Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 47 Chaos Expedition ([-])

Anger, endless anger.

The blow from the Butcher's Nail lingered in Angron's nearly disintegrated consciousness all the time. The pain and madness had already pushed the Red Angel to the brink of losing his rationality. excruciating pain.

boom!
Accompanied by Angron's frenzied roar, the huge airflow of wings fluttering into the sky instantly blew away the diffused gunpowder smoke, as if a huge figure of a devouring beast appeared on the battlefield, dozens of ancient Baneblade super-heavy tanks were The red angel's angry blow turned into scrap iron, and the heavy ceramic steel armor was torn apart like torn paper by the heavy demonic black sword.

The dark red blood slowly flowed out from the body of the shattered steel behemoth, and the surrounding mortal auxiliaries were instantly slaughtered by the chaotic blade of the demon primarch. The spinning and flying countless heads and stumps made the already tragic scorched-earth battlefield Even bloodier, Angron could feel the delicious madness and hatred brewing in it.

[The appearance of the target individual Red Angel is detected, and the preplan α-88 is activated. 】

However, when the auspicious array detected the huge figure of the Primarch Demon appearing on the battlefield, the cold voice from the Primarch almost simultaneously reached the ears of all the units in the combat area.

After receiving the order, the surviving mortal auxiliaries around the remains of these super-heavy tanks silently unsealed their melta bombs.

These figures crawling in the trenches are too small, even though the Primarch of the Demon saw their pupils filled with hatred and glory, he couldn't find the corresponding one in his shattered consciousness driven by the Butcher's Nail. vocabulary.

"Die!! Devil!!"

After the first roar from who knows, the burning courage turned into the anger of hatred at this moment, and the seemingly insignificant figures of mortals launched a desperate and lifeless heroic charge towards the huge figure in front of them without hesitation.

In an instant, the scarlet sharp blade crushed most of the charging figures, and the broken internal organs and stumps were mixed with loyal blood.

However, Angron, who had long been ignorant of the word "glory", still ignored the extent to which mortal courage could reach.

Amid the ever-decreasing battle roars and gunfire, his tiny figure passed through the death storm of the demon blade, although only the upper half of his broken body symbolized that his life was like a dying candle in the wind.

However, his burning courage still shines brightly.

"For...the Emperor!!"

A furious roar sounded at Angron's feet. Even though the red angel's thick hooves crushed his head into powder in an instant, the huge heat from the melta bomb instantly crushed the heroic figures of the red angel and the mortal. Devour them all.

During the faintly visible period, pale golden flames were mixed with it.

Through the precise guidance of this huge heat, the intensive artillery fire of hundreds of Poison Blades tore through the endless smoke on the battlefield, and the intensive firepower composed of explosive bombs, plasma, and even deflagration instantly submerged the huge figure of the Scarlet Angel, The terrifying firepower capable of tearing out mountains of corpses and seas of blood in an endless wave of demons was poured on the body of the demon primarch at this moment, followed by melta cannons and apocalypse missiles from dozens of warrior-level titans The precise and unmistakable focus of the fire, and even the dazzling star-like beam of the volcano cannon bombarded it.

Needless to say, this is an exaggerated fire that is deadly enough.Except for the giant steel beast with enough layers of void shields, no matter what kind of existence it is, it would be difficult for any existence to survive under this terrifying concentrated fire.

The indescribable heat and artillery fire blocked the sight of the Red Angel. Angron tried to roar out. The endless anger seemed to be no longer hot in the dazzling torrent of heat. Also slack in the burning and cracking nerves.

Even the miraculous body under the blessing of Khorne's divine power is hard to resist under the terrifying focus of the crowd.

Before the scarlet angel's roar spread hundreds of meters away, the endless macro-cannon from the huge artillery position turned the scorched earth within a few miles into ashes, and the body of the demon primarch was constantly being torn apart and reborn. The powerful physique that was once the Primarch could not resist this terrible shelling.

Immediately afterwards, the dazzling spears above the sky were ready to go.

Angron's consciousness was swallowed again in the torrent of light.

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[Plan α-88 ends. 】

[It has been detected that the Red Angel individual has been expelled. 】

[Battle History: The 887th time. 】

[Evaluation of resource allocation consumption...has reached an acceptable threshold. 】

The Primarch's knuckles slowly released the button of the lance command.

The crisp rebound sound and the warning sound of running out of energy symbolize that the situation is no longer optimistic.

The final roar of the mortal hero still echoed in her ears, and the pain of the broken head and the severed waist appeared in her consciousness empathetically.

Her soul chain linking a huge army is continuously sending back the pain and despair that no one can bear, and there are more tragic sacrifices appearing in this bloody meat-grinding battlefield every moment. Every now and then there are more poignant stories overshadowed by brutal deaths.

But Elaine has no time to relive the heaviness of suffering.

The strong soul of the Primarch is constantly burning, bestowing endless courage on all fighting warriors.

She silently inspected the continuously dwindling resources and the gloomy battlefield situation, turning her consciousness to every burning bloody front.

The price of this war is already heavy enough.

Since the start of this grand war, the scarlet Primarch figure has rushed to her position with an endless army of Chaos demons.

Never stops, never lags.

Every eight hours, Angron's exiled form returns to the world.

Every eight hours, the offensive of the Khorne demon army will become more and more violent.

When this fierce and brutal war has progressed to the point that even the Astartes are constantly dying every minute, the shadow of the Resolute Determination can already emerge from the horizon, constantly approaching the brass fortress that is as majestic as a mountain. , the black stone ram that drives the anti-psychic stance has also been driven to the limit.

The entire domain of Khorne was torn apart by the shadow of this fleet into a majestic rift. The dense formations of the human empire are struggling to resist the never-ending waves of demons from all directions. Can't match the speed of elimination.

If any position is torn open by the wave of demons, defeat and death will spread at an unimaginable speed.

Victory seems to be in sight, but victory seems increasingly out of reach.

[Calculation result: After 13 hours, 13 minutes and 13 seconds, the Resolute Resolve will reach the target. 】

[Estimated consumption: unacceptable. 】

Elaine stared silently at the data panel in front of her, and she clearly saw these cold numbers flashing with pale golden light.

At the same time, the scarlet figure sitting on the skull throne also let out a terrifying laugh.

He saw her scarlet armor.

He heard the roar of the chainaxe.

He noticed that the majestic ram of the Resolute Determination had already been smeared with the blood of the brave.

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