Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Azrael was surprised to notice that the bullets scattered on the ground were increasing at an alarming rate! His eyes widened, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

With just a quick glance, he instantly and accurately analyzed the specific number of bullets on the ground with his specially modified eyes.

There were already a thousand bullets piled up on the ground, but Motuo's fingers did not stop, and he continued to push out cold bullets from the magazine.

Medog noticed Azrael's look of astonishment and shock and stopped pushing the bullet. "Well, have you discovered the secret?"

Azrael nodded as if waking from a dream. "Hmm... I understand. But... how is this possible?"

His eyes were still a little dazed, and he obviously had not yet fully recovered from the shocking scene he had just witnessed.

Azrael couldn't understand why a seemingly ordinary magazine could spit out thousands of bullets so easily and freely!

Under normal circumstances, a magazine of this size can only hold a mere thirty bullets at most.

Medog raised his gun lightly and threw the magazine at Azrael like a dart.

"This magazine is no ordinary item; it was developed personally by the great Star Lord.

It uses the most advanced space folding technology, and contains an unimaginably large capacity, enough to hold 100,000 bullets!

"One hundred thousand bullets?"

Azriel looked at the magazine in his hand in shock, and kept pushing bullets out of the magazine in disbelief. "Ding ding" one thick bullet after another flew out of the magazine and fell on the deck with a crisp impact sound.

"The power possessed by the Lord of the Stars is that of a true god."

Only after Azriel pushed thousands of bullets out of the magazine did he completely believe what Motuo said.

Looking at the shocked expressions of Azriel and the Astartes behind him, Medog couldn't help but feel satisfied. It seemed that all his efforts were not in vain.

Azriel and his companions were completely subdued by Motuo's combination of kindness and force. The high-tech weapons and equipment possessed by the Star Interstellar Warriors were a temptation that no warrior could refuse.

"As for the remaining high-tech weapons and equipment, I'll have someone take you there to see them after this war is over. Now, give your fleet your orders!"

Medog looked down at Azrael in front of him and gave orders in an incredulous tone.

"Yes, Captain Medog." Azriel responded respectfully.

Azriel naturally understood the meaning of Medog's words and ordered the Imperial Combined Fleet to surrender.

Although Azrael is the commander of this fleet and can command the joint fleet to fight, the Imperial Navy will not obey Azrael's order to surrender and choose to surrender.

This will only deal a serious blow to the morale of the Imperial Navy, and after the Imperial Navy retreats, it will naturally pass this information back to Terra.

Once Azrael chooses to give the order to surrender, he will naturally never be able to return to the empire and can only be loyal to the great Lord of the Stars forever.

However, facing Medog's order, Azriel had no choice but to complete Medog's order, which was also a token of his allegiance.

Azrael picked up the helmet from the ground and put it on, connecting with the mortal captain of the Defender of Terra.

"Lord Azriel, have you eliminated those heretics?" The mortal captain asked respectfully as soon as the communication was connected.

"Turn on the regional communications broadcast. I have orders to issue."

Azrael did not answer the mortal captain, but simply gave orders in a deep voice.

"Yes. Master Azrael, activating the fleet area communications broadcast."

The mortal captain's inquiry did not receive an answer from Azrael, but facing the order issued by Azrael, the mortal captain faithfully completed the task.

"Regional communication broadcast has been activated."

After Azriel waited for a minute, another report from a mortal came through Azriel's communication channel.

"I am Azrael! From today on, I have pledged my allegiance to the supreme and incomparably great Lord of the Stars! As the commander of the fleet, I solemnly order you to immediately lay down your weapons and submit to the great Lord of the Stars!"

Azriel's voice was steady and firm, as if carrying an irresistible force, echoing among every warship in the combined fleet.

Although his words sounded plain, they were like a huge rock suddenly falling into a originally calm lake, instantly causing a huge uproar in the entire fleet, resulting in ripples and agitation.

"Lord Azrael...why did you make such a decision? Are you truly going to betray the Empire?"

The ordinary human captain of the Terra Defender, with a look of astonishment and disbelief on his face, asked loudly through the communication channel.

At the same time, Navy Fleet Commander Garcia was furious. His furious roar came through the communication channel:

"Azrael, you traitor! How dare you betray the Empire, the Empire that bestowed upon you glory and mission! Today, I will slay you, this shameless wretch, with my sword!"

However, in the face of these accusations and insults, Azriel remained calm and as cool as an iceberg.

At this time, another voice sounded:

"Asshole, Azrael, you are a coward! Even if I fight to the very end and shed my last drop of blood, I will never surrender to you! Such despicable and shameless behavior of yours will surely be punished!"

Despite facing everyone's doubts and rebukes, Azrael remained unwavering in his resolve. He simply listened coldly to the angry curses and scolding coming from the communication channel.

Garcia angrily gave orders in the communication channel:

"Everyone, target the Minotaur and attack! Ignore everything else and make sure their warships are completely destroyed!

Even if this war ultimately fails, we will make those bastards of the Minotaurs pay the price. This is the price of betraying the Empire."

The mortal captain of the Terra Defense, upon hearing the heated conversation on the communication channel and the news that the Minotaurs were about to be attacked by the Imperial Navy, anxiously asked Azrael:

"Lord Azrael, what should we do?"

"Those who are willing to follow me and join the great Lord of the Stars, drive your warships towards the Star Navy fleet, and the Star Navy will accept us.

If you are unwilling to follow me, retreat now! The Star Navy fleet will not attack you."

Azrael gave orders in a deep voice over the communication channel.