Chapter 14 Dawn Redemption (10)

"It's falling! It's going to fall!"

Neither the roar coming from high in the sky nor the shrill screams of the heirs beside him attracted Perturabo's attention.

The death of a giant steel beast is destined not to be a silent whimper. The wail of the [Steadfast Light] sounded from the running of countless people, echoing for a long time in the ruin-like steel jungle, whether it was the attacker or the defender.

Everyone stopped in unison. They raised their heads high and witnessed the destruction in front of them with awe.

Like the roar from the deepest part of purgatory, the sounds of explosions and steel friction constantly tortured the Primarch's ears, but Perturabo did not waver at all. He held his hammer tightly and single-handedly guarded the core.

On the city avenue, in front of him were piles of destroyed tanks and armored vehicles. They were connected together and looked like a Great Wall lit up with smoke from a distance.

Perturabo gasped, and just as he was taking time to adjust his breathing, the steel ruins in front of him couldn't help but rumble. He looked up and saw only an Executioner tank crushing his dead comrades, and the ferocious cannon

The mouth was smeared blood red, and he was looking for his prey with dark vision.

The Primarch laughed. He stood the warhammer in his hand on the ground, lowered his head, and faced the ferocious provocateur in silence.

The scene became awkward for a moment. The several-meter-tall Primarch stood opposite a war engine that was larger than him. Around them were mountains of corpses and seas of blood consisting of at least one armored regiment and three infantry brigades.

Perturabo's will is connected to every corner of his body through countless thought cables. Along with his thoughts, countless fist-sized cannonballs are arranged in sequence from the storage area of ​​​​the back armor, waiting for the opportunity.

The Primarch whispered instructions, his voice flowing into the army network from the thought cables, receiving and processing a steady stream of messages. Perturabo naturally bypassed his senior officers and advisors.

He directly commanded each team that guarded the key points, and even personally controlled the anti-aircraft artillery positions behind him, creating an air defense fire network that was finally acceptable in his opinion.

After saying that, Magnus stretched out his arms, and the invisible giant stood behind him.

At this desperate moment, he heard a voice.

Magnus answered his child with a smile, and then walked to the only person who had not yet recovered.

He felt himself wailing, and then he realized that it wasn't his own voice—it was his children's.

From the corner of his eye, Ahriman could see a blue and purple light glowing next to Morgan. He could see Forsythe raising his arms as well, waving all his psychic powers, and those he could name.

Every blood brother of Ahriman, he could see every Thousand Sons approaching here rushing to join their team, and those who were outside his sight, Ahriman also quickly appeared among the invisible giants.

I felt their surging power.

"I need your strength."

With the Primarch's fingertips, dozens of missiles and more energy beams roared out, drowning the bewildered challenger in front of him in the blink of an eye. This was the last spray of flames in this steel torrent.

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But by the time the cheers of mortals reached the tower where the Primarch was located, there was not much left. All that remained here were the low and rapid spells and the crackling sound of everyone's sweat hitting the ground.

The situation of the Steadfast Light has reached its worst point: this magnificent ancient ship has tilted high in the sky, and its bow and right wing bridge are hanging down at a shocking angle.

, as if it would hit the ground directly in the next second.

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Morgan's eyes flashed with purple light, and her consciousness drifted from thousands of souls. She selected those individuals that exuded strangeness and crushed their lives almost indiscriminately.

"I'm waiting for my gauss cannon and hive missiles to refill."

Finally, the executioner took action.

"I need to say a special thank you, Morgan, for everything you have done for me and my children."

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"No!"

Countless forces were rushing through his brain. He could vaguely hear everyone cheering, but his mind could no longer understand them. Magnus could feel saliva flowing from his teeth, and his feet were shaking because of this.

The invisible resistance dug deep into the soil. His muscles, his brain, his tendons, and his teeth were all crackling, and they were all making low groans of torture.

The Primarch's chuckle echoed in the air, and then, as if he noticed something, he frowned, raised his head, and looked towards the sky in the center of Kalena City.

"It is indeed possible to disintegrate, but it is more likely that the core power area will be separated from the main part, causing the entire ship to lose its power source and fall directly."

Ahriman gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. Beads of sweat instantly covered his forehead.

The beast is dead.

Magnus smiled, an absolutely confident smile that only comes after creating a miracle.

"boom!"

Magnus's soul was roaring, but the bloody prophecy had bloomed of its own accord.

With the successful landing of the steel behemoth, countless concentrated spiritual energies will instantly counterattack, and these unstoppable forces will in turn tear apart every Thousand Sons.

In the eyes of thousands of people, in the prayers of mothers, and in the cries of children, the giant beast and the giant finally collided. This was a war between the will of the Primarch and the mighty force of nature.

"What are you waiting for?"

The silver-haired female officer seemed to be reluctant to answer. She kept coughing and spitting out a little blood from time to time.

"No, it's much more important than that. You can't imagine how timely your help was."

The Iron Warrior on the side carefully reminded the Primarch.

Perturabo's few seconds of silence were regarded as a disdainful mockery by him. The Primarch could even hear the hoarse shouts behind the tank's thick frontal armor. The blood-red muzzle was facing his face. In anger,

Launched a deadly reaper.

"Well, it seems the situation is worse than I imagined, but don't worry, I will personally be responsible for your treatment until the last step, Ms. Morgan."

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"Morgan, you are responsible for cleaning up the pests around you."

It was not until this moment that the pain that he felt later began to spread throughout his body. It was the inevitable result of squeezing himself extremely. Ahriman raised his hands with difficulty, but he no longer had the right strength to treat himself.

"...damn..."

She even looked the most miserable.

The cannonball was hit, and the Primarch's arrogant strength and exquisite skills forcibly changed the trajectory of Death. The blow that was originally going to hit the face was forcibly distorted by the will of the demigod in mid-air, and it hit the side.

The ruins completely reduced the last remains of the once tall building to ashes.

"You have created a miracle, Father!"

"Ahriman, assist me."

"That's it."

Ahriman collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

"In other words, it may disintegrate in mid-air at any time?"

Faced with Magnus's compliment, Morgan seemed to want to answer, but she quickly bent over and coughed desperately. Although she had covered her mouth, Ahriman could still see the unstoppable blood flowing from it.

It was constantly flowing between her fingers and dripping on the snow-white windbreaker, like broken red plum blossoms.

"certainly."

He whispered each name until every son of Prospero in Carena answered their father's call. It did not take long, perhaps only a second in the eyes of a mortal.

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The Primarch walked among his descendants and subordinates. He watched with satisfaction as they quickly regained their vitality. Ahriman raised his head and looked towards the center of Kalena City: [The Steadfast Light] has landed safely.

Thousands of people left it like a colony of ants.

He saw it was raining in front of him, and then he realized that it was his own sweat.

"Sir, the [Steadfast Light] is not in the best condition right now. Our repair work has only been completed less than 60%. Its power cabin and flotation device can be used, but there are a lot of tearing holes in the hull.

The gap has not been repaired completely in time..."

He called to his heir in a low voice.

Magnus was wailing, but he couldn't stop this, because the [Steadfast Light] was getting closer to the surface than ever before. He could even hear the Iron Warriors beside him cheering to witness the miracle, and he could even realize that

The psychic giant was raising his fist, aiming at each of his unsuspecting offspring.

The Primarch bent down and carefully helped Morgan up.

【Ahem...it's your job, Your Excellency.】

Finally, Magnus moved.

"Forsis, Amon, Enan, Balak..."

The Primarch groaned uncontrollably, trembling uncontrollably from his fingertips to his ankles. Magnus only felt that the mighty power of the warp was rejoicing for this crazy confrontation, and they rushed forward one after another.

They flocked to him and his heirs, assisting this miracle and involuntarily destroying it.

Mortals couldn't witness it. The panicked refugees only saw the steel behemoth that was supposed to fall paused in mid-air. The violent sound of breaking through the air burst out from its underbelly in all directions, smashing through countless

Human eardrums cannot stop the thunderous cheers.

"Stick to your position, Iron Warriors, the battle is not over yet."

The Scarlet King...that's what people would call him.
To be continued...