Your Excellency Doesn't Understand Human Speech, but I Know a Few Fist Techniques

Unified?

Unified!

That pure "Chinese" pronunciation was like a sharp spear, piercing the heart of the burly man who was built like a beast.

Bloody memories and pain surged forth like a raging tide, drowning him in an instant!

At the same time.

The most painful memory he had buried in the deepest corner of his mind had also been dug out.

The Battle of Mount Ararat!

The battle that marked the end of the Thunder Warriors—and the moment when these "tools" lost their value.

The Emperor had ordered the Adeptus Custodes to slaughter them.

They slaughtered those soldiers who had already gone mad, granting them their final mercy.

Yet the tragic memories had remained like nightmares, haunting his mind. Even after ten thousand years, they still refused to forgive him.

The Battle of Mount Ararat had buried the blood and pain the Thunder Warriors had shed to unify Holy Terra. It had also marked the beginning of another, superior "tool" formally taking the stage.

"Unified? Unified! Unified?"

"You—have no right to mention that word, Tyrant!"

"Ahhhhh—!!!"

Suddenly, the burly man before Alvin clutched his head in agony and let out a shrill, terrifying roar. The murderous intent brewing in his eyes was so frightening that even the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

Not good!

Alvin's pupils contracted. Relying on his exceptional awareness, he immediately bent down.

Boom!

The next moment, a fist like a cannon shell grazed Alvin's scalp and slammed into the sturdy metal wall.

Its terrifying force had even blasted spiderweb-like cracks into the warship's composite metal wall!

"Tyrant!!!" However, the burly man who had thrown the punch seemed completely unaware of the pain. His five thick, callused fingers clenched into a fist once more as he stepped forward and struck with all his might. "How—dare—you—appear—before us—again?!"

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