The Conflict's Middle Game

In the Terra Throne Room, Angron was allowed to see the Emperor again only because of the Imperium Chancellor.

"Great Master of Mankind, you are far better than I have in the records of history."

"I wonder when you plan to stand up and cause a mass extinction of the entire universe?"

The Emperor fell silent, while Sinleech was suppressing a laugh.

This former Chaos Gods never expected that the originally mild-mannered Angel of Red Sand would be so sharp-tongued in front of this Huangpizi.

The normally mild-mannered Angel of Red Sand has become surprisingly sharp-tongued in front of this Huangpizi.

Angron's single sentence completely disrupted the Emperor's original train of thought.

"My child..."

"I didn't have a good relationship with the Emperor 30K era, and I have even less to do with you during the 40K era."

"I'm not Horus. If you want to use me, you'd better come up with your bargaining chips and state your terms."

"If you're trying to lie to me, I wouldn't mind beating you up right now."

Trajann Valoris and Celestine, who had followed, watched the scene and listened to what Angron said.

They wished they could die in the Webway.

"Alright, take your Legion and set off."

"That's unnecessary."

After Angron finished speaking, Sinleech immediately opened Warp portal.

He and his Legion were sent to the front lines as quickly as possible.

"Night Haunter, the reinforcements brought by the God of War are in place. Prepare for reorganization at the front."

The Night Haunter, who was on the front lines fighting the Tyranids, was taken aback when he heard the Chancellor's voice.

However, he quickly accepted this fact.

"Everyone prepare, a powerful reinforcement is about to join the battle."

"Powerful reinforcements?"

Before the other Primarch could react, massive Warp Rifts opened up on the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, all the combat units of the 12th Legion appeared before them like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

This made the soldiers on the front lines feel like they were doomed again.

Or to be more precise, they don't know who to attack now.

The World Eaters is undoubtedly recorded in Imperium records as Chaos Space Marines.

Moreover, a significant portion of the Imperium's losses were caused by this Legion.

But now, this World Eaters is clearly wearing Power Armour from the Great Crusade era.

Before long, the entire battlefield descended into a bizarre chaos.

The Space Marines continued to fight on the front lines, but this matter remained on their minds.

Is this suddenly appearing 12th Legion friend or foe?

Or to put it more deeply, was the appearance of the Night Haunter from the very beginning a conspiracy by Warp God?

The other Primarch stared blankly at the World Eaters.

Look at Angron, who is standing at the very front of the Legion.

Almost from the moment I saw Angron.

They had already confirmed that this Angron was different from the Daemon Prince they knew.

He had no Butcher's Nails on him.

"Or should I say now, 'Long time no see, brothers?'"

"Please don't say that, I have nightmares easily at night."

Sanguinius recalled some unpleasant memories.

"Yes, I've seen the history between us, or rather, between you and that Daemon Prince, and it wasn't exactly pleasant."

"However, it's better for us to deal with the Tyranids problem first."

Just as the other Primarch were locked in a stalemate, the Night Haunter appeared.

"Don't be too nervous, brothers. Angron in the 30K era was a true loyalist."

"But now I'm starting to doubt your loyalty, Konrad."

"Lion El'Jonson, you old Lion, shut up!"

"This is a critical period in the war. Don't let your personal speculation disrupt the rhythm of the entire battle."

"Angron, you will lead your Legion to fight alongside the Eighth Legion."

"No problem. How's the situation on the battlefield now?"

"The current battlefield situation is unclear. The high-level units of the Tyranids are basically not showing up, and all other node units are in chaos."

Although most of the Tyranids were thrown into disarray, this was not good news.

Because this undoubtedly means one thing.

The hunt between Xiao Ning and the Great Devourer is still undecided.

"So, how's the clearing out of the Tyranids's fighting force going so far?"

"Progress is being made rapidly."

"Alright, my Legion will lead the vanguard."

Angron and his Legions were the obvious choice, since the World Eaters was meant to be the vanguard.

They were gladiators.

It is also a sharp weapon on the battlefield, requiring the sharpest battle axe and the most Dreadnought courage to bring about change on the battlefield.

"No problem, let's get ready to move in."

The other Primarch looked at the Night Haunter and Angron, each offering their own comments.

They suddenly had a strange feeling.

They are the majority of the Primarch on the battlefield right now.

The strange thing is that they felt isolated.

Angron had no time to care about these brothers who had been betrayed and hurt.

All he wants now is to do more for his Uncle.

Almost the instant the World Eaters entered the battlefield.

The Micro-Exterminatus began to be hurled at the Tyranids main force by the tonnes.

Lion El'Jonson looked at the once pitch-black cosmic sky before him, which suddenly turned crimson red.

He unconsciously gripped the greatsword tighter in his hand.

This kind of reckless playing style must be guarded against.

"Don't get too obsessed, old Lion." The Night Haunter coldly uttered these words before leading his Legion to continue the fight.

Lion El'Jonson stood there for a long time, pondering, but ultimately gave up on the idea of eliminating his opponent directly on the battlefield.

Not only that, it will affect the course of the battle, but more importantly, the current 12th Legion is clearly a strong force.

After two rounds of Micro-Exterminatus were issued, Angron nodded in satisfaction.

"That's the efficiency of clearing a battlefield! Khârn, prepare the troops, we're boarding."

"Clear!"

Meanwhile, on the battlefield where the Great Devourer and Xiao Ning were located...

The Great Devourer, which had been steadily and steadily consuming Xiao Ning's soul, suddenly lost its rhythm.

According to the original calculations, it would recall all the high-level Tyranids nodes to form a stable hunting ground.

Based on the current consumption rate of Tyranids units, it is entirely possible for it to completely devour the opponent.

But for some reason, the human forces' offensive suddenly became extremely fierce.

The anticipated timeframe began to shrink dramatically.

This forced the Great Devourer to make strategic adjustments, but this gap gave Xiao Ning an opportunity.

"Distraction will lead to death."

When the Great Devourer first heard Xiao Ning's words, it wanted to mock her.

However, the Great Devourer soon discovered that the portion of the soul it had devoured was reacting extremely violently.

The Great Devourer's own will began to feel an unbearable stinging pain.

A tearing, excruciating pain.

"You lowly insect, what have you done?!"

"Ha, you worm that only knows how to eat, your instinct to devour and your arrogance have already eaten you clean."

Do you really think you can swallow his soul?

"Go to hell!"

Buzz!

A ripple spread out gently, and all the high-level Tyranids units that made up this consciousness hunt turned into dust.

The Great Devourer's will became incredibly weak at this moment.

Xiao Ning's will also found the will of the Great Devourer.

"The true hunter often appears in the form of prey, and now you are mine."

After speaking, Xiao Ning began to devour everything in the Hive Mind.

"We are one, and what you are doing now is simply a fusion of us."

"Don't think that everything will be fine just because you've devoured me. The Tyranids are immortal, and so am I."

You'll regret it.

"Only losers regret things, but I won this conflict."