Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The white light is Chagatai, or to be more precise, it is the light reflected when his sword dances rapidly.

Mortals cannot capture the speed of a Space Marine, nor can a Space Marine capture the speed of a Primarch. There is also a difference in speed between the original bodies. The fighting ability displayed by Jaghatai when he was running rapidly was as natural and smooth as breathing. He was like a human-shaped lightning, falling from the sky to the ground in an instant, waiting for a shock to completely spread over him. After the sky was reflected in my eyes for a long time, the roar came belatedly.

The narrow distance of 20 meters was not enough for Thunder to spread out, but fortunately the front line attacked by Iron Hands was long enough, which gave Chagatai ample opportunity to warm up.

The banging sounds of metal collision were connected together. These independent sounds seemed long and long under the pressure of speed, and the pictures corresponding to the sounds were one after another of steel hands, people turned on their backs, and a warning scar was cut on their chests. , the power roaring out from the back of the blade penetrated through this insignificant opening, and hit hard on the flesh and blood of the Space Marine.

Although the complex composition of flesh and iron of the Iron Hands Space Marines requires Jaghatai to apply different forces when slashing, he can instantly tell the difference between the Iron Hands and the Iron Hands by the slight change in sound when the blade touches the armor. Iron Hands are different and exert just the right amount of force.

Those Iron Hands that had not yet undergone large-scale transformation were struck by Chagatai, causing chest tightness, shortness of breath, and black eyes. Those Iron Hand veterans whose bodies were half made of iron were struck by Chagatai's sword. The metal vibrated at high frequencies, making their brains unable to provide effective feedback to the various parts of their bodies.

As soon as the Destroyers pointed their guns at the backs of their brothers, Jaghatai had already knocked the Iron Hand forwards off their feet. He rushed unstoppably towards the Destroyers in the rear who were holding heavy weapons, and stopped them with a roar. the behavior of.

"stop!"

The roar entered the hearts of the Iron Hand Destroyers, and their rational and cold thinking was shocked for a moment. When they realized that they should fight back, they found themselves lying on the ground looking directly at the ceiling.

what happened?

All the Iron Hands lying on the ground asked themselves this, and those who did not enter the attack range of Chagatai finally saw clearly who attacked them.

Jaghatai Khan did all this without even shedding a drop of sweat. He flicked two beautiful swords and put them into their sheaths. The buzzing sound of the blades cutting through the air woke up the stunned steel hands, and they barely moved. The brain that goes down can finally make a clear judgment on the scene.

Three seconds, just three seconds.

At seconds, Jaghatai launched a sudden attack on Stunus. He knocked down Stunus with a knife and then rushed towards the Iron Hand who took steps in unison.

At one point and five seconds, the four company commanders and 4 soldiers who formed the first row of the Iron Hands formation were completely knocked down by Chagatai.

In two seconds, Jaghatai's roar shocked the 40 Destroyers in the second and third platoons of the Iron Hands who were preparing to support the front line.

In three seconds, Jaghatai knocked the Destroyers wielding twin melta cannons and plasma cannons to the ground. As for the Destroyers using heavy bolter machine guns, he ignored them. Ordinary heavy explosive shells could not damage Fulgrim's flesh.

The sound of the soldier lying on the ground trying to move his body could not stop the spread of silence. What finally broke the death-like atmosphere was the excited and passionate war cry of the White Scar. Although they didn't see clearly how Chagatai knocked down hundreds of steel hands, it didn't stop them from shouting for their father's awesomeness.

Colvin and the Raven Guard on the side felt even more uncomfortable. They were as depressed as the White Scar was happy.

"For the Great Khan and the Emperor! For the Great Khan and the Emperor! For the Great Khan and the Emperor!"

Jaghatai looked back at the cheerful white scar, with a clear sense of disgust in his eyes. Doing all this is not something worth bragging about and shouting about.

Stare!

The white scars wilted like eggplants beaten by frost, and some white scars did not respond. They only had time to lower their voices slightly.

"For the Great Khan and the Emperor...for the Great Khan...the Emperor..."

Stunus also regained his composure at this time. He covered his buzzing head and turned over with difficulty from the ground. He raised his head and subconsciously looked in the direction of the cheering White Scars and saw Jaghatai. That majestic back.

"This...what the hell is going on..."

Stunus could not understand everything that happened in just a few seconds. The sudden changes in the Brotherhood, the Emperor's Children, and the Brotherhood confused his thoughts.

A hand was placed on Stunus' shoulder, "I know what's coming next may be difficult for you to accept, but I hope you can stay calm."

Following the sound, Fulgrim's apologetic face filled Stunus' vision.

All confusion was once again replaced by anger, and Stunus, who was lying on the ground, punched Fulgrim in the face.

Facing the oncoming iron fist, Fulgrim did not dodge. And he relaxed his body, calmly facing the wrath of the Iron Hand.

The fist hit Fulgan's face, so hard that the clenched metal fingers rubbed bright sparks. Fulgan's face tilted back slightly with the force. Not to mention scars, not even bruises appeared on that handsome and fair face.

Stunus finished with one punch and followed it up with another, condensing all the hatred he and the Iron Hands felt for Slaanesh, the Emperor's Children, and Fulgrim into his fist.

Knocks rained down on the tin shack as Stunnus fell on top of Fulgrim in a rage of punching him. Fulgrim lay on his back in a large position, and Stunus sat on Fulgrim's breastplate, grabbing his silver hair with one hand, and hitting Fulgrim's face hard with the other.

The iron hand made by Stunus himself was broken, and small metal parts flowed out from the increasingly larger gaps along with blood.

Stunus didn't know how long he had been fighting. He felt that his hands were on the verge of disintegration, and his body was giving off ceaseless alarms due to excessive consumption.

Controlled by anger, he felt tired. He moved his twisted fist away and saw a damaged face. Metal fragments were embedded in the flesh, and bloodstains and bruises covered Fulgan's face like camouflage.

"Are you dead? Traitor?" Stunus asked breathlessly.

Fulgrim opened his eyes. He was not angry because of Stunus' rough beating. On the contrary, he was sad now.

A tear slipped down the corner of his eye, pushing away the blood and metal slag, Fulgrim said hoarsely to Stunus.

"I'm not dead, that's too bad."