Brute Strength

Almost at the same moment Sandamel made the suggestion, everyone stared intently at Curze.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? I'm the Primarch of the Eighth Legion. Sanguinius went when the war started. It wouldn't be right for me not to go, would it?"

"It's not appropriate, it's really not appropriate," Sevatar agreed.

"But if we want all the brothers to join the battle, you, the Boss, must be the central node. If you go down there, the spaceship will be left unattended, which isn't appropriate," Sandamel said.

"That's really not appropriate."

"No, Sevatar, which side are you on?"

"Wasn't I standing to your left?"

Okay, okay.

It seems this kid has truly inherited his Dad; he's mastered the art of smoothing things over and playing the game of Tai Chi.

"I'm fine with making me the central node, but since you've all been demoted, shouldn't you compensate me for making me the central node?"

Compensate?

"You are your Uncle's son, you are the Primarch of the Imperium, you are our the Boss."

"Shen, according to you, am I just asking for trouble?"

"I didn't say that, you said it yourself, everyone saw it."

Another guy who's mastered his Dad's arguing skills.

"That's great. How come I never noticed before? It turns out Shen and Sevatar are both smooth talkers." The Night Haunter thought to himself.

In her own timeline, it seems that only Sevatar is sarcastic.

However, in this timeline, Sevatar surprisingly polite, but his sharp tongue has turned into sarcasm and feigned ignorance.

It seems his talent for languages hasn't changed.

If you will not abandon us, we will...

"Stop! You want my kidneys?"

"However, since you call me 'father,' I'll agree."

"Everyone, get ready immediately!" Sevatar instantly got into the zone.

Hey, this kid.

"Are you the Boss or am I the Boss?"

"Of course you're the Boss, otherwise why would you be the central node?"

"But aren't you supposed to be the central node? You can't go down there."

"Who told you I couldn't get down?"

???

That was too hasty.

Our the Boss is the Primarch, and his Power Armour even has a dedicated synchronous neural pipeline that connects to the spaceship.

In other words, they were scammed.

Calling him "Dad" for nothing.

"Don't be too discouraged, children. This is full of knowledge; keep learning."

"Everyone, get ready immediately!" This time it was Curze who said it.

"Yes!"

Soon, the relevant forces of the Eighth and Ninth Legions entered the Planet's surface to fight.

At the same time, the Blood Angels also had a great opportunity.

They need to see just how effective the Eighth Legion is.

After all, these brothers from the Eighth Legion have always been Civil Servant since they first arrived.

"Belonging to the Eighth Legion!"

"Exist!"

"Attack any traitor you see indiscriminately."

"Clear!"

Almost simultaneously with the start of the battle, the entire Evernight Judges Legion, centered on Curze, instantly formed a network.

A strange rhythm flowed around them.

Sanguinius could clearly sense that it was a kind of Psychic Power.

However, this kind of Psychic Power is somewhat different.

This Psychic Power possesses a very strong sense of Order, and most importantly, under its influence, the collective strength of the entire Psychic Power 'Judge Legion has been enhanced once again.

Each person's weaknesses and shortcomings in combat tactics were compensated for.

At this moment, the Blood Angels watched the Eighth Legion's perfectly synchronized movements.

Engage in combat, kill, engage again, kill once more.

The entire process was completed in 2.5 seconds.

Moreover, their movements were very skilled.

The first move is to strike the leg, the second to strike the mouth, and the third is fatal.

Therefore, a very strange phenomenon has emerged on the battlefield today.

This was clearly a brutal battlefield, but apart from the battle cries of the Blood Angels and the angry curses of the enemy, the Eighth Legion was completely silent.

Similarly, any enemy that comes into contact with the Eighth Legion will be silenced instantly.

Then they fell down in swathes.

"Halt the advance! Positional warfare, Agrid!"

Positional warfare requires overwhelming firepower, and Agrid, the berserker, is the perfect fit for it.

"They're here!"

Call out!

Boom!

Giant, orange-red mushroom clouds continued to erupt across the battlefield.

Exterminatus?!

"Curze..."

"Portable Micro-Exterminatus? Don't worry, it won't cause too much trouble."

This is the exclusive patent of the Herbert the Sage, and so far it has only been supplied to the Eighth Legion.

Sanguinius was stunned by Curze's words, then looked at Agrid's back.

There was a 1.5-meter square box on Agrid's back.

At that moment, the lid of the box was opened, and Sanguinius could see clearly that inside was the Portable Micro-Exterminatus that Curze had mentioned.

There were a total of 30 rounds inside!

"Everyone, get ready to lie down!"

"This is bad, Agrid's gotten angry."

"Talos, shut up and lie down!"

Agrid's thugs forcefully pinned Talos to the ground.

Then he fired all the remaining ammunition at once.

In fact, the Herbert the Sage did this to help Agrid learn to control his personality, and also for the maintenance of the weapons.

There are restrictions on the transmitters of the Micro-Exterminatus.

Under overload conditions, a maximum of 10 missiles can be launched at a time.

In an emergency, all 30 rounds could indeed be fired, but this would damage the launcher.

The Herbert the Sage witnessed Agrid's deep affection for machinery, which led to this design.

However, Mr. Herbert later discovered that his restrictive design was unnecessary.

Because Agrid himself has no need for the transmitter.

He's incredibly strong.

Just like now, Agrid isn't launching Micro-Exterminatus with a transmitter, but rather throwing it with both hands.

One in each hand!

With the power of Agrid's might, all the Micro-Exterminatus that were thrown out exploded at the same time.

The force of the explosion caused temporary hearing loss in everyone.

Even Primarch as powerful as Sanguinius felt a slight tremor beneath his feet at that moment.

He could even feel his feet separating from the ground by a millimeter within three seconds.

What kind of monster is this under Curze's command?

Is this Civil Servant?

And why does this fighting style look so much like that of Iron Warriors?

The Iron Warriors excel at positional warfare, and they start with artillery barrage.

"Sevatar, clear the battlefield and open a path."

"Follow me!"

Sevatar led the entire Evernight Judges Legion in a charge.

The Blood Angels now have a very strange feeling.

Fighting alongside them was not the Eighth Legion, but the Space Wolves.

This kind of frenzied, all-out fighting style is very similar to that of the Space Wolves.

If they haven't had in-depth communication with the Space Wolves, then that can only prove one thing.

They were driven mad by their own pent-up energy, which is why they were so fanatical.