Chapter 368 The Warmaster’s Trial 4

"Watch to the right!"

Fulgrim's voice sounded, followed by a slashing blow.

A bloody human head was cut off neatly, and the dirty, muddy blood sprayed all over Fulgrim's purple armor.

"The emergence of these heretics is simply blaspheming the great empire!"

Fulgrim was like a graceful dancer, his body shuttled between the Demon Guards, and with every move he could easily cut open the bodies of these Demon Guard members, and then kill them.

"boom!"

A Dreadnought-like thing rushed out from the side, and the fierce firepower shattered countless Space Marines into pieces.

This thing made a roar like a creature, and the weapons equipped on its arms gave the Space Marines a lot of trouble.

The filthy and disgusting thing rushed in front of Perturabo and tried to knock him to the ground.

"Father! Be careful!"

A war blacksmith from the Iron Warriors Legion wearing power armor rushed out from the team, thrusting his sharp power sword straight towards a piece of flesh that resembled the filthy creature.

He was so small in front of this tall figure, but he still stabbed the filthy thing in the direction of the filthy thing with his power sword without hesitation.

The sword tip sank into the flesh, and the tall monster turned the gun tip and attacked the Space Marines of the Iron Warriors Legion.

"boom!"

As soon as the monster turned around, a bloody hole was suddenly blown out of its chest, and countless maggot-covered internal organs and black blood flowed out of it.

“Well done”

Perturabo looked at the Space Marine of the Iron Warriors Legion.

"What's your name?"

"Dantioch, Barabas Dantioch, one of your war lords, the great Primarch"

"You did a good job, follow me."

Perturabo led his hoop droid in front, followed by the Terminator veterans, and then countless Space Marines.

Hundreds of demon guards have been slaughtered, but there are still more demon guards rushing out of the abyss-like palace.

"Wasting time here is not an option. Keep moving forward and kill the enemy leader first."

Horus prepared to go to the battlefield, and the Primarch Guard beside him, led by Abaddon, followed Horus closely.

Thunderhawks bearing the logo of the Luna Wolf Legion soared in the sky, and with the roar of their engines, dozens of Thunderhawks began to rush to the battlefield.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

The frontal assault force led by Lorgar had broken through a tiny enemy defense system, but at the cost of scrapping the auxiliary forces of at least three Titan legions.

At this time, it has been nearly a few weeks since the war started, but the flow rate in the outside world is only a few seconds.

Luojia led the Titan Army and the Word Bearers Army to break through to the palace. At this time, he was still complacent about his victory. Little did he know that if Yang Cheng had not deliberately lowered the difficulty, Luojia would still be fighting with countless pregnant women at this moment. The Legion of Speakers fills in the lines.

The Titans collapsed the last wall blocking the way, but what they encountered were the defenses erected by these demon soldiers.

A weapon similar to a general cannon opened fire. The terrifying power hit a warrior-class Titan with bursts of red light. The Titan's void shield instantly overloaded, causing an explosion. Another Titan fell to the advancing Titan. On the road.

In this short period of thousands of kilometers, countless divine machines have fallen on the way forward. The fortresses built by the enemy are like bloodthirsty piranhas tearing apart the bodies of Titans greedily, destroying one fortress and countless fortresses. Waiting for them.

"Fire!"

The high temperature of the plasma corroded the enemy's rotten-smelling flesh, and countless enemies were melted alive before they even had time to scream.

At this time, Perturabo led the Terminators to the depths of the palace. Most of the places here were empty, leaving only piles of rotting corpses.

The lighting inside the palace has failed, and the wall surfaces have been replaced by slippery and crawling organic matter and mushroom-like objects.

Perturabo walked like this, his armored boots making a splashing sound as he passed by the lowlands in the filth, creaking in time with his steps.

"how's it going?"

Perturabo's tall body was very obvious among the team. He stared coldly at the dark road ahead and then asked.

"Your Majesty said that the enemy who is directing the battle is staying deep in the palace..."

Just as Perturabo was observing everything, an inexplicable whisper came from the darkness, and then as if passing through a trumpet, the sound was infinitely amplified, and the terrifying sound waves even shattered the helmets of the Space Marines.

"Fell into a trap!"

Perturabo looked around him. The originally dark wall became distorted, and black shadows slowly emerged one after another under the wall.

"boom!"

A Space Marine's head exploded together with his helmet. Some weaker Space Marines could not withstand this terrifying sound wave.

"Shoot to the side!"

As Perturabo spoke, he aimed the missile launcher at the wall, and then opened fire quickly.

The dense missiles penetrated the wall, and then exploded inside the wall.

A corner of the palace wall was blown open, and a dazzling sunlight shone in through the gap.

"Illusions created by witchcraft? What a dirty and despicable method."

Perturabo snorted under his helmet, and then looked around.

At this moment, I was in a circular hall, surrounded by countless members of the Demon Guard holding spears and shields, conservatively estimated to be close to thousands.

They surrounded Perturabo and others in a circular formation. On the other side of the Demon Guard was a tall black shadow. This black shadow was somewhat similar to Perturabo. Its golden armor was covered with a layer of turbid subspace. Corroded by power, beneath the helmet is a twisted, festering face.

"I am the chosen one of the Four Gods, Ron"

A hoarse and deep voice sounded from under the golden and black helmet.

"Whatever you are, your end has come, and the divine wrath of the Emperor is coming!"

Countless Space Marines raised their weapons and then pointed them at Ron.

"No, you don't think you broke in on your own, do you?"

Before Ron finished speaking, more demon warriors appeared from the dark corners, weapons with blasphemous symbols aimed at Perturabo and his party.

"Another of your companions is fighting fiercely in the outer palace, and another one is leading the Titans to break through the defense line outside the palace."

Ron said as he raised his weapon and pointed at Perturabo.

"They will accompany you right away. Your so-called attack seems to me to be full of loopholes..."

"Crack! Crack!"

There were bursts of glass shattering, and Space Marines bearing the logo of the Luna Wolf Legion descended from the sky.