The Knights of Le Fay, a special Terminator unit attached to the Legion of the Daybreaker.

It's their name, it's their meaning, it's their pride.

The original body institute personally created the framework, the original body personally selected personnel, the original body personally formed a queue, the original body personally gave the name and equipment, and finally, the original body personally approved the order, and entered the battlefield.

Unless it is a direct verbal order from the Lord of Avalon, no one has the power to mobilize their power, they can defy the authority of the Legion Council, and they can defy any respected main company commander: they are another pro-army of the Mother of Genes, a hammer to smash the desperate situation for the Legion, and they will only appear on the most important battlefields, and they will not hesitate to go to the front where courage and consciousness are most needed.

It is said that this duty originally belonged to the old guards who were above the top, but they regarded the safety of the original body as the whole meaning of life, and had to regret cutting back the number of times they could take honor from the war, and the appearance of the Knights of Lefey was to fill the void created by the elite Terminators, and they proved that they were fully worthy of this expectation.

As a result, the second pro-army who could not protect the original body instead gained more honor and victory, and instead killed more people from the battlefield in the name of the mother of genes, and the result of this bloody blood was much more glorious and determined than blindly guarding the original body: at least, every proud Lefey knight thought so.

He's certainly no exception.

Char curled the corners of her mouth.

The majestic figure of the old soldier of Terra was like a death giant walking on the battlefield, attracting countless hostilities aimed at him, fire and fury were launched like a storm, eager to take his blood, but these weak killing methods could not even break through the constantly flickering energy shield in front of him, and could only ripple like raindrops on the dead pool.

Only the destruction and blast waves fired from the large-caliber cannons were able to temporarily penetrate the protection of the energy shield, leaving a few white marks on the specially modified Terminator armor, but they couldn't even scratch the vermilion belt armor that protected the thighs and elbow joints, let alone the large, multi-layered silver-white shoulder armor.

As for the more powerful potential threats, they will not even be allowed to happen: the Twin Disintegrating Destroyers in Char's left hand was a sacred relic given to him by the Lord of Mankind himself, a weapon that could only be possessed by the forbidden forces of Terra, but Char received this unique honor as the first warrior to climb the walls during the Third Siege of Antioch in the War of Unification.

And the Seiko Power Greatsword he holds in his other hand is also an ancient relic left behind from Terra: as the Second Legion established immediately after the First Legion, Morgan's descendants have never lacked history, nor have they lacked the heavy precipitation of [Relic Weapon], which can best symbolize the ancient history of the Legion.

"Concentrate on, Char, you're really too far ahead, pay attention to maintaining the formation: our mission at this stage is over, and the next thing we need to do is to wait for those follow-up troops to follow: they are almost there."

"I know, Connery, I know our mission: have you seen those Inner Ring Knights of the First Legion? Aren't they supposed to be on the same side as us? ”

"Who knows where they are: those dark angels, they're not mavericks and self-determined for a day or two, these guys were like that two hundred years ago, and they don't change."

"I see them."

A third voice interjected.

"While we were annihilating the enemy's armored clusters to shorten the line, the Inner Ring Knights handed over their battle line to us, and they were responsible for continuing the assault, and by now, we should have been left some distance away from the large forces that followed: the typical six-wing style, doing everything alone."

"Really, they're all iron riders, why are they so fast."

"The First Legion, the things you take are always the best, and the battles you fight are the most ruthless, otherwise how can you call it Big Brother, and it's not the hairless butts of the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf."

At Char's side, Connery's voice rang out as he adjusted his sighting system and the sound of the Whirlwind Missile Launcher: this idea originated from the Ultramarines' Grayridge Terminator Troop, and it was one of the countless gifts that the Lord of Avalon brought back when he visited Otlama.

The Radiant Spine Terminator is said to be the product of Killiman's imitation of the Iron Warriors' tyrant siegers: this back-and-forth view is confirmed by the sons of Perturabo who temporarily reside in the Dawnbreaker Legion, whose words are filled with disdain for the poor mimetic skills of a certain Lord of Otlama.

However, the Whirlwind Missile Launcher belonging to the Le Fay Knights has undergone another major makeover: the Flame Blood Sect from Reza has unleashed its creativity on this siege weapon, successfully stuffing an excess of lethal isolation bullets into the arsenal of weapons of the Le Fay Knights, making them in fact extremely efficient fortress scourges.

Of course, in addition to the fortress, other behemoths that walk on the battlefield will also become the glorious trophies of the Le Fay knights: in the lands where the vanguard of the Dawnbreaker walked, hundreds of war engines and self-propelled guns lost their vitality to continue their madness, their broken corpses were discarded on both sides of the battlefield, and more than them were countless heads and rotten flesh, and tens of thousands of mutated deformed bodies were mercilessly crushed by the blades of the Empire. The blood and acidic bile of the mountains and seas were enough to drown the trail of the sky, but they could not take the precious life of any of the Le Fay knights.

And farther away, at the end of the field of vision, the sky-high black and red torches stained every inch of the sky, like the heirs of Syrtel who had fallen on the battlefield, each of which symbolized the power and glory of the past. Symbolizing the great families of the human empire who made alliances and followed the legions to conquer the galaxy, these knights, who had been deceived and betrayed, had long since lost their lives and even souls, and the war behemoths they were proud of were nothing more than walking corpses fueled by calculation, inertia, and dark memories.

Ending their suffering was a difficult task for the Le Fay knights, but after patiently waiting for reinforcements to arrive, they did not shed unnecessary blood for it.

"Do you feel that the opponents we are facing are quietly changing: a day ago, an hour ago, and then compared to now, whether it is quantity, quality, timing, or even disgusting, it is going up in a step-by-step manner."

"What, does this scare you?"

Char responded to his battle brother with a malicious sneer, but there was not much playful lightness on his countenance: with another stream of corrosive blood dripping on the sand at his feet, Knight Lefey only felt that the deadly weapon in his left hand had become hot, and the Terra Greatsword had drunk too much blood, becoming slimy and slightly sluggish.

It had been a long time since he had experienced such a long and disgusting battle, as his fighting brother had said: with them was approaching a wave of war that was becoming more and more frenzied, and a few hours before they might have been able to take a break and complete a rotation with the troops in the rear, and now, they did not even dare to adjust their line easily, because any negligence would cause the tide in front of them to tear through the strangulation net carefully arranged by the Astartes in an instant.

Even with the well-informed knowledge of the Terra veterans, these new enemies are absolutely indescribable: the enemies of the previous era, though mutated beasts and aliens, at least had a stable form and could be classified as some kind of pathetic surgical creation, and now they are facing neither aliens, nor artificial beasts, nor humans, but monsters of grotesque parts, the Franckstein of Satan's mind.

And the most frightening thing is this: as the tip of the fortress began to emerge on the horizon, more and more of the monsters that came to intercept them took on the appearance and even the body of Astarte: the familiar faces hung from the boneless neck, the iron-gray or dark blue eyes symbolizing the Eleventh Legion peeking out of the holes covered with spikes and tentacles, and the mouths that had once shouted the Empire and the war cry were now screaming madly.

They seem to be some kind of future, they seem to be what Astarte is destined to be: no body, no individual, no soul and no will to call the self, only tools to be used to the maximum, only freedom to be transformed and driven at will.

When the monsters appeared before their eyes, they all seemed to hear an irresistible voice, whispering it all in their heads: and the whispers were often torn to shreds by even more poignant roars.

The number of enemies is endless, and they can come out from under your feet at any time, and this war is unlike anything Char has ever experienced, because there is no concept of occupation: the Empire's army is constantly surrounded by enemies, with no rear and no safe area, and only the shouts of comrades are the only place to be at ease.

And most of the time, this cry is just a roar triggered by the arrival of the enemy.

The most terrifying and insidious monsters can always take advantage of the non-stop artillery fire to close in on the Le Fay knights, and whenever this happens, the Terra Greatsword will play its due role, and it is also at this time that Char will regret a little that he did not choose the chainsaw hammer in his pre-battle preparations.

It took a moment for Knight Lefey to decide whether or not to activate his plasma projection gauntlet, but the hostility that surged from under his feet interrupted his thoughts: Char turned slightly sideways, took a step back, and the great sword in his hand fell almost simultaneously, slashing the head that could not wait to stick out of the ground to the ground, followed by another sword, used to insure the monster's death.

As he did this, he heard the shrill hissing sound of a kettle being boiled, coming from about fifty meters in front of him, like a reclusive monster breaking through the cave that bound it: So, the Knight of Le Fay raised the [Twin Disintegration Destroyer] in his hand, without the slightest hesitation, without even glancing in that direction, his instinct had already deduced the general outline and vital point of the monster by just the distance of his footsteps and breathing, and then he pulled the trigger.

The terrifying weapons of the Age of Strife emit a deadly beam of energy that pierces through the noisy battlefield: then, no roars, no whispers, no screams of despair before death, and it's all over.

After all, this cherished disintegration weapon will only cause literal [disintegration] to any of its prey, and the only proof that this hit guy has ever existed is just a little bit of light and shadow before it completely dissipates after disintegration.

Char didn't bother to watch the death of this prey, he had already killed thousands of enemies in this world, and if he needed to watch every single one, then until the end of the world, he would not be able to complete the task given to him by the Mother of Genes: as the blades of the legion, the Le Fay Knights are all veterans who have served for more than two hundred years, and they rely on their physical instincts to fight against mental strength, and these invisible elements are even more trustworthy than their pupils themselves.

Farther away, a frenzied roar called to Morgan's heirs, and Char tightened his grip on his weapon and glanced one last of his eyes at his colleagues behind him who had adjusted the Whirlwind missile launchers: there was no talk, no gestures, everyone knew what they needed to do now.

The first wave was consumed by a succession of firearms in the palm of his hand, followed by a battlefield of swords, power weapons, and sledgehammers: it took Char less than a second to kill his first opponent, a Roshan three times his height, topped with the hideous head of an orc, but with body parts more like some kind of arthropod.

The next second.

While one of the two heads of the tarantula was cut off, the other was still spewing an unknown toxin, burning a small hole in the arm armor of the Iron Rider Terminator without hurting his skin.

Another second.

The monster with a strange resemblance to the jackal used its full mouth of sharp teeth to triumphantly jam the gun in Char's hand, and the Lefy knight did not entangle with it much, but overloaded his energy shield, pulled the trigger, and witnessed a grand decomposition performance up close.

One more second.

In a brief heartbeat, a wave of sinful flesh was like a clip from a horror movie, drowning all the knights standing in the first array, until these Morgan's heirs drew their blades and shimmered silver, reaping the lives of batch after batch of wretched people.

The second was spent in the midst of exquisite slaughter and perfect redemption, some bleeding, some retreating, some silently swallowing the sweat dripping from their foreheads, but still no one died.

There won't be a second.

The heartbeat went through a brief cycle, and they also completed a successful mission: without cheers and rejoicing, the Le Fay knights at the front cautiously retreated back to their formation, and the endless tide of beasts followed their footsteps, biting their shadows, and they were greeted by another way of slaughter: dozens of whirlwind missile launchers originally used to break through the walls and destroy the fortress were ready, accompanied by the common battle cry in their hearts, Waves of plasma swept across the battlefield like a raging storm.

At the last second, the battle ended.

Char wanted to say this, but the scene in front of him was still a little tortuous: the frenzied plasma wave did not kill all the opponents, and although the deformed flesh tide turned into a puddle of flesh and blood, they were still wriggling, reorganizing, trying to transform into a more deadly existence, a more worthy opponent.

It's just that the knights of Lefey are here to slaughter, not to challenge.

So, the line dispersed slightly, and the battle brothers who had been in the third column stepped forward, the three men at the front, holding their Hellfire spears aloft, while the rest were also holding the same ultra-high temperature and long-range flamethrower weapons, and the red tongue of the god of anvils was released in their silent roar, enough to melt all the flames to draw a brief break to this battle.

"These flames will not be extinguished until the end of this war: remind the follow-up troops, bypass here, and besides, I think we need to find a new route of march."

"I'm doing it."

"You don't look like you're in shape, what's wrong?"

"For the time being, my Le Fay crown has not been warned, and my mind is still clear, but I have a very bad premonition: not so much about these enemies in front of me, but behind us, I always feel a dangerous aura attacking behind us."

"Me too: but trust the fighting brothers behind us."

“……”

Char didn't respond to this, he just was silent, and touched the unadorned crown on his head: this [Lefey Crown] and the specially modified Iron Knight-type Terminator Armor are the standard equipment of every Lefey Knight, and its own value is more valuable than all the relic-level weapons on the body of these battlefield slaughterers.

There is no other reason: because every Lefey crown is created by the genetic prototype of the Dawnbreaker, and even the title of Lefey Knight comes from this crown, and its role is also very simple and direct, it is precisely because of the protection of the Lefey crown that the Lefey knights can ignore the powerful mind control position that haunts every corner of the Dead Star and walk on the edge of war.

Char didn't know what kind of methods the Inner Ring Knights who were more advanced than them used to avoid being encroached upon by the mind-controlling position, but presumably, it should not be as good as the crown on their heads.

Thinking of this, a trace of pride crossed the heart of the knight of Lefey, but before this pride dissipated itself, the dull message from the fighting brothers shattered the only remaining gap after the battle.

"All of them."

So from Gloss: the chief generally recognized by the Le Fay knights, his whispers came to the ears of every son of Morgan, accompanied by the teleportation system and the wind.

"I think our break is coming to an end, guys: the brother troops in the rear have just received a communication that they have been attacked by an unknown force, or rather an indiscriminate attack, which, according to the think tanks, seems to be called ...... Demon? ”

"Demons?"

Dozens of confused voices rang out at the same time in the communication.

"Demons? The last time I heard this name was during the Moranson War, when the Sacrifice King we defeated in the Nordic region said he would summon demons from the subspace to kill us. ”

"I also remember, the Red Blood Battle, the first time the entire Thunder Warrior Legion was deployed, who can forget their strength, but shouldn't this be a rumor?"

"I don't know if it's a rumor, and I don't know if it has anything to do with the priest-king who has been dead for more than two hundred years."

Glos interrupted his subordinates forcefully, and he stood on a high place, looking worriedly behind them: there was billowing smoke and the roar of war, and then he looked back at them: the scene was strikingly similar.

"The current situation is that there is an army of demons behind our battle line, indiscriminately attacking us and the enemy, although their main target is our enemy, but for a while, we will not be able to help."

"So what? We don't have to need their help, do we? ”

"A few minutes ago, I thought so, too."

The seriousness of Gross's words made every knight frown instinctively.

"But just now, the Knights of the Inner Ring who walked ahead of us sent us a warning: they are withdrawing in our direction, and you know how terrible it can be to get those dark angels to evacuate."

"What is it?"

"Titans: Or rather, something like a Titan, fueled by flesh and blood, with one of the largest flesh legions we've ever predicted."

"Very good, an army of flesh and blood, and a Titan, warlord-level?"

"It's indeed a warlord......"

Glos took a deep breath.

"But not one."

"It's a bunch of ......"

“……”

“……”

"You won't forget how many Titans he signed a cooperation agreement with that damn bastard before he betrayed the Empire, right?"

"Do we need to retreat?"

"What are you kidding, the original body hasn't given the order to retreat yet, if we evacuate here without permission, what's the difference between us and the old guards? So, listen to you, we're going to hold on to this place for the time being, wait for the merging with the Inner Ring Knights, and then ......"

"Contact the second battle queue behind us and tell them that now, we need to use the big ones they've been watching: tell them to use the teleportation beacon given to us by the Mother of Genes, to target our location here, and fifty people to activate the teleportation beacon at the same time, which is enough to lift the big guys."

"Come here."

"The sooner the better."

(End of chapter)