Chapter 361: Steel inside and out, ten thousand years of rage!

The departure of the evil god did not ease the situation, but made it even more turbulent.

After working together to eliminate the Tzeentch demons, the mixed operation continues, and all those with a different color from yours will be eliminated.

If you ask why they are distinguished by color, it is because the human side has those pitch-black things like the Burning Legion. Fortunately, the Legion demons have scarlet psionic light flashing on their bodies, otherwise they would have attacked their friendly forces long ago.

Guilliman, who had just made a great contribution, saw that he had driven away Tzeentch, and wanted to make a second contribution. He rushed towards the fat Nurgle with a mad look on his face.

But this time Guilliman was not so lucky. Before he could hit the fat guy, he was knocked to the ground by a spoon. Seeing that he was breathing in more than out, the invincible Guilliman fell down again.

Seeing their father lying on the ground seriously injured, the Primarch's guards immediately rushed out. This group of tough guys rushed through the encirclement to Guilliman's side, and skillfully carried their father away.

The whole process seemed to be refined through thousands of trials and tribulations, with no delays at all. As soon as he returned to the rear, he sent Guilliman to the ICU, and then returned to the battlefield again to keep a close eye on the big guy Calgar who was eager to try.

Perhaps because Khorne demons often go online and have deeper contact with humans, they get together after mixing with them for a while, intending to repel the disgusting Nurgle army first.

The Champion of Khorne directly confronted the Unclean Ones, and the human ground forces also suppressed them with heavy firepower. Artillery shells and sharp blades attacked together, and this group of big green fat guys couldn't withstand it at all.

What with the Demon Engine, the Knight Titan, the Fearless Hell Beast, the Loyal Rebel, anyway, I don't know who I'm fighting now, the only way is to follow the fire.

During these ten thousand years, human beings have not been without traitors; one could even say that there have been quite a few.

As soon as the thought of surrendering came to mind, I suddenly felt that the world was wide open! Under the sustainable development of the High Lords' Council, not to mention ordinary people, even many Space Marines rebelled.

You can't say these canned goods were bad before they rebelled. After all, they were loyal to the God-Emperor in the beginning. If they hadn't been forced too hard, they wouldn't have surrendered to Chaos.

But joining Chaos also has its price. They are not the cloaked cockroaches like Blackwatch who are not afraid of the corruption of the Warp. Over the years, even the good guys have become bad.

The first thing rebels do when they enter the subspace is to find a big brother. The Black Legion and the Red Corsairs are two popular choices. After all, rebels also have to be judged by race. Just because I join the subspace doesn't mean I won't kill aliens.

Abaddon is of high status and seniority, and is the true chosen one of the Four Gods. He also has the Spirit of Vengeance, a holy relic passed down from his ancestors. The size of his fleet is no smaller than that of an ordinary legion, and there are many benefits to working there.

But although the Black Legion is a good old force, its death rate is the highest among all the rebellious forces. At this time, you can choose the emerging force, the Red Pirates.

The leader of the Red Corsairs is the former captain of the Star Claws, and now he has become the tyrant of Badab, Luft Huron, also known as the Lord of the Great Whirlpool. People in the martial arts world nicknamed him "Timely Rain" - King Huron, also known as Brother Huron.

Brother Huron is a man of justice and not picky at all. As long as you join the Red Pirates, you can enjoy the benefits of the warband. Even if you are a planetary governor who messes up, Brother Huron will not punish you excessively. Instead, he will lower his requirements and give you some work within your ability.

In contrast, it is no wonder that so many people choose to join the chaos, because the imperial bureaucrats are really inhumane. Even if reforms are carried out now, it is unknown how long it will take to sort out this mess.

The above two forces are only a part of them. There are also various war gangs that you can join. If you really don’t want to go anywhere, you can also report to the heavens and directly surrender to the evil god. Maybe you can even become a demon prince for fun.

But even though there are so many people who have joined the demons, basically no one will actively choose to join the father's arms. Again, although humans have a lot of XP, swimming in a cesspool is still too advanced. With the joining of these humans, some living habits and weapons and equipment have also entered the demons. This is also the reason why the Nurgle demon army cannot beat other demon armies, because the times have changed!

Take the Khorne Demon for example. If you are a dimension blacksmith, you don’t have to complete the daily KPI. You just need to make a cool big gun or a cool machete for the demon.

Looking at the Khorne Daemon in front of him wielding a heavy rapid-fire bolt cannon and with two chainswords growing out of his tail, the Great Unclean One Ku'gath could only try his best to deal with it. Even though the bolt was not fatal when it hit his rotten flesh, this fellow was so despicable as to smear psionic crystals on the warheads.

Even though demons don't care about death at ordinary times, that's because they can cast a resurrection spell and wander around outside as they please. At worst, they can continue to fight after they are resurrected.

The truth is that the demons are so afraid of death that they dare not call out the Emperor's name directly, and can only use "the Cursed" instead, because the Emperor's power can really kill them and completely and thoroughly eliminate them.

The Lord of Blacklight is almost there. Although psionic energy can restrain demons, it will not kill them all at once. What is more terrifying is that psionic energy can be infected and corrupted. You can only watch yourself being slowly twisted into a psionic creature, and in the end, the only way left is the Burning Legion.

Therefore, before Hogg returned, Shafulin was also called "the lord" by the demons. After all, it would not hurt to be more respectful now, and he would have a way out if he was infected by psionic energy one day.

Tearing off the rotten flesh that had been gradually eroded by psionic energy, the Great Unclean Ones didn't understand why the previously stupid and reckless people had started to use their brains. Didn't they hate witchcraft the most?

As if he could see Kugath's doubts, Angras, with a big hole in his abdomen, taunted:

"You are such a stuck-up jerk. Who said my God is against witchcraft? As long as I can destroy the enemy in an open and aboveboard manner, I don't care what kind of weapon it is. As long as it's useful, it's good. You are out of date!"

"As for the outdated trash, there is only one option left: elimination!"

"This is such a scene! I really want to recite a poem, ah! Sea of ​​soul~ you are..."

"Boss, get out of the way!"

Angras was furious when his singing was interrupted. He hated being interrupted the most, especially when he was showing off his wisdom.

Before the chief demon could find the blind demon, he felt a familiar push on his back, and the refined golden horns pierced his body again. A huge steel ship with a dark blue body and no windows exploded from the ground, followed by two smelly warships.

As soon as the three warships appeared, they attracted everyone's attention. The fat boy who was being beaten to the ground by the Emperor Kong and the Kobold let out a cry:
"Sasha, that's my Sasha!"

Taking advantage of Fatty's distraction, Hogg raised his four claws and stabbed, but the kobold, as Hogg's old comrade-in-arms for thousands of years, beheaded him with a sword, but Nurgle dodged it in the end and only cut off one of his horns.

Although Fatty was full of love and righteousness, and his voice was almost crying, there were still masters. He only heard a roar that had been suppressed for ten thousand years:

"My name is Perturabo, and I'm made of steel inside and out, stupid kobold, I'm coming for you!"

"Ah? Who are you?" Doghead asked in confusion.

(End of this chapter)