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Chapter 978 Gorgon Chief: Ferrus Malus (VI) [Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone! ]

[At this moment, you stared at Lorgar who was flying backwards, and you were visibly stunned. ]

[Although your physical strength is strong to a certain extent, it shouldn't make a Primarch so embarrassed, right? ]

[Is it you who is too strong, or is Lorgar too weak? ]

[Buzz buzz buzz——]

[In a flash, you suddenly swung the Blood Scythe forward, and cut a dozen enchanted warriors called the Sons of the Blessed into flying pieces of flesh and blood! ]

[Your huge body, wrapped in a dark shadow like a flame, continued to fly towards Lorgar who fell heavily to the ground! ]

[Boom! ]

[Before you got close, Lorgar, whose face was getting more and more angry, climbed up from the ground. ]

[He swung the Revelation Light Power Scepter tightly held in his palm, and powerful psychic lightning quickly attacked you! ]

[However, you were unmoved by this, and simply condensed a layer of shadow armor to cover your body, allowing the opponent's psychic power to continue to fall on your huge body! ]

[Your huge iron fist once again slammed into Lorgar's burly body, and the Truth Armor covered with mysterious protective runes flashed a little, and a large number of fragmented armor shells splashed everywhere! ]

[This terrifying punch with flying speed and anger bonus not only completely shattered the opponent's psychic shield and power armor, but also made the opponent fly backwards like a rag doll! ]

[At this moment, you subconsciously stared at the vibranium fist, and the bronze face hidden inside the skull helmet gradually revealed a change of emotion of sudden enlightenment. ]

[If there is a ranking among the twenty-two Primarch brothers. ]

[Then, when it comes to the skill of using psychic power, Magnus said he was the first, and no one dared to say he was second. ]

[As for physical strength, although the honest Vulkan would take care of the emotions of his brothers and was unwilling to show too much, he was obviously the strongest among the Primarchs. Even Angron, who had already ascended to the demon, could only rank second. ]

[But when it comes to Lorgar, his psychic power cannot be compared with Magnus, and his physical strength is not as good as Vulkan or Angron. Even his lethality and destructive power are obviously not as good as Sanguinius, not to mention command and internal affairs construction, etc., and he can't be compared with Guilliman and Dorn. ]

[In your opinion, Lorgar seems to be far ahead only in the study of faith. ]

[However, from the moment he chose to betray the Emperor, even this slight advantage was given up by the other party himself. ]

[Therefore, if one must be chosen from among the many Primarch brothers as the shame of the Primarch, then this title seems to belong to Lorgar. ]

[Boom boom boom——]

[Your huge body fell heavily on the black sand covered with smelly blood and armor fragments, and countless Word Bearers holding melee weapons quickly surrounded you indomitablely. ]

[But the gap in combat power between the Primarchs and the Astartes is too huge, and it is not something that can be made up by the number of people in front of you. ]

[You just waved the Blood Scythe back and forth and swept it hard. Hundreds of Word Bearers who couldn't even withstand a blow could only become bloody corpses all over the ground! 】

【"Lorgar, are you just going to watch your bloodline descendants die for you? You are so weak, you are worthy of being the shame of the Primarch! In my eyes, you are not even as good as Angron who has no independent consciousness!" You stared at Lorgar who was retreating and roared in a low voice. 】

【You slowly drove the vibranium power armor forward, and countless terrifying artillery fire from the Word Bearers' attacking forces repeatedly exploded on your huge body. 】

【You seem to be unharmed, but every time you take a step, dozens of Word Bearers will unfortunately become the tragic souls under your blood scythe! 】

【Perhaps your killing of the Word Bearers Legion was too bloody and cruel, or Lorgar couldn't stand you calling him the shame of the Primarch. 】

【"Rorschach——"】

【The next moment, Lorgar, holding the Light Power Scepter of Revelation tightly in both hands, roared deafeningly, and regardless of the obstruction of his trusted subordinates beside him, he once again launched an amazing battle charge in your direction! 】

【Your eyes were extremely cold. 】

【You did not leave any way for the other party to retreat. 】

【A large number of dark shadows rising like flames quickly flowed out of your huge body! 】

【The shadow power that instantly turned into countless shadow crows tightly wrapped Lorgar's burly body, and a terrifying storm like a slow cut of flesh and blood unfolded on the spot! 】

【Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle——】

【After dozens of seconds, countless shadow crows scattered and returned to your huge body. 】

【Now Lorgar, who appeared in front of countless Word Bearers and even you, seemed to have only his last breath left. 】

【His limbs had been cut off, and even the armor of truth wrapped around his burly body was broken, even exposing his internal organs that were rapidly wriggling and healing! 】

【However, when you were about to take the opportunity to raise the blood sickle in your palm and give Lorgar, who had not yet ascended to magic, a fatal blow. 】

[Countless increasingly frantic Word Bearers and dozens of fully-powered Enchanted Warriors launched a continuous battle charge towards you! ]

[It was during this short few seconds of obstruction that a teleportation light suddenly appeared on Lorgar's body, allowing the other party to successfully escape from the current battlefield! ]

[You were obviously a little angry about this, and your means of killing countless Word Bearers and Enchanted Warriors became more and more cruel and ruthless. ]

[Not long after, you, with countless blood and minced meat on your huge body, temporarily ended your continuous killing of the Word Bearers Legion. ]

[A large amount of refreshed data from the Astartes' combat loss ratio not only calmed you down again, but also temporarily returned to your position as the commander-in-chief of the battlefield. ]

[The current battlefield situation is becoming more and more chaotic and anxious. Every inch of the surface of Isstvan V is scattered with the hot blood and fragile lives of you and the traitor legions. ]

[Even if the combat power of your four Primarchs is almost crushed by the ordinary Astartes. 】

【However, when the number of enemies gradually increased to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, the role that your proud individual combat power could play became increasingly limited. 】

【You drove the Vibranium Power Armor madly, wielding the Blood Scythe in your palm, and the whole person was like a human tank, interspersing and killing in the huge battle formation of the Iron Warriors Legion. 】

【You successfully found Ferrus, who was besieged by countless Iron Warriors, and the Iron Hands with five elite companies left. 】

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I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family.