Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

The time and space restrictions of the stasis position are fading, and the flow of time around Saint Les is gradually returning to normal.

There was also a white-scarred technical sergeant standing next to him. His last near-suicidal self-destruction left him and the pseudo-archangel trapped in a stasis field at the same time.

The power of space-time stasis caused irreversible damage to the technical sergeant's body. A moment later, Tai was still rushing towards the pseudo-archangel. Within 0.01 seconds, he realized that the bomb in his hand had disappeared, and then artillery fire came from behind. It struck, hitting his mechanical backpack, and flames burned on the metal...

chill.

A bone-chilling chill

The Sword of Gleckfander did not move, and the surrounding temperature had dropped sharply. With the pseudo-archangel's feet as the center, the deflagration and fire caused by the violent explosion just now disappeared.

The deterrent power brought by this Holy Sword of the Ancient Spirit Clan even exceeds that of the Pseudo Archangel itself.

Pseudo-Sangliese stood blankly. One moment, he killed Omega, and then confirmed that this was not the Vengeful Spirit. The next moment, he was in a completely different world, with a huge black man standing in front of him. Mecha, calling him his former brother.

"Oh, look, what did those damn biosages do? Compared to them, I'm not a blasphemer at all." This sentence floated out from Perturabo's loudspeaker, and he seemed to be speaking. Laugh at yourself.

Who is Chaos?

You believe in the Book of Holy Words more than Chaos believers. At least there are several gods in Chaos to choose from.

Your Mechanicus is even more blasphemous than ours, and dares to create the Primarch, and even... the offspring of a false Primarch.

Your fanaticism, your indulgence, your... sin.

"Don't make excuses for your cowardice, little girl trapped in steel. Your fragile heart doesn't need the protection of iron armor at all. No one wants to see it." Yifeng's casual voice with a hint of joking echoed throughout the ship. Echoes in the Phantom Dragon-class battleship.

What kind of respect do you need after you start doing it? How can it be effective?

How can my white-scarred boy be so bad at talking? Anyway, I’m not the one resisting the line, so go ahead! Saint Les.

The pseudo-archangel did not move. The ice from the Sword of Gleckfand tried to spread to his perfect body, but he just turned his wrist and all the ice covering his fingers was dissipated.

Perturabo swung his war hammer, perhaps in memory of the Forgebreaker, or perhaps in memory of the Great Crusade. The appearance of this warhammer was a giant "Forcebreaker".

Vashtor, the Lord of the Forge, was unhappy about this.

The giant hammer hit Saint Les. As the two sides got closer, the power of the ice slightly slowed down the movements of the Law Tiao mecha, allowing the pseudo-archangel to fly gracefully to avoid the hammer blow, with its beautiful wings still stained with Omega. of blood.

Cannons roared, plasma exploded, and Perturabo suppressed the opponent with sufficient firepower. He was not used to it.

Not only can he teleport out, but he can also serve as a teleport beacon for mechanical sentries to teleport over. However, here, it was unexpectedly found that the teleport beacon cannot be used. The Guards who were supposed to be within teleportation distance can only continue to fly outside at this time.

Fight space manta rays.

The pseudo-archangel was in a very special state. His anger was suppressed, but it did not disappear. Instead, it became more pure, and the anger in his eyes was "condensed."

Only the souls of Eldar nobles can be used as fuel for the Sword of Glekfand. After the remaining pure soul power in it impacted the depths of the pseudo-archangel's soul, sudden changes occurred.

He moved.

The Genefather of the Lamenters roared and flew toward Perturabo.

In his endless grief, he remembered only two events, or rather one, the death of St. John's.

The Black Rage of the Lamenters came back to them with dozens of times the intensity at the end of 41K, because their warriors endured the illusion of double armor.

One is the real death of the archangel, and the other is the scene where the archangel himself predicted his own death very early on.

The two scenes kept alternating and folding, filling his mind crazily.

However, the Holy Sword of the Ancient Spirit Tribe made him sober up and realized that he was no longer on the Vengeful Spirit.

He was completely different from Curze.

After Cozzi predicted his own death, he became neurotic, went crazy, became abnormal, and had a mental breakdown.

Saint Les is different. After he predicted his own death, he calmly opened his eyes to Wushuang... I have already seen my own death. Doesn't that mean that I will never die before the battle of that predicted party? ? Am I invincible?

The pseudo-archangel's fighting posture became even more fanatical and desperate.

The pseudo-Sangliese was not as fast as the original body, but this desperate posture made Perturabo's memory blurry, as if he had returned to those glorious days.

"Boom~~"

The angel was knocked away by the war hammer, leaving a series of blood beads in the sky. The sword of Glekfand was firmly stuck to his hand, or rather frozen in his hand.

Perturabo glanced at the warhammer in confusion. Where it collided with the enemy's sword, there was ice spreading, mechanical short circuit, and liquid freezing...

Didn't that old boy from Vashtor lie, saying that the power of subspace would not be able to affect him?

The Lord of Steel became furious, but what he didn't know was that the fuel of this sword was not psychic energy but directly soul. It could cut through the corruption of Slaanesh, no matter Vashtor.

This is essentially purification.

Vashtor annihilated the blessings of the other evil god by canceling each other's blessings, and the Holy Sword also purified the blessings of the Dark Mechanical God, and the purified area returned to its true physical form - a ball of warp space. Metal molecules arranged chaotically after being ravaged.

After this blow, Perturabo returned to his original state.

"You are not Holy Leth! A dirty ball of meat, a poor counterfeit, how dare you defile the original body!" Perturabo's pride as the original body was seriously challenged.

He rushed towards the pseudo-archangel and rushed deeper into the battleship.

His body was too tall, and the three-story deck was shattered by his swinging war hammer. He advanced step by step, striking into the rubble to find the shadow of his opponent.

The mechanical virus was corrupting the machine soul, and the singularity bomb pressed all the facilities in front to a point, and then disappeared suddenly.

The angel rushed from the front, half of his body was bleeding with terrible blood, and his wings were full of loyalty.

The other half of the body was covered in frost and was crystal clear, as if it were made of crystal.

The ice was engulfing him, holding it long enough to freeze hundreds of Lakshen into ice sculptures.

The flames and ice spit out by the Lord of Steel's flamethrower intertwined, and in the wall of fire that filled the sky, the pseudo-archangel rushed out again and hit the front of the Lutiao mecha.

The sharp blade inserted into the front armor of the mecha, causing the electric current to go crazy. The decomposing stance collided with the ice, blowing up most of the tunnel.

Perturabo hit him again. A mechanical arm turned into a knife and hit the opponent hard. The attack tore off half of the wings. The white feathers were dyed crimson and scattered all over the sky.

The blood clot in front of him was half as brave as his brother, and Perturabo laughed again. He felt that he had laughed more often this time than he had in his countless years of wandering in the warp.

Several continuous plasma bombs from Ion Storm took the opportunity to hit the original body, but were intercepted by the defensive shield.

After a few rounds of fighting, the pseudo-archangel was already in a critical condition.

.......

Outside the ship, the sniper team was already in position.

Facing an Iron Primarch, it was no longer possible to reproduce Sharokin's achievement of sniping the Primarch. This time, it was a real veteran carrying stasis bombs and moving around.

Invader type Mark 10 power armor, strictly speaking, Gravis type power armor, shoulder-resistant grenade launcher, equipped with explosive storm gloves. While they controlled the turret, the weapons on the armor were also roaring, covering As the assassins approached.

Veterans wearing Mark Ten Phobos armor approached carrying bombs. These were the real elite forces of the Chapter. They quietly approached the Phantom Dragon-class battleship amid violent explosions. The wall of the shipyard was bombarded by an internal broadside salvo. A big hole appeared, and countless gases spurted out from the damaged pipe. The soldiers had to be cautious and avoid the flying debris.

The veterans completely gave up on defense. When facing Perturabo, the heavy defense was self-defeating. The weapons of the original body were extremely extraordinary. Coupled with his terrifying power, one blow could penetrate the adamantine armor.

Originally, Yifeng was more ambitious and directly caused the Phantom Dragon-class battleship to self-destruct. However, in the People's Light, subspace-related equipment such as the void shield module was suppressed, and it may not be powerful enough.

One team moved that way from the ceiling of the shipyard, and three teams moved quietly along the outer deck of the Phantom Dragon-class battleship.

Three tank teams were inside the battleship, advancing cautiously.

Just when they were about to reach the breach in the battleship, a bloody shadow was shot away.

The power of this blow was so great that it directly drove the Archangel along the trajectory of the previous bombardment and hit the People's Light.

Perturabo also flew out of the hole in the shipyard.

The Angel of Dawn and the Lamenters were all running wildly, but at this moment, almost all the Lamenters had colic in their second hearts.

The Gene Father was dying, and no Blood Angel descendant could imagine that such a heartache could ever happen again.

Matthew Leo was running crazily with the war blade. The road ahead was long and bumpy, and death followed him like a shadow.

On the other side, the veterans of the Wei Army were also running wildly. Under Yifeng's instructions, they put on power armor, got on the anti-gravity motorcycle, and took the girl on the back seat.

Eldar girl.

Continuing the consistent "rude imperial technological thinking", the technical sergeants and think tanks have made no progress at all in the research on the Sword of Glekfand, so Yifeng can only take a gamble and directly use the life of the Eldar to try to awaken the Holy Sword. .

Dozens of people who carried the Wei army brought with them various spiritual races, some from the Wilderness spiritual race, some from the Arkworld...

The commander of the Fourth Company also participated in the operation, with an "Adams Think Tank" strapped to the back of his motorcycle.

That damned criminal Dark Eldar who carved his flesh and blood into the shape of a think tank.

Every roar of the engine raised the company commander's fighting spirit to a new level.

The false archangels were supported by a swarm of space manta rays, which provided protection and cover for the severely injured angels, although they were chopped apart in space.

With one wing chopped off, his ability to fly was greatly reduced. He lay on the back of the manta, gasping for air, but there was no air for him to breathe in space.

The Wei soldiers marched singing ancient military songs, plundered out of the broken corridor, and used the slightly curved outer deck of the Phantom Dragon-class armor as a jumping platform to soar into the sky at the breach.

Some people took the stasis bombs while flying rapidly, and some people turned into fireballs while singing high-pitched songs.

Their lives were so shining, and the legends they left across the galaxy were so glorious, just like their endings.

Perturabo activated the teleportation equipment. Outside the People's Light, it was finally activated. A large number of drones and swarm robots appeared around it instantly. Facing the space manta ray's clumsy and single ion current attack, this This steel army is so calm.

One after another, warriors flew towards the pseudo-archangel on anti-gravity motorcycles, throwing one Eldar prisoner after another towards him.

False Saint Leth was invincible to me. He cut into pieces all the living creatures that flew towards him. The sword of Glekfander was stained with the blood of the Eldar, but this holy sword did not move.

After leaving their captives behind, the Beiwei soldiers looked at Perturabo as if they were relieved. Their speed increased to a higher level and they launched an attack on the dense group of drones.

… Mathieu Leo fell to his knees.

The mourners knelt down. They stood helplessly in the breach in the shipyard, watching the fierce battle in front of them.

The flag bearer held the Flag of Tears high. At this moment, all the mourners, whether wearing adamantium armor or not, felt the ultimate pain.

Matthew Leo was praying that misfortune would never be far away from them.

There is nothing they can do.

They felt the pain of the Gene Father at this moment. It was very difficult for the Weepers to even move their bodies, which was a thousand times more painful than when they were recruits.

Tears dripped, not integrated into the ruins, but floating in the universe.

The think tanks rallied, and the psykers fought hard, but it couldn't hurt the darkness in the universe.

Perturabo became more and more courageous as he fought. He swung his war hammer and jumped onto the back of a space manta ray. He slammed the hammer down hard and turned the ten-meter-long machine below into a ball of scrap metal.

The original body looked up and saw thousands of space manta rays swirling around him, like tornadoes, spitting out ions and forming a storm thousands of feet high, trapping him.

Then the sky split open.

Near Perturabo, the subspace rift opened again, and the demons of Vashtor rushed out of the passage and rushed towards the ion tornado.

Psychic energy is colliding with the technology of the golden age, biting, spitting, shattering...

Vashtor made an offer, and Pseudo-Sanglis was a good collectible.

Perturabo, do you want a fighting servitor?

The Lord of Steel has never felt such pleasure. Each drone under his precise control continued to annihilate the enemy, and other Primarchs surrendered under his hammer.

"Its existence is a blasphemy to the Primarch! But... a fighting servitor is a good choice."

The original body suddenly accelerated, and the flight module was overloaded, rushing towards the gradually damaged ion tornado. The storm that once blocked Yifeng and the Mechanicus coalition could not stop him for a moment.

The gravity weapon was activated, and the opponent's body seemed to fly under the giant hammer of destruction on its own initiative.

Matthew Leo couldn't see the scene in front of him, he lost his vision, and then, the resonance from the gene seed level swallowed him up.

All the wailers entered the perspective of False Holy Leth. It was so tragic. The primarch planned to launch the final blow. When gravity sent his chest to the giant hammer, the sword of Glekfand Deliver the final blow.

In the subspace, the soul furnace is boiling and the flames are burning.

Perturabo did not intend to really smash the opponent into meat pies. It was still necessary to keep his body as intact as possible. After the gravity weapon dragged the opponent in, he put down his war hammer and "bared his chest."

The front breastplate opened, and undefinable machinery spurted out.

Brother Yifeng, we can't do it.

Matthew Leo's mind has become blurred.

Sorry bro, we can't do it anymore, you're right. The Emperor created us as more warriors, not as burdens, but... please forgive us.

There is nothing we can do but pray to the Emperor.

We feel the pain of the Gene Father. Please help us, Emperor.

The Angel of Dawn could not understand the current state of the Lamenters, but still felt sad from the bottom of his heart. The warriors without vehicles could only shoot weakly, and the powerful bolter was now as useless as a toy.

Despair is in the air.

Yifeng...

Yifeng remained absolutely calm.

It's just an external possession. The pseudo-Holy Les is a precious property and a sinful blasphemy. Yifeng ordered the main gun to prepare for firing.

A biological experiment of the Mechanicum, a holy sword of the Eldar, disappear with Vashtor and Perturabo.

I have nothing. If I am afraid of death, I will not go down this road. If I am afraid of failure, I will not move forward. If I am afraid of losing, I will not stand here.

The spiritual energy here is so stirring that the sorrow of the Lamenters and the death of the Pseudo-Sangliese shine brightly in the sea of ​​souls.

We have lost our Primarch once, we must not, never lose it again.

The Flag of Tears left behind tears of blood.

......

The false archangel handed over the blade, and inserted the weak blade into one of Perturabo's mechanical whips. The original body's arms hung down weakly.

Countless medical tubes and needles were inserted into his body.

Perturabo shouted: "Servant of the false emperor! You think you can defeat me!"

"In the name of blood!"

The moment the needle was inserted into the body, the broken body burned on its own, the broken wings were completely turned into ashes, and the white feathers and the brother's blood were swallowed up by the flames.

Half of the pseudo-archangel's body was frozen, and the other half was burned black. Flames overflowed from the gaps and burned in the void and dark space of the universe.

"No~~" the Dawn Angels shouted crazily, but...

The Lamenters stood, a warm power welling up from deep within them, and the pain of the Primarch left them.

Yifeng stood up suddenly, it was so familiar.

The half body of the false archangel is not burnt, that is...

Cursed.

A familiar old friend descended from the rift in the subspace. I don't know when, but the fire of the furnace behind the rift no longer shined, replaced by the sacred flame.

Holy Leno spreads his wings like the true original body, and the holy light fills every inch of space. The demons were screaming, their bodies boiling, their machines melting.

Perturabo was roaring: "What is that! A false emperor! An Astartes?"

All the artillery fire and lasers passed through the body of Holy Lenno, as if this holy angel had never existed in the world.

It also seems that it does not exist in the same dimension as you.

In Perturabo's incompetent rage, Holy Lenno's body gradually overlapped with the pseudo-archangel.

Everyone could clearly see the holy angel flying towards the broken body, but everyone's movements were extremely slow, and the long river of time was cut off out of thin air here.

At the moment when Holy Lenno and the False Archangel overlapped, powerful power burst out from the Archangel, and the cursed fire burned blazingly on the cursed half-faced holy body.

The beloved white wings of the Archangel will never come back, now there are only wings of revenge!

Perturabo was instantly angry!

During the battle with Mortarion, the Emperor himself descended upon Guilliman.

Was it not the Emperor who came to fight him? Not even the soul of Holy Leth? It's actually Holy Lenno? A stand-in for the Emperor of the Second Reich?

"Fake Emperor, how dare you look down on me like this!"

Perturabo swung the war hammer, and his body of more than ten meters high moved freely in space. The mechanical muscle segments and electronic muscle bundles expanded after the crazy energy injection. The temperature was so hot that it could burn a demon alive.

The warhammer slammed into Saint Les, and he waved his wings.

The archangel's movements were no longer as brutal as that of a madman. He nimbly dodged the heavy blows of the war hammer, and then struck back with a punch of cursed flames, hitting Perturabo in the chest.

The clear cracking sound echoed in Perturabo's mind, like his self-esteem being broken again.

The Iron Warriors were capable of fighting well before the Primarch's return, but after his return they were increasingly ignored.

The Blood Angels were inferior ghouls before their Primarch's return, a disgrace to the Astartes, but after their return, the glory belongs to the angels.

You are not as good as Saint Les.

The body of the pseudo-Sangliese finally said a complete sentence, "I swear to be loyal to the Ninth Legion." The wings of vengeance cut through Perturabo's mecha like a sharp blade, and the archangel flew high towards in the air.

There is no distinction between up, down, left and right in the universe, but at this moment, Perturabo felt a strong pressure, forcing him to bow his head.

Artillery fire intertwined, the cosmic war was a mass of data, and the trajectory parameters of the ammunition were clearly presented in Perturabo's tactical helmet, except for the archangel.

"You don't deserve to call me brother!"

The sacred power is poured into the sword of Glekfander, and the soul is boundless. The Blood Angel warriors who have died loyally in the past generations roar, you must accept this blow even if you don't accept it.

The Holy Sword of the Ancient Spirit Tribe trembled, as if to defend its ridiculous arrogance.

The fragmentation began, and dense cracks appeared from the inside out in the holy sword that carried the ancient spirit clan's hope for revival.

In the end, the Holy Sword shattered and dissipated, and the Holy Sword that the Eldar Bonesinger worked so hard to create shattered.

A magical and indescribable shadow of the Holy Sword floated in Sangliest's hand.

The craftsmen of the Eldar had only carefully forged the warp material, and the Emperor returned it to its original form.

The archangel descends into the world with half a face of cursed flames and half a face of sacred ice.