Let Me Taste First!

"Kill! For Russ and the All-Father!"

"Kill!"

The warriors on both sides also began close-quarters combat.

The Space Wolves warriors, relying on their exquisite close-combat skills and proficient control of their weapons, engaged in a fierce struggle with the heavily armored warriors of the World Eaters.

Every clash was accompanied by the sharp sound of metal colliding and sparks flying, the air filled with the heavy scent of blood.

"Primarch, aren't we going in?" Salpador asked Francis anxiously.

"What's the hurry? Are the things I asked you to prepare ready?"

Seeing Salpador nod, Francis continued, "Didn't you see the Space Wolves getting closer and closer to Angron? Just watch for a bit, and we'll play the heroes who save the wolves."

Salpador looked confused. "But Primarch Leman Russ has the upper hand, why do you say he'll lose?"

"You only see the situation, but you don't understand people's hearts at all. Leman Russ is going easy, and he's going to mess up soon." Francis shook his head.

Just as Francis predicted, the Space Wolves didn't want to get bogged down in a protracted fight with the World Eaters, while the World Eaters fought individually without any coordination.

Soon, small groups of Space Wolves temporarily defeated them.

With a fierce clash, the chainsword axe in Angron's hand collided with Leman Russ's great axe in mid-air, erupting in a deafening roar.

This collision was so powerful that Angron couldn't withstand it. His weapons flew out of his hands and soared into the distance.

"I'll beat you even without a weapon!"

Leman Russ roared upon seeing this and also threw down his weapon.

Instantly.

Angron became like an enraged beast. His muscles swelled in anger, and every punch, every kick contained the power to destroy mountains.

"Roar roar roar!"

He lunged forward like a moving mountain, attempting to crush Leman Russ to the ground.

However, Leman Russ nimbly dodged Angron's attacks and landed a punch on his face.

The two grappled, each collision erupting with deafening sound, each exchange seeming to tear the air apart.

Just as Leman Russ was on top of Angron, preparing to decisively defeat him, he suddenly saw the Space Wolves Legion not far away.

He suddenly remembered something and stopped his attack.

As a result.

Angron reversed the situation, his eyes bloodshot as he ferociously struck at Leman Russ.

Bang bang bang~

"Cough cough~ Angron, you lost. You're surrounded."

"Your World Eaters don't care about you at all. That's why you're surrounded. You lost, now come back with me!"

Leman Russ spat out a mouthful of blood, looking triumphantly at Angron.

However, Angron was already blinded by rage. He continued to strike at Leman Russ without holding back.

Not far away, Francis, who was watching, said to the Soul Drinkers, "See? As long as you fight, you'll get carried away."

"So, even if they're brothers, you have to beat them into submission first before reasoning with them."

The Soul Drinkers, standing in a circle, took out small notebooks and diligently recorded the Primarch's classic quotes.

"Alright, it's time for me to make a move. Otherwise, Leman Russ won't be able to hold on. Proceed as planned. Soul Drinkers Legion, attack!"

As soon as Francis finished speaking, the Soul Drinkers began to act.

A support strut extended from the bio-armor on Francis's body, and at the same time, all the Navigator's Eyes on him lit up.

Buzzzzz~

Just as Angron's fist was about to smash into Leman Russ.

From a distance, a blinding white light streaked across the battlefield, leaving behind siliconized trenches on the ground. Many World Eaters felt their arms being removed painlessly.

Boom! Angron was sent flying backward, though the power seemed insufficient, only leaving a mark on his armor.

Leman Russ looked up at Francis: ???

"You're welcome, Sixth Brother. Just remember you owe me two favors!" Francis said as he quickly ran towards Angron.

As the dust settled, Angron roared, "Magnus! Are you fucking relentless!"

Just as Angron was about to challenge Leman Russ to another duel, Francis suddenly appeared from somewhere.

He locked Angron's upper body from behind with his legs, then grabbed the Butcher's Nails with both hands and pulled with all his might!

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Angron let out an incredibly painful roar. He fiercely gripped Francis's hands and thrashed about.

Bang! He crashed into a mountain, passing straight through it.

"Pfft! I still can't deal with you!" Francis spat out a mouthful of blood. Even though the armor on his arms was mangled by Angron's grip, with fragments piercing his flesh, Francis still didn't let go.

"Let go!! Ahhhhhh!"

Angron was in immense pain, feeling as if his mind was being torn apart by someone else. He could even hear the sound of metal separating from flesh.

He thrashed wildly, smashing against his surroundings, until Leman Russ also ran over.

"I'll hold his hands, but don't kill him! He's your brother, after all."

Leman Russ forcefully pried Angron's hands open, then yanked him forward with all his might.

With his hands restrained, Angron could only attack with his legs, but Leman Russ dodged them all.

As time passed, Angron's cries grew weaker, and finally, he even passed out.

"Hoo~ Finally unconscious."

Only then did Francis dare to release his grip, his arms covered in blood, unsure which was his and which belonged to Angron.

"Indeed. Angron's condition looks very dangerous. Will he be alright if he continues like this?"

Francis fell silent for a moment at Leman Russ's question, then said, "If it continues like this, Angron probably won't even survive the end of the Great Crusade."

"...Does Father have no solution either?" Leman Russ asked, unwilling to give up.

Francis could only shrug in response and continue, "If he had a solution and didn't treat it, wouldn't that be very unfair? So he has no solution either."

"Or rather, with the Imperium's current technological means, there's no solution at all."

Hearing this, Leman Russ stared intently at Francis, making Francis's skin crawl.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Francis swallowed, taking a step back.

Unexpectedly, Leman Russ took a step closer and said, "You said it yourself, the Imperium's current technology. Then, can those heretical technologies you possess help!"

Francis: "..."

Looking at the intense gaze of the other, then at the bloody Angron on the ground.

Francis took a deep breath and said sternly.

"First, let me have a taste of Angron!"

Leman Russ: "..."