paranoianovel Chapter 519 You are bragging!
Chapter 519 You are bragging!
The evil gods gave up their plan to attack from this side and called the emperor shameless.
This thing can't be killed.
Kaldor Diego, a near-subspace creature, still has the lightning domain activated. He is completely different from the gray knights. Fighting does not consume souls at all, and the void shield is just his power amplifier.
This makes this huge void shield less like a crazy fortress full of soul sacrifices and more like a demonic engine.
A Fortress of Destruction piloted by Kaldo Diego.
Coupled with the souls of hundreds of Gray Knights behind him, their accumulated experience against demons will make Kaldor even more terrifying.
If we want to defeat the opponent from here, the number of demons required will be greater than that of the Webway.
So why are you wasting your time here?
The offensive here seems to be huge, but in fact no big demons with names are out, but the demon crowd is suppressing Kaldor, preventing him from leaving here to go elsewhere.
.....
When Khorne began to abandon this boring psychic collision full of lightning, storms, fireballs, etc., the blood army in Khan's defense area received a terrifying blessing.
Angron was slightly slower than these forces, slaughtering eight planets, sacrificing the skulls of entire planets to the Blood God in a frenzy of killing, and of course being exiled many times.
In most cases, they were burned to ashes by the weapons of the Extermination Order, and in a few cases, they were burned to ashes by naval spears falling from the sky.
Of course Khorne wishes to continue, but the year 888 is almost over.
The Primaris warrior ships in Khan's defense zone were engulfed one after another. Khorne used endless daemons to kill the Primaris "Alpha" ultramarines legion, consuming the ammunition and medical supplies of this army in the long and continuous war. .
Finally, He decided to invest in Angron and defeat these annoying obstacles.
The blood army needs to join the demon swarm on Luna as soon as possible to form the tip of a spear and attack Terra.
The Daemon Primarch emerged from the bridge of the Duel Victor, a giant battleship of the Khorne forces. It had been wandering in the warp for so long that the original model could no longer be distinguished.
A large number of Primaris warriors jumped to the aid of the warship. They killed hundreds of World Eaters. Nearly a thousand Astartes corpses were piled on the ship. Angron forged his body from the corpses, and in the flames run.
Every time the dark red wings behind him waved, endless war cries and words of subspace madness roared out, sweeping across the entire battleship.
A unit has lost contact. The main force has no time to care about the gain or loss of a ship. Hundreds of ships are strangled together. The tenth team of gang-hopping troops are boarding. The war has been going on so far. All the gang-hopping troops are now boarding. The warehouse was destroyed, and they could only board a simple torpedo to prepare for the attack.
Angron did not have the patience to wait for the enemy to attack.
The Duel Victor ship suddenly turned and collided directly with an Astartes warship. Everyone saw a red figure stepping forward on torpedoes, and nimbly dodged all the shells in the terrifying space bombardment.
The red wings allow him to gallop freely in the galaxy, even though there is no air in the universe...
He smashed into the next battleship, and these Primaris recruits only realized after being slaughtered more than half, that this thing was not a large demon, but a demon prince.
Angron.
This message was passed to Caul's hands by loyal warriors. The Great Sage's war thinking engine has been overloaded. He may be the most powerful Great Sage in history, but in the face of such a complicated battle situation, it is still impossible to do anything. As good as Guilliman.
Belisarius Cawl ordered many Librarians to assemble to fight against this beast. The psychic powers of these Librarians were not as powerful as the Gray Knights, nor did they have the effective killing spells against demons possessed by the Gray Knights.
Angron cut through a battleship, jumped, and flew to the next battleship. The jumped battleship immediately teleported the assembled think tank troops over. Only three think tanks survived this battle, but they were exiled Angron.
Eight days and eight hours later, Angron returned.
The Great Sage Caul could not think of any way to effectively banish him. The Emperor's Holy Sword in Guilliman's hand no longer burned, and it did not have the power to permanently kill the demon before the Emperor's return. The Sisters of Silence and the Gray Knights gathered at In the palace, the situation of the war seems irreversible.
"Great Sage Kaul."
The communication was suddenly established, startling the "ontology" who was concentrating on researching countermeasures.
The clone of Kaul who was in charge of communications next to him was completely unaware of this and was still reciting those boring prefixes as usual.
"Shut up, Call, I'll deal with Angron."
"Dear Regent, your winning rate against Angron is less than 20%."
"Do your part and win this battle."
Angron jumped into a cabin where the fighting was fierce. The World Eaters and Primaris warriors were fighting fiercely. Angron's appearance boosted the morale of the World Eaters.
Although the Lord of the Red Sand will cut down all those who stand in his way, including the blind World Eater brats.
The demon primarch raised the blood battle axe, splitting the entire deck in half with one blow. The cracked gap below did not lead to the next deck, but the Blood Demon Realm of Khorne. Endless demons emerged from the cracks. Climb out, the last madness of 888 is destroying the ship.
The battleship kept rocking, and the temporary Primarch Guard, composed of ten World Eater Terminators and dozens of ordinary World Eaters, rushed across the broken corridor bridge and followed the Primarch into the silent command room.
There was no one inside.
Immediately, Angron turned to leave, but when he turned his head, he saw the blue man.
The Empire's Sky Eagle shone brightly on the Armor of Hope, making Angron feel sick from the bottom of his heart.
The victorious army appeared behind the original body. Compared with the opponent's guard in front of them, they seemed weak.
As soon as the two sides met, there were loud roars and the firing of various pistols.
Angron rushed towards his former brother violently, his cry was like the roar of a beast whose throat was filled with blood, "The Skull King likes your head, hand it over!"
That's roughly what it means.
The Emperor's Holy Sword forcefully caught the opponent's axe, and the two of them were instantly knocked back dozens of feet. The dagger without flames and the bloody battle ax collided with each other, and the sonic boom erupted, knocking out all the mortals and chaos around them. All the believers were shocked and killed.
Titus tried to see the movements of the original body clearly, but he could not keep up with them because they were too fast. The only thing he could do was to stand between the original body and the World Eaters to prevent these traitors from affecting the battle.
The victorious army revealed its war blade, and the uniform sound of the finely crafted power sword was the roar of the Ultramar people.
The enemy is numerous and we are outnumbered, so we can only fight to the death.
The victorious army marched in formation and launched a charge amidst the roar of the World Eaters. The ancient heroic spirits looked at us, for the sake of five hundred worlds!
.....
Amidst the roars of both sides, the two original bodies had already left the battlefield several hundred meters away. Angron, like a bull that never stopped charging, stood in front of the Regent, smashing several walls in succession until The rear is already covered with adamantine keel, and Angron cannot make an inch forward.
He stepped on a long path of red flames, and every step brought endless flames burning.
Angron opened his mouth wide. The blessing of the Blood God made him extremely tall, and the blue man in front of him only reached his waist.
There was a faint fire surging between the smelly fangs. The Blood God enjoyed the passion brought by the head-on collision between the two original bodies. Angron launched a violent attack face to face, and the opponent could only dodge.
The Wings of Despair supported Alpharius to a certain extent and were not nailed to the adamantine keel by one blow. The wings equipped with powerful laser turrets continued to shatter.
Angron let him go, not out of pity, but because he was swinging the huge ax with both hands.
Alpharius kicked the opponent's knee and interrupted the rhythm of the opponent's attack with a very fast counterattack. The Lord of the Red Sand punched back angrily, but Alpharius nimbly dodged it and moved sideways several times. After getting into position, both of them reorganized the attack for the next stage.
At this time, Alpharius discovered that this was a huge church. The head of the tall emperor's statue had been chopped off and disappeared. The holy candle staggered and lit the red curtains. The firelight passed through the flickering stained glass of the church. The light and shadow of the Holy Emperor on the wall has turned into a violent lord covered in flames, sitting on a pile of skulls.
The next moment, Angron's attack struck again. The battle ax passed over Alpharius' head. The end of the rotating ax handle hit the Armor of Hope. The proud aquila wings on his chest were interrupted. The emperor's holy sword counterattacked. Sliding along the opponent's arm to his shoulder, Angron's injuries had already begun to heal as soon as he left the opponent's body.
A storm of attacks fell on the opponent. The demonic original body used brute force to drive Alpharius into the emperor's statue. The headless stone statue had its legs broken by the impact, and the hard white jade stone shattered like tofu. , the holy statue slowly fell sideways.
As the dust filled the air, a blue figure flew up and swooped down from the air. Just as Angron turned around, a powerful and heavy blow fell from the sky, hitting him to the ground. Then the ruins of the Emperor's statue collapsed. Completely covering this wild beast.
Within a moment, the stone statue shattered into thousands of pieces. The demonic original body waved its wings and jumped out of it. The flying stones flew hundreds of meters in the air and could still cause fatal injuries to the World Eaters and the Victorious Army who were fighting fiercely.
The Armor of Hope was broken, and Angron could smell blood.
Kill! Kill! Blood sacrifice to the blood god!
destroy! destroy! Skull offering skull seat!
These words echoed in Angron's mind, and the Butcher's Nail squirmed on his head. This ferocious beast grabbed the battle ax condensed with the blood of billions of creatures in one hand, and held the heart-wrenching weapon in the other. The disgusted Aquila's head was slowly crushed.
Next is your head.
Alpharius looked at the irrational monster in front of him. He attacked his chest in order to tear the decoration of the Imperial Sky Eagle into pieces. It was simply unreasonable.
The armor on the chest was shattered, the cluster cables were exposed, the shield generator on the chest was peeled off and crushed into pieces, and the Armor of Hope was beyond recognition.
Angron strode back to his prey, each twitch of his muscles sending a whisper of chaos into the primarch's ears.
"Blood! Blood!"
The smell of blood.
Alpharius took a breath, and the Wings of Despair were finally able to shoot laser rays in the short gap. They were scattered, absorbed by the body of the demon original, and shattered when the giant ax fell.
The original body jumped high, but Angron's ax still hit the Wings of Despair, causing Alpharius to lose his balance and fall heavily to the ground.
The demon waved its wings, and its scorching breath was like a sandstorm blowing from a desert that had been dry for thousands of years. Just a single touch could dry a mortal.
The original body landed on the ground, kicking his legs on the floor with all his strength. The alloy deck was kicked into pieces and shattered into pieces. The next moment, the giant ax fell there, splitting the lower part in half.
The pipe was exposed, and the unknown gas inside exploded after getting close to Angron's hot body, and thick black smoke enveloped the demon primarch.
Alpharius finally landed on the ground, and before he could stand firm, another ax came out from the thick smoke.
His front armor was in disrepair.
The smell of steam and engine oil quickly stopped, and Caul's genius design allowed the filling foam to flow out of each device, quickly sealing the entire armor gap.
From a distance, it looks like frost covering the damaged armor.
It is difficult for the Emperor's Holy Sword to find a chance to counterattack. Just resisting the opponent's attack makes Alpharius exhausted.
Even if this holy sword is inserted into the opponent's stinky body, the evil god's power rolling inside the body will repair the wound when the blade is pulled out.
Every time he fell into the flames stepped by Angron, the Blood God's whisper would clearly ring in his mind: "Tell me who to sacrifice with blood~~"
After smashing into an unknown wall again, Angron jumped on Alpharius, punched down, and was slightly blocked to the side by the holy sword. The remaining half of the Wings of Despair also turned into scrap metal in the punch. .
"Give up your head! Slave of the false emperor, gladiator of the false emperor, you have been defeated by the power of the Lord of Blood."
Alpharius couldn't understand the other party's roar, but Khorne thoughtfully translated it for him, sending it into his mind in the form of a whisper of chaos.
Angron's next blow landed directly on Alpharius' neck. The horizontal Emperor's Holy Sword defense was penetrated by the heavy blow, and the long sword and the opponent's attack fell on Alpharius' head.
The arms raised in defense held the sword, and the holy sword, which was so hard, curved in an arc and pressed against the helmet.
"Give your life, Robert...Jonson?"
It wasn't Angron who was surprised, it was Khorne who was surprised.
The regent's helmet shattered, revealing his true form.
Suddenly, Khorne realized that something was wrong.
A large amount of thick fog poured out from the inner walls of the surrounding broken ships. Broken support pillars, burning murals, and blasphemous runes written in blood were all submerged in the fog.
Angron heard the sound of birds, like the sounds of birds and animals in the primitive jungle.
The explosive bombs on Alpharius' arm armor fired several times in succession, shooting into the opponent's body from zero distance, and then punched Angron on the chin, knocking him off his body.
The Lion King's thick beard was stained with the blood of the Primarch, and his pale hair was stuck with the emergency containment mucus sprayed from the helmet.
He swayed left and right twice and disappeared into the dense jungle.
Angron became irritable, and just setting foot here made him feel uncomfortable. The connection with Khorne seemed to be severed, but the blessings of the evil god surged in his body.
The demon primarch flapped his wings and flew high. He was sure that he had flown, but there was still a thick thick fog around him, and the lush woods blocked his path.
The other party's voice seemed to come from all directions, and the demon primarch swung his ax furiously, unable to find any prey.
"I knew Ryan Jonson liked to brag."
Alpharius's voice echoed in layers, rumbling in the forest.
The original body pressed down by Angron's huge demonic body disappeared, disappearing into place out of thin air.
"He said that he would knock you to the ground with a casual blow. Angron, with a full blow, he knocked you back dozens of steps. Your arm was shattered and your face was covered in blood."
Alpharius tried it with a body that was more than 95% similar to the Lion King. Not to mention being beaten and running away in embarrassment, it was by no means evenly matched.
"He said your collarbone was shattered by him, your spine was broken, and the sacred blade sliced open your abdomen, leaving your internal organs exposed."
Angron roared loudly and swung his battle ax to strike at the surrounding trees, but the ax missed the mark and passed directly through the phantom of the trees.
"Sorry, traitor, it's slightly different from Ryan's. You will have a brand new way to die today."
At some point, Angron, who was flying high, found that he was still on the ground, and the earth under his feet exuded a primitive and wild earthy atmosphere.
His beastly sense of smell couldn't help him find his opponent, even if Alpharius was right in front of his face.
Alpharius is not Lion Jonson, he can fly, his wings are just an illusion, and the anti-gravity aircraft covering his back were not damaged by Angron's attack.
He fell from the sky.
The Emperor's Holy Sword penetrated the head of the demon primarch, lifting a large layer of scalp, cutting off the demon horn that had grown from the mutation, and taking off his left eyelid and part of his cheek flesh.
Angron reacted quickly. He quickly turned his head and struck the ax to the side, but it missed the target.
"Guess who I am? My former brother, oh, no, you were never my brother. You just think that the big golden slave master threw you into the arena called the Galaxy. We are all his lackeys. and gatekeepers to prevent an 'invincible' gladiator like you from running out of the arena."
Wild laughter came from the woods, from the gaps in the leaves, from the breeze in the forest, and from under the earth into Angron's mind.
The Butcher's Nail crazily oppressed the demon primarch. Every assassination attempt by Alpharius would be met with a counterattack a hundred times more ferocious, forcing him to disappear after one blow.
"Are you worthy of being my brother? You destroyed an entire legion. What a blessing. I don't need to be your replacement."
The subspace nature of the Lion King combined with Alpharius's assassination experience turned this place into a terrifying place of death. Even Fulgrim was unable to respond in time, and Mortarion was unable to withstand the constant flow of attacks. Fatal assassination.
Angron was beaten black and blue, and the Blood God's surging blessings failed to find an enemy, which angered the Brass Throne.
He sat high on a throne made of skulls, but a weapon appeared in his hand. No one knew what it was. It might be the incarnation of the world's weapons.
It floated quietly in the air and slowly fell, causing a huge earthquake in the entire subspace.
Nurgle glanced over there and let out a sigh of relief. This thing was used to smash my giant cauldron before.
Powerful subspace oppression instantly descended on this small area. In the foggy jungle, the broken scene inside the ship was looming.
Angron saw a blurry shadow hanging high in the sky, like a sun composed of shadows.
The edge of the sword is coming, and death will never rest.
The Emperor's Holy Sword fell to the ground like a meteor, and in a flash of cold light it cut Angron's body open, cutting from the shoulder to the left thigh, and a huge wound appeared on the demon's body.
But because of this, the entire illusion was shattered, and the forest that should not exist in the world was reintegrated into Alpharius' body. He shook his head, after all, the imitation was just an imitation, and it couldn't be that perfect.
He found that the positions of both sides were about a hundred meters away from the original fighting area. Titus was fighting behind him. There was not much of the victorious army left, and the World Eaters became more and more courageous as they fought.
The chain ax roared and slashed at Titus. He took a step back and hit a hard wall. He barely dodged the opponent's attack. He responded with a sharp ax blow, splitting the World Eater's head in half with one blow. .
More World Eaters surrounded him, and he wanted to see clearly what was blocking his retreat. When he looked back, he saw that it was blue armor.
There was no retreat for him.
Just when Titus was about to launch a desperate charge, Alpharius's voice came from behind.
"What a pity, Angron, it seems I have to work harder." The helmet of the Armor of Hope and the voice changer were all shattered.
Titus was stunned.
The Lion King is coming?
No, why did my dad become the Lion King? ?
Who is lying in that boulder?
Titus' mind was in chaos, and the charging steps of the World Eaters brought him back to reality. There were two World Eaters on the left, three World Eaters on the right, and a Terminator in front.
Enemies like to fight in single combat, but he can't tell which of the enemies in front are rushing towards him and which are rushing towards the original body behind him.
At this moment, a strange voice sounded from his ear.
"Is this how you become a Primarch Guard?"
A bolt shot pierced the skull of the nearest enemy, and Titus thought it was a bolt, at least until the enemy fell.
A snake spear instantly penetrated his field of vision and pierced the advancing enemy.
A large group of Terminators teleported onto the battlefield, painted with the insignia and livery of the Ultramarines, but Titus swore he had never seen these Terminators in his life.
Lena Terminator.
"Let me teach you how a Primarch Guard should behave."
The deflagration gun instantly burned the enemy in front of him to ashes. It was just a few shots, and more deflagration rays were shot towards Angron.
The Twentieth Legion suddenly appeared from the side of the battlefield, and the true Primarch Guard belonging to Alpharius arrived on the battlefield.
Equipped with weapons from the Dark Ages, these warriors launched a siege against Angron.