Ionid Hill is slamming his fist into the head of a demon.

It is one of the accomplices summoned by the Bearers, and it is huge and fierce. As soon as it appeared, it launched an attack on the Ultramarines - and that was forty-five seconds ago.

Now, its body was filled with fist-sized holes, and it continued to erupt. The flesh was beaten and shattered, like fruit that had been violently broken, and the juice overflowed.

But it never died, and in order to hold his position, Hill made a dangerous decision twenty seconds ago. Three seconds earlier, he had successfully executed it.

At this moment, he was landing - falling vertically from the top of the five-meter-tall demon's head, and without hesitation, he fell face down into the ruins, rolling, hiding behind half a stone slab, all in one go.

After another two seconds, a loud bang erupted.

Hill got up and unhooked his gun from the magnetic buckle of his belt. Biometrics didn't stop him from removing his weapon, and the power armor was still running steadily, but his helmet was in tatters.

A group of Whisperers who had recently launched a surprise attack on them using subspace magic were the culprits. His mouth was now filled with the smell of dust floating in the air, a smell that had completely numbed Ciel's tongue and lips.

He raised his gun and opened fire indiscriminately on another group of so-called 'Wai Sayer auxiliaries'. There is no discipline or anything to speak of, only the deepest hatred.

The war had changed him, but Ionid Hill had adapted to this new kind of warfare, and even established a new one.

Kill all enemies, by any means, at any cost.

He ran out of bullets and killed them. Their blood began to brighten on the ground, and it was engraved on the skin, but the eight-pointed star mark that seeped into the flesh and even bone marrow began to flicker, and a black mist struck.

Hill knew that in a few seconds, another group of demons would rush out from within. He pulled out the sword at his waist, the weapon in the Primordial Arsenal had already been turned in by him, and although Killiman thought the sword should be kept as his reward, Ciel didn't want to use it.

It's a strange stubbornness, from a strange extreme warrior like him, but it seems very natural.

The power sword's disintegration stance was activated, and Ciel strode toward the unshaped black mist. Bombs whistled in, hitting the black fog, and someone was supporting him. Hill glanced in his direction toward five o'clock and saw a dozen misty scattered blues.

So he no longer hesitated, turned to run, and at the same time stabbed his sword into the black mist. With a scream, a demon that was still congealing flesh and form screamed and stabbed out of it—and the bomb struck immediately, shattering its head.

But this is only a drop in the ocean, and there are many more lifeless people pouring out of the black mist. At the same time, there was some kind of loud noise coming from the other end of the position.

Ciel swung his sword and fought these flying batwing demons as he took the time to observe the situation over there. He had expected it to be the explosion of some tank, but he didn't see any smoky crushing machinery, just a giant with a blazing glow in his eyes.

That's his original body, Robert Killman, and he's working with.

Hill saw the great shadow, and his heart stopped beating a beat until he heard Robert Killiman's calm proclamation.

"I'll kill you as many times as you reincarnate, wicked thing."

The Lord of the Thirteenth Legion coldly uttered his oath, and the dagger of Sincerity slammed into Lorja Aurelian's chest with ferocity.

The skin was pierced, but instead of blood, black gelatin, came out of it. A nonchalant smile appeared on the face of the Great Speaker.

"Do you really think you killed me, brother? In fact, you've never killed me, even the last time you cut off my head. You only briefly brought me back to the gods. How is Maculag doing now, my dear Robert Kiliman? Looks like I'm still winning. ”

Kiriman didn't reply, but anyone could tell he was furious by now.

The thunderous beat of drums rang out wildly from his chest, and the light in his eyes shone through Luo Jia's skin, and all the ghosts and spirits beneath him could not be hidden.

Luo Jia chuckled and waved the scepter in her hand, and the power of the fury was inconspicuously revealed, albeit only for a moment, but it was enough to make Kiriman retreat.

The Makulag gripped his short sword in a gloomy parry, and threw a backhand punch that brutally struck Loja's jaw with the Dominating Hand.

Flesh and bones splattered, but the pitch-black gelatin helped the jaw that should have flown out to hang crookedly on his face, but the smile on the face of the Great Speaker was still there.

After this strange smile was born, a flame emerged from behind him and turned into a roaring beast and struck at Killiman.

The Makulag man didn't look at it, but struck it with a backhand, a sword that was so natural, without any twists or foreshadowing, just the simplest and most straightforward sword, but it neatly split the flame in two.

The Great Whisperer watched in amazement, straightening his chin with the tip of the scepter that burned the human skull, gluing it back together.

The face that belonged to Lorga Aurelian returned, and he smiled slightly, and raised his arms as if he was enjoying it: "Brother, you seem to have changed. In that way, it will not be in vain what I have done for you. ”

Robert Killiman looked at him calmly, not even a superfluous word. He raised his hand holding the sword and slowly clenched his fist, the Chicheng short sword creaked in his hand, making it seem as if it should be shattered in the next second.

The victorious army that was fighting against the Whisperers around him also saw this, and they seemed to be inspired to fight more bravely.

Lorga Aurelian looked at him quizzically, and her smile disappeared for the first time.

"You" He took two steps back, lowered his scepter, poured it into the ground, and took out a blood-drenched tome from his waist and tried to flip through it.

"Oh, that's interesting." He muttered to himself. "I didn't expect this to happen."

Killman's answer was a loud, thunderous roar.

"For Couss!" He rushed towards Luojia, thundering incessantly. "For Macurag! For the Five Hundred Worlds! For Terra! ”

The blade slashed like water, and the Dominant Hand fired just the right amount of fire, punching, turning Luo Jia's face into a bloody pulp or breaking one of his bones. The dagger pierced through his chest, and Killiman twisted his wrist to widen the wound, and his arm did not tremble in the slightest.

The Great Speaker stepped back again in pain, but grabbed the scepter with his right hand. He was still trying to flip through the books, but the Makurags didn't give him the time. He launched a terrifying onslaught that seemed to last until the end of time, but Luo Jia could only bear it silently.

After a dozen seconds, he reacted with a slight obtuse—the ground on which they were standing suddenly turned into a rumbling swamp as the blasphemous words of chaos were brought out by Luo Jia's lips.

Kiriman pulled his leg out of the pitch-black mud without wavering, just continuing towards Loja.

"I know what you can do." As he walked, he calmly opened his mouth. "You can only use tricks to get a little bit of face for yourself, and throw away these ridiculous tricks, and you are nothing, just something that can be defeated by Vulcan and Perturabo in a split second."

"Look down at yourself with your eyes, do you really think you're Lorja Aurelian? His scepter is meant to smash the heads of his enemies, not to be held in his hand and used as a crutch to support himself, as you do. ”

"Oh, the Agitation." Luo Jia smiled a slightly nostalgic smile. "Neither you, nor Perturabo, seem intent on using it to provoke me, but not this time, dear brother, the gods have revealed more for me. I have seen the future of Terra and you, and you will die at my hands. ”

"I'll disembowel you before then." Kiliman said. "I will sacrifice your head to all who have died, and the real Lorja Aurelian will laugh out loud at your death."

'Lorga Aurelian' winked at him, and suddenly said in a very different voice: "No, Robert Killiman, he can't laugh anymore. ”

The Makurag finally let out a low roar of utter anger from his throat, but he didn't lose his mind.

He turned his hand and aimed it at his feet and beside him, and the underneath blaster began to fire continuously, sweeping through the swamp and smashing everything in it that tried to stop him.

The Great Whisperer opened his arms again and calmly began to walk on the mire. He walked barefoot, his skin glowing with gold, and the mud could not stain the surface of his feet, or even bother him in the slightest with his movements. At first glance, it looks like you're walking on water.

He looked down at Robert Killiman, who was sinking deeper and deeper, and sighed softly, his face full of pity.

"The war has come to this moment, and you have not yet seen the truth of everything." He spoke slowly, the world still noisy, but his voice overpowered.

The Ultramarines are bent on the rescue, but the Bearers are holding them back. The blessed son jumped into their center at all costs and began the battle with complete disregard for life and death. The purpose is very simple, anyone can see it, and Marius Gage is naturally one of them.

The First War Leader watched as the so-called 'Lorja Aurelian' slowly pulled out a glimmering dagger from his waist.

"I'm tired of preaching to the world, brother, it doesn't make any sense, and you won't listen to it anyway." He said so, his expression with compassion and a strong hatred that iron does not make steel.

"Even if the truth has rushed before your eyes, you do not listen, but foolishly die a senseless death for one of the greatest liars in the world. So many precious lives are wasted in such a worthless way. ”

"Do you really think he's going to feel even half a second of grief about it? Your lives should have been used in a better place, and if these dead were handed over to me, humanity would have leapt to a new level by now! At that time, where will the so-called Great Expedition be needed to reawaken the glory of our past? ”

He slowly approached Robert Killiman, who was already half of his body in the mud, and held the dagger close to his neck.

"Goodbye, brother." The pseudo said. "I'll set aside a seat for you."

Kiriman stared at him calmly, the puppet frowning.

Silt erupts.

The Dominant Hand hummed out of the quagmire, shattering Luo Jia's skull with a single punch. The swamp was raging, and the filth in it screamed hoarsely.

"Think about one thing before you use those evil spells!" Kiriman roared at the headless corpse. "Think power swords, think power fists and how they work! Think about the way in which the weapons that humans have held in their hands since ancient times have functioned! Daggers can be thrown, you idiot! ”

His eyes were full of light, and the mire began to melt, and green smoke rose from the extremely high temperatures, turning into pitch-black ashes. The Makulag was easily freed, and he threw his dagger of sincerity, piercing the twisted corpse through his chest.

The dagger hummed, and the force pierced through the robes and sternum, piercing through the back, and nailing the corpse into the ground with it. The corpse had already lost its head, but at this moment it erupted into a real scream.

Maggots born from the subspace gushed out of blood in their veins, their limbs twitched, their scepters fell to the ground, and the faces on the covers of books wailed and soon turned to ashes.

Ur Persson looked at all this with a serious face.

"Looks like he doesn't need our help." Konstantin Valdo said calmly and quickly assessed the situation on the battlefield. "None of them need to."

Naturally, he was referring to the Ultramarines—they had nothing to worry about after the Primordial's victory.

As a result, the destructive nature of the Children of War begins to return, driven by the desire for revenge and the rising rage, and they go on a rampage with the Ultramarines.

Although there is actually a big gap between the two sides in terms of high-end combat power, a blessed son can often kill more than a dozen extreme warriors in succession. But they were united, without the slightest fear, and even began to turn the situation around.

"What?" Ur Person frowned, clearly disagreeing. "What are you talking about?"

"They don't need our help." Valdo repeats again. "As you can see, Robert Killiman and his sons are brave and fearless warriors, they have their own way to deal with these enemies, and they don't need a two-man reinforcement."

Orr shifted his gaze to the spear in his hand.

"What do you want to say?" Waldo asked.

"Don't you think that the primordial needs a weapon like this more than you do?" Orr shrugged and said. "You said this is the outer wall of the palace, and although I have never been to this place in my life, at least I know his preferences."

"The place that could be called a royal palace must be staggering, and if they were to be in charge of the entire façade, they would have to face countless battles. This weapon doesn't seem to be going to do much in your hands anymore, and you're going to lead the way for me, aren't you? ”

"So what?" The marshal of the forbidden army asked word by word.

"Well, I mean—" Orr said thoughtfully. "—A warrior is more qualified to have a good weapon than a courier, don't you think?"

The marshal of the forbidden army turned around and left, too lazy to face such an insult. In the midst of the link, his lord is persuading him to put aside his prejudices and treat Oraniez, or Orl Peson, more equally and calmly.

But Valdo still couldn't swallow this breath, not to mention how bad Orl Pesson was in his eyes, the mere fact that he had betrayed the Lord of Humanity had already made Valdo murderous countless times.

What he didn't notice, of course, was that he was now in some way a small disobedience to his sovereign. The Lord of Mankind sees all this, but does not react, and even rejoices.

Desperately, Ur Persson caught up with him and began to walk after him. It would have been difficult to make out a path to their destination on the ruined façade of the palace, but Valdo knew more.

In the beginning, for example, Ur Persson was actually less than thirty minutes away from his destination. However, he could not get there so easily. At least not until the jewel he hung on his chest actually became a 'gem'.

The Forbidden Marshal thought about these things, but suddenly clenched the spear in his hand. He vigilantly held Orr Persson behind him, and the Spear of the Sun God turned into a glow and passed forward.

In the sudden darkness of the fog, a huge and vicious claw was pierced by him in an instant. However, the spear was unable to generate enough reaction force to stop it, and the giant claw hit Valdo unabatedly, knocking him out of the way.

Orr Person was slightly stunned, and then he saw a large, hairy beast head poking out of the darkness, giggling, spitting out, and still having sword marks on its face, but it didn't care.

"Sams! Here comes Samus! It laughed and roared. Hello! Oranius! ”

It knows my name?!

The thought crossed Opezon's mind, but he didn't have more time to think about it. His instincts were at work again, forcing him to roll with his head down, dodging another swing from the demon.

The marshal of the forbidden army returned to the battle at this moment wielding a long sword, and his expression did not waver in the slightest, as if it had always been the same. The demon began to approach them step by step in the darkness, with a great sense of oppression, but it stopped abruptly at the critical moment.

It grunted and lowered its head, its body stiffening to look at the spear still caught between its claws. A pair of hands wrapped around Nostramo's Adamantite with the characteristic lightning pattern grasped it, and Shen's face glowed miserably white in the darkness.

"Where do you want to run?" He asked coldly.

The demon grinned, and behind it, a roar belonging to Angle-Tai was heard.

"For Aurelian!"

The update is complete, a total of 10,000.

(End of chapter)