Chapter 178 Father and Daughter (Part 1)

The Wolf King Leman Russ regards every war as his revenge.

Terra is the orthodoxy of mankind. The technological power mastered by Randan could have been used by the Empire to better eliminate the aliens that entrenched in the human homeland and greedily chewed human flesh and blood. But they took the wrong path, and a huge disaster came from this.

He was furious and never stopped.

Even if a world burned to ashes in front of him, this anger could only be temporarily curbed.

When the next war came, this anger would be more violent.

Pour out towards the enemies of the Empire.

The galaxy is a cruel meat grinder. Every standard Terra day.

There are candle-like civilizations that perish in the dark starry sky.

Survival has never been something that should be taken for granted. The continuation of life is based on cruelty to the enemy.

"You look a little unhappy."

Time, space.

Rado Longlong immediately retorted, "What life in the universe is safer than the Primarch? These stray dogs must have dared to be enemies with the Primarch, and we will be the only ones to die like this."

When it is on the verge of death, it is often the safest time.

When Russ descended on the Eighth Planet of Baal.

Saint Amit did not expect that Rado Longlong's heart would be so sensitive.

Although he did not sense it in the prophecy.

This sculpture gradually became more popular.

After hearing the voice of the Wolf King.

A golden psychic energy turned into light and rippled in your consciousness, and that psychic power came from Russ.

Jiang Hanlinglong showed a puzzled expression on his face.

The brutal war in the White and Dark Galaxy also affected the stability of the subspace. From the outbreak of the war to now, not too many warships have been lost in this terrible storm and lost contact with the Empire.

Although Saint Jiang Hanling himself has a very easygoing personality, even Abaddon, Togardon and other Gilests dare to play some jokes around Saint Amit, Saint Amit will never be angry because of those things.

Rus could only reluctantly part with his man and devote himself to the busy work.

Of course, this is also a beautiful and memorable time.

"That's true, but the map still has no value."

Saint Jiang Hanling once looked at the Rus Fantasy from a distance. When this magnificent ship like a mountain was suspended in the air...

"But you can choose to give up like that."

The law of physics.

Just like I don't have the name "Flesh Tearer".

Asta said.

Saint Amit nodded slightly to the pale-skinned giant and said hello.

That is a truth that any hunter is unfamiliar with.

In terms of size and firepower, the Russ Fantasy is similar to the Glory King-class battleship, but the heavy firepower strike platform it carries is far beyond the size of the legion.

Russ withdrew his gaze from the planet that turned to ashes with satisfaction.

But it still shocked Saint Amit at this time.

It is the same as the small ships that can easily carry tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of slaves.

Asta frowned and said worriedly, "If you fight for it, these remaining imperial warlords will not be able to take action, which will put Rus's descendants in a safe situation."

"It is a very important thing to check the regression of those data. At least the resources controlled by a single legion can do that." Saint Amit pondered.

It will also become a little more serious and dignified subconsciously. The cheerful atmosphere of the banquet in the past has lost a little bit of importance because of the arrival of Saint Amit.

Asta and Rado looked at each other.

Above the tribune is the captain of the shield guard, and above that is the imperial guard.

"You know a lot about me, but I don't want to use such means."

A treasure.

Saint Amite's pale golden brows slightly frowned.

"Should we follow the instructions below and spend a little time and energy to explore, or choose to put it aside, or leave it to the people in the war council?"

"It's impossible, but the possibility is not small."

"The Emperor intends to find the lost Primarch and then destroy us." Asta heard footsteps from behind.

Asta spoke again, "So now, the most important question is here. What should you do with that information?"

Memories are like old film reels, passing by Saint Amite one by one.

Russ Fantasy is one of Russ's eight flagships, a real space temple.

But you do have something to hide. Apart from some things involving the secrets of the Legion, Saint Amit has always been a very frank and straightforward person.

The smell of blood always emanates from under me like wisps of smoke. That makes Azkai feel as safe as a hungry shark.

"Is nothing happening?"

...

A hint of surprise flashed across the angel's rough and perfect face.

The banquet started smoothly.

The hull and wings gradually shrank at the tail, turning into a spear-like tip. The low-temperature plasma gushing out of its subspace engine is emitting a dark blue halo in the white void.

Even that ship can be said to be extracted and built from a dead semi-automated city. Only a few staff members are needed to break and unleash the terrifying war firepower of that ship.

"The following records thousands of planets where the Primarch may have fallen, and the source of the estimate is the regression analysis of small data using artificial intelligence."

The curiosity in the little angel's dark pupils was obvious.

Especially since the outbreak of the Emperor War.

Finally.

A beast.

And that is precisely the most difficult point to overcome in the galaxy war. In a few cases, the warships lost along the way will be less than the losses caused in the war. Every resource that wants to be transported to the place where we can play a role will consume ten times or a hundred times its own value.

Saint Amit.

She raised her head, and the strong figure of Russ was reflected in her clear pupils.

He was not born in a shipyard on Mars or Jupiter.

Before a silence.

Ran Dan is reckless on the outside, but thoughtful.

The captain of the Seventh Company, Jiang Hanling, broke the silence.

"Children, you may have to leave for a while if you have nothing to do." Saint Amit said.

Asta and Rado, two excellent commanders in the legion, were studying something.

"Is it a moment of weakness?"

Four imperial guards holding spears and wearing golden armor had been waiting here for a long time.

Saint Amit said, "Jiang Han is a loose alliance, which is the smallest difference between it and the Empire. The Seventh Primarch is a traitor, but I betrayed the Empire rather than humans. And now, the Emperor has not perished, so there is only one way for humans to survive. If you want to fuzzy that point, you can understand my motivation for making such a choice."

The control system inside the Rus Fantasy uses a small amount of secret technology from the White and Dark Technology Era.

"Yes, it's to be relaxed."

Saint Amit was not very lucky to stay with his father. When he returned, the small expedition happened to be in full swing. Every minute and every second, a large number of planets were discovered, and countless fleets fought on the White and Dark Border.

Even if it is a friendly visit between the Primarchs, the main process is to send the information to me first, and then pass the information to the Primarch for decision.

Jiang Hanling's idea is indeed unreasonable. The Emperor is a terrible enemy.

A grand destruction, slowly approaching the end.

Before Saint Amit told a few boring stories about Randan.

"Maybe..."

Even if the enemy has not been defeated, it is still the most terrifying power group facing the Empire now.

We lined up in two rows.

The hatch opened.

That made Rado Longlong feel a sense of crisis.

However, that time, the process obviously bypassed Rado Longlong and excluded the Holy Blood Guard.

Sanguinius was silent for a while, and then said, "They really deserved to die, but I have seen too few similar things, and I have done too few things myself... You are just a little tired."

Those warships may appear at any time in the past and future, in any corner of the galaxy.

"Pull."

We are superhuman warriors built by Jiang Han himself. Our physical fitness surpasses Jiang Han Lingte in all aspects, and the best among them can even fight with the original gene body for a short time and lose.

It has always been difficult to sail in the deep white and dark universe.

Even the most unruly wolf cubs who look up to their elders.

Before a moment of silence.

You first looked at the environment around you, and then set your eyes on the guards behind you.

"No."

While thinking and recalling, the storm bird you were riding escaped into the cabin on the side of the Rus Fantasy. Driven by the servo system, a small amount of white steam gushed out, and the fresh air with the smell of incense inside the Rus Fantasy lingered in the angel's nose.

The atmosphere slowly disappeared.

Saint Amit shook his head, and your slender white knuckles heavily knocked on the curved and shriveled arms. It is hard to imagine that such a beautiful line, when holding the blade, can burst out a weak killing power inferior to the Titan main gun, sweeping through thousands of troops.

You spoke, but your voice was interrupted very quickly.

I am a maverick among the Blood Angels. A small number of warriors will wipe their armor clean with polishing cloth and engine oil before the war. But Jiang Hanling has never done that. I regard these bullet holes and burn marks left under the Terminator armor as a kind of medal without commemorative significance.

So there must be no corresponding organizational structure.

The sound of your footsteps is also like a bunch of hazy light falling from the gap in the forest, which makes people wonder whether it is certain.

That may be an accurate decision.

The Imperial Guards, also known as the Ten Thousand Man Corps.

The star map obtained from the Emperor's mother star records the information of the lost Primarchs.

The teaching and learning work of Saint Amit is the responsibility of the son of the return, Horandan.

Saint Amit hated his outspoken son.

You have this ethereal and penetrating temperament.

Since it is a legion.

Before cleverly changing the subject, Saint Amit attended the banquet hosted by Randan.

But the bad thing is that whether it is Saint Amit or Randan, the emotional intelligence of the two primarchs is very low.

"That's a terrible plan."

I noticed that the change in Saint Amit's mood might have nothing to do with what happened on the Emperor's mother planet.

It is a decoration that needs forehead, Saint Amit himself is not a treasure, the man of Ruth, the symbol of the new empire, the love and glory of all mankind.

"If you think about it from another angle, you might be able to get the answer."

Rather, it was a giant forged from the ores of Terra and the steel of conquered cities, a golden palace that symbolized the majesty of Russ himself.

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"It's Ruth. I invite you to meet later." Saint Amit replied.

The Russ Dream is the limit of human imagination.

The fluttering eagle turned into the bow of the ship, while the sides of the ship were covered with dim statues and war temples.

No matter what, it will be ignored by people, just like the invisible source of light is intermittent, radiating inward from under Saint Amit himself like ripples.

Under the personal escort of Ran Dan, Saint Jiang Hanling boarded the Storm Bird of the Fourth Legion and left from the Hodnig.

Saint Jiang Hanling said, "But that is not a difficult thing to achieve, even if the territory is as vast as an empire, and the omniscient and omnipotent is like your father. The small expedition has still not been able to find the missing original body, and you have not lost several brothers. In."

Your body is much smaller than Yu Yao's Jiang Hanlingte.

He turned sideways and saw the face of his blood relative reflected in the firelight, like a perfect sculpture.

As the chief commander of the Holy Blood Guard, I am quite familiar with the Primarch's actions.

but……

"This is the original body."

"That would be a trap." Azkai said, "I deliberately kept that information, as if I haven't foreseen what choices you will make. You don't hate being led by the enemy. The feeling of walking.”

Ra, Dixon, etc., who were relatively unfamiliar to Saint Amit, were all tribunes in the Forbidden Army, and they were minor figures second only to Marshal Constantine.

But on the contrary, the little angel has a heavy body, and every move is as graceful as a dancer.

When the original body returned to his flagship.

The red tassel on the top of the conical helmet is flying in the steam of the spacecraft engine.

My origins are known, and it was Ruth who personally invited me to join the small cause. Like Master Ma Ka, he is Jiang Han's right-hand man.

laugh!

"That's why I chose to leave that precious information."

The commander of the Forbidden Army is called a marshal, and the current and first marshal is Constantin Varshao.

A little angel wearing simple clothes and without ice-white wings walked out of the cabin.

There was a thoughtful expression on the little angel's face. It was obviously a difficult choice for you to make.

Even as a male, as a Primarch.

Those things are distorted and reliable in subspace.

Above the marshal, there are ten tribunes. Those tribunes are not only superior in combat effectiveness, but they do not have the important responsibility of acting as a microphone for Russ's human transmission.

Just stay close to the little angel himself.