Chapter 490 - Titus, go stop that Primarch Khan!
The roar and shriek of the attacking engines were like a tsunami.
And Titus stood in front of all the enemies like a reef, not moving an inch.
The legendary iron halo force field behind him blocked most of the broken crystal bullets and poison needles, and more force fields were activated, and even the laser beams were refracted.
With the generosity of the Father of Genes, this warrior had at least three legendary force field weapons and many disposable defense measures.
He was a top-level krypton gold warrior, and he was strong enough.
"Damn, what's wrong with this monkey?!"
The dark Eldar vanguard team that rushed over on the raider motorcycles were stunned when they saw this scene.
The weapons on their motorcycles could not break through the defense of the human monkeys, and the defense of the other side's armor was stronger than most heavy vehicles.
But this could not stop them. No matter how powerful the force field and armor were, they could not stop the close-range power weapons.
The raider motorcycles slid past Titus at high speed, trying to tear the armor and flesh of the human warrior with the gravity claws installed on the edge!
However, their expectations were dashed.
Titus was like a fearless giant beast, and he shook off all the attacks.
He blew up the vehicle and the driver with a punch, and the flying fragments hit the vehicles next to him, forming a chain reaction.
Explosions continued to occur along with the fierce blows.
The nightmare warriors of the Dark Eldar were not to be outdone.
They jumped from the motorcycles like flexible dancers, and the deformed and hideous power weapons such as the Painer and the Half-Clav Blade slashed at the enemy's weaknesses at a tricky angle.
Unfortunately, Titus was more flexible than them, and the combat dagger and power sword in his hand were wielded tightly.
Each blow could take away the enemy's limbs or life.
"Monkey, you underestimated us..."
The five nightmare warriors looked at each other, whooshed and whooshed several backflips to distance themselves, and then reorganized the formation and rushed over.
The power weapons in their hands attacked at the same time, not giving the human warrior any chance to dodge.
Titus was not at all flustered.
He just clenched the power sword with both hands, and then swung it out with a precise horizontal slash.
The Primarch's weapon "Glory" was so sharp.
This blow directly cut off all the power weapons that were slashing, and five heads flew up with it.
The corpses fell to the ground with a plop, and the blood sprayed dyed his armor red.
Such an attack made the momentum of the vanguard team stagnate.
The motorcycles turned around and moved away from the warrior.
They realized that they could not deal with this warrior, even if they tried their best.
So, the vanguard team retreated and prepared to attack with the main force.
Soon, a large number of clawed horrors and aether hounds attacked, mixed with dark Eldar warriors and flesh engines.
They drowned Titus like a tide.
"Can he... withstand so many attacks?"
Maris followed Ron and hid in a force field barrier, constantly attacking the small-scale troops that attacked.
She felt suffocated just by watching this scene, and was very worried about the situation of the human bodyguard.
Now that the warrior has attracted most of the attention, if he dies, no one can stop the armed forces of the pursuit team.
"Based on the current situation, it's not a big problem."
Ron threw out a gravity wave blocking device, temporarily blocking a wave of attacks.
The hunting armed forces of the Black Heart Conspiracy chose the wrong means and actually wanted to use human wave tactics to deal with Titus.
But for the Chosen of Khorne, the more enemies he has, the more powerful he is. He is swimming in the tide of greenskins and demons!
If they fight like this now, Khorne's old Deng may secretly recharge Titus in the subspace and give him more power.
I hope this warrior can fight more vigorously.
Or let the desire for killing devour his will and corrode him.
But Ron was not worried that Titus would be corrupted by chaos. That guy was so determined that the final result would most likely be nothing.
He knew how to do this.
As expected, Titus fought more and more bravely in the enemy's frenzy, plowing a path of flesh and blood.
He even used the enemy's body to block more venom and decomposition lasers.
A giant "Kronos" parasitic engine was roaring, and its parasitic body was a trainer who had been transformed by flesh and blood. It was he who drove these beasts.
He stretched out his soul probe to suck out the human slaves hanging on his body, and injected himself with more liquid medicine and adrenaline.
"Monkey, it's nothing for you to kill my servants."
This flesh and blood engine fell into a violent state.
He walked towards Titus with a grin, waving a large number of hooks and chains, and pus and blood syringes and liquefied guns were ready to go: "I am invulnerable, and the power of the soul surrounds me!"
Titus's helmet visor was cut in half by the sharp barbs.
He looked at the alien abomination, his face becoming increasingly gloomy, his eyes filled with anger.
"Died, alien!"
The warrior cut off the attacking tentacles, jumped up and pounced on the alien abomination, clasping his hands and hammering again and again.
The flesh engine went out of control and ran around everywhere, trampling the clawed terrors and ether hounds along the way to death.
"No, let me go!"
The ugly and deformed head of the flesh engine screamed in pain, and various weapons were waving to cause more casualties. Some unlucky dark elves were hit by the barbs and were hooked and swung around in the sky.
Some were hit by special weapons and turned into liquid.
"For the father of genes!"
Titus gnashed his teeth and roared in a low voice.
He pressed the ugly head of the alien abomination with his hands on the left and right, and kept exerting force, and finally crushed the head of the alien abomination.
The huge body of flesh and blood also collapsed.
The warrior continued to fight, becoming more and more courageous, and limbs and flesh flew everywhere.
But the dark elves were not a race without wisdom or frenzy like greenskins and demons.
After more support arrived, they quickly changed their fighting style, pulling away and using the firepower of large vehicles to attack.
"Hiss, I can't hold it anymore..."
Ron reluctantly injected himself with a recovery potion and a highly concentrated soul potion to repair the rotten hole in his shoulder.
He could sense that the balance of victory had already tipped towards the Dark Eldar Hunting Team.
Titus was having less and less room to maneuver, and the defense line he and Maris had built was even more shaky.
"Is that the end?"
Ron sighed, ready to tell Titus to run away, as his clone was probably doomed.
Perhaps he had to review Comoros' plan and start from scratch.
That would undoubtedly be a huge loss.
At this time, a more dangerous situation occurred.
Titus was restrained by several flesh engines, and the decomposition pulse on the Ripper anti-tank sailboat was also ready to go.
That was a powerful weapon that could destroy a super-heavy tank!
At such a critical moment.
Ron suddenly discovered that there was a commotion on the Dark Eldar Hunting Team's side, and even the weapons on the Ripper sailboat had turned around.
He heard a nervous Eldar shout: "Damn it, the ghost warrior is coming..."
"Quick, stop that ghost!"
On the Ripper sailboat, the Archon of the Hunting Team shouted in panic.
That was a horror legend circulating in Comoros. Several conspiracy groups were destroyed by the attacks of ghost warriors.
There was no way to resist it.
Now, they were about to face that terrible existence!
Like everyone else, Ron looked at an area where a powerful engine roared.
A shadow reflecting white light came, with a hint of red behind it.
Then, he saw the other person's appearance clearly.
In the distance was an armored warrior driving a void motorcycle, more than three meters tall, wearing a red cloak and a long beard.
A powerful breath came to his face.
The tall warrior was the original body of the White Scar of the Fifth Legion, the war eagle of Chogoris - Chagatai Khan!
Ron had seen the statue of the original body of Khan in the Square of Heroes, just to his left, shorter than himself.
But the original body was actually taller, just like a human-shaped fearless, driving a void motorcycle - Moon Dragon, with a momentum of riding a horse on the grassland.
Unstoppable!
He looked at this scene and was quite excited: "Okay, okay, the Emperor bless us, our helpers are here."
I have to say, I am really lucky.
The screams of fear and grief from the Dark Eldar continued to be heard.
The Khan drove the ancient vehicle called Moon Dragon and rushed through the Webway, crushing the enemies along the way into meat paste, and heads kept flying.
Even the attack of decomposition pulse was disintegrated by the strange power.
This Primarch has psychic power no less than Mortarion.
After the great rebellion, many soldiers of the Empire accepted psychic power and used it to deal with the warp and aliens.
Only Guilliman was more stubborn.
But he also used psychic power in another form, that is, the Emperor's Sword.
"Destroy him!"
The Archon of the pursuit team ordered more attacks, and those tearer sailboats aimed all their weapons at the Primarch.
But the Primarch took out a large bolt weapon.
The large bolt weapon looked like a small pistol in his big hand, but the attack it launched destroyed the Ripper sailboat that was about to launch a dark matter pulse.
It was an ancient technology weapon that could be traced back to the Dark Technology Age. It could fire atomic ammunition and various bullets such as heat and electromagnetic rays.
Nothing could stop the Primarch's charge, and even the flesh engine was easily disintegrated.
The Khan rushed straight to the enemy's command vehicle like a high-speed cavalry on the grassland.
He jumped high, and then a white light flashed, and the Primarch armed with the White Tiger Sword cut down the turret.
His figure was on the sailboat in an instant, and he kept rushing, rushing, and rushing again.
So fast that only a residual image was left!
When the Primarch killed from the stern to the bow and returned to the Moon Dragon that was rushing forward, he was already holding the Archon's head in his hand.
The Archon still maintained a horrified look, and seemed not to realize that he had been killed.
This is Khan's fighting style, destroying the enemy with a continuous high-speed charge!
In just a few minutes.
The entire Dark Eldar hunting team collapsed, and no one dared to face the ghost warrior or the Primarch.
The members of the hunting team gave up the operation, and the remaining warriors fled in fear.
But many people still couldn't stop the arrival of the god of death.
They couldn't escape Yuelong's terrifying speed, and the white tiger sword easily took off their heads.
No frills, great power and unpretentious high-speed slashes.
Leave them no room for escape.
"Khan is indeed the primarch with the highest combat power. He is simply a humanoid killing machine. I don't know how many years he has been killing aliens in the webway..."
Ron looked at the scene in the distance with emotion.
In any case, the combat effectiveness of the original body is at the forefront of the galaxy and subspace, and it is simply not something that ordinary armies can resist.
If you use your essence, it will be like a god descending to earth.
Of course, except for his parallel-imported original body, although he has a special attack on subspace demons, he is not very capable of fighting in the real universe.
The main thing to get out of the Galaxy is your power.
Khan is so powerful, it seems that he should be able to kill all the aliens here, leaving almost no possibility of escape.
However, before Ron could be happy, he suddenly realized a problem.
There is no mistake. One post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!
That is, he seems to be an alien now, and he is also among the targets of Khan's attack...
He soon saw that Khan was riding the moon dragon and turned into a white light coming towards this side, and the cloak floating behind him became increasingly scarlet.
"It's broken, Khan is here to kill his alien leader!"
Everyone in Ron was numb.
As a target, he is very eye-catching. He is tall and elegant. At first glance, he looks like a high-ranking figure in the Dark Eldar Tribe.
That original body couldn't let him go!
Ron glanced at Titus, the genetic heir who had returned to him at some point, with earnest eyes.
Probably:
"Baby, I'll leave this to you. Go and stop the original Khan and save your father!"
The genetic descendant's original body and legendary weapons should be able to block Khan for a period of time, and there is room for maneuver.
Titus noticed the gaze of the Gene Father, and his usually resolute and determined expression also fluctuated, almost breaking down.
It probably means: "Ah, me? I'm going to fight a legendary primarch?!"
All Space Marines in the Imperium of Man have a strong admiration for the original body, like the relationship between father and son.
Even when Titus saw the statues of loyal Primarchs such as Sanguinius, he couldn't help but salute and worship them.
When he was enjoying the great health care travel package in Holy Terra, he also made a special trip to the Square of Heroes in the Royal Palace to see and worship the icons of all the loyal Primarchs.
Among them is Khan, the genetic father of the White Scars and the original body.
Now, he has to fight that original body?
Titus hesitated.
But that was the order of his genetic father, and as a descendant, he had to obey it.
The warrior took a deep breath and stood in front of the Gene Father without hesitation, facing the original body.
He could feel his heart beating faster, his blood boiling, and there was a faint force encouraging him to fight.
"Honor is destiny, I am never afraid of fighting..."
Titus tightened his grip on the power sword Glory.
He stared closely at the original body Khan who was attacking with the moon dragon, and thought silently in his heart.
The warrior did not flinch due to the pressure of the original body, and still maintained a fierce fighting spirit.
No matter who the opponent is, the only thing is fighting.
Until death!
Khan seemed to feel the fighting will of the traitor warrior in front of him, and he suddenly flicked his tail and got off the moon dragon.
He didn't want his precious ride to be damaged in battle.
The Primarch and Titus drew their bolt weapons one after the other, running and firing, but neither could hit the other or break the defense of the force field.
They all realized this and retracted their long-range weapons.
"Traitor, you are quite capable."
Khan pulled out the White Tiger Sword and lit up the force field: "Can you tell me why you betrayed the empire?"
Titus remained silent, just watching the primarch's movements.
He felt the greatest pressure in his life and did not dare to relax at all, not to mention that he had to keep a secret.
The next moment, light blue and white lights intertwined.
The two warriors clashed in an instant, and the force field created a violent electric arc between the collisions, and then the two sides distanced themselves again.
Titus' breathing became rapid and he continued to maintain his fighting posture.
A piece of the armor on his shoulders was also shaved off, revealing the blackened mechanical structure.
The original body was so fast that he almost cut off his own head.
The fighter chose a more intense style of play.
He rushed forward to block the White Tiger's sword, forced himself into close combat, and hammered the original body's head with his fist.
Khan noticed something from the battle just now, and his expression had an inexplicable meaning.
He raised his hand to block the traitor's fist and hit the opponent's head with his headbutt.
Titus' head suddenly roared after being hit hard, but he was not to be outdone and gave the original body a headbutt.
But the original body remained motionless and knocked it away with one kick.
Khan touched his red forehead and stared at Titus who got up with blood on his head and vomited blood:
"Are you... a descendant of Guilliman?"
His inspiration detected the traitor's identity.
But some are not sure enough about the opponent's bloodline.
What's more important is that the opponent is wearing the weapons that his original brother Guilliman used when he was young, and his emblem is also hidden.
"What is going on? There are no traces of depravity on his body..."
Khan, the wise ruler who once unified the grasslands, pondered the possibilities, but had no clue.
He launched a flurry of attacks, trying to force out something:
"Tell me the truth, why do you side with the aliens, and what happened to your father, the Primarch Guilliman?"
This Primarch admires the truth of the Empire and hates the existence of aliens most. His ideal is to eliminate all aliens in the galaxy.
The behavior of the heir of the Ultimate Primarch obviously aroused his anger.
Titus did not answer, but responded silently to the Primarch's offensive and attacked.
However, his only result was to leave a mark on the original body's armor, and his own armor was already scarred, with several wounds left.
Such is the difference between a Space Marine and a Primarch.
Of course, if he really wants to fight hard, although he cannot defeat the original body, he may not be able to hurt the opponent.
It just might cost your life.
Fortunately, the order given to him by the father of genes was just to delay time.
Buzz~
Khan knocked away the traitor warrior's power sword and grabbed the weapon called Glory, his genetic brother's weapon.
After that, he put his white tiger sword on the opponent's neck.
"Maybe I should end your life."
Khan was losing his patience.
But the next moment, he seemed to have received some message and took a deep look at Titus and the two aliens.
The primarch hesitated.
After a few seconds, he put away Glory and the White Tiger Sword, turned around and drove away on the Moon Dragon.
Seeing this, Titus breathed a sigh of relief.
He finally completed the task assigned by the father of genes and lived up to his expectations.
This warrior looked a little depressed. Unfortunately, he was still not strong enough and lost the weapon given by the father of genes.
"Titus, you are good enough."
Ron came over to help the genetic heir and comforted him softly: "That is the original body after all. Being able to do all this is an incomparable honor."
He patted the other party's shoulder and said softly with his spiritual power:
"It's okay if Khan doesn't return your sword. I'll take you to pick one out of the imperial regent's arsenal!"
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When Titus heard this, his depressed mood almost stopped.
Ron looked towards the direction Khan left and frowned slightly.
What we just did was indeed a bit risky, but there was nothing we could do about it.
Fortunately, I knew the Khan well enough to know that the guy was not that reckless, so I dared to let Titus stop him.
Come and keep this clone vest.
Ron took advantage of Titus' time to stop Khan and contacted the Emperor.
He asked the old man to use his spiritual power to contact Khan and prevent him from attacking him.
The Emperor has been drooling over Comoros for a long time, and he is simply more anxious than himself.
He just barely got up from the golden toilet and got on it himself.
Of course, it was impossible to let his filial sons ruin Ron's plan.
But that's only temporary.
Khan has his own thoughts, and he has to persuade the other party to join his actions in the future, so as not to affect his plan.
Any Primarch in the Empire has a strength that cannot be ignored, and is able to mobilize huge military forces.
What's more, he still needs the help of the original body.
The opponent's fighting style is most suitable for chasing down the supreme overlord Victor at the critical moment of the decisive battle.
Now, his own clone of the Primarch of Hope has brought the White Scars to the Webway to find his father.
I will soon have on-the-ground contact with Khan and try to communicate.
…
Ron took Titus and Marys and continued along the webway, heading towards a secret base.
However, while passing through a narrow network passage, they unfortunately encountered a pursuit force, whose strength was not much different from the previous force.
They are a subsidiary cabal of the Black Heart Cabal.
"Quick, the descendants of Asuman are escaping over there!"
The pursuit force struggled through the narrow passage and chased in a certain direction.
"Sir, this is..."
Maris stared blankly at the cabal warriors and war vehicles passing by one after another, but turned a blind eye to herself.
"Oh, this is the conspiracy that I have recharged heavily. The souls I spent were enough to buy all of their lives."
Ron stood on the side of the road, smiling as he watched the conspiracy group's pursuit team leave.
I can't help it, I gave too much.
Whoosh——
A certain Dark Eldar warrior who was driving a flesh engine and moving carefully accidentally let a tentacle sweep across the area in front of the descendant of the noble Asurman.
He immediately retracted his tentacles, swallowed, and saluted and apologized:
"Lord Asuman, please...please forgive my rudeness!"
