supreme commander's bizarre adventure

"retreat!"

But this order was given too late, a giant over four meters high rushed into the warehouse, holding two bloody green corpses in its hands. The "weapon" in the hands of the body.

"leave here!"

Anubis's eyes were filled with light blue psychic light, and this light even leaked from the eyepiece of the helmet. The mysterious ancient mantra was chanted in just one syllable from the think tank's mouth, and then, the mantra Combining Wen with his own spiritual power, a more terrifying power erupted——

The ground was trembling, the air in the entire underground world was ignited, and the lava in the depths of the planet spewed out from the suddenly cracked rock formations, instantly killing the Orcs in the entire underground area!

Keep one hand?

It doesn't exist... What are you kidding, the Primarch of the Beast, who can fight against Sanguinius and Vulcan during the Beast War, still wants to keep his hands?Do you think you have a long life?

Before the group leader Malakin and the other wailers could react, they realized that they had appeared on the surface of Naisend [-], and the yellow sand in the sky was beating on the armor of the soldiers, and the Thousand Sons Think Tank A few seconds later, he also appeared beside Malakin's Chapter Commander.

"How long will it take for Thunder Eagle to arrive? I don't have much power now, so I can't kill this orc directly—only Hao Hanyang knows how many strange things those orcs beat this guy!"

Anubis asked, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his body had a sense of illusory transparency. After looking at the Thousand Sons Librarian with a little awe, the Malakin Chapter Commander started the chainsaw in his hand Jian, calmed down his mind, and responded amidst the roaring sound of the chainsaw:

"5 minutes."

"It's been a long time."

Anubis muttered, but then he set his sights on the orc primarch dug out from the ground, a scorching ray appeared from the ball above the head of the Thousand Sons Librarian, and struck the ground After leaving deep corrosion marks, it hit the body of the orc primarch from the front!

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

There was nothing left in the orc primarch's brain, it just wanted to tear the can in front of it into pieces, roaring sound came out from that huge mouth, stench and frenzied psychic power agitated everything around... the earth, the air, even It's the atmosphere of the entire planet!

A faint green light casts down from among the distant stars, and the eternally contending gods are finally willing to pay a little bit of attention to this rotting remains that should have been buried in the soil long ago, but this pair of Astartes Definitely not good news.

The Primarch of the Orc seemed to have received some kind of encouragement. It rushed to a weeping person and tore it in half. The warm red blood was sprinkled on the hot yellow sand, and soon dried up. of dark red blood.

"Fire!"

Now is no longer the time to worry about the ammunition issue. When the chief think tank Pralona personally escorted the "core" away, he deliberately left the veterans with heavy firepower at the end, and now is the time for them to come in handy.

In just ten seconds, several Astartes armed with heavy bolters unleashed the firepower that an entire Astra Militarum infantry regiment could use. These rocket-propelled warheads hit the orcs. On the body of the original body, but it can only be slightly tilted back, which even further aroused the anger and fierceness of this monster!

The two nearest wailers rushed forward with chainswords in their hands, but they could not hold on to the Primarch's hand for even a single breath. Leaves a slight trace on it.

"What kind of monsters were our ancestors fighting? And how powerful were the Primarchs who killed this powerful orc?"

Malakin's thoughts flashed across his mind, but then he made up his mind, turned his head and said to Anubis:

"Think Tank, I know you have used some means... Let it go, the son of Sanguinius will pave the way for victory with blood... Let it go, let us embrace the black fury..."

But Anubis just sighed, he took off his helmet, and let the thing be buried in yellow sand, after rolling his eyes, Anubis muttered:

"How did the son of Sanguinius fight back against those stone heads under Dorne? Tsk... let's make it quick."

"What the hell are you talking about..."

The eyes of Malakin Chapter Leader opened wide in the next second——

From within the remnants of Anubis emerged a tall figure enveloped in glorious flames, a crimson and gold giant who was both warrior and scholar.The giant's golden armor, once crafted by the best armorers on Terra, is a masterpiece of curled horns, etched muscle, lion reliefs, and the most graceful writing, and once hung a crimson psionic tome at his waist , and now that book has already been given to his favorite student whom he rarely met.

"What a nuisance, I'm running out of time," Anubis...no, whispered Magnus, raising his palm, then pressing down—

Thousands of times the gravity fell on the body of the orc primarch, making it fall to the ground!

"Before they notice this place..."

The palms are slightly clenched.

"Sanguinius, you have to thank me for saving the lives of your unlucky heirs..."

make a fist.

The Orc Primarch was squeezed into meat paste by the surrounding space in an instant. Even the terrifying flesh that could fight Vulcan and Sanguinius could not resist the spell of the Scarlet King. Here, it's not all about searching and waiting.

"You...you are..."

"Let's go back to the boat," Magnus didn't directly respond to the astonished and awe-inspiring gazes around him, but said calmly, looking at the three Thunderhawk fighters flying in the sky not far away.

Meanwhile, strike cruiser Disturbed.

Father Bilafo looked at the scenery in front of him with satisfaction:

A group of Astartes who were frozen in eternity, the expression of shock and anger on the face of the head of the Librarian has not even faded away, and thinking that there are dozens of Astartes on the ground, and even an extremely rare Thousand Sons Think Tank...

There was even a little more expectation than Father Laver.

"Really good collection."

Chapter 645 Chapter 450 Five Weepers: Expedition of Redemption ([-])

Thunderhawk flew across the sky of Naysende No. [-] with the sound of thunder, but the cabin looked a bit awkward:

Captain Malakin did not expect that he would meet the legendary Primarch, especially the scarlet king who had been missing for ten thousand years, the Lord of Prospero. The ruthless words that were ignored from time to time... Malakin suddenly had an urge to commit suicide.

But Magnus was not interested in molesting his brother's heir, he turned his head to look at the Malakin Chapter Commander, and quickly explained:

"I have been monitored by those unspeakable and famous gods, that is to say, the time I stay in the real world is limited, and this body is also a clone."

"My lord...you...what exactly do you want to do?"

"The core is very important, and you are also very important. As long as one of you arrives, it will be a victory, and the rest will be counted as extras," Magnus said lightly, but in the next second, his brows frowned slightly There was a strange fluctuation in the strike cruiser ahead of Thunderhawk.

Chaos invasion?No... no breath of the Warp...

The vast ocean of knowledge echoed in Magnus's mind. After a few seconds of searching and thinking, the Lord of Prospero had a strange smile on his face. He found that he was here There are some surprises along the way.

Thinking of this, Magnus breathed out slowly, and the Scarlet King, who had some calculations in his mind, turned his head and said to the Malakin Chapter Leader who was still complaining about himself:

"Return to the battleship in a while, you and your soldiers follow my instructions, and no other actions are allowed."

"...Yes, Lord Magnus."

A few minutes later, Thunderhawk flew into the hangar of the strike cruiser, and only a few servants in the entire hangar staggered forward. This abnormal phenomenon made the wailers subconsciously clenched their weapons, especially in horse After Gnus had already reminded... But after the soldiers set their eyes on Magnus, the uneasiness in their hearts subsided a lot.

After everyone got off the Thunderhawk, a voice with a little trembling sounded in the darkness:

"A...primarch?"

Magnus looked arrogantly at the mechanical priest who came out of the darkness. The latter opened his arms and praised from the bottom of his heart with a high voice:

"A Primarch, Magnus the Crimson! Lord Prospero, Legion Master of the Thousand Sons of Astartes, thank fate for giving me a second chance to meet a Primarch... oh damn Yes, you really have too many titles, but it doesn't matter, we will have more time to discuss this issue slowly in the future."

"Father Billafor?!"

The Marakin Chapter subconsciously called out the name of the person in front of him, but in contrast, "Father Bilafo" let out a mocking sneer, and made a contrived expression like an actor , he first bowed slightly to Magnus, then turned to the Malakin Chapter Commander, and said:

"Hello, Malakin Chapter Master, first of all, I must thank you for providing me with a lot of fun through the struggle along the way. For this sake, I allow you to choose a hundred Astartes to leave here, Rather than immediately becoming my collection, after all, there is always a sense of sustainable development, isn't it?"

"Collectibles..." Malakin's face was extremely ugly, "Aren't you Father Bilafo... Where are Pralona and the others?"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not a savage," Father Bilafo smiled, and took off his disguise——

Traasin the Infinity, Lord of Solemnas, the greatest collector in the history of the galaxy, the overlord of the necron dynasty!

"Hail to you, Primarch Magnus of the Imperium of Man," Traasin said, bowing pretentiously to Magnus, and he took a step forward so that he could see everything about Magnus better. , but this action made the wailers nervous, and they pointed their guns at Tralasin.

"Ancient undead," Magnus said, "you just said... This is the second time you have encountered a Primarch? It seems that one of my brothers taught you a lesson."

"Lessons? No, no, no, you made a mistake," Traasin laughed, "It's just a deal, I can't find you long-lost Primarchs, but well, I can get a perfect copy Body is a good thing too...Let me see...Scarlet King vs. Purple Phoenix - what a great theme for the exhibit!"

"Oh?" Magnus had a smile on his face when he heard the news, but he talked about other topics, "You seem to be absolutely sure of catching me?"

"Of course," Traasin said without hesitation, "even the phoenix that is infinitely close to perfection cannot escape the eternal imprisonment. In the final analysis, you Primarchs may be the top existences in this universe in terms of intelligence and strength. But the technology that supports you... tsk tsk tsk, latecomers, weaklings, you are still far behind."

Magnus raised his hand to stop the wailers from shooting. He took a step forward, looked down at Trasim in front, and said with a low smile:

"In that case, why don't you try it now?"

Traasin did not speak, but ordered—

The time warlocks in Necron wield the stick of eternity in their hands. The blue crystal stick head produces a stagnant position containing a large amount of time charge. After being hit by the stick of eternity, the enemy will be rushed out Enveloped and trapped in a time bubble, the energy becomes an eternal statue!

No one can escape the cage of this time!

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Traasin was filled with anticipation and pleasure. The scene where the Astartes were charging, shooting, and even trying to block Magnus looked so beautiful. The most beautiful exhibit in Ramnas... but it soon becomes apparent that something is not quite right:

Time is running backwards.

Traasin saw the actions of those Astartes being replayed, those time warlocks slowly retracted the stagnant positions created by the staff of eternity, and the traps that had been arranged around them were gradually dismantled... In the end, Traasin He met Magnus' eyes with a cold smile.

"You undead are not the only ones who can play with time. It's interesting to say that, since you are so powerful, why did you fall into a deep sleep during the rise of the Ada Spirit Empire?"

"..."

Traasin did not speak.

Magnus was not interested in entangled with it for too long, just a look stopped everything around him, whether it was Tralassin itself, or those Necrons pouring out from all directions!The Scarlet King, who has long recognized his essence, can do far more things than he used to—

He stretched out his hand to press Traasin's head, but was surprised to find that the latter's consciousness had long since disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.

"Tsk... you run really fast, if you don't have souls, I would have played with you in the vast ocean..." Magnus muttered, raised a finger, and the entire strike cruiser How the Necrons dissipated like wind and sand, without leaving any traces.

"grown ups?"

Magnus turned his head and saw the somewhat dazed Malakin Chapter Leader and a group of weepers.

"We won?"

"It's not a victory until you leave here."

Chapter 646 Chapter 450 Chapter [-] The Wailer: The Redemption Crusade (End)

The Necrons were wiped out, the Wailers and the crew who were still alive were imprisoned in the time frame, and those lowly people on the bottom deck were not so lucky... The Endless Ones obviously have no patience and interest in collecting A bunch of consumables.

Strike cruisers, bridges.

The crew members who were still alive looked at the giant who walked in in awe, even the tall Astartes were like children in front of him, and after taking a few deep breaths, as the captain, Ovelli mustered up his courage Stepped forward and asked:

"Master Magnus? I have read the message from the Malakin Chapter Commander, you... your arrival is..."

"Put away these useless gifts, ma'am," Magnus seemed a little impatient, he could already feel that the eyes of the Supreme God were moving here, "start the battleship immediately, those secondary mechanical priests who are still alive have already moved The core is connected to the subspace generator, and the journey ahead will be very bumpy."

"Yes, my lord."

Although he said so, Captain Ovelly looked at the Malakin Chapter Commander, who nodded slightly at her.After gaining some confidence in his heart, Captain Ovelly immediately confirmed the current status of the strike cruiser Disquieting with the other crew members—

The firepower system lacks more than half of the operators, and there are only a few anti-aircraft artillery that can be used. Fortunately, the power supply and engine system of the battleship have not been damaged. The emperor can know...

"Start the engine of the battleship," said Olivier standing on the upper floor, and after her order was given, the entire strike cruiser slowly woke up in the icy space, bright tail flames spewed out intermittently, and finally stabilized at The originally weaker brightness pushed the battleship forward.

After feeling the start of the battleship, Magnus breathed a sigh of relief. He could feel that the strings of fate had been plucked, and then he only needed to leave everything to fate...

"I'm leaving here," Magnus looked down at the Malakin Chapter Commander. "As I said before, I will give you a reward, and the reward is at the end of this journey."

But the doubts in Malakin's battle group leader did not ease at all, and the fact that the mechanical priest who had been with them for many years was a necromancer made him feel exhausted physically and mentally, and the excitement of the rest of his life mixed with doubts made him speak asked:

"My lord... what is that core?"

"A beacon to what your heart desires," said Magnus briefly, "a botch of the orcs based on the technology of the winged angels, and psionics and the wonderful and grotesque technology of the orcs, Let it have this ability... The orcs used this device to bypass the empire's defense line. Of course, this is just a core, the most critical device. The original version is not a small strike cruiser. down."

As Magnus said, he put the long staff in his hand on the forehead of Malakin, and his body gradually dissipated, but before dissipating, he said with a low smile:

"Say hello to him for me."

To whom?

Before Captain Malakin could come up with a reason, Magnus' figure disappeared, and the entire battleship entered the subspace a second later, no, it should be said... a more expansive and dead space The sea of ​​nothingness.

Watching the strike cruiser disappear in a stream of light, Magnus dispersed his body and returned to the main body in the warp with closed eyes and meditation.But after opening his eyes, Magnus got up and walked in one direction while sending blessings to the weepers.

For the Scarlet King, it only took a few breaths to find the person he was looking for on a planet in the warp:

A tall giant, he waved his silver arms and beat a long sword influenced by the subspace, and on the giant's chest was wearing a pink crystal pendant... But even if he felt the Magnus The giant didn't stop his work despite Si's approach, and Magnus didn't mean to disturb him, waiting for the giant to finish the work in hand.

"Huh..." The giant raised his silver eyes, placed the sword on the workbench, frowned and said:

"You need help again?"

"No," Magnus laughed, "I have good news for you."

"Say."

"A suitable body."

"..."

The head of the Gorgon of Medusa, the head of the Iron Hands Legion, and the tenth son of the Emperor, Ferrus Manus pulled a ferocious smile from the corner of his mouth.