The fire burst open, and the fragments of the ship were splashed apart by the blast wave and flew into the void, turning into a burning and sinking island in an instant.

The glow of the blazing fire reflected on the mechanical surface, and Tarasin stared with interest at the human naval battle,

"Are they deliberately letting you run?"

Behind Tarasin, Macado rested in his chair with his eyes closed.

The ship shook violently, and gravel fell from the ceiling,

"Otherwise,"

The white-haired young man said impatiently, "Are they really planning to use the Vengeful Spirit as its vessel for the burial of this stupid plan to lure the dog?" ”

Tarasin's head turned a hundred and eighty degrees, and his electronic eyes shone green,

"But Hades is indeed playing on the Vengeful Spirit right now, and I don't think he has any plans to leave for a while?"

"Not soon," Makado rubbed his brow wearily, "if I pull out that arrow, then the Black Domain will be anchored by its physical body again." ”

"I'm a little confused," Tarasin winked his fluorescent green eyes anthropomorphically, "they want you to draw your arrows?" ”

"No," Machado opened his eyes slightly, "they want me in Cadia to lure it away—back to the seal, to seal it again. ”

Tarasin stared at Machado, "But who's going to do it?" ”

Machado looked back at Tarasin and did not answer him directly, "Alpha told me that he was no different from me. ”

Tarasin jerked up the Mekhan's axe in his hand, the blade of the axe imitating the Martian Cult was shining with green,

Machado was staring at him calmly and continued,

"The Lord of Humanity once prophesied that a powerful psyker would be tinged with chaos in the Eye of Fear—we all thought it would be Magnus."

"Machado ......," Tarasin whispered, the axe reflecting half of Machado's face, "Are you loyal?" ”

"Loyalty," Makado waved his hand irritably, "but give me some time, I'm fighting them for the use of my soul." ”

Makado's gaze crossed Tarasin and stared out of the observation window with a frown, as if he knew something, and the old man shook his head,

“…… Let it be. ”

Without waiting for Tarracin to say anything, Makado closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

Tarasin was stunned for a moment, muttered a few words, and then turned around again, staring at the explosions of the human ships, on the glass, connecting them with his fingers.

The pearl-white horse galloped towards the star of no return.

Half an hour later, Makado was dragged and dragged aboard the shuttle to the next star.

In the deepest part of the cabin of the shuttle plane that took off in a hurry, the eyes of the white wolf were bright, and on the waist and sheepskin jacket, the green strings were swaying with the bumps.

The Great Khan will personally escort him to the finish line.

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The moss-green ships were like daggers, piercing a little from the group of warships that obscured the sky, and the self-detonating meteorite group shrouded the outside of the fleet group of the Death Guard, and continued to rush into the warlord's group with the thrust of the engines on it.

A series of explosions lit up, connecting into a river, lighting up the path of the Death Guard's suicidal charge, the head of the Fourth Knight held its head high, and the Death Knight on the skeletal horse raised his spear and forcibly tore a path.

In the meantime, there were many Death Guard ships hidden behind the meteorite that were attacked, and the ships that knew they could not keep up with the queue spontaneously left the team, and the side chord engines were full, rushing towards the group of ships that were overwhelming.

The six-thorn ring skeleton has no sorrow or joy.

Death tore flesh from the scythe, and the scythe danced out of the full moon, and the splatters of blood drew an arc.

The mouth under the gas mask moved, although silent, but the eyes full of disdain had already said what he wanted to say,

Motarian wanted to say, come again.

Blood spurted from Alpha's mouth, and the red blood under his feet had already turned into gray ashes, and the ashes were like moss, still spreading towards him.

Even though Alpha had ascended, Mortarian was still taller than him, and the tall and thin ghost stared down at him in front of him, and the scythe in his hand had already struck him again—

Mortarian flickered as he tilted his head, shrieking plasma brushed past his ears and disappeared into the distance of the corridor.

Motarian turned his head to see Omega hobbling along.

The corners of the pale lord's eyes were wrinkled, and Motarian was smiling, he stretched out a hand and took off his gas mask at will, and the corners of his mouth that had been eroded and cracked by the gas were full of smiles,

Motarian opened his mouth and whispered,

[It's coming out so soon? 】

In the dimly lit corridor, Motarian's amber eyes shimmered like burning golden eyes.

【Okay...... Motarian said in a little silence, and then he laughed again, he took a random step to the right, dodging the Alpha's blood spear, and then Mortarian raised his free hand, waved his mouth and shouted—

Omega tried in vain to shoot at him, screaming in despair, hoping to interrupt him, but Mortarian had already shouted,

[Hades! This way! Come here!! 】

Motarian's mad and evil laughter echoed through the corridor, but the next moment he shouted these words, the mist rolled, and Motarian instantly left behind the two who had just been entangled in the battle.

Omega slowly turned his head to see the darkness he had just shaken off surging up the corridor again.

[Motarian!! 】

The blood-red alpha roared angrily.

At the farthest point that the roar could reach, the white mist tumbled, gathered again, condensed into a human form, and the next moment, the giant scythe poked out, slashed, turned, hooked, swept, and the head fell to the ground. Motarian made his way through the corridors of the Vengeful Spirit, hurrying towards the location that Luojia had last told him.

Motarian felt death, and within the Eye of Fear, billions of deaths, including the deaths of the Warlord's army and the deaths of the Death Guards.

He reaped the life, feeling the countdown above everyone's heads.

Hades was devouring the ship, and from the stern onwards, Motarian estimated that the stern of the Vengeful Spirit should be completely dead by now.

The gods used some tricks to slow Hades down, Motarian thought.

The Pale Lord raised his hand, and the white mist shook, and the soldiers and demons who were densely blocking him wailed and fell to death.

And now, speed is everything.

Motarian had to do something very simple, kill Lupecar Horus with Hades on the Spirit of Vengeance before Machado rescued Hades and returned to the throne of the Black Domain.

Macardo said to let him hold it off and wait for the rescue that followed?

A mocking smile flashed in Motarian's dead eyes, and his scythe opened and closed widely, centering on the original body, and within a radius of five meters, a viscous rain of blood fell.

Is the Death Guard such a conservative presence in Terra's eyes?

Yes, Motarian's eyes dimmed for a moment, he was too conservative, acting as if he cared about life.

Strictly speaking, the fully Motarianized personal style of combat is the first battle of the original Return to the Death Guard Legion.

Battle of Galaspa.

With the fewest fighters, the highest casualties, tear through the thickest defenses, and directly behead the enemy Supreme Commander.

After the Battle of Galaspa, as a corps logistic, Hades righteously criticized such extreme acts.

But for Motarian now...... It's all too conservative!

If death can't change the flames of war!

Let's let - let it all be gone!

As long as he kills Horus in advance, they don't have to worry about retreating after Hades is rescued!

Motarian couldn't stop smiling, death filling him.

Yes, code!

(End of chapter)