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As a fervent imperialist, Man Toulu Mao was educated from a young age by his grandfather, who had participated in the war against Huaxia.

He harbored immense malice, envy, and jealousy towards the people of that land! How could such a pathetic group occupy such a vast territory.

While they, as a superior race, could only live in this confined space.

This was a disgrace to them, but it also served as a test from Amaterasu Omikami.

Upon reaching adulthood, he joined the self-defense forces with unwavering faith. Then, through his fervent devotion to imperialism and rigorous training, he finally became an officer.

Under his command, there was an elite squad of over 40 people.

His subordinates underwent harsh training, eventually being selected as an elite squad by their superiors. His rigorous training was all for the day he could reignite the great war in his heart.

Looking at his home, reduced to ruins by explosions, the rage in his heart burned fiercely. Their Imperium's land was already scarce, and living space was even more limited.

But now, on this only fertile land, there was once again land that would be uninhabitable for the next century.

This made him hate those armored men and demons intensely.

At the same time, he hated the Huaxia people, who occupied the vast and fertile land, even more.

"Sooner or later, I will slaughter everyone on that land."

Quan Tiehua clearly heard Man Toulu Mao's words. Although he couldn't understand Japanese, that was only for ordinary people. Now that he had become an Astartes, and Japanese was the simplest language, he had completely learned it within these few minutes.

Quan Tiehua, understanding the meaning, remained calm. He slowly removed his helmet, revealing a face identical to that of a Huaxia person.

While at times, little idiots and Huaxia people could indeed be indistinguishable. But that was only for foreigners.

For Huaxia people, distinguishing between little idiots and their own countrymen was as easy as recognizing them at a glance. Even if they couldn't tell at first glance, a brief observation would suffice, and they would be almost certain.

After all, the demeanor cultivated by lifelong habits was impossible to imitate.

Quan Tiehua felt he should become a chosen of Khorne. After all, sometimes, when facing certain problems, Khorne's methods were indeed the best.

"Emperor, I'm sorry! But I promise this is the only time," Quan Tiehua silently chanted in his heart.

But if the Emperor could truly hear, he would surely retort, "There are only zero times and countless times!"

He walked slowly out of the ruins with his chainsword, exposed to the elite special forces of these little idiots.

Although his left pauldron and the flesh beneath had been cleaved off, exposing bone. But thanks to the Astartes' formidable healing abilities, the bleeding had completely stopped, and even some muscle tissue had begun to grow and slowly cover the wound.

Quan Tiehua slowly placed his helmet on the nearby ruins. He extended a finger to wipe the dust off the Aquila emblem he had privately added.

He stood up and looked at the little idiots who were warily watching him.

Recalling the words he had just spoken, and the scene that had unfolded with Papatyr in the Yasukuni Shrine.

For some reason, the muscles on both sides of his face twitched violently, causing a bloodthirsty smile to appear on his lips.

"Come! You brats! Let me crush you in the name of the heroes!"

Familiar, rough Chinese came from his mouth. This startled the group of little idiots. When they first met, all the little idiots had seen Quan Tiehua's Asian face. After a closer look, they noticed his calm yet resolute and broad-chested demeanor.

This kind of temperament, they had only seen in one ethnicity.

That was Huaxia people!

As elites of their squad, they understood the principle of knowing oneself and the enemy to win every battle, and for the sake of participating in the holy war in the future, they had desperately studied Huaxia culture.

Therefore, everyone could understand Quan Tiehua's Chinese.

"Baga yaro!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang--

A person they considered an inferior race had detonated a nuclear bomb in their country, causing such severe destruction.

And most importantly, their strength was immense. Their technology surpassed this era. He already felt fear in his heart.

This also severely damaged their pride and arrogance, especially seeing the terrifying height and the ravenous chainsword in his hand. For some reason, the faint fear that arose in their hearts instantly turned into rage.

Their fingers pulled the triggers, and they roared with ferocious expressions, "Die! Chi..."

But in the next second, something that shocked and terrified them happened. Quan Tiehua turned sideways, using his right pauldron to block half his face, and slowly walked towards them.

The bullets hit him without even scratching the paint, scattering to the sides.

But they did not retreat; instead, they fired desperately, and some even threw grenades.

With an explosion, shrapnel struck the Plasteel armor, and then... it was useless.

As the towering giant walked towards them step by step, for some reason, the fear and despair in their hearts grew.

Even their marksmanship, which was usually perfect as elite soldiers, became somewhat erratic at this moment.

Screeeech--

The switch on the chainsword was pressed, and a roaring sound erupted.

He took two steps forward, swung his sword, and three little idiots were cut in half, their entrails splattering on the ground like a kaleidoscope in a dyeing vat.

The other little idiots trembled with fear, their eyes filled with despair.

Seeing this scene, Man Toulu Mao directly removed his helmet! He raised his bayonet-fixed spear and shouted, "Tenno Heika, banzai!"

With that shout, he charged forward, clutching several grenades with their pins pulled in one hand.

Quan Tiehua had just bisected a little idiot when he saw a leader among the little idiots charging right at him.

He directly grabbed the little idiot's head in a reverse grip, lifted him up like a chick, and violently impaled his throat on a protruding rebar in the nearby ruins! Then, with a forceful sideways pull, half of his neck was torn off. The movement continued along the edge of the broken stone slab, severing the entire neck.

The head rolled to the side like a ball! At the same time, several grenades from his hand tumbled to Quan Tiehua's feet.

Seeing this, Quan Tiehua didn't hesitate to kick them towards the group of little idiots. Don't forget the reaction speed of the Astartes; they could completely kick the grenades away before they exploded.

RUMBLE-

Several consecutive explosions sent more than half of the over 40 little idiots flying. The remaining dozen instantly broke down, dropping their weapons and shouting as they tried to flee.

Quan Tiehua followed them leisurely, subconsciously reaching for the Bolter at his waist, but then he suddenly remembered the limited ammunition.

He then picked out a relatively intact assault rifle from the pile of corpses, but due to his physique, he could only grip the stock with two or three fingers.

A dozen shots later, those fleeing little idiots permanently vanished from the world.

"All units, new combat orders! Once everyone is assembled, begin withdrawing towards the southwest! Anyone encountered along the way... leave no one alive!"