Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

The bickering of the two minds was forcibly stopped.

I'm good at strategy games, but not strategy games anymore.

I am a bystander watching movies, and all I see are tragedies. I am a witness to history books, and every story pierces deeply into Yifeng's soul.

Are you reading a history book? The prayers of those people are like pages in a storybook. A few randomly selected pages from billions of storybooks are stuffed into Xiang Yifeng's mind, and he is looking at this thin little book that is only four hundred years old. Stuffed in books.

This is exactly an opportunity, an opportunity to find yourself. When countless prayers wash away yourself and erase those memories with unstable anchors, your core and most determined thoughts will be revealed.

Yifeng decided to purify his memory.

First of all, when he could still basically recognize himself, he thought that he had never prayed... Praying does not count. I scolded the emperor and the landlord for not letting him rest and working hard. It's better to delete things.

And the memories that rush in now are all those I prayed for.

You won't come in without praying to the emperor.

Then, even if all the memories of not praying are broken into pieces, if you connect these fragments in the future, they will become real memories.

The question is, how to pass this idea to the future? How can I find this idea when the Emperor returns and the power of faith has stopped inputting?

Let yourself find the idea that "connecting all the memories without prayer is the self"? ,

Yifeng decided to use the oldest method, which was still the two thoughts, and kept repeating the words, but it was already added to the memory.

"I am Yifeng. I have never prayed. I am the thirteenth recruit of the Green Temple of the White Scar Sub-Regiment. I have never prayed. The instructor is Flo. I have officially served in the third combat group of the fourth company. I have never prayed. I prayed, our ship the Sword of Vengeance, I never prayed..."

The important thing is not the content, but that there are two thoughts saying "I have never prayed" at a very high frequency.

In the final period of fighting for memory sovereignty, Yifeng's memory fragments were chaotic. He may have thought that it was himself who was praying in the church, and it was himself who was shouting that the emperor gave me power during the battle...

But they all have only one characteristic, they are all special, they are all unique. Even if you pray in the same church, they will not be completely consistent, and you can always find some clues.

Therefore, when choosing the final "self-memory", every memory fragment that rushes in will cast its own vote. They think that "I" (the praying believer) is "I" (Yifeng).

However, when he was searching for himself, he found two thoughts that were almost identical. No matter how many fragments rushed in and changed him, the one with the highest repetition rate was "I never prayed."

In this way, it is equivalent to the election. Each memory casts one vote for "it is the main memory", and these two thoughts cast two votes.

The minority obeys the majority.

Yifeng didn't even need to check whether what he kept repeating in his mind was wrong. He only needed to follow the prompts, start complicated screening, and throw out all the prayer memories to retrieve his memory fragments.

It will be very confusing, mainly because each memory has to be arranged and combined, but he can basically know that he is the master of the Red Torrent. With the help of the history of the battle group, he can roughly list the order of his memories, thus ensuring that there will not be much impact in the future.

This was the best method he could think of.

The Gray Knight's memory erasure technique will be of great help. Of course, asking the living Emperor to help is the easiest way. The premise is that the Emperor himself takes the initiative to help him, rather than expecting an idiot with confused memory to suddenly wake up and "pray for the Emperor's help."

This battle that belongs to Yifeng alone has established the formula for victory. Until now, Yifeng's memory is still lingering in his mind.

He could only take pleasure in the misery and find something to do in the forced memory, such as monitoring the battle situation in certain places.

Yifeng focused on observing the perspective of another place. The perspective there flickered so fast that he could not see clearly who the enemy was.

A huge fiery red figure, it seems that every great demon of Khorne looks like this.

Then Leman Russ arrived, making Yifeng realize that the thing should be called Angron.

It flickered very quickly, and mortals, battle nuns, commissars of the Astra Militarum, Space Marines who believed in the Emperor as their god... basically all died in front of Angron.

It was a bloody battlefield. Angron seemed to be on a battlefield, at the foot of a fortress. The outer positions were full of corpses, scorched earth, broken swords, tanks and trenches acting separately.

I don’t know if it can be called a trench now. Under the power of the Blood God, the blood of the dead flowed into the trench, looking like a narrow moat stained red with blood.

The primarch of the World Eater, whose rage never ceases, has turned into a beast that only knows how to kill. His mind is slightly clearer. This is a small benefit given to him by Khorne in 888. At least he can speak sometimes. A decent word popped out.

After Leman Russ, the Custodes squad, and Anse's Reality Claw elites (unseen by Yifeng) teleported to the battlefield, Angron had actually killed most of the people present and was about to attack the fortress.

Abaddon and his fleet were hiding far away, and the rear army was tearing a gap directly at Mandeville Point to leave.

The Black Legion used too many servants of the Blood God such as "Crazy Karn" and "Super Eight Sons Warband" in the previous offensive against the Imperial Fortress. There is no other way. In 888, Khorne can fight as much as he wants, leaving you Abaddon. Summoning is to give you face, and he can forcefully rush out even without summoning.

These berserkers brought massive killings from the Star Slaughter, and enough heads were sacrificed to summon Angron.

Abaddon decided to use this power to completely crush the Space Wolves, which would allow the Black Legion to penetrate directly into the Sanctuary of the Sun and hit most of the undefended parts of the Empire unimpeded.

But the Blood God doesn't allow it.

As the largest investor in this Black Crusade, the Blood God asked Abaddon to rush into the Sanctuary of the Sun and into Terra as quickly as possible. There was no such thing as occupying the vast imperial territory and then competing for resources with the empire.

You Abaddon, you can't even deal with the Primarch, you still want to fight the Emperor who is standing up?

Your father Horus lost when he was alive.

Of course, the Blood God also handed over a large number of Chaos Relics of Khorne, so that Abaddon could quickly bulldoze the enemy when he encountered obstacles.

So far, so good.

Angron walked the land, and the Rune Priests of the Space Wolves summoned blizzards to protect the men of Fenris.

Chapter Master Ragnar Blackmane personally led his troops to station here, holding the huge Spear of Dionysus in his hand. He solemnly awakened the sacred machine soul, accepted Fenris's blessing, and replaced it with the best plasma gun. , preparing to fight against Kahn, who was said to have massacred the previous world,

The result is...

"Confuse him, Rune Priest, disrupt his perception."

"I can not do it!"

Angron's "Double Targeting" is like a psychic level. No matter where you hide, he can attack towards you.

The thick snow accumulated by the blizzard was ignored by the demon primarch. His fiery body was enough to melt all the snow that came into contact with him. The flames flickered faintly in his seven orifices, and his breath of hot breath was a blast to everything around him. huge damage.

"Trapped him for three seconds."

The Rune Priest concentrated all his energy to communicate with Fenris' planetary will, and did not even have the strength to reply. How difficult it is to trap a primarch. He is not in the weak state where he was defeated by several think tanks. He is 888 Daemon Primarch of Khorne.

Its power can no longer be measured by simple combat power. No matter how hard the Rune Priest's spiritual power is used, it can't delay more time.

He delayed it for just a second, which would give him bragging rights for years to come.

Ragnar Blackmane pulled the valve, and the great fortress gates of the Empire crashed down on the Daemon Primarch.

This is an important fortress world. Even the fortress gates are made of the adamantine keels of destroyed battleships. They are heavy and hard.

The Space Wolves Chapter Master's eyes widened. He saw Angron standing up, carrying the huge adamantine gate on his back. The walls of the fortress even shook at his roar.

"Fire!"

Some of the Blood Claw squads and newly commissioned warriors could not even move when they saw Angron. It was like seeing the great demon Khorne. The corruption of the Blood God invaded their minds all the time.

The blasters and plasma helped a little, just a little.

Angron's roar was even more terrifying. After hearing this roar, the weakling's body exploded like a balloon, and blood covered the surrounding walls.

"For Ruth, for All-Father!"

The Space Wolves lost their pack. After this roar, stepping on the corpse of the Fenrisian wolf, their melta team rushed directly in front of Angron, trying to send him back to the subspace with a blast of melta.

As the warriors charged, Angron straightened up.

The heavy city gate was pushed to the top as his body straightened, "Blood sacrifice to the blood god, head sacrifice to the skull seat!" He opened the door, twisted traces appeared on the fine gold, and the city wall above was directly broken, The city gate was pulled out and slammed against the wild wolves in front.

The loyal warriors were bleeding here, and Ragnar Blackmane had no choice. He asked the Rune Priest to take away the Terminator veterans. Those warriors wearing power armor could only sacrifice themselves here, using their lives to delay time.

The Glory Queen-class battleship is working hard to break into this place. It is entangled by the Black Legion fleet, but as the enemy moves away from the planet, it finds an opportunity and breaks out towards this side.

"Teleport them to the ship," Ragnar said.

Needless to say, if you use Extinction Order to bomb this place, it will at least be a bulk Extermination Order large orbital bomb.

He placed the Spear of Dionysus on his waist. This huge weapon required a lot of effort to swing normally. Ragnar Black Mane stopped talking and gritted his teeth to make himself stronger.

The next moment, he was ready to charge with a spear.

"For Ruth and Quanfu!" The muscles in his thighs bounced with all their strength, plowing a furrow on the alloy floor.

Just didn't move.

A giant hand held the Spear of Dionysus, and no matter how hard Ragnar's black mane tried, it could not move it at all.

The rough voice of the Wolf King came from above and behind him. Even if they had never seen their original body, at this moment, all the wolf brothers present were convinced that it was Russ's voice.

"It's better for me to do it and stay back."

Ragnar's black mane was dragged and thrown backward by Leman Russ. Before he could even release the magnetic lock of his armor, his perspective began to rotate rapidly, and the wind hurt his rough face.

The Spear of Dionysus and the Spinebreaker (Chainsaw Axe) collided together, and Leman Russ had to hold the weapon with both hands, while the opponent only chopped with one hand and "held" the adamantine city gate with the other hand. .

Its fingers dug deeply into the adamantine city gate. The giant gate, which was several times taller than his body, was as thin as paper in his hand.

The giant gate swung at the original body from the side. Leman Russ relied on the impact of the opponent's battle ax to retreat and avoid the slap of the city gate.

The Custodes' bullets fired at the Primarch, and Angron did not dodge or dodge. He was very happy, and the Blood God was very happy.

The guard spears and the Yaojin power swords formed a formation, and a team of adamantine warriors formed a formation. Ans's team was small in number, only more than a hundred. The situation in the webway did not allow the Wolf King to bring a thousand An adamantine warrior serves as a guard.

They formed a formation, and the wolf brothers had a consensus that the adamantine warriors could weaken the opponent, regardless of whether there were living or dead people in the armor.

Leman Russ was not willing to put his children in danger, but he was retreating and the adamantine warriors were advancing.

The frost armor has faded, and Leman Russ is now wearing a pair of power armor personally forged by the Martian forging master from the 30K period using treasured materials, which was originally given to him.

Too bad he disappeared.

This suit of armor waited ten thousand years in the depths of Mars before meeting its master, and the machine soul almost fell into an unwakeable slumber.

Leman Russ awakened it in the heat of battle.

The gray armor is covered with ice patterns. This is a special forging method. It is not the pattern of Omega's scale armor, but more like the patterns of the high snow peaks on Fenris.

In battle, the impact of blizzards can be minimized, and the excess kinetic energy impact can also be absorbed by the armor and converted into frost energy that slowly escapes from the armor. The Ice Wave Armor can independently absorb the surrounding heat energy and spread out a circle of ice. In this regard, the Ice Pattern Armor is better.

Because Leman Russ's own movements can also be used as energy. For example, after making a slash and finding that the cut is empty, he can withdraw his power and let the ice-patterned armor do the work for him.

The totem of Fenris and the wolf's head are engraved on his body, watching over the Lord of the Space Wolves.

The Wolf King stopped and left a long corridor of ice. Angron ignored the adamantine warriors and bumped in all the way. The warriors kicked by him were either dead or injured. Even the adamantine armor would not reach it. Now it's just at the knees of the daemon primarch.

The Wolf King dodged the two adamantine warriors flying in the air and began to fight with each other. The Rune Priest cheered up and used the storm to cover the original body. He was so excited that he could not control his spiritual energy and almost exerted too much force, causing Icicles rained down from the sky.

Ragnar Blackmane reluctantly got up. All he could see was the swaying gold. The golden leg armor of the Forbidden Army kept swaying in front of his eyes. He tried to stand up, but as soon as he propped himself up, two pairs of adamantine weapons suddenly appeared. A flew over his head and shaved off a layer of his scalp.

A bloody scalp with thick hair.

Even so, the adamantine warriors also formed a circular formation, wrapping the two original bodies in it. The Imperial Guards moved behind the warriors, and they could only see the red and blue afterimages flashing rapidly.

Leman Russ missed the fragment of Magnus extremely much. If his brother was still here, a few psychic spells could throw this idiot away.

"Look at yourself, Angron!"

The Wolf King seized the opportunity. Under the cover of the storm and the anti-psionic "position" below, he pierced the adamantine city gate with a spear, and the artifact made by the Emperor himself cut into Angron's arm.

The Spear of Dionysus allows those struck by it to see their own essence, and when it pierces the Primarch, it allows the Primarch to see his own subspace essence.

The Wolf King expected some reaction from Angron, but he was disappointed.

There was nothing, Angron just roared as always, hitting Russ's body hard, and slashing with him crazily.

Because the frequency of the clanging weapons was too high, they were superimposed as they spread far away, forming a chaotic and irresistible sound wave.

That is just the most insignificant part of this battlefield.

The daemons of Khorne followed their primarch into the battlefield, not wishing to choose the Wolf King as their opponent, but scattered to find their own opponents.

The city gate, which was punctured with small holes, was finally abandoned by Angron and began to fly.

Leman Russ watched this scene helplessly. The opponent had wings after becoming a demon, and he now realized this.

Seeing that his former brother now looked so ugly, with his twisted appearance and the giant horn on one side turning Angron into a monster, the Wolf King's hatred for Chaos became even more intense.

He used all his experience in fighting for such a long time. His constant traveling in subspace gave him a deep understanding of the power of chaos. He began to take a roundabout way and borrowed the power of Angron to attack himself. The Spear of Dionysus only started. To create a leverage effect and divert the power of the opponent's attack.

The Butcher's Nail struck, struck, and struck again, piercing deeper and deeper into the demon's brain. For Angron, killing was the meaning of his existence.

He didn't think he was crazy. Madness meant losing one's reason. His reason was very clear and he gave the Blood God more skulls.

Angron only felt that the humanoid thing in front of him was the target of his battle. The thick hair made him uncomfortable (actually it was the function of the anti-psionic armor array), and the opponent was a target he wanted to kill.

There is more and more frost on the ground. The longer the Wolf King fights here, the greater his advantage. Now he can catch Angron's slash. The Spear of Dionysus keeps trying to pierce the opponent's heart, but Angron Long's offense forced him to use his weapons defensively.

The Custodes team fought hard, their coordination was precise, and they used gravity weapons and stasis bombs, but they still failed to hit the target.

If this was before the Great Rebellion, there might be some chance of winning against the Primarch, but now, it is impossible for a demon prince and the Primarch to realize his true nature.

The battlefield is denting, and more and more adamantine warriors are dying. In order to maintain the anti-psionic field, the Imperial Army has to move the severely dented armor back to its original place. The entire alloy ground is covered in frost, and then in It was shattered under the trampling of Angron's extremely hot footsteps.

Between the cold and the heat, the surface of the fortress finally could no longer hold up, and the entire fortress shook violently. The two original bodies and all the adamantine warriors present fell to the next level of the fortress.

There are armaments warehouses here, where artillery shells can be moved and fired in the shortest possible time. There are also brass stairs and freight "elevators" made of reinforced ceramic steel.

The blessing of the Skull Seat assisted Angron in making an effective attack. A large gap was made in the Wolf King's waist, and the frost quickly froze there, preventing the blood from flowing out.

Leman Russ rolled several times, leaping before the Spinebreaker's ax sliced ​​through his back, crashing into the pouring upper "deck."

He quickly inserted the Dionysus Spear into the "deck" to stop himself from continuing to slide, just a hair's breadth away from the landing point of Angron's next axe.

The Wolf King kicked Angron hard in the face, and the opponent waved his demon wings, made an inverted posture in the air, rolled and then counterattacked Leman Russ's big face.

Frost and fury were fighting, and the fierce exchange of airflow between the two made it impossible for others to see their faces clearly from an optical angle.

"You are a suitable skull that will be displayed at the foot of the Brass Throne, flowing with my glory. The blood of the Skull Throne's glory will soon spurt out from your corpse. I will kill all!" Angron! The demon's huge mouth opened, and the syllables that popped out barely formed a sentence. The smell of the fangs made the Wolf King feel sick.

"Hey, you can still speak. I thought Sangliese had torn your mouth to pieces."

(During the Great Rebellion, the Red Angel and Saint Les fought against each other)

The Wolf King's reply was not just words, he also bared his teeth, which was a sign of gritting his teeth with force.

The Spear of Dionysus turned back strangely in the air, and the tail of the spear hit the demon primarch's abdomen heavily, followed by the Wolf King's kick and the opponent's claw.

The two primarchs separated. Leman Russ's face was covered with blood, and his skull was dented. The sound of breathing and the buzzing of the ice-patterned armor were swirling in the primarch's mind.

The large amount of blood of a truly loyal Primarch awakened the machine soul of the ice-patterned armor, and its wild roar seemed to vent thousands of years of grievances.

The Wolf King felt that his blood was almost frozen, which made him feel extremely "comfortable".

The Forgemasters of Mars at that time focused on enhancing the power of the Primarch itself, rather than hanging a bolter or flamethrower.

The electronic muscle bundles operate in an array mode, and the gentle swing of the Wolf King's arm allows the arm armor to hit with greater force. The cost of all this is that the stored coldness will be quickly reduced.

“You know what wolves are like right after winter?”

The Wolf King met blood with blood, and Angron was knocked back dozens of feet.

"Hungry wolves will track the smell of blood endlessly. The smell of blood on you is too strong, traitor."