Chapter 709 Malicious premise

   Duanmu Huai rushed forward again.

  The furious world-seekers rushed towards him. They witnessed how their Primarch was humiliated and killed by the other party, but they didn't just back down, nor were they afraid. Their hearts are burning with rage, they are fearless, all they expect is revenge and destruction!

   However, in the face of absolute power, their determination is meaningless.

"boom!"

Duan Muhuai slammed into the body of the Shifu who stood in front of him, even though the latter was holding the bolt gun against his chest, bullets roared and fired from the bolt gun, hitting Duanmu Huai's chest on the armor, then bounced aside. But Duanmuhuai took advantage of the situation to knock him away, and then smashed it down with a hammer——the roaring hammer smashed his head, and directly smashed the world in half from the middle.

That's right, smash, that war hammer looks sharper than the sharpest power sword at the moment, it smashed the world's head, spine, sternum, two hearts, and then went all the way down, smashing him into pieces Two halves of a mangled body.

  Another slayer rushed up, swung his sword at Duanmuhuai, and slashed at his neck. However, his sharp blade stopped suddenly in the air. Augis stretched out her hand, and the invisible silk thread was wrapped around the power sword, forcibly preventing the Wrapper from moving further. After that, Lorena strode forward and jumped up. , raised the holy scripture in his hand high, and smashed it head-on at the wretch.

Marius led the 1st company forward, and the demons they encountered were so ferocious that they were completely unexpected, but they continued to fight, bolters raised and chainsaws in their hands. Sword, to wipe out all the enemies who dare to stand in front of them.

  Duanmu Huai rushed to the front of the devil's brain, which let out a horrifying scream, and the fierce voice turned into piercing sound waves and exploded, causing a headache.

  However, this is of no use to Duanmuhuai, he is the **** of destruction, the **** of destruction, and to him, what the monster in front of him is doing is nothing more than a dying struggle of a mouse trapped in a corner.

   "Die——!"

  The warhammer in Duanmuhuai's hand swung forward and smashed directly into the depths of the huge brain. The black flames burst out suddenly, completely devouring this terrifying demon from the inside out.

  The brain exploded and turned into indistinct pieces of meat and plasma. The ear-piercing screams stopped abruptly. Duanmuhuai stopped, retracted the warhammer, and turned his head to see that there was nothing left except the corpse.

"finished?"

   Marius came forward covered in blood and asked, while Duanmu Huai laughed.

"The end? Company Commander, you think too much, this is the beginning. I told you, this is the domain of Tyrannical Fury, every battle we do here, every kill, will increase its power, this is a There is no solution, as long as we continue to fight here, those warp demons will appear again. And the more warp demons we kill, the stronger the power of the evil **** will be."

   "It's just unimaginable."

   Marius frowned.

   "So, what can we do now?"

   "Get out of here, and then completely destroy this battleship."

   Duanmu Huai turned around.

   "You've seen what you want, and unless you want to catch a demon, I suggest we'd better get out of here. Reporting to Guilliman comes first, isn't it?"

   "As you said."

Marius glanced at the bridge again. Everything here has become dilapidated. Even the Thinker terminal and control system were destroyed in the previous battle. It is impossible to control this battleship again. .

   "Let's get out of here."

  【Timing: -62.48.32】

   Watching Marius' report, Guilliman remained silent. He just looked at the image in front of him over and over again. It was the image inside the Campanile recorded by Marius and other Ultramarines. A **** world of destruction and death, twisted and mutated Astartes, and vicious monsters.

   "So, this is what you see."

  Guilliman looked at Marius, who nodded.

   "Yes, my lord, this is what I saw and what I experienced."

"So, it's all true, they betrayed us, they betrayed the Emperor, they allied themselves with some kind of warp being... or daemons, they made peace with the unholy powers of the warp, and forged some kind of evil contract, and twisted into existence beyond our comprehension."

   Guilliman sighed.

"To be honest, I don't know how to fight them. I know how to fight most things. I can even figure out how to fight the warriors of the Legion Astartes. Although this idea is quite heretical. But demons? In my opinion Come, after the Council of Nikaea, we have voluntarily abolished the only weapon in our hands capable of contending with the Warp, and we now need the Librarians badly. After all, we don't even know how to face those monsters now."

"snort."

  Hearing this, Duanmu Huai snorted coldly. The Nikaia Conference was a meeting held by the Emperor at the end of the Great Crusade, and its main topic was the use of psykers in the legion. Eventually the Emperor issued a decree later known as the "Nikea Edict", stipulating that the Astartes Legion shall not use any psykers except Navigators and Astropaths, and disbanded the Librarian Department, and the Primarch Restrain yourself from using any psychic powers you have.

   It is simply the best portrayal of giving up food because of choking.

   What's even more ridiculous is that the emperor banned the think tank and psionic energy, and then went to use the technology of the Eldar to build a psionic network.

  The real version only needs officers and soldiers to set fires and not allow people to light lamps. The double standard is disgusting, and he himself uses psionic powers unscrupulously, as if "no one knows the warp better than me, so you all have to listen to me".

  Both stupid and imbecile.

   Guilliman continued.

"We should request to restore the establishment of the think tank. If there is a chance, I am afraid it is too late and there is no way. But if we can survive, then we must overturn the amnesty. As for now, we can temporarily use the name of military recruitment. Let those think tanks gather again..."

   Having said this, Guilliman paused.

"It was as if, someone had expected that Nikaea would leave us unarmed, as if our enemies knew what was going to happen and had orchestrated events so that we would voluntarily abandon our only practical weapon."

  The question is, who is this person?

  Well, Duanmuhuai voted for the emperor.

  He never liked this LYB, not at all.

   "Then my lord, how should we face the Seventeenth Legion?"

   Someone asked.

   "Can't we take the initiative and take them down?"

"cannot."

  Guilliman shook his head.

   "We do have evidence and witnesses, but we cannot startle the enemy. Moreover, I believe that most of the Astartes will not understand our orders, and perhaps we will only bring confusion to them by forcing them to order."

Indeed, the Thirteenth Legion is the most normal to a certain extent. They are not like Leman Russ' space huskies who dare to bite anyone, nor are they as foolish and loyal as the Sons of Horus, and they are not as possessive as the Word Bearers. Such fanatical beliefs, as well as rigid and masochistic tendencies like the Imperial Fist.

   So if they were ordered to attack their fellow men without reason, such orders would definitely cause unimaginable confusion and confusion to the Ultramarines.

   "There is still time."

  Guilliman was silent for a moment.

"Theoretically, we can use the transfer of military establishments as an excuse to move their troops and soldiers to other places that will not pose a threat to us for the time being. At the same time, we must maintain a high degree of vigilance. Once they open fire on us, we will Fight back. In any case, we cannot do nothing and watch Calth and Ultramara be destroyed by them."

   Saying this, Guilliman looked to his Chapter Master.

   "You need to be responsible for organizing all this so that it looks like a normal military transfer. Don't let our brothers grab any handles and politely but firmly demand that they must obey orders."

   "What happens if they don't choose to fight back?"

   Just then, someone asked again.

   "They'll fight back."

  Guilliman's expression flashed with grief.

"If Horus, Lorgar, really betrayed the Empire, they would attack anyway. For them, just need a reason, an excuse, whatever. They won't know that we already know their secret, and we don't have much time left."

   "Or, I can get them to speed up."

   At this moment, Duanmuhuai stepped in and spoke, and everyone also looked at them.

   "Acceleration?"

"That's right, the Tribunal fleet can appear in Calus. I believe that when those **** who believe in evil gods see the Tribunal's fleet, they will definitely choose to jump over the wall—since that **** Erebus is also here, then They must still remember the battle against the Sixty-second Expeditionary Fleet in the Inquisition of Isstvan, and our presence will make them panic, and they will probably act in advance."

   "Theoretical possibility."

  Guilliman paused, then nodded.

   "I understand, then I'll leave it to you, Grand Inquisitor."

   "Leave it to me at ease."

   Duanmuhuai smiled coldly.

   "This time, I guarantee that the old boy Erebus will never escape."

  He wanted to beat this **** up a long time ago.

  Duanmuhuai even began to imagine how beautiful the mournful cry would be when his Thunder Hammer smashed into that hideous face of Erebus—it would definitely be a very pleasing scene.

  (end of this chapter)