supreme commander's bizarre adventure

A few hours ago, thousands of battleships jumped into from the edge of the solar star field, destroying the fleet of the first sphere that stood in front of them, although a small number of survivors were taken away by Corax's horizontal cross, But the purpose of the traitors was achieved.

Now, they continue to roll forward.

The second sphere fleet, Uranus Planet Fortress.

The fortress was guarded by [-] Imperial Fists and [-] Blood Angels, and the rest consisted of nearly [-] auxiliary troops.

"...Hmm, damned Horus!"

The Sun Auxiliary Army "Parthian 245th Regiment" infantry regiment is the main force guarding the planetary fortress. The entire infantry regiment has nearly [-] troops including reinforcements, and the entire infantry regiment was lost within an hour after the attack began. half!

The lieutenant of the Auxiliary Army who put together several remnants was cursing. He was surrounded by an incompletely constructed position. Although there were still three space fighters here, one of them lost his left hand, and the other lost his arm. As for the leg, there is only one intact person left.

"Lieutenant, get your men ready, I hear running."

The soldier of the Holy Blood Angel said that he was the one without the leg, and the other two were soldiers of the Imperial Fist Legion.

"Okay," the lieutenant of the Auxiliary Army with a bandage on his head but still slowly oozing blood, and the smell of burnt on his shoulders nodded. He turned his head and said to the second lieutenant from the remnants of the squadron beside him, now his adjutant :

"After a while, I will say press, and you press the switch of the directional mine—"

A sharp whistling sound suddenly exploded!

When the lieutenant came back to his senses and realized what had happened, the adjutant's head... no, his entire upper body had completely disappeared, and the body without his upper body fell to the ground, blood spurting out, staining the walls and corridors. The scarlet of the last layer of death!

The soldiers of the Sun Auxiliary Army were well-trained and full of anger. They quickly returned fire with their laser rifles and deflagration rifles, but this only knocked down the few Sons of Horus who rushed forward, and more rebels easily Dodging the attacks of the auxiliaries, the bolter in his hand only fired briefly, eliminating several threatening autocannons and ion cannons.

The soldiers of the Imperial Fist blocked a fatal blow for a young auxiliary army. He was hit in the chest and shoulder by several explosive bombs, and then died under the high-speed rotation of the chainsword passing through his chest. saw blade... and the auxiliaries he saved didn't last long. This group of young people was randomly pushed away by a son of Horus when they tried to blow up a son of Horus with a melta bomb. This loyal young man The person flew up like a bird, flew across a dirty slaughterhouse, hit the wall behind him, and turned into a pool of twisted flesh and blood.

The handless Imperial Fist shredded the body of a lotus with his chainsword, but it didn't save his own life. His head was severed and hung at the waist of his killer. , The warrior's unrepentant eyes stared blankly at the remaining resisters who were about to die.

The massacre only lasted for half a minute, and half a minute later, there were only two people left, one was the Holy Blood Angel, his helmet was blown off, the blood on his forehead flowed down the corners of his eyebrows, and the whole person was stepped on In a pool of blood, the other was a lieutenant of the Auxiliary Army. He gritted his teeth, and the monomolecular saber in his hand trembled slightly. In front of him stood several soldiers of the Sons of Horus.

"Mortal," said the leader, the Son of Horus. The Eye of Horus on his body exuded malice that ordinary humans could not resist, and the black armor was full of innocent blood.But now, Warrior Hezi felt that he could persuade the lieutenant in front of him to surrender:

"Kneel down and serve us and the Warmaster. Then, you will receive the blessings of the gods."

"Hmm... run away..."

There was an inaudible, suppressed painful voice. The leader, the Son of Horus, stepped on the head of the Blood Angel soldier and gently crushed it. The dull sound of skull cracking spread into the ears of everyone present. , the Holy Blood Angel's painful voice made the lotuses burst into laughter.

"Ha, what are you waiting for? Lieutenant, you are not a brave person, otherwise, you would not have survived to this day," the Hezi warrior who was stepping on the Blood Angel said casually, and his words hit the lieutenant "I saw the troops you belonged to in the first wave of landing. They are all on the first line of defense, right?"

"Then why are you alone here?"

"..." The lieutenant's chest heaved, he held the handle of the saber with both hands, and remained silent.

"Well, it looks like you've made a decision," Hezi smiled mockingly. He raised his feet and walked towards the lieutenant. The latter closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said:

"Barna, Khalil, Hardaway..."

"what?"

"One thousand four hundred and twenty two were killed by you bastards. You destroyed my army and killed my brothers and sisters. Now, you want me to surrender?!"

The lieutenant growled and rushed forward, brandishing his saber—

Without any accidents, he was grabbed by the neck and lifted up. He swung his saber wildly, but he could only leave traces of sparks and white on the Son of Horus's armor, not even scratches.

"madness……"

"Hmph...haha..." The lieutenant laughed, and the Son of Horus frowned, pinching his neck, and when he turned around to look, he found that the blood angel turned over with difficulty and pressed down. The switch I touched from the corpse just now.

The Blood Angel was killed by the other Sons of Horus in an instant, but the switch had already been flipped.

The tandem melta bombs placed all over the position were all detonated within a second!

Bright flames filled the entire wide corridor, ultra-high temperature and shock waves swept everything here, the Sons of Horus and cultists who were close to the bomb were directly vaporized, and those who stood a little further away were also blown away. The corpses and stumps were engulfed by the scorching wind, until they hit the walls and corners of the corridor and did not stop for a while.

The entire corridor was filled with the stench of evaporated blood and scorched corpses. The Son of Horus got up from the ground just now. He shook his head and stood up straight before realizing that the person he brought had disappeared for four weeks. One in one!

Thanks to Astarte's superhuman physique and the protection of the armor, the number of Sons of Horus survived is quite large. As for the cultists and the auxiliaries who defected to the Warmaster and accompanied them this time, they disappeared without a trace. Without a trace, it is difficult for them to find a corpse that is complete enough...

After stomping on the chest of the blood angel soldier's corpse as if venting, the leader, the Son of Horus, cursed and loudly ordered to his subordinates:

"go ahead!"

Chapter 464 Chapter 270

Flames swirled around the Mountain Array.

Every minute and every second, thousands of shells and torpedoes bombard her void shield, but like her master, the unshakable high wall of the Imperial Fists, the Shanzheng still stands In the space between Mars and the throne world.

The traitors encountered the most decisive resistance here. Roger Dorn personally commanded the blocking fleet on the Shanzheng. Thousands of warships crowded into this not-so-wide area to fight each other. The pride of mankind, the empire The warships across the star sea turned into clusters of gorgeous fireworks here, and the scattered debris has not been cleaned up even within a hundred years after the war...

The command center of the Shanzhen.

Rogge Dorn crossed his arms and looked at the image in front of him expressionlessly. Every tremor of the Mobile Fortress was like a sharp knife cutting his flesh and blood. The Primarch sighed slightly in his heart, and then, determination replaced sorrow, The fearless defender is back.

"The Second Squadron and the Third and Fourth Squadrons retreated step by step. The Fifth and Sixth Squadrons made a surprise attack to the left side of the enemy group to support the withdrawal of the main force. The Seventh Squadron and the Shanzheng stayed here to attract firepower."

The Lord of the Seventh Legion ordered, and then he looked at General Sue Cassan standing in the front right. This venerable lady was the former admiral of the Jupiter Fleet. Now, the Primarch hopes that she can take on more big responsibility.

"General, I hope you can..."

Before Donne finished speaking, a piercing sound like fingernails scratching glass swept through the brains of everyone present. Then, a communication soldier who was monitoring various voice messages suddenly stood up, his body twitched unnaturally, his head mechanically Turning around 180 degrees, he looked at Rog Dorn with a weird smile, but before he could say anything, his head was blown away by the Primarch who appeared in front of him almost instantly!

Blood spattered on the device in front of the corpse, making a rustling noise and emitting an indescribable stench.

Don's expression didn't change much, he turned his head and shouted to the other people who were stunned:

"keep fighting!"

The entire bridge continued to spin like a clockwork machine. A few slave laborers staggered forward to clean up the blood and corpses. Donne, whose eyes became sharper, walked quickly to the communicator and dialed a Human Communications:

"Sigismund?"

"I have always been, my lord."

"Find it and kill it."

"Follow your orders."

The black knight opened his bright sapphire blue eyes. He stood up after half kneeling in prayer, put on his helmet, and walked out of the hall of honor. Behind him, dozens of saints from the first company of the Imperial Fists The Knights of the Templar silently followed his footsteps.

The shadows shuttled among the mountain formations, gathered in the corridor, and the darkness at the edge of the bright candle flames spread upwards, along the walls, wantonly devouring all life... The spreading shadows laughed lowly, this weird The sound was like the wind whistling through the teeth of the skull.

"Hee hee... the black knight..."

"...Sigismund...poor boy..."

Sigismund was the first to step into this dark place that swallowed hundreds of guards. There used to be a vast hall with exquisite artwork and banners used to show the glory of the Legion, but now , In this hall, the darkness is dormant, tasting the corpse of the victim, and the sound of chewing is incessant.

"Get out," the black knight whispered, and the darkness did as he wished.

Dozens of flesh and blood dogs spewed out from the darkness. They had big maws, and threw their foul-smelling saliva to the ground, corroding small holes in the marble floor. When these abominations ran At that time, the black smoke dragged behind them like a rein, extending into the darkness in the deepest part of the hall.

Sigismund walked forward slowly, and with a random swipe of the long sword in his hand, a magic dog that leaped towards him split open from the center of the big mouth full of sharp teeth, and a straight slash went straight from its head. With a hooked tail, the body that had been cut in two fell to the ground with a dull sound, and then turned into dust and disappeared.

The magic dog could not resist the most elite fighters of the Imperial Fist. After seeing the annihilated magic dog, the darkness shrank a little, as if it was gathering strength... Dozens of running sounds came from the depths of the hall, but the black knight Still moving forward slowly, without hesitation.

Ten seconds later, the first running shadow emerged from the darkness. It was a four-legged creature that looked like a wild beast. Its body was covered with an ill-fitting Imperial Fist armor, as if it had come from within. It seemed to be propped up outward, and the clenched fist on the shoulder was also deformed——

Sigismund gritted his teeth, his chest filled with anger, but his sword skills became more and more exquisite. He dodged to avoid the pounce of the first monster, sent the long sword into the head of the second monster, and then twisted the sword body, completely destroying its brain!

But this couldn't kill them completely, so the black knight turned his long sword, stepped on the monster's body, pierced into the bloated body, and cut off the deformed spine.

The monster hissed in pain and collapsed on the ground. They did not disappear like the magic dogs just now. Dark red blood flowed out from the wound, staining the marble under the soldiers' feet.

Sigismund started to run, and he charged straight forward like a bolt that pierced through his chest.

The Templars rushed forward following their leader. They were scattered on the two wings of the Black Knight, guarding his left and right sides. Everyone was connected by blood, and they were sublimated by their comradeship. At this moment... Sigis Mond seemed to see a golden light.

This light is sacred and dazzling, but not warm.

Cleave, slash, slash, stab, long sword, fists, legs, head, every part of the body that can be attacked is used by the black knight in battle. He is like a storm, a delicate A killing machine, nothing could stand before him—

Even for a second!

In front of the soldiers, the darkness suddenly shrank, squirmed, shaped, and solidified, turning into a demon with bat wings.

"Sigismund! I am your last!"

The demon turned into darkness roared loudly, and it screeched at the black knight, but the latter remained silent, with a golden light shining in his bright eyes.

The demon swung its sharp claws at the black knight. The latter turned his body around and left a deep wound on the thing's claws with his long sword. The black liquid dripped onto the ground, splashing with blood at the same time. Echoed with human screams.

"You pathetic bug!" Caught off guard, the demon that had its claws cut off roared angrily. It suddenly realized that the brave warrior in front of him seemed to have changed slightly the moment he swung the blade...

Dots of golden stardust sprinkled from the black knight's blade, he raised his long sword, and slowly stepped forward——

The demon flinched.

But immediately, the demon became annoyed by the momentary fear in his heart. It waved its sharp claws and rushed towards Sigismund. Projected onto the wall, but disappeared in the next second.

"He won't come here! He won't come here!"

"..."

Inside the bridge of the Mountain Array.

"My lord, the source of danger inside the Shanzheng has been eliminated, and all units are rapidly returning to function," General Sue Kashan reported to the Primarch.

"Okay, General, I have one thing I want you to do..."

Chapter 465 Chapter 270 Six Thoughts of Lorgar

"Yuri Zeng, the battleship group of the Legion has successfully defeated the fleet of the Pseudo-Emperor Slave, and the Mountain Array of the Imperial Fist has retreated towards the edge of the galaxy... We have reason to believe that Rogg Dorn has returned to Terra. "

One of the Word Bearers yelled, half-kneeling just outside the door of the chamber.

"..."

The Word Bearer warrior didn't wait for a response, and the door of the room slowly opened to both sides, and a stalwart figure slowly walked out of the room, and Lorgar Aurelion appeared in front of his heir, the golden scripture was The tattoos were drawn on the primarch's skin, and the mighty power of the warp gods flowed under the fake skin, but it was well hidden, and what finally appeared in front of the world was this seemingly divine appearance.

"Arise, my boy," said Lorgar softly, "my brother, what new order has our Warmaster brought?"

"Warmaster... Horus wants all warships to head towards Terra," said the Word Bearers warrior. "Yuri had...are we really going with this lunatic?"

"Why not?"

Lorgar asked rhetorically, and then, returning to the room, the Primarch of the Word Bearers added before the door slowly closed:

"I'm going to start meditating, don't bother me, obey Horus' orders, and do your duty in battle."

"Yes, my lord."

Lorgar returned to his room and knelt devoutly. In front of him was a demonic realm that occupied almost the entire room. The mirror did not reflect the Primarch's face, but refracted dangerous rays of light, colorful mist Rolling in the mirror, some weird human faces will appear from time to time.

Well done... Lorgar... When this is over... the Warmaster will be yours...

Horus will not live long...

Listening to the whispers in his heart, the corners of Lorgar's mouth turned up. He didn't challenge Horus' status and power with other Primarchs, and even helped him gain more and stronger power... Horus has already Much stronger than when Leman Roos assassinated him.

But his life was also being consumed at an accelerated rate.

Horus has long been a dead man, and he can survive until now thanks to the power of the gods of the warp. What the Warmaster pursues will only turn into a fantasy, a castle in the air, but Lorgar Aurelion is different, He thought he could have the last laugh.

The entire Legion of the Word Bearers is here. Lorgar has enough confidence brought by [-] space warriors, and... so many people, if the result is not satisfactory, can they still escape? !

After finishing his meditation, Lorgar stood up, and just as he finished putting on the armor, the mirror in the room trembled again, and a strange picture appeared inside:

Terra has been conquered, but it is not the rebellion started by Horus... Heavy tanks armed with shields and armor are rampant on the ground, while the sky has long been shrouded in gray fleets, they are crushing to see Every moving thing that came, destroyed every fortress that dared to fight back!

On top of the countless corpses, the winged angel was holding a golden skull, the long knife in his hand gleamed with scarlet light, and the once emerald green pupils had long been replaced by chaotic eight-pointed stars, and the long silver hair fluttered all over the place. It is the smoke of gunpowder and the burnt smell of burning flesh.

Make this future... Lorgar... make it...

Lorgar's finger slid across the face of the winged angel. With the touch of his finger, the scene suddenly dissipated but reunited in the next second. His heart was full of doubts. The Primarch of the Word Bearers knew that the winged angel However, he couldn't believe that this man who crossed the void and came from another universe could accomplish what Horus had yet to accomplish.

"what should I do?"

Lorgar murmured.

"What should I do?"

Let Horus face it...Let him face disaster directly...his father...

I will ensure Horus' success...

"...I understand," Lorgar closed his eyes and meditated slightly, then he turned around and picked up his weapon:

It was a ferocious mace, and the dark power contained in it seemed to break through the shackles at any time and infiltrate the surrounding space. On the other side was an ancient battle stick. The body of the stick was made of unknown metal, and it was covered with countless scars. and defects, while a three-eyed skull was inlaid on the top of the stick, and the surface of the bone was engraved with layers of intertwined golden seals.