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Curze was dragged and thrown in front of Vulcan's golden coffin like a dead dog.

Even the Primarch has unimaginable recovery power.

But with the help of Lusha, they found a way to curb the Primarch's recovery power.

Curze's spine was broken. If the restraining equipment that imprisoned him was not removed.

Then he would never stand up like a dead dog.

The three Primarchs gave him some treatment to ensure that he would not die before reaching Terra.

"Repent for your crimes." Lion spat at Curze who was lying on the ground.

Guilliman and Sanguinius also stood aside, watching all this silently.

Curze committed unimaginable crimes against Vulcan, using various inhuman means to drive the immortal Vulcan crazy, and made him lose his mind in the torture of killing his subordinates and loyalists.

And now, Curze will pay the price.

Curze, who was limp on the ground, showed no remorse.

He laughed sinisterly, as if he was mocking the behavior of the three loyal Primarchs.

Such laughter made Lion angry, and he kicked him a few more times.

But Curze still showed no remorse, and the pain could not make him repent.

Lusha looked at Vorkan lying in the golden coffin and fell into deep thought.

The system built into his body scanned and analyzed him.

No one would think that he was standing with the three Primarchs as an offense.

Even the most unruly warriors of the Space Wolves Legion were convinced by this.

Strength is not just force, it also includes wisdom and strategy, as well as scientific and technological knowledge.

Lusha proved his strength, seized control of Macragge, and helped the three Primarchs subdue Curze.

These are all manifestations of Lusha's strength.

It is a feat that these warriors cannot achieve.

Curze's unrepentant attitude angered everyone.

When the three Primarchs could no longer restrain their hearts and wanted to beat Curze again to vent their anger.

Lusha finished the analysis and spoke.

"This Primarch does not seem to be dead, but his consciousness is fragmented. It is too slow to gather and show the state of death. His body is still running in a living state. As long as his main consciousness is restored, he can be resurrected."

Lusha's voice shocked the three loyal Primarchs who were originally ready to teach Curze a lesson, and then showed ecstasy.

Sanguinius looked at Lusha, "Then can you wake him up?"

"The Empire has complete brain research data. This is not difficult, but it takes some time and requires the assistance of some equipment."

Lusha whispered.

A large number of light spots emerged in the underground palace, densely packed, like fog.

“This is a scan projection of his brain interface. His subconscious mind is still working, but there is a problem with his main consciousness. Pure psionic energy is helping him repair his brain. Once the repair is completed,You can activate the body. "

Lu Sha enlarged the projection, each of which was a light spot similar to a neuron.

The three original bodies seemed to be in a complex network structure.

In the structure, some light would light up from time to time, then go out, and then light up again.

It was as if someone struggling was trying to wake up.

Lu Sha clicked on a glowing area to stop it from dimming.

The heartbeat echoed in the underground palace, just a dull heartbeat.

After Lu Sha withdrew his hand, The heartbeat disappeared.

Several Salamander warriors were ecstatic. Their gene father, the supreme leader of the legion, was still alive. This was undoubtedly great news.

Numien, a Salamander warrior, came over and knelt on one knee in front of Lusha.

He was very tall in armor, and even if he was half-kneeling, he was as tall as Lusha.

"On behalf of all the warriors of the Salamander Legion, I ask you to save our gene father. We will never forget your help to us. The Salamander Legion will become your friend."

Numien's eyes flashed with tears, and the short heartbeat gave them hope.

Vokhan, the Lord of Fire Dragon, was not dead.

And the man in front of him possessed mysterious technological power. Perhaps he could awaken the sleeping Lord of Fire Dragon and return Vokhan, their gene father and supreme leader, to them.

"You don't have to show me such courtesy, otherwise I will be punished. The law I abide by does not allow others to kneel before me. "

Lusha asked Numin to stand up, and waited until he stood up before continuing: "I will rescue him, but it will take a lot of time. During this period, I still need to help you build a large army so that you can stabilize the situation."

"If Volkan is really resurrected, it means that we will have four Primarch leaders, and the loyalists will surely win the final victory."

Auguston next to him was delighted and excited.

Other legion warriors gathered in Macragge were also encouraged.

Volkan is resurrected, the four Primarchs are gathered, and with the help of the mysterious Lusha, they will gain a greater advantage in this war.

Human hope will last forever.

"It's a pity that the father I'm waiting for is not here, otherwise the power of the loyalists will definitely be stronger. "

Captain of the Space Wolves' observation team, Faffnir, said somewhat depressed.

Since the attack on Horus's traitors, they have lost the news of the Gene Father.

The raging warp storm made it impossible to contact each other.

Now they can't even receive the situation on Terra.

The disappearance of the Emperor's Astronomical Torch made them wonder whether the Lord of Mankind had died in a shameful betrayal.

"As long as his body has not been seen, it does not necessarily mean that he is dead, whether it is Russ or Dorn, it is the same.They may still be fighting somewhere in the galaxy."

Guilliman looked around at everyone. Even though the entire galaxy was now in a terrible darkness, it did not mean that all hope had disappeared.

There must be countless loyalists fighting for the future of mankind.

Horus gained a temporary advantage, but he will pay a price for it.

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In the colorful warp that reveals infinite weirdness and horror.

A huge Queen of Glory-class ship is sailing.

It is the flagship of Horus, the leader of the rebellion, the Spirit of Vengeance.

This giant ship that once represented the glory of mankind has now become a place of horror filled with evil and terror. Ship.

It was a legendary ship built by the Emperor himself, the Mars Foundry Governor, and countless technical priests.

After Horus returned to follow the Emperor in battle, it was handed over to the hands of the Emperor's son.

Around the Vengeful Spirit, there are countless frigates, cruisers, supply ships and battleships.

They form a large-scale fleet, and wherever they go, there will be no grass and no life.

Inside the Vengeful Spirit.

At this time, the glory of the past is long gone, and the strange darkness covers every place, which is difficult to dispel no matter how the flickering lights shine.

The glorious lights and magnificent scenes in the past have been corrupted and desecrated. replaced.

The silk banners that once represented glorious achievements were all smashed to pieces.

Occasionally, one or two intact silk banners could be found, but they were also covered in filth.

The whispering darkness spread to every corner of the ship.

Broken bodies and bloody organs were everywhere, and even after a long time, there was no sign of drying.

The interior of the ship was unrecognizable.

Everything had lost its original appearance.

The metal equipment that once existed had grown flesh and blood.

The dark red blood flowed in the thick blood vessels, as if the ship had come to life.

There were countless faces on every wall.

The souls of the dead were like Trapped in the wall.

Those twisted faces let out silent wails.

Countless pale hands covered with strange scars will appear at every door of the ship.

They swing like drowning creatures, trying to grab anything they can and tear it apart.

Those suffering souls have been tortured and driven by endless malice to become one of them.

The slaves who have not died yet are driven to work, but they will soon fall to the ground.

Then the strange creatures will tear the bodies of the dead, crawl out of them, and become part of the ship.

The combat training ground in the ship emits cheers.

This place is still in operation.

The training objects inside are no longer those dull mechanical training puppets, but captured loyal warriors.

They were stripped of their armor and fought against the betrayers with the most primitive cold weapons.

Both sides will use cold weapons, and the dead will be dragged down directly.

"You will die in revenge, and Horus and the evil gods he believes in will die at the hands of humans."

A Space Wolf warrior looked at the traitor Abaddon in front of him and said in a weak voice.

"It's a pity that you are just dreaming. No one can defeat the Warmaster. Everything you insist on will be shattered, shattered by the Warmaster." Abaddon looked indifferently at the dying Space Wolf warrior in front of him, with his stomach cut open and his internal organs spilling all over the ground.

He stared at the loyal Space Wolf warrior in front of him.

The other party's once handsome face was covered with blood, and his internal organs had all flowed out. This was a sure death.

It is always so fun to crush the last persistence of these loyalists.

Abaddon walked in front of the opponent and put the fighting sword in his hand on the opponent's throat.

"It's a pity that you can't live that long, otherwise, the Alpha Legion will bring the head of your genetic father, Leman Russ, to see his eyes full of unwillingness and despair."

"The Space Wolves have been destroyed, and you have become history. Nothing can stop the Warmaster."

Abaddon looked at the Space Wolves warriors who were so excited that they vomited blood because of his words, laughed, and cut the opponent's throat in the unwilling eyes of the opponent.

The heavy body fell to the ground.

Abaddon also stopped laughing and looked outside the fighting field, "Bring the next wild dog here, I will let them die in despair."

At this time,

A warrior spoke, "Lord Abaddon, the Primarch summons you."

Only after hearing this did Abaddon throw away his weapon and leave the fighting field.

In the fighting field, the body of the Space Wolf warrior was thrown there, with despair and unwillingness on his face, as well as unspeakable sadness.

Sad that everything they fought for would be destroyed by these shameful traitors.

Humanity will completely fall into the abyss under the viciousness of these traitors.