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Duanmuhuai rushed forward again.

The furious world-seekers rushed towards him. They witnessed how their Primarch was humiliated and killed by the other party, but they didn't just back down, nor were they afraid. Their hearts are burning with rage, they are fearless, all they expect is revenge and destruction!

However, their determination is meaningless in the face of absolute power.

"boom!!"

Duan Muhuai slammed into the body of the Shifu who stood in front of him, even though the latter was holding the bolt gun against his chest, bullets roared and fired from the bolt gun, hitting Duanmu Huai's chest on the armor, then bounced aside. But Duanmuhuai took advantage of the situation to knock him away, and then smashed it down with a hammer——the roaring hammer smashed his head, and directly smashed the world in half from the middle.

That's right, smash, that war hammer looks sharper than the sharpest power sword at the moment, it smashed the world's head, spine, sternum, two hearts, and then went all the way down, smashing him into pieces Two halves of a mangled body.

Another world-beater rushed up, swung his sword at Duanmuhuai, and slashed at his neck. However, his sharp blade stopped suddenly in the air. Augis stretched out her hand, and the invisible silk thread was wrapped around the power sword, forcibly preventing the Wrapper from moving further. After that, Lorena strode forward and jumped up. , raised the holy scripture in his hand high, and smashed it head-on at the wretch.

Marius led the 1st company forward, and the demons they encountered were so ferocious that they were completely unexpected, but they continued to fight, bolters raised and chainsaws in their hands. Sword, to wipe out all the enemies who dare to stand in front of them.

Duanmuhuai rushed in front of the demon's brain, and the latter let out a horrifying scream. The fierce voice turned into piercing sound waves and exploded, causing a headache.

However, this is of no use to Duanmuhuai, he is the god of destruction, the god of destruction, and to him, what the monster in front of him is doing is nothing more than a dying struggle of a mouse trapped in a corner.

"Go to hell!"

The war hammer in Duanmu Huai's hand swung forward, directly smashing into the depths of the huge brain, black flames burst out suddenly, and completely devoured this terrifying demon from the inside out.

The brain exploded and turned into indistinct pieces of meat and plasma. The ear-piercing screams stopped abruptly. Duanmuhuai stopped, retracted the hammer, and turned his head to see that there was nothing left except the corpse.

"finished?"

Marius came forward covered in blood and asked, while Duanmuhuai laughed.

"The end? Company Commander, you think too much, this is the beginning. I told you, this is the domain of Tyrannical Fury, every battle we do here, every kill, will increase its power, this is a There is no solution, as long as we continue to fight here, those warp demons will appear again. And the more warp demons we kill, the stronger the power of the evil god will be."

"It's just unimaginable."

Marius frowned.

"So, what can we do now?"

"Get out of here, and then completely destroy this battleship."

Duanmu Huai turned around.

"You've seen what you want, and unless you want to catch a demon, I suggest we'd better get out of here. Reporting to Guilliman comes first, isn't it?"

"As you said."

Marius glanced at the bridge again. Everything here has become dilapidated. Even the Thinker terminal and control system were destroyed in the previous battle. It is impossible to control this battleship again. .

"Let's get out of here."

【Time: -62.48.32】

Watching Marius' report, Guilliman remained silent. He just looked at the image in front of him over and over again. It was the image inside the Campanile recorded by Marius and other Ultramarines. A bloody world of destruction and death, twisted and mutated Astartes, and vicious monsters.

"So, this is what you see."

Guilliman looked to Marius, who nodded.

"Yes, my lord, this is what I saw and what I experienced."

"So, it's all true, they betrayed us, they betrayed the Emperor, they allied themselves with some kind of warp being... or daemons, they made peace with the unholy forces of the warp, and forged some kind of An evil pact, twisted into beings beyond our comprehension."

Guilliman sighed.

"To be honest, I don't know how to fight them. I know how to fight most things. I can even figure out how to fight the warriors of the Legion Astartes. Although this idea is quite heretical. But demons? In my opinion Come, after the Council of Nikaea, we have voluntarily abolished the only weapon in our hands capable of contending with the Warp, and we now need the Librarians badly. After all, we don't even know how to face those monsters now."

"snort."

Hearing this, Duanmu Huai snorted coldly. The Nikaia Conference was a meeting held by the Emperor at the end of the Great Crusade, and its main topic was the use of psykers in the legion. Eventually the Emperor issued a decree later known as the "Nikea Edict", stipulating that the Astartes Legion shall not use any psykers except Navigators and Astropaths, and disbanded the Librarian Department, and the Primarch Restrain yourself from using any psychic powers you have.

It is simply the best portrayal of giving up food because of choking.

What's even more ridiculous is that the emperor banned the think tank and psionic energy, and then went to use the technology of the Eldar to build a psionic webway.

In the real version, only the officers and soldiers set fires and the people are not allowed to light the lamps. The double standard is disgusting, and he himself uses psychic powers unscrupulously, as if "no one knows the subspace better than me, so you all have to listen to me".

Both stupid and imbecile.

And Guilliman continued.

"We should request to restore the establishment of the think tank. If there is a chance, I am afraid it is too late and there is no way. But if we can survive, then we must overturn the amnesty. As for now, we can temporarily use the name of military recruitment. Let those think tanks gather again..."

Having said this, Guilliman paused.

"It was as if, someone had expected that Nikaea would leave us unarmed, as if our enemies knew what was going to happen and had orchestrated events so that we would voluntarily abandon our only practical weapon."

The question is, who is this person?

Well, Duanmuhuai voted for the emperor.

He never liked this LYB, not at all.

"Then, my lord, how should we face the Seventeenth Legion?"

Someone asked.

"Can't we take the initiative and take them down?"

"cannot."

Guilliman shook his head.

"We do have evidence and witnesses, but we cannot startle the enemy. Moreover, I believe that most Astartes will not understand our orders, and perhaps we will only bring confusion to them by forcing them."

Indeed, the Thirteenth Legion is the most normal to a certain extent. They are not like Leman Russ' space huskies who dare to bite anyone, nor are they as foolish and loyal as the Sons of Horus, and they are not as possessive as the Word Bearers. Such fanatical beliefs, as well as rigid and masochistic tendencies like the Imperial Fist.

So if they were ordered to attack their fellow men without reason, such orders would definitely cause unimaginable confusion and confusion to the Ultramarines.

"There is still time."

Guilliman was silent for a moment.

"Theoretically, we can use the transfer of military establishments as an excuse to move their troops and soldiers to other places that will not pose a threat to us for the time being. At the same time, we must maintain a high degree of vigilance. Once they open fire on us, we will Fight back. In any case, we cannot do nothing and watch Calth and Ultramara be destroyed by them."

Saying this, Guilliman looked to his Chapter Master.

"You need to be in charge of organizing all this so that it looks like a normal military movement, and don't let our brothers take any advantage and politely but firmly demand that they must follow orders and act."

"What happens if they don't choose to fight back?"

At this moment, someone asked again.

"They're going to fight back."

A look of grief flashed across Guilliman's face.

"If Horus, Lorgar, really betrayed the Empire, they would attack anyway. For them, just need a reason, an excuse, whatever. They won't know that we already know their secret, and we don't have much time left."

"Or, I can get them to speed up."

At this moment, Duanmu Huai stepped in and spoke, and everyone also looked at them.

"accelerate?"

"That's right, the Tribunal fleet can appear in Cowes. I believe that when those bastards who believe in evil gods see the Tribunal's fleet, they will definitely choose to jump over the wall—since that bitch Erebus is also here, Then they must still remember the battle with the Sixty-second Expeditionary Fleet in the Istvan Galaxy Judgment Chamber, and our appearance will make them panic, and they are likely to act in advance."

"Theoretically possible."

Guilliman paused, then nodded.

"I understand, then I'll leave it to you, Grand Inquisitor."

"Leave it to me."

Duanmuhuai smiled coldly.

"This time, I guarantee that the old boy Erebus will never escape."

He wanted to beat this bastard up a long time ago.

Duanmuhuai even began to imagine how beautiful the mournful cry would be when his Thunder Hammer smashed into that abominable face of Erebus—it would definitely be a very pleasing scene.