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They adopted a fighting stance, with the shield-wielding assault team at the forefront, followed closely by squads of Terminators.
The Primarch Guard, hastily selected and assembled, formed a formation with shields to maximize protection for the Father of Genesis, while the disintegration fields generated by their power swords emitted a pale light in the darkness.
Roger Dorn took a deep breath and looked ahead, his gaze profound.
I am coming.
Chapter 211 Emperor Champion, Battle of Mao, Thoughts of the Bone Crusher
Roger Dorn stopped and carefully examined the door in front of him.
This is an enormous gate, seemingly out of place with its surroundings. Its surface is composed of black and silver, with black serving as the base color and silver as the hue for the intricate patterns. These patterns, while not complex, possess a unique and captivating beauty.
A Templar Knight stepped forward and carefully inspected the door with his detector.
“No psionic response.” The Templar turned to look at his brother and father, his deep voice echoing through the channel. “The Tech Soldier might be able to open the door.”
Rog Dorn nodded, and a tech sergeant stepped forward. Normally, cracking the orcs' unpredictable technology would take considerable time, but the gate before them seemed designed specifically for humans, allowing the tech sergeant to decipher its structure and find a way to open it in less than ten minutes.
A mechanical tentacle connected to the power backpack extended a sharp spike, found a spot, and then stabbed it in hard, transmitting a command virus to the control door system through the cable it had pierced.
Click...
The sound of gears slowly began to creak as Roger Dorn watched the large door before him begin to open slowly to both sides. As the door opened wider, he was able to see the view beyond—a deep expanse of darkness. However, using his Primarch's superior senses and the aid of his power armor, he could perceive the intense malice and danger contained within that darkness.
"Ready to fight."
Roger Dorn said, gripping Stormfang with both hands.
"They're coming."
they.
Helbrecht's eyelids twitched wildly. The moment he heard the word, he knew what "they" meant.
And just as Wanshi said, as soon as the door was fully opened, a flash of fire appeared, and a powerful automatic bullet struck the shield in the Terminator's hand, sparking a violent burst of sparks.
This was the first pebble to start the calm lake from churning.
Several blinding beams of light suddenly burst forth from the darkness, striking the faces of the Black Templar warriors and Roger Dorn—these lights were so dazzling that, were it not for the protection of their power armor, everyone present, even as Astartes, would have felt the shock, not to mention mortals, who would have been momentarily blinded on the spot.
"WAAAGH!!!"
The roar of the orcs echoed, and the warriors of the Black Templar finally saw clearly the first group of orcs fighting them—a group of orc lads equipped with ranged weapons, including single-soldier rifles that resembled bomb guns, as well as all sorts of ridiculously large and terrifyingly heavy weapons.
"Fight back!"
The moment Helbrecht saw the enemy, he activated the defensive force field of his boarding shield and, together with several Black Templar warriors, rushed in front of Roger Dorn, forming a shield wall.
"No need for pity! No need for regret! No need for fear!"
Roger Dorn silently watched everything before him. From any perspective, as a Primarch, he did not need the protection of his offspring. In fact, if he wanted to, he could have slaughtered these orcs into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in less than a minute.
However, he cannot make a move yet.
Just as the Eternal Expedition waited for its chance to shatter the orc fleet in the Void Wars, now, Rog Dorn is also waiting for its chance, or rather, for its potential adversary.
That Bonebreaker, a threat to the Empire.
Helbrecht understood what Roger Dorn meant. It was a strange feeling, sometimes like that between Astartes and their genetic fathers. Even without words, they could understand each other's thoughts.
Helbrecht gripped his sword tightly, glancing at Bayard beside him—the Emperor Champion was now gripping his black sword, looking incredibly focused, clearly having entered a profound state of concentration.
"Brotherhood of the Sword".
Helbrecht spoke into the channel, his voice cold and ruthless.
"Charge with me."
As soon as the words fell, the Grand Marshal and the Emperor Champion of the Black Templar charged out of the team protected by the boarding shields. Behind them, the members of the Black Templar's Brotherhood of Swords—these elite veterans—also charged out. Each of them was an absolute powerhouse with over a century of service experience and unparalleled swordsmanship, capable of utterly slaying any enemy in close combat using their power swords.
The orcs also noticed these hordes of shrimp charging towards them. Seeing the powerful weapons in their hands and hearing their incomprehensible but undeniably awesome chants, they immediately realized these guys were no ordinary individuals.
The orcs concentrated their firepower, attempting to stop the charging Templars in their path. Unfortunately, their plan, though well-conceived, proved ineffective in practice.
The iron halos fitted to the Grand Marshal and the Emperor Champion activated, and the powerful deflection field deflected all the incoming projectiles, or even bounced them back, piercing through the bodies of some orcs and creating small gaps in their firepower.
These gaps in firepower are not so easy for ordinary people or even ordinary Astartes to grasp, but for veteran soldiers charging forward, they are no different from having an open door wide open.
We made contact.
In just a few seconds, the warriors of the Black Templar rushed to the orcs, and in the process, they suffered no casualties.
In the very first instant of contact, in a mere microsecond, before the orcs could even react, the Emperor Champion was the first to draw his sword, letting the sacred black sword begin to drink the first bowl of alien blood gained in the war.
Emperor Champion.
Roger Dorn looked at his offspring, Bayard, and secretly recalled the information related to the Emperor Champion.
In the beginning, the Imperial Champion was an honorary title that can be traced back to the founding chapters of the Horus Rebellion or the chapters that broke away from the Second Reconstruction. Any warrior who was good enough had a chance to be awarded the title of champion.
However, as time has passed, this situation has become rare, and the Emperor Champion still exists only in the Black Temple.
The Black Templars retain this title not because they adhere to tradition, but because of a more important secret passed down from the first Grand Marshal of the Black Templars, who was also the first Imperial Champion, Sigismund.
The Black Templar's Imperial Champions are all warriors most devoted to the Emperor, and great vessels that bear his power.
Having escaped Khorne's domain, Roger Dorn gained new perceptions and understanding of the power of the warp.
At this moment, looking at the faint golden light surrounding Bayard, he let out a long breath, and some thoughts unrelated to the battlefield arose in his mind.
Father.
He asked himself this question.
How much of you are still considered human?
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In the warp, Lynch looked at the second brother of the Golem who was giving power to the Bonecrushers in the distance, and nodded to Felus Manus beside him.
The Primarch of the Steel Hands remained silent, merely gripping his warhammer tighter. At the same time, a veiled gaze emanated from the distant Land of Pleasure, but was instantly incinerated by a golden flame the moment it approached.
We're getting ready for battle.
Lynch took a deep breath to calm himself down—since facing Khorne's power, Lynch no longer feared the so-called gods, and even... he didn't have much respect for them anymore.
After all, even the Blood God, a truly ruthless figure in the Warp, whose infamy ranged from Slaanesh's sixth ring to being a figure known to every demon in the Crystal Labyrinth, was immense.
He still managed to get himself hooked by him, and now he can only helplessly sit on his throne to heal his wounds.
And to mess with Mao Zedong...
Afraid of a ball!
Gripping the miniature Emperor's Sword tightly in his hand, Lin Qi leaped lightly, and a pair of pure white psionic wings sprouted from his back, carrying him to hover in mid-air.
Alright, now it's time to let these two guys have a good fight with me.
Lin Qi thought to himself, then pointed the tip of his sword at Brother Gao Mao.
Mao Ge kept an eye on the orc boy he and Gao Ge had chosen together, something they rarely did together. He had to admit, this orc boy was indeed very much to his liking. Although it had gained considerable power after being blessed, it didn't foolishly rush into battle. Instead, it chose to probe first, and then analyze the situation to formulate a battle plan.
Hmm...that's pretty cunning.
Just as Brother Mao was thinking of giving this kid more power, Brother Gao next to him suddenly elbowed himself twice.
"Man!!!"
Mao Ge frowned, bared its teeth, and looked at Gao Ge. But it quickly noticed that Gao Ge was staring at one spot. Following the gaze, it successfully spotted a shrimp with wings and a sword in its hand.
What is this?
Even Brother Mao didn't immediately recognize the other party's identity. The other party was enveloped in a very complex aura, giving it the feeling of being a god, a mortal, and...
Before it could even figure it out, the aura of that small figure suddenly surged, causing its expression to change and immediately making it realize the seriousness of the situation.
"What the hell! You bastard..."
Before the words were finished, it and Gao Ge were engulfed by a golden flame.
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The Bonebreaker suddenly felt the blessing upon him weaken considerably.
It wasn't that Gao Mao Erge gave up on giving it attention, but rather that some unexpected events weakened its connection with the subspace, or rather, prevented Gao Mao Erge from concentrating on breaking through the thick barrier between reality and the subspace.
Turning his head, the Bonebreaker looked at the sorcerer boy beside him. The orc shamans looked terrified, clearly sensing the same thing as the Bonebreaker. Looking at them, the Bonebreaker knew that the chances of getting answers from them were slim.
Turning his head, the Bonebreaker focused his attention on the monitor in front of him. The monitor was showing the battle between those big shots and his orc underlings. Watching hundreds of orc underlings being cut down like vegetables by a mere dozen or so big shots, the Bonebreaker wasn't surprised at all. After all, those guys were just cannon fodder. If he could, he believed his current personal guard could do the same.
There is only this one problem.
That's the super big shot... He hasn't made a move yet.
The Bonebreaker looked at the weapon in the hands of the Super Shrimp. The huge chainsaw looked incredibly powerful and difficult to wield. The fact that the user could use such a weapon meant that his strength was far beyond that of a normal shrimp boss.
As Brother Mao also said, if they were to fight, he would most likely die at the hands of the enemy.
Now, the Bonebreaker has a clearer understanding of this statement.
So how big is the gap between yourself and the other person?
The Bonebreaker couldn't help but think of a legend he had heard long ago: ten thousand years ago, the orcs had a powerful empire, and the empire had an incomparably powerful orc emperor. The emperor originally wanted to launch a great expedition to realize the orcs' ideals and mission, but unfortunately, before he could even begin, he was wiped out by an invincible super tyrannosaurus lobster, along with a group of super lobsters and even more big and small lobsters.
Will it be?
The Bonebreaker looked at the tall figure in the video and thought to himself.
The other party is definitely not that invincible super tyrannical lobster.
However... there is a high probability that he is one of those rare super shrimps.
The Bonebreaker slowly took a step, and its personal guard followed suit. These powerful orcs gathered together, and the powerful WAAGH force field even distorted the laws of physics, creating a chain reaction that made their power even stronger.
The Bonebreaker pressed the button, and the door in front of it opened, revealing an incredibly vast and empty space.
"Let all the special forces guys go together, let that super big shot at least make a move, let me take a good look at the power of this super big shot."
"Bonebreaker," the man said, his face showing no fear, only the excitement of an impending battle.
"Then, we'll have to face them in person."
Chapter 212 The Emperor Champion's Confession