Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Before Gray placed the Flame Sword on Tiberus's shoulder, he had already turned off the blazing flame on the Flame Sword. Otherwise, the terrifying high temperature emitted by the Burner Fragments in the Flame Sword could have completely evaporated Tiberus' head.

Even the Ceramic Steel Terminator Power Armor could not withstand this terrifying high temperature. If Tiberus was killed directly, this would not be the result Gray wanted.

"You lose." Gray's calm words sounded behind Tiberus.

"I lost..." Tiberus looked at the broken mechanical claw "Hunger" in his left hand and felt unbelievable.

This powerful mechanical claw was a holy relic that Tiberus had snatched from a war group. It had accompanied him in battles for hundreds of years. He had never expected that it would be destroyed so easily, which made Tiberus feel very complicated.

"I surrender." Tiberus dropped his arms weakly and responded to Gray dejectedly.

"Put down your weapons!"

As a low and majestic voice sounded, Tiberus turned around resolutely, his tall and mighty body standing there firmly like an unshakable mountain.

His dark eyes, like burning flames, stared intently at the group of battle-hardened Sharknado Space Marines behind him, his gaze revealing an unquestionable determination.

"…Yes, Lord Tiberus."

After a brief silence, the Sharknado Space Marines looked at each other, with a hint of hesitation and unwillingness in their eyes.

Faced with Tiberus's powerful aura and the orders he issued, they ultimately chose to obey. With a clattering sound, the various weapons, once tightly grasped and gleaming with cold light, were gently placed on the ground one by one.

Immediately afterwards, another slight sound of "hiss" broke the silence.

Tiberus slowly raised his hand and carefully took off the heavy helmet on his head.

As the helmet slowly fell off, a creepy and shocking face gradually appeared before everyone's eyes.

The left half of Tiberus's face seemed to have suffered extremely horrific corrosion and destruction, with blood and flesh all over the place, and some parts had even begun to rot and fester.

The right half of his face was completely bare, with no flesh covering it. He looked as hideous and terrifying as a demon crawling out from the depths of hell.

It is hard to imagine that such a strange face belongs to a living human being.

Gray, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but gasp when he saw the true appearance of Tiberius. Then he couldn't help but smack his lips and exclaimed:

"Tsk tsk! You look like this, but you can still live so safely. It's really amazing!"

He shook his head slightly jokingly, then slowly put the flaming sword that had been on Tiberus's shoulder into the scabbard.

Since the other party has chosen to surrender, continuing to threaten him with a sword would seem too ungraceful and uncultured.

"My vitality is extremely strong. This kind of injury is just a minor one for me."

Tiberus spoke of the horrific wound on his face with pride, not caring at all about Gray's chuckle.

This is the scar left by Tiberus after being injured during hundreds of years of fighting in the galaxy. It is also Tiberus's achievement and pride.

"Your injuries can be easily repaired here. Do you want me to ask a doctor to treat you?" Gray asked.

"No, I'm used to these injuries remaining on my body. They prove that I'm still alive. If they were repaired, I wouldn't be used to it."

Tiberus gently stroked the scar on his face and rejected Gray's proposal.

"If you don't want to, forget it."

Gray didn't care about Tiberus's reply. Since the other party was used to his current appearance, there was no need to force him to change.

"Since you have chosen to surrender, let them know!"

Gray gave orders to the surrendered Tiberus.

"I can only guarantee that the Carcharodon fleet will obey my orders and surrender. As for the Imperial Navy... although I have the authority to command them in battle, it will be difficult to get them to surrender willingly."

Tiberus looked at Gray and responded with a somewhat helpless tone.

Once he gave the order to surrender, the Carcharodon fleet would likely be the only one to comply. As for the Imperial Navy fleets, Tiberius simply couldn't control their final decision.

Gray, standing aside, had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's as he stared intently at Tiberus. He spoke calmly:

"You only need to give the orders. We will take care of those who are stubborn and refuse to surrender."

Gray narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a chilling murderous intent.

Tiberus took a deep breath, nodded, then quickly reached out to put on his helmet and skillfully connected to the communication channel in the battle barge.

Following a burst of electric sound, his steady and powerful voice was transmitted through the communicator to every warship of the Carcharodon Regiment: "Attention all members of the Carcharodon Regiment, immediately lay down your weapons, stop resisting, and accept the surrender arrangements!"

"Lord Tiberus, have you surrendered to those heretics?"

The think tank who stayed behind asked loudly to Tiberus with an incredulous look on his face.

"I surrendered. We were no match for them, and they promised me that as long as I continued to fight for humanity, they would not make things difficult for us."

Tiberus calmly explained to the think tank, believing that the think tank, who had fought alongside him for hundreds of years, would agree with his choice.

"Ah!" The think tank sighed heavily after hearing what Tiberius said, but did not rebuke or refute Tiberius's decision. Instead, he asked:

"Then if we surrender, what will happen to the Imperial Navy?"

"Tell the Imperial Navy this news! Let them decide for themselves whether to surrender or continue fighting until all their men are completely wiped out. We have done our best."

Tiberius' words were cold and heartless.

"Okay, I will command the fleet to withdraw from the battle and tell this news to the Imperial Navy. Let them decide their own future!"

The think tank sighed, hung up Tiberus's communication, and informed the Imperial Navy of the surrender of the Carcharodon Regiment.

When the Imperial Navy received the news of the Carcharodon's surrender, it caused an uproar. They did not expect that the extremely powerful Emperor's Angels would choose to surrender.

After a difficult decision, the commanders of the Imperial Navy's warships, most of the Imperial Navy, chose to surrender.

After all, these heretics are also human beings, which is better than surrendering to chaos.