Chapter 229 Who will make whom cry?
"Hehehe... You guys from Ferus are still too young... You are so forgetful. How long has it been and you don't recognize me anymore? My dear?"
< br>The massive Daemon Prince of Slaanesh teases the Iron Hands with an almost willful and playful tone that always makes most of the Emperor's Children happy, happy, happy.
The attacks of the Iron Hands did cause the demon to feel pain, but the blows and burning of those weapons made him scream with joy when the wounds were opened. The wounds they brought to him The pleasure made him faster and more powerful. The demon stepped on his deformed paws and strange swaying footsteps, twisting his body and approaching Traqi who was severely injured by his speed and claws.
His milky white eyeballs, which had turned into something like blindness, were close to the face of the chief think tank who was breathing hard. Along with it, some purple and gold armor fragments could be vaguely seen, pierced in a strange way. The trophies, jewels and gorgeous body hanging in the flesh could not hide the pungent and fishy smell of depraved body fluids flowing out of the monstrous and twisted withered body.
Purple foxfire formed the decoration of his deformed skull, and the flames flowed along his hollow and sunken eye sockets, like a demon dripping purple tears of fire while laughing.
The only thing in Traci's mind was how to deal with the Demon Prince in front of him and at the same time complete the goal of sealing the fatal subspace rift. He hardly gave much thought to this question and answer-will he fight with the Demon? This blasphemous question and answer is purely for the purpose of delaying one second of thinking - "You are just a demon... who will be destroyed by... us... your name is meaningless! Traitor!"
< br> Lord Slaanesh became furious almost immediately. The sharp claws on his deformed limbs viciously penetrated the chest armor of the Chief Librarian, piercing him and his armor at the tips of the claws. He hissed at the Chief Librarian cry.
"What do you understand!!! You ridiculous thing!! How do you understand! Santo knows me! He knows who I am! He knows me! I am Julius Caesoron! Emperor The First Company Commander of the Emperor's Son! It was I who killed Santo! You are just his shadow! You are a bunch of sick people who have replaced your God-given bodies with ignorant machines! No one will understand the value of your glory! You are all crazy! I can only cry for your madness when Ferus comes!"
" Ferus never sheds tears! >
"Oh, really, I want to see who makes whom cry. Julius."
Two voices sounded from different places on the platform at the same time, one was Raus's angry battle with an electronic texture. Roar, and the other one——
The Demon Prince of Slaanesh named Julius Kesoron froze at that moment.
The demon's more than thirty-foot-long bulging body shook violently, ignoring the clan commander's huge power sword that rushed towards him and swung it down - he just dodged sideways with unparalleled quick reflexes. Got it.
The severed lips of the First Captain of the Emperor's Children trembled on the demon's face.
"This speaking voice - you... you are - this is impossible -?! This is impossible -!!!!!!"
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Fulgrim Ishtar is by no means a weakling in his own galaxy. He once saw through the tricks of Chaos in the murderous temple and refused the temptation of the enemy.
He fell into the hands of the Dark Eldar and was tortured countless times, and escaped countless times. Each time he was recaptured and tortured on the Haemon's experimental table because he wanted to save his heirs. Even so, For more than ten years, the descendants of Phoenix have never heard any cry of pain or miserable howl from Phoenix from the alien enemy's provocations and attempts to sway them, simply because he did not want to show any vulnerability or beg for mercy.
When Lord Commander Vespasian of the Emperor's Children, along with Rilanor and the Crow Princes, burst into the cell where the cruel xenos imprisoned the Phoenix, what they saw was that even Argo Severtarion He couldn't help but be moved. The injuries Fulgrim suffered in the dungeon of the Haemonculi were enough to make any Astartes die instantly.
Phoenix's own blood became the only covering on his body, and one of his legs - as if to fulfill some cruel image or prophecy - had been chopped off. When he was supported by his heir, As he struggled to stand up, the expression of horror appeared on the face of the Commander of the Night Lords for the first time - he saw Phoenix opening his mouth, and his beautiful voice had been taken away along with his tongue - < br>
But he still forced his vocal cords to vibrate, and made a hoarse, barely audible voice to ask about the current situation of the empire and the whereabouts of his heirs. Later, because of the division of the empire, the betrayal of his brothers, and the loss of his heirs, he shed his first tear since he was captured.
For this reason, when he found himself in another galaxy with completely different development, Ziting Phoenix had always controlled his emotional fluctuations very well, because he knew that calmness was the best thing for him at this time. The emotion of need, and the life on the Iron Blood did make him feel the peace that he had not seen for a long time. But there is always the calm before the storm.
Some cruel facts cannot be ignored.
Just like now, he began to untie the reins of restraint, allowing his emotions to flow freely through his body, igniting his actions like fire.
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Miracle.
Markan Feros was convinced again.
No matter where he is, the Primarch's existence is a miracle.
Even in the Hands of Steel, which possesses Fearless's strength and is so well integrated with Fearless's body, he has never seen such extraordinary manipulation and arm-like control.
This Contemptor Fearless often makes the Iron Father who follows him almost forget that it is an iron coffin. Its shell is just metal and the water flowing in its limbs is nothing but black inorganic liquid.
They have followed the fearless noble man in a series of thrilling but perfectly controlled landings and one-hit kills or even multiple kills. They have reached the place with the highest energy reading at an almost impossible speed and witnessed the scene. Everything caused the Iron Hands, who were accustomed to fighting in silence, to roar with rage.
The Daemon Prince of Slaanesh transformed by the Emperor's Children and the Warp Gate of Pain created by the sacrifice of the entire hive population!
Although they all wanted to offer the glory of hunting for their father's return, the first time they saw the Daemon Prince, the Primarch asked them to pick up their dead brother and raid for him.
"He deserves to be terminated by me myself."
After saying this, the Contemptor stepped forward fearlessly.
Alvin Ravus looked at the visitor in his huge Terminator armor that was almost integrated with him.
A very strange Contemptor Fearless. The golden Garuda that fits tightly on his left body and his movements always give Raus a weird feeling, as if Fearless and him are at war. There is a strange sense of déjà vu in the pattern of the Emperor's Children's actions.
But in the end, he stared at Fearless's shining silver hands, and slowly retreated to his chief think tank Traqi, who was almost half broken amid Feros's urgent communication. .
Gua.
Well, what’s more interesting is that Julius and Julius actually have the same name (the original work likes to use allusions in its names + foreigners have few names and it’s easy to have the same name), but in order to match our little Yu Lius differentiated and took care of the readers, so I changed the name of the former company commander to Julias
The reference for the siege of Sardinus is the original text B station and Zhihu translation, I am very grateful for this UP Lord Belisarius Caul and Bolin One
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