Chapter 900 Malcador: It’s so hard for me

"How many times have I emphasized this to you? You can never rely solely on brute force to educate those guys!" Makado shouted at Yang Cheng with a helpless look on his face.

Yang Cheng, however, looked nonchalant, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and responded: "Malcador, don't underestimate him. I particularly admire Ferrus's determination to challenge me. Not everyone has such courage, so in this situation, I have no way to refuse."

At this moment, the two of them were watching Ferrus being carefully lifted onto the Thunderhawk gunship not far away.

Ferrus was covered in wounds and looked horrible. It was obvious that he had suffered extremely serious injuries.

Malcador could not help but continue to complain: "Look at this poor guy, his whole body is almost shattered, and he also knocked down more than a dozen mountains. The destructive power is really amazing!"

However, Yang Cheng seemed to turn a deaf ear to Malcador's complaints. His gaze remained on Ferrus, and his eyes revealed undisguised admiration.

Malcador could only shake his head helplessly, then sighed and said, "Well... well, even so, judging from Ferrus's current injuries, I'm afraid he will have to rest in bed for half a month before he can officially join the expedition."

After saying this, Malcador waved his hand, signaling the guards beside him to quickly send Ferrus, who was seriously injured both physically and mentally, to the warship in orbit safely.

"Father!"

A cry of surprise resounded in the cabin of the orbital battleship. Gabriel Santo widened his eyes and looked in astonishment at the figure lying in a pool of blood not far away who was being carried onto the battleship by several imperial guards - Ferrus.

Ferrus was covered in blood, with many bones broken, it was a horrible sight.

Gabriel Santo was extremely anxious. He didn't care about anything else and immediately led several company commanders around him to rush to Ferrus.

"Who did this! Father! Tell me who is so cruel to do this! I will use the macro cannon to blow him to ashes!" Gabriel Santo was furious, his eyes were blazing, and he shouted with gritted teeth.

"Uh……"

However, at this time, Ferrus was already barely breathing. He raised his severely injured arm with trembling difficulty, and slowly raised his hand to point at Yang Cheng who was watching the show leisurely on the side.

Seeing this scene, the expression on Gabriel Santo's face froze instantly, as if time had stopped at this moment. After a moment, he came back to his senses, turned his head and looked at Yang Cheng with a dark face, his eyes full of helplessness.

"That's all right, Father..."

Then, Santo began to command the pharmacists in the legion in an orderly manner to rush over and carefully carry Ferrus away for treatment.

At this time, Corax, who had been observing silently from the side, came forward, frowned, and asked softly, "Father... has he always been so cruel?"

Malcador, who was standing nearby, took a sip of the steaming coffee in his hand and replied slowly, "You'll get used to it. He's not really cruel. He just enjoys dueling."

After saying this, Machado took another sip of coffee, his eyes deep and calm, as if he was already accustomed to such scenes.

"Alright, the Primarch of the Tenth Legion has been found. Next, let's go find the Khan."

Yang Cheng was counting the Primarchs he had found. There were 21 Primarchs in total, and he had already found 20. Now the only one missing was Jagatai Khan, the Primarch of the Fifth Legion - the White Scars.

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"There's another brother? Doesn't this mean there's another strong rival competing with me for the position of war commander?"

With a gloomy face, Ryan pulled out the long sword that was deeply inserted into the Nova Commander's chest, and a string of scarlet blood dripped from the sharp tip of the sword.

Hearing the report from his subordinates, his brows furrowed tightly.

"The position of Warmaster belongs only to me, and it can never be that guy Horus!" Ryan roared angrily, his voice shaking the air around him slightly.

"Then, my lord, do we need to take the warships back to Holy Terra and report this matter to His Majesty..." a Space Marine captain asked cautiously.

"No need!" Ryan interrupted the other party rudely, "It's just that my father hasn't seen my glorious military exploits yet. Once he sees it with his own eyes, he will naturally understand that I am much stronger than Horus!"

After saying that, Ryan slowly put the long sword stained with the blood of the Nova soldiers into the scabbard.

Then, he suddenly turned to face the many company commanders beside him, waved his hand, and shouted an order: "Continue the attack! You must capture the capital planet of the Nova Federation within three months!"

At this time, two full years had passed since the war broke out between the Empire and the Nova Federation.

In this long war, the strength of the Nova Federation has been gradually weakened, and the original evenly matched situation no longer exists. Now, the balance of victory in the war is clearly tilting towards the powerful empire.

The vast empire sent out 10 extremely powerful expeditionary fleets, led by 10 Primarchs. They were like sharp arrows shining with cold light, rushing from all directions towards the center of the Nova Federation, which was as important as the heart.

At this moment, this fierce conflict has gone beyond the scope of ordinary war and has evolved into a battle for the supreme glory.

For the other Primarchs, they were more curious about which legion's fleet would be the first to capture the capital planet of the Nova Federation and take home the supreme glory.

Among them, the fleet led by Ryan of the First Legion took the lead and charged forward.

This fleet was like a ferocious beast, sweeping in with tremendous force.

Under Ryan's command, the planets that originally belonged to the Nova Federation changed hands one after another and became the possession of the Empire.

In a short period of time, Ryan has successfully captured thousands of planets.

However, it is worth mentioning that in addition to Lion, several other Primarchs also demonstrated amazing strength and brilliant achievements.

They each led their own fleets and brought one planet after another into the empire's territory.

Although there is competition between these Primarchs, the gap between them is minimal, and everyone has the opportunity to become the final winner and win the honor.

Now, for the Empire's army, this war against the Nova Federation is no longer just a simple military action, but more like a thrilling battle for honor.