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It was a Nurgling who first noticed something was wrong.

The little demon flew out of a cloud of poison that was floating above the demons, and then screamed in horror at the back of the demons.

Its sound made a Nurgle fiend impatiently pull it aside with his arm, and a low, muffled sound came out of his throat, as if threatening it not to disturb itself to concoct the plague.

But this Nurgling obviously has a heart that is not afraid of power, and it keeps flying around the Nurgle demon, chanting words in its mouth. However, the sound on the battlefield was really too noisy, and its sound like a mosquito's groan obviously couldn't pass through the Nurgle Devil's fat to reach its thick and heavy eardrums, which might even be covered with earwax.

And so, it got anxious—it flew into the devil's ear, shiny and glistening with disgusting brown goo. Just as it was about to reach the eardrum, a beam of golden lightning fell from the sky, blasting the owner of the ear canal together with Nurgling to powder.

A roar sounded, and it exploded like a thundercloud. Angron crashed into the pile of demons, and the lingering lightning on the great axe made some Nurgle demons scream with horror. The last picture they could see before dying was the terrible scene of the axe. Lightning melted their foul etheric flesh in an instant.

His appearance seemed to be an omen, and the monks of the Imperial Fist quickly surrounded the group of demons. They took advantage of the ruins among the thrones, and a rain of bombs fell from the sky. Countless walking corpses and plague carriers have been beaten into meat paste, and the power of gunpowder will be awesome enough even after 10,000 years.

More frightening than gunpowder, however, was Angron.

The demons of Nurgle, the flood of Nurglings, and the mindless spreaders carrying the plague began to flee. Some of them even began to bite and devour the bodies of their own kind, in a delusional attempt to continue their power for a foolish mantra.

The Lord of Red Sand just grinned from behind his helmet, swung a giant axe with one hand, and lightning spread from the ground. Their putrid bodies began to crumble and dissolve. The weaker of them began to blur even before Angron reached them, and their bodies could not withstand the power of the lightning, even if it was only a trace of it,

The tide of demons gathered, and a big demon waved its arm, and the layers of fat fell down naturally, revealing the green bones underneath. Those fat flesh began to take root on the sacred ground between the thrones, and in an instant it turned into a mass of giant vines. The evil sorcery originating from the warp caught Angron's attention as soon as it appeared.

He clenched the handle of the axe with both hands, and as the knuckles clenched, fine golden patterns began to light up on the surface of the axe, and lightning roared, wrapping the axe blade in it.

"Evil!"

His roar exploded like thunder, and lightning took him close to the giant vine in an instant. Angron swung his axe with unstoppable fury and fighting intent, and golden lightning frantically gathered around him, almost turning his black armor into gold. The blade of the axe was raised high and then chopped down.

Destruction comes.

Hidden behind the vines, Nurgle uttered a desperate cry of desperation, trying to use this thing to delay his escape.

The vines that entangled the resentment and souls of the living only blocked the axe for less than half a second before being cut open, and the souls of the victims on it were purified in an instant and restored to their original appearance.

These souls even added a bit of power to the axe in turn. Almost in an instant, the vines were completely torn open, and then turned into a mass of coke by lightning, curled up, and fell to the ground and stopped moving.

"Deceiving Kangxi"

With heavy footsteps, Angron approached the great Nurgle step by step. His wild laughter fell so harshly in the ears of the Great Unclean One that even the antlers above his head began to ache. It opened its mouth full of misshapen yellow teeth and seemed to want to say something. However, it was greeted only by an icy horizontal slash.

In the warp, a **** was furious at this scene. But she can't help her children because her garden is suffering the worst damage ever. She could only watch her children die one by one.

The head of the Great Unclean One rolled on the ground, its yellow eyes rolled up, and its tongue was pulled out. Moments later, a heavy iron shoe ground it into minced meat.

The smile on Angron's lips almost never faded, and if there was anything he felt more happy than beating Fulgrim, it was now - beating the demons.

Every axe he wields was the embodiment of hatred, and every demon he killed was avenging the dead innocents. The Lord of Red Sand clearly knows that he is the righteous party, but he does not mind using violent means to achieve this.

On the other hand, compared to Angron's enjoyment, the monks of the Imperial Fist are more serious. They did not immediately advance from the rear of the Tide under Maximus' orders, and the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists knew very well that to deal with the Nurgle demons, you must kill the leaders or they will regenerate incessantly.

After finding a good position, Maximus made a gesture. Hundreds of bolt guns fired one after another, and a fine rain of death erupted above the demons' heads. Descended by Astartes himself, with their anger and hatred, countless demons died at this moment. The body was torn apart, the pus splashed.

The victory was impressive, however, Maximus was not satisfied - they had been in the fight for eight minutes and thirty-four seconds, during which time the scouts in the Chapter had never reported to him those who needed to be killed. The orientation of the dead object. But he didn't say anything, just waited patiently.

After another three minutes and twenty-four seconds, the voice of the reconnaissance company commander came from the communication channel of the Imperial Fist cultivators. He calmly and emotionlessly described the five directions. Maximus nodded slightly, and Garadon, who was standing beside him, immediately gave an order. Four Destroyer squads mounted lethal plasma and sniper bolters, and they opened fire twelve seconds later.

The five Great Demons responsible for concocting the plague and transforming Nurgling were smashed into pieces, and a large number of brainless plague corpses soon gathered around them, and began to lie on the ground and eat the remains of the Great Demon, licking the remains of the Great Demon. Lick the pus. Their instincts are craving more plague, and the monks of the Imperial Fist are craving something.

A smile appeared on Maximus' face, which quickly turned into a sneer. He picked up his helmet and strapped it on, and four companies of fighting brethren lined up silently behind him. The Destroyer Squad and those fraternities who were proficient in shooting stayed for cover in the high ruins while they...

Will smash into the demons with a mountain-like anger!

"For the Emperor! For Holy Terra!"

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With a puff of smoke rising, He Shenyan returned to the Vengeance. Layers of dense arrays rose from under his feet, and the pre-set purification and scanning arrays began to run, dispelling all the resentment and negative energy from the warp in his body little by little. It's not that he doesn't want to eat these, it's just that he has to give the Vengeance some supplements.

His current physical condition is not suitable for delivering energy. It is foreseeable that the Revenge will have to go out to 'forage' by itself for a long time in the future.

There was a buzzing sound above his head, and the center of the circle began to report to him what he had missed during this time. He Shenyan showed a weak smile while combing through the messy information flow with his mental tentacles.

He disappeared in the blue light, and in the blink of an eye, he walked from the main control room to the medical room on the second deck, where Steve, who had taken off his armor, was receiving treatment.

"what?!"

Seeing him coming, Steve immediately stood up in surprise. But He Shenyan raised his hand and made a gesture, and his mental strength made him do it again.

The mage pursed his lips and said, "The inspection has not yet been completed. You have to stay for another ten minutes. How is Terra?"

"I don't know right now."

Steve gave that classic smile and rubbed the back of his neck. He rubbed off a large piece of the new skin, and it was bloodshot. He hissed softly, then looked at He Shenyan in distress: "Is there any way? It's been like this since I came back from that hellish garden. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"You just need to stop scratching your skin. Sooner or later, they will change to their original appearance. And look at how good your skin is now, as delicate as a newborn." He Shenyan raised a finger solemnly. "I bet a lot of women are willing to give everything to become like you."

"You're a bit discriminatory against women."

"You're wrong, I hate everyone equally. Old people, children, women, men, young people, black people, **** people, vegetarians..." He gushed out a long list of words, Even the authentic Texas red neck accent is used. Steve laughed helplessly.

"You know, if we were still in the United States, what you just said would be enough for them to slander you on social media like crazy."

"They dare not." He Shenyan shook his head.

"They don't know who you are, and the so-called 'correctionists' will do whatever it takes to hit anyone who doesn't obey them."

"Because I can really kill." He Shenyan said calmly. "They will only bully those good people. In the face of bad people like me who have no bottom line, they can only shrink their tails and beg me for mercy."

"...Seriously, Ho. If I don't know what you've been up to, I might actually think you're an evil person."

Steve shook his head, then grabbed his right hand again. Take down a chunk of skin again. He threw the skin into the trash can in the medical room and licked his lips: "...So, when will I be able to return to the battlefield?" Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!