[Dead !! 】

The flames burst into flames, and the scarlet blood father arced, and the blood splattered with the swing of the axe, and a few red lines appeared on the side of Angelon's face.

The scarlet monster's head spins.

Angron gasped, the tomahawk in his hand roaring with the sound of his breathing.

At this moment, he was standing in a space like purgatory.

Blazing flames erupted from the junctions of every building, accompanied by billowing smoke, and the blood flowing from the ground scorched with a fishy smell.

The freshly severed head was deliberately placed at the hatch, the eyes still not closed, and the blood smeared on the walls with the blasphemous eight rings.

In a very short period of time, it became a place that could be described as "hell".

Angelon hesitated to hear Killiman's footsteps behind him.

The Lord of the Red Veil took a deep breath of the air here, the scorching gas accompanied by the stench of blood scorching his trachea.

【Heh,】

Angelon chuckled,

Without hesitation, he walked towards the hatch, and the Lord of the Red Sand held out his hand, the blood of his enemies on his hands.

The giant hand slapped against the wall, and the blood directly smeared and confused the blasphemous eight rings,

[It's not strong enough, it's not exciting last time.] 】

Killiman looked at Angron, who had sunk into the darkness with his front half of his body, and his tone was free and easy with understatement.

But what the Lord of Macurag couldn't see was Angron's face distorted by pain in the darkness.

Karn, with another World Eater, shook off the minced flesh from the chainsaw axe and followed Angelon aboard the ship without hesitation.

From the darkness came the whispers of Angron,

【…… Killiman, you still have a choice. 】

Robert Killiman clenched Akagi's short sword, and he also took a deep breath, and the smell of fish mixed with the strange smell of the wind blew,

Now he knew that the peculiar aura was the foul stench emitted when using psionic energy.

Killiman laughed, and without a word, he followed Angron into the foul-smelling purgatory.

If this is the truth that humanity will face after the torch is extinguished, then Killiman chooses to face it head-on.

He is the Lord of Maculag, the Primordial, the Captain of the Empire's largest legion, the Ultramarines, and Robert Killiman.

He has great strength and a strong will to face it all.

What's more,

He could not tolerate leaving Angelon alone on the battlefield.

Hearing Killiman's footsteps coming closely, Angelon laughed and roared,

【Good!】 Then let's go! 】

He raised his axe.

It was Killiman's choice, and Angelon was never a tactful.

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Another nightmare.

But the World Eater never fears!

Roque roared and knocked the Ultramarines in front of him out of the way, slamming the bastard against the wall with his shoulder armor, and then stabbing the guy in the abdomen with his sword.

The sound of the armor shattering rang out, and Roque held his breath as the sword pierced deep into the enemy's organs in his hand.

Then he unloaded his strength and took a step back, the blade of his sword drawn, and blood and shards of internal organs immediately gushed out, smearing his white helmet bright red.

[Traitor! 】

Roque raised his sword and was about to cut off the head of an Ultramarine, but in an instant he stopped, drew his gun instead, and exploded the head cleanly.

The voice of a plea for support rang out in the communication channel, and without hesitation, Roque began to run in that direction.

That's where the World Eater Arena is located.

Roque certainly knew what he was going to face there, but he had long since ceased to be afraid!

"In the name of Anglon! For the emperor! ”

Roque shouted, and he rushed to the Colosseum.

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Robert Killiman's eyes were red with blood.

In a scarlet, muscular demon army, the blue giant is like a true killing god, and each swing of Akagi's short sword takes away the most blood and life.

Killeman lowered his dagger, his aristocratic face furrowed, and Angron felt the surging rage,

【…… Such a blasphemous existence. 】

Killyman spoke hoarsely, and even Robert Killyman read the intolerable madness and wickedness in these specially placed decorations.

The two primitives, a small team of their guards, were hurrying down the corridor, blood smeared on the ground, making it look like a slaughterhouse.

Angron smelled the smoke of gunpowder after the explosion, and as they walked forward, they saw that some key parts of the World Eater warship had been blown up, deliberately, and delicately.

The Lord of the Red Sand remembered the unprovoked hatred for the Ultramarines that had come from his son......

Angron gritted his teeth, still believing in Killiman—but ...... What the hell is going on with all those other feelings?

[Be careful, don't get too angry. 】

Angron reminded him that he felt the pull of the soul from the offspring—it was the gladiatorial arena!

Before the fork in the road, Angelon turned sharply and ran in the direction of the gladiatorial arena without hesitation.

Killiman followed behind Angelon, but the Lord of Makulag subconsciously glanced in the opposite direction before turning the corner.

With the keen vision of the original body, Killiman saw that in the darkness at the very end of the corridor,

An Ultramariner is holding the corpse of the World Eater crew in his hand, meticulously smearing something on the wall with blood.

[Hey?! 】

Killiman immediately erupted in unimaginable rage,

There was a buzz in his brain, which warrior of which warband? What is he doing?!

There is a traitor among the Ultramarines?!

[What are you doing?! 】

The Primordial roar reached the other end in an instant, and the Ultramarine, seemingly unsurprised by the encounter with the Primordial, immediately descended into deeper darkness.

Killiman felt all the hot blood in his body flowing backwards towards his brain, but he felt cold and terrible at the moment.

In a blink of an eye, Killyman pondered countless possibilities.

And these countless possibilities pushed him to that only decision.

After the extreme cold, Killiman felt the anger burning—

For his own failure to discover all this, for the depravity of his heirs, for the difficulty of accepting reality.

Without hesitation, Killiman scurried in the opposite direction to Angron, the Ultramarine.

[Sorry! Angron!! 】

It was like an apology for his reckless choices, and it was like an apology for what the Ultramarines had done.

The original body is not clear at the moment, and it is specially mixed in various legions, and it is known for its spies and sleepers, the Alpha Legion.

At the same time, Robert Killiman does not have the ability to identify the alpha in the offspring.

In another tributary of fate, Killiman once spoke to several Ultramarines in alpha disguise, and the Lord of Maculag failed to confirm the identity of the other side before they opened fire.

Anglon could not give up his heir in the gladiatorial arena, and Robert Killeman would never give up the opportunity to find out what that Ultramariner was all about.

And so far, none of them have faced a tough enough enemy in the World Eater's ships.

So, they separated.

All right!

Push the book, in the name of the ashes of the old friend, the author has recovered 4,000 per day, and the book will be finished soon, and the number of words is also a lot, and the amount is full.

(End of chapter)