The 10,000-Eyed Chaos Fleet, led by the Dark Star Whisperer, the Dark Apostle, and the Chief Raptor in Cyb's orbit, was apparently well-trained and much more powerful than the average planetary defense fleet, which allowed them to react immediately, but before the first round of light spears could be fired at the ground, new threats from the outer starry sky forced them to turn their guns and readjust their engines immediately.

While it is true that some of the leaders of these fleets are not fully human, they have all the positions and candidates that a good fleet should have, and Thrafax did, at least until today, as Perturabo put it, "for the time being, retaining a part of his mind and the ways of war and domination that he had been taught." ”

"Of course, we can't guarantee that the kind of thing he wanted to do to you before to take some of your soul and keep a part of it was also inspired by it." The shepherd dog said with a gloating tone as he wagged his drooping tail.

And the lion, shouldering his stuffed brother on his shoulders, rested one of his hands on the hilt of his sword, and watched in silence as his sons began to burn the whole desecrated area with flamethrowers—along with the corpses of his two sons, who were already dead, and whose darkness and remorse had fallen too late.

"Bella...... His appearance and final behavior, he should not have finally fallen, and in the end I let one of my heirs die in front of me, and I will do it myself. The lion sighed softly, almost showing the grief of an ordinary old man for a second, which made the heir guarding him look unbearable, and Zabriel even stepped forward to try to comfort his genetic father with his wordless movements.

"He has been pierced by Tzeentch, the Tzeentch transformed by Thrafax, and you should know what he wants from you in the end, that you have given him your forgiveness and your judgment, to be executed by your own hands. He died with even his genetic prototype and the testimonies of his former comrades, and if that wasn't good enough, I could hardly think of a better ending for a traitor's helper. "And I'm pretty sure this result is much better than the real unlucky ones caught by your green-armored heirs, especially that guy." ”

The overly obvious movement overhead caused them to cast their eyes on the bright orange and deep blue sky at the junction of morning and dusk.

Thin and bright blazing light continued to pass through the canopy outside the planet, something huge in the orbit was shattered, the rumbling delay sound pierced the skyline of the already empty world, and the heat that burst into the atmosphere ignited the falling bones and fragments of the battleship, and they exploded in the air like meteors one by one, sending out a huge sonic boom, igniting the fireworks display for the final curtain call of civilization in a world that had no inhabitants.

The lion only allowed his emotions to be properly expressed for a second, and the next second, the male lion who was now wise, fierce, more compromising, and thinking had erased impetuousness returned.

"The naval battle for the incoming aiders began just in time, and I noticed that they were the first to fire at the huge object in orbit made from the bones of all the planet's inhabitants."

"Yes." Perturabo also raised his head to look at the sky, Leon's sons were well-trained, and there was no need for superfluous orders, and the soldiers of the First Army had already begun the next step of patrolling the battlefield and cleaning and replenishing their guns, and every now and then one or more explosions rang out in the empty palace.

"That way they'll be able to attract the most heretic firepower as soon as they show up, without risking us running out of spears here."

Leon Elchanson donned his winged helmet, and the helmet immediately projected all sorts of new data information into his visual area.

Even if it was not agreed to load Perturabo's new algorithm, the reworked interface and classification design was much easier to read and handle than the original one - despite the doubts, Leon could not deny that Perturabo's extraordinary sense of smell and taste in perfecting any equipment, the combination of art and data was applied to every day, so that the beauty and convenience of the practicality can be perfectly balanced.

How could he never have discovered that this brother, who was not valued by the vast majority, had such skills and talent in this area?

Perhaps some things are only valuable when they are sent in the snow, and at the moment of icing on the cake, people always have more room to pick and choose the more beautiful and decent appearance.

Dressed in Martian red power armor, Héctor now walks with the wind every day, and the ship's technical priests now like to gather in the work area assigned to him when they have anything to do, just to listen to and record the words of His Excellency "Kedomo" as he teaches the technical sergeant to repair and modify the power armor and other devices.

The male lion assessed the naval battle above his head from a distance for a moment with the data transmitted by his helmet, and calmed himself down so that he could use his woodwalker abilities again if needed to take his brother and heirs out of the terrain that had begun to become increasingly dangerous. "It must be said that they fought quite well in this naval battle, and the results I have seen show a fierce and decisive attack and a complete tearing apart of the enemy, but I always feel that there is a breath in their fighting behavior?"

"That's because I told them that the main enemies on the ground here have been dealt with by a team led by the lions, and let them solve the trouble above their heads before coming to pick us up and meet you, so they are probably a little unhappy that they have finally arrived in the place but cannot bring down the strongest enemy. Ah, but it seems that their commander is still a little anxious. ”

In their field of vision, a large golden-red fiery meteor descended from the sky with an unstoppable momentum, thunderous sound, and purposeful direction—an airborne chamber was rapidly breaking into the planet's atmosphere of Seb—the lion recognized it with his excellent eyesight as the ancient Legion's Dreadclaws—the paint on it was not very clear, but it seemed to be some normal color.

"Is this their Legion style? Are you in such a hurry to come to meet you? When that's over, it's more appropriate and polite to send the storm birds down. ”

"I don't think so, they do it a lot for the sake of ...... Well...... I guess they thought that the overall situation of the naval battle was decided, and their commander wanted to come down first to see if there were any fish that could be used to warm up. ”

The strange meaning of these words made the male lion frown slightly, and the black and white flower dog observed the direction of the airborne warehouse with interest, with a slight sense of freshness.

When the warriors in the airborne chamber finally appeared before Leon and the vigilant Dark Angels, the lion let out another low roar, the way their power armor was color-matched reminded him of a legion he had known.

The Commander, dressed in steel-blue armor with only silver painted on his shoulder plates, and a massive chainsaw-powered axe hanging from his waist, saluted the glorious heirs of the Emperor in a manner that was perfectly in line with Imperial Legion etiquette.

"Commander Karn, Commander of the First Company of the Iron Heart Warband, salute you, Lord of the First Army and ...... Venerable Caedo. ”

(End of chapter)