Thousands of years of hatred and anger roared in Danat Lessander's two hearts.

Blood is pumped out and sent into strong muscles, where the black carapace and nerve junctions drive electronically synthesized muscle bundles to produce higher output.

The power hammer in his hand is called the Fist of Dorne, it is almost half the height of a Space Marine, the fist in the shape of an iron glove holds its silvery-white glowing hammer, the power cable runs along the bottom of the iron glove to the back of the handle, and the dynamic force field always shines on the attack part of the hammer, this legendary weapon comes from the last company commander's bequest on the battlefield, worthy of Lysander to use it to shatter the breastplate and skull of any Iron Warrior.

He lifted the handle of the hammer so that the head of the hammer swung in a beautiful and deadly arc in the air, the hammer was perfectly balanced, and in the hands of a legendary hero like Lessander, holding the hammer with both hands made every swing incredibly subtle.

The first swing was the first wave of the attacker's power axe. The two giants wrapped in tactical dreadnought roared into each other, their heavy armor scraping against each other with a sharp and piercing movement and sparks, the ground seemed to shake with their movements, and the force fields on the two weapons hissed and neutralized each other with each collision and impact.

"I'm going to pull you out of this rotten, stinking twisted iron shell and dismantle you in pieces!" Though his nose and sensors told him that there was a pleasant scent coming from the Iron Warrior War Blacksmith across from him who had killed most of his elite brothers in the Old First Company, and had himself gone mad with the slightest contamination.

Disgusting degenerates, and distorted cognition, or worse.

By the time I cut off his head, he thought, I wouldn't even want his dirty blood to splash on me.

Opposite him, the sweaty face of the war blacksmith Chanto was dominated by a smile of extreme distortion and extreme pleasure, and the heavy power axe shrouded in a purple mist in his hand, as nimble and swift as the serpent of a champion swordsman—it could no longer be called a viper, because with its more deadly strength and weight, perhaps the poisonous dragon was the best description of it.

"Then I'm looking forward to it, Lessander. You and me, oh! We're so similar, I've heard about some of your recent movements," the war blacksmith of Malodarax, whose strong limbs wielded axe blades almost in the air at the moment, giggled across from him, "How does it feel to be able to sacrifice anyone to the death of those lackeys of the Corpse Emperor for believing in you?" He laughed again, "Don't worry, I don't care about the old days, Lessander!" Join us! ”

The Imperial Fist responded with an even more furious charge and an increasingly fierce attack, his hammer head flashing red, wrestling with the purple axe.

"Wishful thinking, blasphemous shit!"

Again, they collided together, sweating profusely, they only had each other in their eyes, they could only tolerate each other, they only wanted each other to fall, they only wanted each other's heads, the gods were high, they shouted in ecstasy, they duel each other, the Iron Warriors and the Fist of the Empire.

They are so similar, like a tarot of the pros and cons.

They are so similar and so distinct that each evenly matched impact is like a hammer forge, black and white being tempered for thousands of times, and finally revealing a deadly beauty pattern on the edge of the weapon.

Suddenly, the War Blacksmith didn't know why, maybe he was too happy and had smeared too much spice grease on one of his joint servos—

In short, he stumbled for a moment, revealing a fatal flaw in front of the company commander.

"You can only get your death!"

The Fist of Dorne roared and fell down on the Iron Warrior's head.

Lightning Claw breaks through the shadows.

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[That's it?] 】

[That's it.] 】

[This was also recovered too quickly, although in addition to their captain, Soltarn had made a large margin for each of them to arrange the opponent's strength. 】

[Otherwise? How do you think we can fight? Why play tricks when you can use superior forces to strike simply? Combat is about being fast and productive, and nothing else, such as being too unnecessarily spectacle. In addition, although he saved the scene, it was the first time I had seen someone bring a crow guard to hold a monitor to shoot live. 】

[Well, on-site shooting has a more immersive learning feeling...... If I don't talk about this, I think I have to at least have to do some environmental and psychological ...... with incomprehensible chant sentences and cruel, dark and gothic language.

[Don't learn those bad habits with pointy ears, who taught you?] By the way, it's all about raising half-breed bunnies, and if you dare to keep any pointy-eared stuff on my boat, I'll dissect it alive and throw it into the place where the pointy-eared one came from. 】

[What is it made?] 】

[Grotesque, or as they are called, but I suggest you call them Grotesque. 】

"Hey! My dear furry brother, the Warlord and my very deceitful Warlord, what are you whispering? Don't leave me out! The emaciated mortal youth who sat on the leg armor of Lamizan and watched the monitor with his staff in his arms yelled in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, Ma'atra, it's nothing, I'm just saying that it feels like a ...... How to say, kill chickens with a knife? I also had a bad feeling, so I decided to ask you before I looked at LOGOS. ”

"As I've said a long time ago, my psionic refraction spell combined with the Steel Trap movement function can solve most of the traps and split attack setup problems, and Soltarn has designed this maze very neatly in such a short period of time. - So what's the problem? ”

"I wonder what the Grotesque Monster is?"

"Oh, this thing, this is an artificial monster weapon made by a special kind of character in that group of pointy ears, this kind of character is often called the Blood Servant, and it can barely be counted as Dark Ida if it is classified, although I don't fully agree with this statement, after all, there are some ...... among them"

"Oh, wait, the captain they're headed by is starting to encounter our people." Lamizan peeled sweet almonds for the psionic advisor and tossed them into his honey jar as she shoved a small, crunchy nut shaped like a human brain into Perturabo's mouth.

"Oooo I kind of understand, in terms of ornamentality, in addition to intensive gunfights, it's really this kind of melee macho confrontation full of impact! ”

[Don't keep talking about ornamentality - you sometimes make me really wonder what you have to do with that purple-skinned snake-tailed prodigal.] 】

【…… Do you call him that......]

[Can I immediately describe what he looks like now in twenty different languages, do you want to listen?] 】

【…… No, thank you. 】

"What are you talking about?" The green-eyed advisor chewing honey-stained almonds propped himself up in dissatisfaction, grabbing the metal grid under the heavy neck armor of the fourth primordial with his hand to pull himself up a little more, the cuffs of his robe slid down to his elbows, Maatra didn't care, he just stood on tiptoe and tried to get closer to the head device of the logos to see what kind of communication device his brother had in it that he couldn't crack.

"Nothing, uh," Lamizan leaned back slightly, a little unaccustomed to the psionic advisor's presumptuous actions. "Let's continue to watch all the above."

"Well, if you say so."

The psionic advisor turned and sat down again in his arms, for there was only one best place to view, above which was a throne suspended in the air.

The blood-colored brilliance that splattered from the projection of each brave and unfortunate Imperial Fists warrior from the massive 360-degree three-hundred-and-sixty-degree three-hundred-degree spherical canopy added warmth to the nuts in their hands.

Wail.

Wow, there are a lot of family affairs on New Year's Day, everyone have a good night's sleep!

Oh, since I'm in doubt, by the way, ha

The planet they're going to actually have names already appear.,And then after I went, a new volume should be opened in January.,This planet was also a transition.,Mainly later.,The map is changed very often, at least as planned.,Because I don't really want to make up for the hell span and rationality of GW every day......

(End of chapter)