Chapter 163 03.0162: "Boy, I have crushed more enemies of the Emperor than you have eaten grains of salt!"

Brother Taronos is a renowned and renowned warrior of the Blood Angels.

He had accompanied the glorious Gene-Father Sanguinius during the legendary Great Crusade, bringing punishment upon the enemies of the Imperium and reclaiming countless star systems.

During the Great Rebellion, he and his father fought against evil spirits in the Battle of Signus, and witnessed the brief period of peace during the Second Empire.

He then escorted the Gene-Father to the Lion's Gate, and guarded the Terran Palace with the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Fists, and the Lucifer Black Guards.

Seeing his father, an archangel, punch Angron and stomp Kabanha with his own eyes was an inspiring feat.

He also experienced the great pain of his father's death on the Vengeful Spirit.

But the great sorrow failed to break the fighter's will.

This dedicated veteran of the Long War still serves the Empire.

Until the Heavenfall War, when he was hit by a War Walker Light Lance cannon by the abominable Eldar aliens in a blood-thirsty fight.

The aliens used this powerful anti-vehicle weapon that was enough to destroy a Titan to directly attack the Talonos monk who was in front of them, almost annihilating his entire body.

The Talonos monk who had fought for ten thousand years fell.

When he thought he could finally follow the father of genes and go far away, he opened his eyes again.

This time, he found that he had an extremely large body.

From the day he was awakened, he became one with this furious and fearless adamantite sarcophagus.

He embarked on a journey to continue to be loyal to the Emperor and to avenge the Father of Genes.

With a body of steel, he boarded the Blade of Vengeance and became one of the main offensive forces of the Second Company of the Blood Angels.

In the eyes of the world, Talonos is known for his dislike of sleep and his love of art, which forms a huge and sharp contrast with his ferocity in battle.

Even though he became a dreadnought mecha, he still used his seemingly clumsy big iron hands to continue sculpting and painting, a hobby he had developed since he followed the Father of Genes.

Many of these works were even approved by Dante himself, and were placed in the Temple of Sanguinius in the palaces of Baal and Terra, where they were worshipped as statues of the Father of Genes.

He was one of the few men to have seen the Gene-Father in person, and the statue of Sanguinius he crafted was famous throughout Baal and the Empire.

In the 41st year, he continues to shine for the followers of Sanguinius.

And just now, the two statues of Saint Guinness, which he had spent countless efforts and hundreds of years to create, were destroyed by these damn evil spirits.

They were to be sent to Holy Terra and exhibited in the Holy Procession during the Festival of Sanguinius.

But now, these exquisite full-body sculptures have been turned into a pile of broken plaster fragments due to the violent and blasphemous smashing.

He was furious, not only because his hard work had been destroyed, but because they had destroyed it.

It was the face of his father.

This brought back Talonos' tragic memories of the day when the Gene-Father died.

Looking at the broken statue, he felt heartbroken as if his beloved father had been killed twice in front of his eyes.

"No forgiveness! No mercy! All of you will die for your blasphemy! You all must, die!!!!"

He wielded his furious claw to engage the Skullsworn Champion, while the heavy artillery on his other arm fired and swung its barrel.

Every time it swept past, the body felt like being hit by a high-speed rotating hammer and was directly deformed.

These Blood God minions will see today the Blood Angels in a rage that is even more terrifying than the Black Rage.

This anger was called: the anger of smashing the statue of his most beloved father, which he had spent hundreds of years making piece by piece, in front of the ancient warrior of the Ten Thousand Years of Holy Blood.

Iron hands and heavy artillery swung at the Skull-Oath Champion warriors who were rushing towards them.

The whistling power axe was dodged by this huge dreadnought at a speed that was inconsistent with its size.

The other axe hit, but was blocked by the thick steel plate.

Even with the decomposition force field lingering around, the width of the axe blade was not enough to cut through such a thick iron limb.

Brother Talonos didn't care how many scars there were on this iron body, as their dense number was the mark of a warrior.

For the Dreadnought, as long as it does not harm the operator in the adamantium sarcophagus, no matter how badly the limbs are damaged, the skilled technical sergeants can quickly repair them.

Brother Talonos suddenly raised his arm and used his immense strength to pull the power axe stuck in the champion's limb out of his hand.

At the same time, its huge body, which is impossible to dodge, rushes forward, squeezing the opponent's fighting distance.

In the crowded corridor, the minions and subordinates beside the Skullsworn Champion not only failed to provide him with cover, but also squeezed his maneuvering space. Just as Brother Talonos expected.

Every time the Skullsworn Champion dodged, he would knock down other Astartes, and the scarlet claws were closing in on him. The Skullsworn Champion was horrified to find that no matter what moves he made, his opponent would immediately counterattack as if he had seen nothing.

Every move is enough to prove that this fearless machine is extremely experienced in combat. It is just short of shouting "Killing you is as easy as crushing an ant."

The chaotic invaders were like air to the huge dreadnought.

No matter how Brother Talonos maneuvers, evades and crushes many people to death, they are all slaves of the Blood God.

He was like a martial saint on earth, charging forward alone to drive away all the enemies in the entire corridor.

The Champion of Khorne was like a baby in swaddling clothes in front of him. He could not only fight him with one hand, but also kill the enemies nearby who wanted to miss him.

The Khorne Champion was sweating.

"Damn it! Go to hell! I am the real warrior!" He was so angry that he swung the power axe with both hands and chopped towards the middle of the platinum sarcophagus.

A terrifying red light flashed through the observation mirror on the Dreadnaught Sarcophagus.

Bang!
With a dull thud, a huge, furious claw clamped down on the Khorne champion.

"Boy."

Brother Talonos grabbed the Champion of Khorne in his hand and held it horizontally in front of him.

"I have served the Emperor as long as he walks the earth. If I could still hammer in the nails of service, I would have no more."

His claws began to exert force, and the ceramsite armor on the body of the Khorne champion began to crack.

Under the tremendous force, the arrogant Khorne champion warrior howled in pain.

The Fearless lifted off the brass helmet of the Khorne Champion, revealing his face covered in crimson bloodstains.

"And you, the immature brats, think you are invincible just because you have undergone genetic surgery."

All the bones of the Khorne champion were shattered instantly. Brother Talonos used his superb skills to cause great pain to his body and mind, destroying the champion's will.

"But compare to me. I have crushed more enemies of the Emperor than you, a damned traitor, have eaten a grain of salt!"

Gada!

"Ah! Ah!!!"

The entire body of the Khorne Champion became twisted and deformed, his blood and flesh were squeezed into minced meat, and squeezed out of the iron claws in four streams like sausages.

The remaining upper torso of the heretic was shoved roughly into the shrapnel cannon on Furious's right arm, and heart-wrenching screams were still coming from the barrel, as if there was a tortured guy inside the loudspeaker.

This brutal punishment frightened the Skullsworn Astartes in front of him.

They were well aware of the strength of this champion warrior, and anyone who dared to disobey or challenge him died under his axe.

And at this moment, even such an invincible strong man only took two moves...? ?

He was crushed into a pulp by this scarred, old and broken Furious and Dreadnaught.

[Could it be a true Blood Angels veteran of the Eternal War?!]
The heretics were shocked, but even more excited.

Their crazy belief in the Blood God drove them to shout and fight fiercely, rushing up to fight him in single combat.

But the absolute disparity in strength turned the duel to please the Blood God into a fight in which everyone rushed forward to die and was beaten into a pool of rotten meat.

The Blood God doesn't care. He doesn't care who dies.

As the supreme embodiment of the ultimate violence and courage, He only desires wonderful battles that make Him feel happy.

This is one of the reasons why He kept these slaves.

Even if the winner is a Blood Angel, He will still let out a hideous and terrifying laugh on the brass throne.

Click.

As the automatic loader reloads the fragments in the ammunition belt, it is ready.

boom!
The blood-stained shells, with bloody fragments and deep fear, killed all the invaders who desecrated the statue of Sanguinius.

The traitors' howls echoed throughout the corridors of the Blade of Vengeance.

The only inconvenience for Brother Talonos was that he might have to remove part of the hatch in order to kill all the enemies retreating inside.

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(End of this chapter)