance of that damned Randan alien, he would still be a fearless and loyal warrior, standing at the forefront of the battlefield, fighting for the glory of mankind. However, the fickleness of fate has put him in the current predicament, making it impossible for him to shed blood for faith and glory.
In this world full of countless possibilities, the only thing that cannot be touched is the illusory "if". Today, the Primarch has been eroded by evil brainwashing, his mind is bound, his soul is imprisoned, and he can no longer be saved. The Imperial Regent knows this well, and he understands that there is no turning back for this creature controlled by the dark power.
Faced with such a tragedy, the Imperial Regent was filled with endless sorrow and helplessness. He knew that the Primarch, who he had placed high hopes on, had now become an irreparable regret. However, life is always cruel, and it will not stop moving forward because of anyone's pain. The Imperial Regent understood that the only thing he could do was to let the Primarch get rid of this endless pain as soon as possible and end this torture.
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So, in the deep night, the Imperial Regent made a resolute decision. He will personally take action to end the Primarch's life and let him find relief in eternal tranquility. Although this decision made him very painful, he knew that this was his responsibility as the regent and his last care for the Primarch.
In this world, there is no if, only reality. The Imperial Regent will complete this difficult task with a heavy heart, so that the Primarch can feel the warmth from the Empire at the last moment. And he himself will continue to move forward and lead the Empire to a brighter future.
"Give him a quick death." The Imperial Regent's voice was low and heavy, with a hint of sadness between his eyebrows, as if an invisible mourning was being performed in his heart.
His eyes revealed a complex emotion, both helplessness towards fate and deep sympathy for the unfortunate person. The pair of eyes that were once cold and decisive were now filled with soft sadness, like the last ray of warm sunshine in autumn, about to be ruthlessly swallowed.
The air around him seemed to solidify because of his words, and an unspeakable sense of heaviness filled everyone's heart. The guards behind him, although expressionless, but the fingers holding the hilt of the sword silently revealed their inner tension and uneasiness. At this moment, the future of the empire seemed to hang on a thread, and every decision made by the regent affected the fate of the entire empire.
Constantine nodded slowly, his expression solemn and resolute. The Marshal of the Imperial Guards' steady arm muscles were tense, and he slowly pulled out the legendary weapon, the Spear of the Solar God, from the Primarch's chest. As he completed his action, a tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the air. Suddenly, a deafening roar broke the silence, and the grenade gun installed at the front of the Spear of the Solar God instantly spewed out hot anger, as if a fire dragon was hovering in the air, bringing a shocking scene.
The specially made armor-piercing shrapnel, as swift as a bloodthirsty cheetah, effortlessly tore through the tough skin of the demigod of war. These carefully designed shrapnel, with the breath of death, spun through his flesh barrier, like a sharp blade cutting through gauze. Hundreds of shrapnel smashed the demigod's lungs like a swarm of frenzied bees. They mercilessly tore through each piece of lung tissue, turning them into bloody fragments. But that was not enough. These deadly shrapnel continued to wreak havoc, ruthlessly hitting his heart, causing irreparable trauma to it. Blood gushed out of the wound like a red waterfall. The demigod trembled in pain, and the light of life gradually went out under the cruel attack.
Even for the original body with extremely tenacious vitality, such injuries are undoubtedly enough to threaten his life. It struggled painfully on the ground for a moment. The pair of pupils that were once full of enthusiasm and vitality are now losing their luster little by little and slowly dimming, like a light that is about to go out, making people feel endless regret. and helplessness.
In the distant ancient times, the emperor's son was once the majestic primarch of the Eleventh Legion. He was once regarded as a loyal guardian on the battlefield. However, this war demigod now behaves in a sad way. , fell into this dark and lightless prison. This prison seemed to be shrouded in eternal darkness, unable to see the light of day. It was here that he witnessed the end of his glorious life. Where there was once glory and dignity, now only cold stone walls and deep despair remain.
The Imperial Regent slowly leaned down, and with a heavy and solemn gesture, gently closed the primarch's glaring eyes. Those eyes once reflected countless brilliance and glory, but now there was only deep anger and unyielding determination towards Ran Dan's alien form. The imperial regent's eyes also flashed with the same anger, which was the deepest hatred for a betrayer.
Accompanied by Constantine, the two walked out of the cold and damp prison area of the palace in silence. Although their steps were heavy, every step revealed unquestionable determination. The prison area of the palace seemed to be illuminated by the anger of the two of them, which was an indescribable majesty and power.
There was a depressing and heavy atmosphere in the air, as if even time had frozen at this moment. The backs of the Imperial Regent and Constantine looked particularly lonely and determined in the dark corridor. They did not look back, had no words, only the anger towards the betrayers and the concern for the future of the empire were deeply engraved in their hearts.
In the vast sky of the empire, the blood-red sunset slowly set in the evening, and the rich crimson reflected in the deep pupils of the imperial regent, like a drop of solidified blood. He sat on a high throne, his eyes flashing with unspeakable depth and sorrow. The fall of the Primarch was like a crack in the glorious history of the Empire, filling the hearts of the Imperial Regents with bitterness and unwillingness.
He slowly held the scepter tightly, and the gem that symbolized supreme power shone brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun. The Imperial Regent knew that the death of a Primarch was not just the death of an individual, but a great loss of Imperial power. The flame of revenge surged in his heart, and he vowed to make those Randan aliens who dared to challenge the majesty of the empire pay a heavy price.
In the deep dusk, the imperial regent's eyes were as sharp as cold lightning, staring into the distance. There is a firm belief in his heart that no matter what the cost, the Ran Dan alien must feel the anger and revenge of the empire. He will plan in the dark, accumulate strength in silence, until one day, he will insert the sword of revenge deeply into the heart of the enemy.
"Constantine, regarding the original body of the Second Legion, do you know its whereabouts?" The Imperial Regent's face was solemn, and there was unconcealable worry in his voice. He finally asked the question he was most concerned about, " Is it also imprisoned in the bottomless underground prison of the palace? Has the darkness and cold there caused it to lose its former glory? "
Constantine shook his head seriously, with a hint of helplessness and regret in his tone, "No, not really. He attempted to lead the Second Legion to launch an earth-shattering rebellion. However, when he was about to succeed, Lion King Ryan Keenly aware of this movement Before the rebels could secure their position, Ryan had already cut off his head with lightning speed. This move not only shocked everyone who was ready to move, but also proved the Lion King Ryan once again. majesty and power.”
"You mean, the Astartes of the Second Legion were not brainwashed by Ran Dan?" The Imperial Regent frowned slightly. Obviously, this news surprised him. He pondered for a moment, trying to understand the implications of this information and the impact it might have on the Empire. In his opinion, the Astartes have always been the most loyal warriors of the Empire. If they were not affected by brainwashing, then they are likely to become an important force in the Empire's fight against its enemies.
"You are right, I understand this deeply." Constantine stabilized his mood and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to drink away all the worries in his heart. "In fact, when the original body was brainwashed, Although some of the Astartes of the Second Legion and the Eleventh Legion were affected during the Dark Ages, it was gratifying to know that the majority of the Legion's warriors remained loyal to the Imperium."
Constantine's eyes flashed with determination, and he continued: "These loyal Astartes, they have experienced hundreds of battles, and their faith in the empire is deeply rooted in their bones. Even in the most difficult moments, they still stick to their posts, Defending the glory of the empire, their loyalty is the most precious asset to the empire.”
"So, what was the final fate of these Astartes? What kind of journey did they go through? Did they fight bravely to the end, or did they encounter any accidents, or have other experiences that we don't know about? Their stories, It is worthy of our in-depth exploration.
The question of the imperial regent was like a sky covered with dark clouds, casting a heavy haze over the heart of the imperial guards marshal. He sat in the marshal's tent, his eyes deep, and fell into a long silence. The atmosphere around him seemed to solidify, and even the air became heavy. This question affected the future fate of the empire, and he had to think carefully to make the most wise decision.
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In the deep imperial palace, Constantine, who has always been known for his profound knowledge and accurate answers, faced the complex and subtle question raised by the imperial regent. He rarely fell into deep thought. There was hesitation and hesitation in his eyes, and his fingers tapped the table unconsciously, as if he was weighing the pros and cons of the answer. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the atmosphere in the entire hall became tense. However, in the end, out of a deep sense of responsibility to the empire and the people and loyalty to knowledge, Constantine took a deep breath, slowly opened his mouth, and gave his answer.
The Space Marines of the two rebellious legions wreaked havoc in the abyss of the stars, challenging the authority and order of the Empire. However, their arrogance ultimately failed to escape the iron-blooded sanctions of the Empire. Like a stone sinking into the sea, the Space Marines of the two rebellious legions eventually disappeared in the battle sequence of the Empire. Whenever a legion disappeared, Guilliman's Ultramarines would expand their organization in a timely manner to fill the gaps left by those rebels.
In these dark days, Guilliman's Ultramarines became staunch defenders of the Empire, and their names stood for indomitable will and invincible power. With the demise of each rebellious legion, the Ultramarines' team would grow stronger, and their power would continue to condense and sublimate. This process of expansion and organization was both a warning to the rebels and a reward for the loyal.
Behind this interstellar war was the Empire's persistent pursuit of order and peace. Guilliman's Ultramarines were not only a fighting force, but also a symbol of justice and glory for the Empire. As the traitorous legions fell one by one, the order of the Imperium was gradually restored, and the Ultramarines were increasingly strengthened. "After a fierce interstellar war, when the two traitorous legions were completely defeated and disappeared in the long river of history, Guilliman's Ultramarines stood out and became the largest of all the Astartes Legions.