Chapter 347 Chapter 336. Angron, the unexpected reinforcement
, was awakened by violent jolts. Perhaps it was also because the untouchable domain of the soulless could not reach the strength of Hades. The Lord of the Red Sand vomited a mouthful of blood. , the cold bloody wind instantly brought back his sanity.
He looked around and found that he did not see that familiar figure. The soldiers surrounding him were extremely anxious and excited. Some strange enemies were attacking them on the edge of the army, but even Ange, who was in extremely poor condition, was attacking them. Long could also see that the attack was completely unstructured.
【What's wrong? 】
Angron spoke, his voice was hoarse and subtle, but no matter how subtle the original voice was, it would still be heard by his loyal descendants.
Kahn, who woke up, immediately replied to the original body,
"We received a signal from the fleet. They were not attacked by enemies, and reinforcements from the Forge World arrived. After a minute, the wind and snow subsided slightly, and the first batch of air troops to respond to the retreat arrived. Will arrive."
Angron spat blood, lying still made him feel like a weakling, so he stood up unsteadily, and the World Eaters looked at him worriedly.
[Where is the other warrior, Hades? 】
Kahn in front of him was silent and only repeated once again that he hoped Angron would rest and wait for news of the retreat.
The beast-like Angron narrowed his eyes. He walked up to Kahn and bent down. A huge shadow enveloped Kahn,
[I said, you won't let the reinforcements die and run away by yourself, right? ]
Along with his words, blood foam sprayed on Kahn's helmet, and
Kahn's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth,
"This is an order from Lord Hades. The first duty of a warrior is to obey the order unconditionally."
Angron threw his head back and laughed a few times. He felt angry and the nails began to bite him.
[Who is your real leader, Karn? ! 】
"It's you, my father."
Kahn replied without hesitation,
"Now I order everyone to go back and support Hades!" When did the World Eaters become cowards who only hide behind others? ! 】
Kahn stood motionless,
"Master Hades said that the victory of this mission is your successful return to the empire."
This made Angron scratch his face with his hands in anger, and his sharp nails were scratched on his face. He admired Kahn's rebellion against him, but the original body also hoped that Kahn understood what he meant,
"What's the use of going back with only me?" Can any of you take this damn thing off? ]
[I, Angron, will die on the battlefield! Don't die on the operating table as a coward! Just die! But I, Angron, will die on the battlefield! 】
Under the gauntlet, Kahn almost broke the armor. People saw the power of the dark monster. He hoped that Hades would survive, but this seemed unrealistic.
But at least he could have brought Angron back.
Karn thought, his soul trembling. If he said that Angron was of no use at all in the past and would only hinder the Lord of the Silent Order, would the Primarch change his mind and wait quietly to retreat?
Kahn felt the rope of victory begin to burn behind him, wrapping around his thoughts like a boiling snake, let him fight, let Angron fight, retreat would be dishonorable... whispers rang in his ears.
Before meeting Angron, Karn was eternally loyal to the Emperor. After meeting Angron, Karn swore that he would always be loyal to the will of the Primarch.
So Kahn said nothing.
Angron began to pant, but anger gave him strength again. Angron knew that this would be his last battle. The nails almost tore him apart, but he was now particularly clear and angry - Angron knew this. It is a symbol of reflection.
The Son of the Mountain roared, his voice crashing down,
[Everyone! If you want to fight back with me, come with me! The rest stay in place and retreat! 】
What responded to him was the war cry that echoed layer by layer.
Angron roared with satisfaction.
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This is a cruel, arrogant, almost provocative play.
In the wind and snow, Hades opened his eyes wide, and his expression was extremely cold. He listened to the explosion of the knights around him, and the metal twisted harshly, scattering debris on the ground.
Just like peeling open a delicious orange, the Nightbringer slowly peeled open Hades's army bit by bit. Even though he might be able to expend some effort, he could just crush the orange and then lick it awkwardly. juice.
But He didn't do that. He stood silently on the spot - the area demarcated by the Necromancer Overlord. On the route where the toys charged towards Him, the twisted space also affected many Necromancer armies, but around him The overlord did not have the slightest hesitation about the sacrifice of these slaves.
The Nightbringer needs them here, he has been imprisoned for too long. Hades gasped. He was not a qualified person to absorb the fragments of the Star God. Only when the distance in physical space was shortened, he could feel more.
He "remembered" the old days of the Galaxy, which were the memories of the Void Dragon.
The Nightbringer...a sadistic arrogant, an out-and-out scumbag, the first Star God to start hunting and devouring his own kind.
Hades scoffed wildly, but that was not his emotion.
The final hint of schadenfreude came when the void dragon learned that the Nightbringer had been torn to pieces by his self-proclaimed servants because of his pride, trampled by the undead he called his slaves.
Hades stared at the Nightbringer fragment. He knew what he was seeking. Compared with Hades, his real troubles were not there.
Green lightning reflected in Hades's eyes.
See, then learn, this is what Malcador once told Hades.
No - no - Hades thought, he couldn't learn, he could only try in vain to realize what would happen next.
Under the instructions of the Nightbringer, Hades's knights directly tore apart the Necrons' defense. Hades looked at the Necron buildings that were "accidentally damaged" by space distortion, with a wry smile on his lips.
The Nightbringer raised his eyes, and Hades felt power emerging from his body. He raised his hand in vain - beside the last few knights, the metal began to twist, and green lightning lit up. He tried to protect the last charging ones. Knights.
His actions attracted the attention of the Night Holder, who hovered in mid-air slightly bored. They looked at each other and their attention moved away weakly.
Amid the blizzard, a faint light lit up in the sky above them.
However, the next moment, Hades felt the sense of weightlessness as the knight under him suddenly lost control and fell forward. The scream of metal tearing through the air sounded. It was the death gaze of the Night Holder - it stands to reason that no life can survive in the Night Holder. Survive under the watcher's gaze.
He heard a female voice shouting at the top of her lungs, he heard panicked roars coming from the channel, and Graier's mechs surrounded them at the last moment - and then everything was lit up.
The light spears from the World Eaters fleet burned quietly, the metal melted, the blood and earth burned, as if the light that could burn everything was shining quietly.
There was a sound of the air being violently torn apart.
However, a dark figure still floats quietly in the center of the light spear. The darkness reluctantly covers the undead and the cage under him, and the sickle is still waiting for the real opportunity to harvest.
The dazzling light gradually faded, and painful gasps sounded from under the metal ruins.
The semi-softened metal burned by the high temperature began to flow. Hades breathed violently, and green lightning enveloped him. He was holding the blade of the old enemy. This sword that was originally the one of the four gods was shining with golden light at the moment, faintly. Resonating with the floating finger bones on Hades' neck.
The Night Holder raised the scythe slowly and gracefully, but something suddenly interrupted the process of preparing his meal. A heavy slamming sound was heard, and he waved his hand impatiently.
The bombs and artillery fire pouring from all directions immediately stopped comically in the air, but then came the giant divine machine that rushed towards the Nightbringer to fight without fear - Hades raised his head tremblingly, the Titan's
majestic A figure appeared in front of him, and the flag of Sarem Forge World was flapping in the cold wind.
"For the Emperor! For Angron! For Om Messiah!"
The war cry sounded together with the sound of the Titan explosion, but the Nightbringer's action was delayed for a moment.
The second Titan rushed over.
Hades looked at the figures of the sages reflected in his eyes with trembling disbelief.
Even though they didn't know Hades, Sarem had a clear conscience when faced with the request of the World Eaters Legion who had saved his life.
Hades clenched the sword with great effort, and golden light suddenly rose. Even though they were not calling Hades, the sages' call for the Void Dragon still echoed in the maelstrom - perhaps Hades was destined to be unable to use this power of faith. Power, but there is always someone who can.
The Emperor's finger bones were gleaming.
Don't worry, we won't let the protagonist just slash with a sword and it's over. There's still fun to be had.
No more today.
(End of chapter)