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Guilliman leaped from the Thunderhawk gunship.

Generally speaking, the Astartes have better means of landing. However, that was only 'usually', and the current situation did not allow them to let the Thunderhawk gunship find a place to land - the Lionsgate Star Harbor fell again with the acid rain.

The situation on the ground is very bad. Demons are still pouring out of the portal, and in places that have been drenched by acid rain long before the light curtain appears, the plague is spreading silently. There is also the green mist overhead, and the imperial defenders have the support of heroic spirits, but it only makes the situation a little more favorable.

Guilliman didn't even blink as the wind whizzed by. The place they were going to land was outside the Royal Palace, a place called the Plaza of Valor. This place was once used to receive those who have established meritorious deeds in the war astral army, they will be awarded here, and get some substantial rewards. Such as power swords or armors specially assigned to them.

As for now... all that's left is the rubble. Thick, as if conscious, creeps are spreading over the ruins. Hundreds of Khorne bloodletters who had not died were being bound by the creep, and their bodies were drilled with dense holes. The Primarch's unimaginable vision allowed him to accurately capture this scene.

He fell to the ground, stirring up a flying dust. Creep was stepped on by him and came out of a big hole. Those blasphemous creatures soon followed, trying to climb onto his power armor and into his body to turn him into a breeding ground. Guilliman didn't even look at them - he just went forward, forward.

The mycelium that could even restrict the movement of the demon's engine was easily broken by him in an instant, and they curled up as if they had met some kind of nemesis, the green faded, and they became a kind of burnt. Weedy color. The gray and white are extremely conspicuous and extremely ridiculous.

After he landed, the Ultramarines also descended. Except for the tenth company, which was in charge of investigating the situation on the ground, and the sixth company, which supported Marius, only the fifth, seventh, eighth, and ninth companies of the Ultramarines were here. The Fearless Veterans were still on their way, and Guilliman didn't really want to get them on the field so soon.

At least not until he meets the ones that really need them to deal with. The Dreadnoughts' energy is limited, and he didn't want them to wake up after sleeping in pain for so long and then set foot on the battlefield to kill some low-level bloodletters.

The think tank curator walked up to his Primarch, blue psionics gleaming in his eyes: "The communication channel is back to normal, Primarch. Maybe we should go and meet up with Captain Marius first, they're not doing well. ."

"Where are they?"

"An open space in front of the outer wall of the palace, they are repairing there."

Guilliman glanced sideways at the thick creep, and snorted in disgust. He lifted his foot and smashed those things into pieces. Low-level diseases tried to enter his respiratory tract through the air, but they were completely destroyed without even getting close to his skin.

"Let the eighth and ninth companies go to support them, and after the corrections are completed, let them start marching immediately."

Guilliman called out the projected holographic map, and on the white light curtain, the ground situation was clearly visible: "We set out from the Plaza of Valor, and they set off from near the outer wall of the palace. Lionsgate must be recaptured, otherwise the A living saint may not even be able to dispatch support once it reaches Terra's orbit."

"This is indeed a serious question." The curator of the think tank nodded solemnly, and he extended his finger to the light curtain. "But, Primarch, we don't have the means to move fast. The sixth company took all the combat motorcycles."

"That's not a problem." Guilliman pulled out the power sword smoothly, his perception ability was much stronger than that of the Astartes, so he already knew clearly that something was approaching them. "Prepare for battle, an enemy is approaching."

His voice fell, and there was a series of sounds of bolt guns being loaded and chainsaws being activated, mixed with the sounds of plasma preheating and the multi-barrel hot melt gun praying for the peace of mind of the machine.

The ground began to tremble.

Guilliman narrowed his eyes, needing no more words from him. The Astartes immediately began to look for cover, standing by Guilliman's side, and they didn't need to worry about those potentially deadly diseases. The ruins were good for them to cover their bodies. Guilliman also looked for a wall, and he stayed with the think tank curator.

The tremors of the ground became stronger and stronger, and Guilliman keenly noticed that the hyphae were up. As if self-conscious, they curled up like they were worshiping or pilgrimage, and the scene made Guilliman's eyes twitch - for no other reason, it was disgusting.

Those bloodletters are still wailing.

Then, his superior eyesight allowed him to capture the full picture of what was approaching. A hatred that made Guilliman tremble immediately began to spread, tumble, and rise in his heart. In the end, all these emotions turned into a kind of strength that made him stronger, a kind of nourishment.

It was a plague giant. A profane cyborg, cyborg creation.

A great impure person will be placed on the eight-legged mecha after death. Those rusty eight-legged legs seem to be no threat, but in fact, a single blow can cut through the pottery steel, which is ten percent dangerous. And the left hand of the great unclean one was made into a demon cannon, firing a deadly plague-spreading cannon. Its appearance was as disgusting as its kind, and even more disgusting.

Because Xia was removed and replaced with an eight-legged mecha, its entire belly was cut open, revealing the thick green maggots that intersected with each other like vines inside. These squirming things maintained its body stability. . A few new pustules have just popped up, and its ugly, unbearable face has only one huge one eye, and its rotting body can even see the ribs.

"attack."

Guilliman said gloomily, jumping out from behind the broken wall. The bolt gun in the left hand fired again and again, and shot straight towards the monster's one-eyed. This sudden attack did not surprise the ignorant monster. It raised its right hand and blocked it in front of itself like a prophet. After the bomb hit its disgusting fat, it was silent again.

However, Guilliman's attack was just a guise - the real threat lay behind.

Hundreds of Astartes' bolt gun volleys followed, and the demon engine stood there dumbfounded, as if there was no awareness of dodging at all.

Just as the deadly bolt gun screen was about to approach its face, the thick mushroom creep rolled up like a wave in the ocean, and a thick layer of mushroom creep stood up out of nowhere, blocking it. , blocked those deadly bombs.

Guilliman narrowed his eyes and issued a new order: "Plasma ready!"

A low, dangerous hum began to sound, and the Ultramarines, completely hidden in the rubble, fired plasma. The blue torrent shot straight away, vaporizing the creep in an instant, but the plague giant behind it that was supposed to stay in place has disappeared.

how is this possible? !

"It's psionic magic!" the think tank curator shouted in his ear. "This thing can teleport on creep, Primarch!"

Psionic magic? It's just a modified corpse, how could it be able to use psionic spells? !

Just as the think tank's voice fell, the plague cannon in the left hand of the plague giant who had appeared on the other side had already begun to warm up, and the thick and rusty muzzle began to light up slowly. After a third of a second, It fired.

Deadly fireworks exploded with a 'bang' near the muzzle, and what was supposed to be a real cannonball was nothing more than a clump of rotting limbs and maggots—still, Guilliman Shouting loudly in the Chapter's internal communication channel: "Dodge! Dodge!"

The shells fell, and a building that had not collapsed collapsed. As the smoke scattered, the director of the think tank reported to him: "Three fighting brothers were hit by that thing."

Guilliman accurately caught Diggles' words in the sound of the collapse, but at this time he forced himself not to think about the three dead children, but forced himself to focus on something more crucial.

It is impossible to use psionic power without sanity.

Creep.

defense.

A flash of light flashed in Guilliman's mind, and his superhuman intelligence made him understand the truth in just a minute: "Support soldiers with flamethrowers, I need you to burn the creep underfoot! Others, Free to fight, be sure to give the support soldiers time, we have to hold this son of a bitch!"

"As for you!" Guilliman turned his head abruptly, looked at the director of his think tank, and said solemnly: "Digris, if it fires again, I need you to find some way to intercept the shells fired by that thing!"

"I see, Primarch."

Guilliman threw so-called graceful rhetoric with wartime demeanor. Turning to charge with unparalleled fury, the plague giant on the other side waved his left hand, and the plague cannon began to warm up again, but Guilliman did not dodge. His every step was firm, digging deep pits on the creep.

Mycelium wriggled, as if trying to stop him. But Guilliman's own existence is the most deadly poison to them. Wherever he goes, the mycelium involuntarily stops moving and turns gray. After he left, he began to slowly wriggle again, as if he wanted to return to his previous appearance.

During the run, Guilliman captured this scene. He immediately knew that his guess was correct - the so-called psionic magic was not used by the plague giant at all, but by this seemingly self-conscious mushroom creep!

A distance of a few hundred meters is just a sprint distance for the Astartes, and even less for the Primarch. In just three seconds, Guilliman crossed these hundreds of meters. The power sword was held by him with both hands, the disintegration stance flashed on the sword, and the primarch roared and slashed down with a sword!

"Pfft-"

The tactile feeling of feedback is not like chopping into a dick, but more like chopping into a tree stump. The rancid juice splashed out, and Guilliman drew the power sword that created a slit in the Plague Giant's left hand. The wrist twisted, the blade spun freely, and once again slashed at the wound made by him, and the bones were deeply visible.

The power of the Unclean One was astonishing, and the sensation of slashing at its bones made Guilliman feel like he was slashing a titan with a power sword. And this sluggish demon engine finally reacted now. It slowly rotated its upper body, facing Guilliman with its back, and then the deadly eight-legged raised.

Guilliman's hair stood on end suddenly, and he realized that he had made the mistake he had made - he was not good at close combat, but he rushed up in a moment of anger to act as an attraction for his children. Fortunately, a blast of plasma pierced through the eight feet that had just been lifted, giving Guilliman a chance to dodge.

one second.

In just a second, Guilliman slid aside with his physicality. Just when he was about to analyze the attacking behavior pattern of this thing carefully and then stepped forward, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow coming quickly.

"Get out of the way, Guilliman."

A cold voice came into his ears, and such a disrespectful attitude made him smile uncontrollably.

There is no other reason, it is Frank who speaks.

His speed was even faster than Guilliman, who spanned a distance of hundreds of meters in three seconds. Like a black light, he jumped from the ground and onto the body of the plague giant in the blink of an eye. Thick and sharp spikes pierced the bottom of the boot, and with a cruel smile, Frank 'stands' on the plague giant's body.

Then, as if swinging a golf club, he raised the chainsaw in his hand. The single-molecule sawtooth roared endlessly and entered the plague giant's rotting body, creating a huge wound on its neck.

The unpleasant-smelling green pus kept splashing out, but it was frozen in mid-air by the cold air coming out of Frank's body, and even the ** with the plague giant was frozen into a whole piece of ice. At the same time ~www.NovelMTL.com~ a blue psionic giant hand emerged from Frank's back, he grinned, suddenly freed his left hand, and slammed it down with a fist!

In a moment, he pulled out the chainsaw sword, smashed with the giant psionic fist, and the plague giant was smashed into pieces. The smirk on Frank's face had not disappeared. He lowered his head to look at the creep under his feet, and disappeared in the midst of the flying shards of the plague giant's icy wither - the tooth-shaking cold began to spread.

In just a few seconds, this thick blanket was completely frozen into a huge piece of ice.

After doing all this, Frank's face still didn't look so relaxed. On the contrary, even the smirk he showed during the battle disappeared, but a kind of icy calm and dead silence.

Guilliman laughed as he walked into his new brother and gave Frank a warm hug: "It's good to see you safe and sound! There's a problem with the communication channel and we can't even reach you!"

Frank didn't speak, just nodded. At the same time, Diglis's excessive psionic talent allowed him to capture a fleeting thought in the surface of the new Primarch.

"Fortunately you didn't contact me..."

Diglis swallowed, realizing that the Primarch might have done a lot that would make the Father of Gene unacceptable.