"What, you don't believe in my strength?"
Sanguinius took Alexander and ruffled his black hair.
The situation on the battlefield was changing, and Sanguinius knew in his heart that Alexander was worried about him. This novel feeling made Sanguinius inexplicably happy, and his eyebrows narrowed unconsciously.
"Don't worry, even if I face two powerful demons, I will not be defeated easily."
Sanguinius has his own pride, but he also knows that he will not fall here.
"I heard the devil say compliments on the beauty of my head."
Alexander did not dodge this time. He stood beside Sanguinius and looked towards the Rift Valley with a very calm tone, as if he was talking about common things.
Alexander never mixed personal emotions when killing his enemies, so when he killed the demon, he did not feel any guilt in his heart, and there was no post-war psychological trauma.
And this time, for the first time, Alexander was so angry at the guy who came after his life.
Sanguinius sensed the unusual emotion and placed his hand on the hilt of the Crimson Blade power sword at his waist.
"Whatever you want to do, I'll be with you."
Alexander didn't have a good impression of inhuman creatures, and pointed his sword forward.
"Then we will defeat them, cut through the devil's formation, and drive them all out."
Even if Alexander is just an ordinary person, when faced with a creature that wants to kill him, he will try his best to give it a go, not to mention that there is still a blue flame that can remove the anchor of the devil's resurrection.
"March!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Saint Les immediately drew out the Red Blade and raised his arms and shouted.
More than 10,000 Astartes warriors from the Ninth Legion immediately started their war machines and moved towards the Rift Valley.
The enemy's blood army seemed to have a tacit understanding at this moment, and launched its army to rush towards the glass plain.
One side of the sky was filled with flames, and the pterodactyl beast was flying wildly in the sky. The huge war beast with weapons on its back sprayed out streams of fire from its nose.
The demon warriors are armed with rough ax blades and spears, with ferocious smiles on their faces, and they wage war against the strong, so that they can more easily win the favor of the Blood God.
The demons have no concept of the end of life, because in their stubborn impression, no matter how tragic the war is, they will eventually be resurrected in the arena of the Blood God Khorne.
But today's war will completely surprise them.
The Space Marines, with Sanguinius and Alexander at the tip of their spears, spontaneously split into two groups behind them.
The soldiers were all holding bolters to guard the Dreadnaught Warriors and War Tanks, moving resolutely forward, waiting for the demons to enter the bombardment range.
The Thunderhawk gunship hovered over the Ninth Legion, its turret adjusting its angle in preparation to defeat the enemy's air combat units.
...
Baal satellite geostationary orbit, Emperor's Dream.
In the laboratory, the last screw of the three-meter-two-meter-long chain sword was tightened. The Emperor took it in his hand and waved it casually, and there was a whining sound in the air.
Pressing the button, the chain sword activates the monomolecular saw blade with a cutting position, and a deadly buzzing sound suddenly fills the ears of the Caster Guardsman.
"Seal it away."
The Emperor filled the chainsword with psychic energy, and the internal mechanical device rotated along with the joints of the spine, and soon shrunk to more than two meters in length.
This chain sword is different from the previous structure. It takes advantage of the symmetry of the demon's spine and has a double-sided single-molecule saw blade design. The whole body is made of gold and has a hollow silk-embedded imperial double-headed eagle pattern. One side is lined with spikes. hand.
It doesn't look like a piece of actual combat equipment, but more like a beautiful piece of art, but no one will question its lethality.
It was obvious that the Emperor had put a lot of thought into this weapon.
"It doesn't have a name?"
Just and Duncan Doppler worked together to open the weapon box, holding both ends of the chain sword with both hands, and carefully placed the work of art into the soft plastic flow layer.
"Let Alexander get it himself."
The Emperor stood up and shrugged, walked to the hanging window and looked at the surface of Baal Prime.
"Justard, now you will lead the Skyhawk Terminator team and airborne together with the Thunder Warriors. You must ensure that this chain sword is handed over to Alexander."
This war was the first frontal battlefield battle between the emperor's two heirs. It was impossible to say that they were not worried or concerned about it.
"I promise." Just responded in a low voice.
The atmosphere of war has spread to the fleet, and Alexander's exclusive guard team has already prepared everything and is always ready for airborne operations.
The battle group led by Duncan Doppler had prepared two Thunderhawk gunships in advance, all waiting for the Emperor to deliver their newly forged chainsword for His Highness.
As the Chief of the Guards of Garst boarded the plane, two Thunderhawk gunships with the Imperial Guard logo drew long tail flames and flew from the battleship launch pad to the surface of the Baal satellite.
On the other side, an Opal Dragon-class battleship docked in the synchronous orbit of the Baal satellite, and docked steadily above the Royal Court Lighthouse as the planet rotated.
Six hundred Thunder Warriors were already in armor, each fully armed, waiting for the Emperor's orders.
They wore adamantine helmets on their heads. On the left shoulder was the golden double-headed eagle emblem of the empire, and on the right shoulder was Alexander's exclusive symbol, a double-headed eagle drawn with lines.
Captain Bukaret, who had met Alexander on Baal Prime, was officially incorporated into Alexander's Terminator Guards by the commander of the Thunder Warriors, Kab Eric, and was allowed to allocate power to the Thunder Terminator. First.
"We will faithfully carry out the Emperor's will and bring unity to humanity across the universe."
The Thunder Warriors stood in the cabin of the drop bay on the bottom of the battleship, listening to Commander Kab Eric telling them the truth about the empire and the philosophy of building an army.
The Thunder Warriors had a history of rebellion, but now they were reactivated by the empire because of the existence of the Alexander Palace, and their bodies on the verge of collapse were stabilized.
Alexander brought them rebirth and rebuilding, and his kindness was as heavy as a mountain.
Kab Eric read and spoke, and they repeated.
These veterans' eyes were fixed on the Imperial Book of Truth held in their left hands, but their right hands kept touching the bolter stuck at their waist.
They also got the news that His Highness Alexander was alone and fighting a bloody battle on the planet below.
The Thunder Warriors didn't understand why the Emperor didn't let them attack, but their duty as soldiers told them to obey orders.
"We should abide by Imperial truth and bring correct ideas to the entire galaxy."
Bukared's stocky figure was completely hidden in the thick Thunder Terminator power armor. He replaced the storm heavy bolter with a more powerful submachine gun, and the ammunition supply chain went directly to the power backpack on his back.
Equivalent to the last bullet, you can hit the empty position directly.
'Tsk, is this backpack enough ammunition? '
"The war His Highness Alexander has experienced is different from the past. Do you want to ask the Mars Tech-Priest to help me change it?" '
Cabret's thoughts were flying in his mind. He had witnessed the intensity of Alexander's battle on Baal Prime, and was worried that he would not be able to keep up with His Highness.
Even though Cabret had been distracted, he was still repeating the words of Commander Cab Eric in a mechanical manner.
Du-du!
Buzz! ! !
The cabin lights of the airborne pod flickered to red, and emergency airborne announcements were made frequently and urgently.
The Thunder Warriors, who were chanting the truth of the empire just now, suddenly raised their heads and stared in the direction of Commander Kab Eric.
