"Your Excellency, we have secured our defenses, the loyal local planetary guards and the Lendinium Ash Legion have made contact with us, and now we are deploying a counterattack against the rebels and the Nurgle Zombies, among whom we have found traces of the Whisperer Traitor Legion. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info"The head of a Scout Non-commissioned Officer appeared on the communicator that Antak placed inside Dreadnought, the tall Divine Dreadnought imperceptibly tapped his metal body, and then crushed a Chaos Space Marine, still struggling with the blue-black armor in his hand.

"You'll also have to add the Midnight Lords, who are destroying the control and command systems of the mortal armies and having our warriors hunt them down, these scum hiding in the shadows don't deserve to be called the Legion." Dreadnought ordered, his voice processed, and from the metal coffin, a friction and low echo echoed "The company commander and the fleet should be prepared to deal with all this, go and carry out the order, non-commissioned officer, I have other issues to deal with here." ”

.“ Yes, Elder, Insight and Beyond! The scout sergeant shouted, and cut off the communication.

Seeing the current situation of the warband, Antak's heart that had awakened from a long sleep gradually became hot, he knew that he was technically a deceased in the past, living in a coffin, and doing his last duty for the warband and the emperor, but now the guardian shield was more powerful than when he fell asleep, and all thanks to the hard work and dedication of his descendants, the ancient legacy and spirit were preserved and carried forward, as the founder of the warband, what could be more proud?

But the Empire, Antak thought, was in an even more critical situation, with new threats, old enemies, and a backwater that remained unchanged from within...... Antak knew he shouldn't think too much, and he wouldn't mention it to anyone else, but in the coffin of intrepid spirit, he still couldn't help but apologize for worrying about it all, Antak's childhood in Neklomunda, the vague years thousands of years ago, was a man who liked to think and read, he was never just a warrior, in fact, not just a warband leader, a sense of duty, the responsibility to save humanity from the crisis among the stars, always burning in Antak's heart.

But Antak knew that he had limits, even for the Great Ancestor, the Genogen Dorn, and even the Emperor himself...... The salvation of the Empire must not depend on just one or two miracles, it requires the unity of all human people, putting aside prejudices, and facing all dangers together.

Dark Relic ...... Antak thought about this unfamiliar term, he didn't know much about the ancients of these dark ages, but Antak subconsciously became interested in them, this may be an opportunity, but it is necessary to be vigilant and prepared, on top of this, it is necessary to collect information first, which is the first step of analysis.

Antak thought that this was not what he should do, but it was a long-standing habit of Antak to prepare for a rainy day, and for the sake of the warband and the empire, he must cherish his opportunity to wake up this time, and not rest so simply.

While dreadnoughts don't normally get involved in warbands, as far as Antak knows, such things aren't without precedent in the Salamanders, Iron Hands, and Space Wolves, not to mention that he's not the kind of person who likes to dictate to his juniors.

He just wanted to do his last bit for the warband, just as he had done for thousands of years.

And now, he still has a battle to win, and going directly to the center of the enemy group is an extremely dangerous act even for the tactical team of Astarte monks, but Antak is no longer an ordinary Astarte monk, he is fearless, and fearless, destined to turn the tide of battle.

Antak activated the multi-tube hot melt on his left arm, burning a Midnight Lord to ashes.

"Death, traitors!" Antak let out a roar of rage, his battle cry amplified by a megaphone, echoing like an angry and holy symphony beneath the dark skies of the hive, the traitors hiding in the shadows did not dare to confront the holy ancient, their evil power and armor, combined with their tactics to tear apart the fears of mortals, meant nothing to Antak.

The Hurricane Burst Array loaded under the Power Fist roared, and the whirlwind missiles on the back of the Holy Dreadnought swept away, blasting the surrounding terrain to pieces, whether it was the mortal cultists, the filthy Nurgle zombies, the driven subspace demons, or the Chaos Space Marines who betrayed the Empire, all dared not face the great emperor's wrath. Around Antak, a dozen Shield Guardian Space Marines are leading hundreds of Imperial Defenders to intercept the forces of Chaos.

All the best.

Until several crimson mechs stepped onto this blazing gladiatorial arena.

"Hellmon!" One of the warriors guarding the shield shouted, and as he lifted the missile launcher on his back and fired an armor-piercing projectile that exploded into the front armor of the Hellbeast, the first of which fell to its knees, and the second one that followed it mercilessly pierced through the flesh and blood womb of the former's chest, leaving a mess of flesh and steel stumps, and kicked it to the side.

The fanatical cultists fell to their knees and worshipped these evil mechanical creations, even as the steel behemoths ran over them or dismantled them to pieces.

Then, the Hellbeasts saw Antak, their hateful minds burning even more horribly after witnessing the noble Divine Dreadnought golden Gothic armor and countless sacred ornaments, and then, in a burst of inhuman shouts, the four Hellbeasts tore through the crowd in front of them and pounced on Antak.

Four against one, that's fair. Antak thought so.

"Stand back, they'll give it to me!" Antak shouted to the Space Marines and mortal soldiers of the Imperial Guard around him, then stepped out of his mechanical legs, bowed slightly, and pounced.

The Hellbeasts rained their fire blindly, but they had clearly lost their basic judgment, and the Infernal Automaton and Laser Cannons grazed Antak's fuselage and shot backwards, and the Whirlwind Missile on Antak's back just fired a new round, and a violent explosion caused the Adamantite Warhead to tear open the first Hellbeast, and the High Concentration Explosives then blew it to pieces.

Taking advantage of the cover of the explosion, Antak rushed into the range of multiple tubes of hot melt, counting the thick hot melt beam twisted into a blue pillar of fire through the chest of the second Hellbeast, and then, Antak entered the range of melee combat, and was wrapped in the material decomposition force field of the power fist that had been blessed countless times and bombarded the half-burned chest of the second Hellbeast and directly pierced it, and then, as soon as Antak shook his iron fist, fearlessly faithfully reflected Antak's will, crushed the entire chest of the Hellbeast, and then directly took it out, Antak stepped on it, completely cutting it off from all life.

At that moment, a third Hellbeast swung its power claws and swooped down.

Antak raised his power fist and slammed it on the claw, the power of the engine collided with each other, and the two mechs, one noble and the other ugly, began to wrestle with each other.

The Hellbeast roared, continuing to pull its claws out of Antak's iron fist as it bombarded Antak's metal body with the automatic cannon in its other hand. Evil bullets can tear through mortal flesh, even Astarte's power armor, but in the face of the divine dreadnought's hard and thick blessed armor, it can only splash sparks.

"It's my turn." Antak said this, and at the same time raised the multi-tube hot melt in his hand, different from the automatic cannon for harvesting infantry units in pieces, specially assembled for the destruction of heavy armored units, his scorching fusion impact, almost zero distance on the chest of the hellbeast, the flesh and blood womb of the hellbeast was instantly evaporated, along with the pilot in it turned into flying ashes.

At this moment, the body of the last hellbeast was revealed.

Antak let out a war cry, suddenly increasing his horsepower, and the engine roared, and then slammed the previous dreadnought into the destroyed cockpit of the previous one against the hellbeast behind it, which still hadn't reacted, and now, multiple tubes of hot melt were pressed against the last hellbeast through the corpse of its previous victim.

"Go to hell, traitor."

Antak showed no mercy, and several hot melts tore apart two stacked hellbeasts, the latter of which burned and evaporated before he realized what had happened, until it was finally melted into a pool of bubbling molten metal.

"Now, the emperor's will has arrived! For the emperor! "Antak's battle cry rang out, and the cultists and Chaos Space Marines began to retreat, but the holy and fearless body still shone with golden light after the fierce battle, this is the Emperor's Fury! The Hellbeasts that fell at Antak's feet were a perfect illustration of this moment of triumph.

The traitors know what a tragic fate they are about to face.

The Hurricane Bomb Array roared, tearing flesh to pieces, and behind Antak, Space Marines and Imperial Guards swept away the retreating enemy. Lasers, blast arrows, flames, and plasma cleanse the corrupted of chaos.

But Antak had no mercy.

Humanity will never give in, and empires will never have mercy.