Chapter 240 Burning Loyalty

"Lord Guilliman, drink this first.

Several [Dreadnaught Mechs] formed an iron wall around them, blocking Robert Guilliman, who was covered in scars all over his body.

The injuries on the Lord of Ultramar were very revealing. Due to the cruel torture of the ferocious bald man, there was really not a single piece of good flesh on his body.

"Thank you. Ahem."

Robert Guilliman spoke weakly, but before he could finish his words, he coughed up a lot of blood.

There was nothing that could be done about it. The injuries on his body would have killed an ordinary Space Marine a long time ago. In other words, as a Primarch, he could barely survive due to his strong physique.

Robert Guilliman gently took the suitcase from the [Dreadnaught Mech]. When he opened it, he saw a black reagent.

Since the [Dreadnought Mecha] could not actually control its own power, the considerate Norimei Isayama specially prepared a suitcase for them to use to send the bottle of engine oil to Robert Guilliman.

Robert Guilliman originally thought it was a bottle of ordinary potion to treat injuries, but it seemed to be a bit beyond his expectations.

How should I put it, it doesn’t feel like it’s for people to drink.

This unknown liquid looks quite mellow, and even a slight shaking will not cause any shaking.

Glassware serves as a container to isolate certain substances, but it can still give people a sense of the extraordinary nature of this reagent.

But when Robert Guilliman unscrewed the bottle cap and sniffed it to his nose, even with his superhuman body, he couldn't bear the irritating smell.

It's so spicy that I feel like vomiting.

Robert Guilliman screwed on the bottle cap at a very fast speed. At the same time, he also had a premonition that something bad would happen if he drank this thing.

If you eat something of unknown origin, you may not know what will happen.

So after taking a look, Robert Guilliman screwed the bottle cap on.

He felt that the current injury did not seem to be inevitable.

"Lord Guilliman?"

[Dreadnaught Mecha] I'm a little confused. If Robert Guilliman wasn't seriously injured, why didn't he drink this healing potion?

In their impression, Isayama Norimei is a sage from the Mechanical Mars Cult, so there should be no problems with what he gives.

The Empire's double-headed eagle symbolizes the Emperor, and the Martian Mechanicus, as loyal allies, created a powerful Empire.

Isayama Nomei led the [Dreadless Mecha] to resist the rebels. In their eyes, he was already the most loyal and reliable comrade-in-arms.

[Dreadless Mecha] The host was stuffed into a small sarcophagus. His brain was not very easy to use, and now it is even more like a muscle.

Isayama Nomei said that this thing can cure Robert Guilliman, so it will definitely cure him.

Therefore, Robert Guilliman was obviously seriously injured but did not take any medicine. This strange behavior made [Dreadnaught Mech] find it very strange.

"I'm fine"

Robert Guilliman waved his hand, looking very serious.

"Ask my children to bring some medicine, and I'll just take it and be fine."

[Ultramarine] also has its own pharmacist, so there is actually little need for such strange medicines.

"vomit."

But before Robert Guilliman could even finish his words, he vomited a large pool of blood again. There were a lot of internal organs mixed in there.

It's obvious that this guy is just talking hard. In fact, if his injury is not treated as soon as possible, Robert Guilliman may become the first Primarch to be killed in battle, and he will not be able to wait for his descendants to get the medicine. time.

"Come on, it's not poison."

This time Isayama Nomei's voice came from the [Dreadnought Mecha], not through the effect of psychic spells.

This kind of transmission distance no longer requires the use of psychic spells, so it is better to save some psychic power output.

Robert Guilliman's gaffes all appeared in front of Isayama Norimei, and he suddenly changed from an unreachable regent to someone he could actually contact.

"If I hadn't sent these fearless people here, it would still be a question whether you believed in your father or not."

If Norimei Isayama hadn't risked the sinking of both battleships and urgently teleported the [Dreadnought Mech], Robert Guilliman would have been completely tainted by Cole Phalon.

"Have I ever cheated you so far?"

Isayama Nomei sneered, this guy was far more timid than he thought.

"The majestic Lord of Ultramar, wouldn't he dare not even drink a tube of potion?"

Robert Guilliman heard what Nori Isayama said and wanted to refute, but he opened his mouth and finally said nothing.

He gritted his teeth and unscrewed the cap of the bottle, then drank it all in one breath.

Robert Guilliman opened his eyes suddenly, his expression quite ferocious.

"Holy shit, I was fooled."

The taste was so pure that I felt like I was about to pass. It looked so mellow, but the taste in my mouth was very rough, as if there were sharp knives scratching the inside of my mouth.

Robert Guilliman forced himself to swallow it, but it was obvious that this was not something disgusting that he could force himself to swallow.

As soon as it entered his throat, it felt like drinking extremely hot magma. His tongue, which had been numb, actually regained a different taste experience.

What was even more exaggerated was that Robert Guilliman even began to recall his childhood. It was clearly a life-saving medicine, but he drank a revolving lantern.

Looking back on his life, perhaps the only regret was that he could not give these traitors a fatal blow.

This taste might be much more unpalatable than anything Robert Guilliman had imagined so far.

"It's useless to spit it out, brother."

Isayama Kenmei seemed to have expected it and said this to him directly.

He looked at the big screen, where Robert Guilliman was holding his neck tightly with both hands, kneeling on the ground and twitching violently, as if he was going to strangle himself to death.

Immediately give a reminder, otherwise if this continues, Robert Guilliman is likely to spit it out directly.

But Robert Guilliman was already so miserable, and Isayama Kenmei was thinking in his mind if this thing was made into a VCR, would there be many people watching it.

But this idea is too hellish, so it's just a thought. After all, vilifying the image of the Regent of the Empire will lead to the Inquisition.

The potion that Kenmei Isayama gave him was just a healing potion that can accelerate the self-healing of Titans, so it may be a bit too strong for Space Marines.

Little-known fact: Although Titans are purely mechanical products, they can self-repair after being injured on the battlefield and in missions.

Kenmei Isayama's potion is a healing potion that accelerates this process, and his logic is very simple. Even a behemoth like Titan can heal itself, so it makes no sense that Robert Guilliman's illness can't be cured.

It's called a critical period of emergency treatment. Although it's rough on the battlefield, it's very practical and can save the patient's life.

On the other side, Kor Phaeron was not knocked unconscious by that fierce punch, but he couldn't free his hands temporarily.

"Where did these damn beasts come from?"

In Cole-Phelan's sight, a fist kept getting bigger. When he recovered, he had penetrated several walls and was heavily embedded in them.

Although he was not seriously injured, it was still embarrassing to be beaten so far in public.

Cole-Phelan had clearly killed all the [Dreadnoughts] before, so why did such a group of iron lumps appear?

"Teleport?"

Cole-Phelan shook his dizzy head and realized that they were teleported from his "Pseudo-Emperor".

But before he could pull himself out of the ruins, he heard a shrill whistle in the air, and the terrible impact force directly tore and twisted the special alloy.

Cole-Phelan was once again buried in darkness, and this time it was even stronger than the impact just now.

Immediately, there was another fierce collision. It was the [Dreadnought] that squeezed Cole-Phelan in again with its thick body.

If you can see it, you will find that there are two flame-breathing thrusters behind the [Dreadnought] that are constantly pushing forward, giving it a powerful thrust.

The [Dreadnought] is obviously a very large body, but it has extremely strong flexibility. With the power gauntlet in its hand, it slams Cole Phaeron against the wall with punch after punch.

This [Dreadnought] is quite fierce, because he is a veteran among the veterans of the war group. If it is made according to the nails of the later world, he has at least ten golden nails in service.

He is fierce when he goes to the battlefield, and he is still fierce when he is a [Dreadnought], always charging at the forefront.

The power gauntlet in the hands of the [Dreadnought] has been overloaded, especially the parts, which have turned from the original black to the current orange-red.

The visual sense of the ridiculously high temperature gives people a feeling that it is about to explode.

One hand of the [Dreadnought] is a power gauntlet, but the other hand is a flamethrower.

The high temperature on it can even melt the armor of military armored vehicles equipped with complete protective functions. The power of that high temperature is quite amazing. Every time he punches, he will use this flamethrower to roast the guy inside.

When the [Dreadnought] was about to pull the trigger of the flamethrower on his other arm, he suddenly found that he could not move.

"You really pissed me off."

The walls around were scorched black and there were very obvious signs of burning. In the deepest part, a pair of eyes were all blood-red and stared at the brave battlefield veteran.

Kor-Fallon's anger has been fully expressed with his psychic power. Under his control, the shaky [Glory of Macragge] battleship regained its balance.

Moreover, the [Dreadnought] was completely unable to move. Even if the thrusters behind it were almost burned out, it could not prevent him from being firmly imprisoned in place and unable to move.

Kor Phaeron's eyes condensed, and the two mechanical arms of the [Dreadnought] that had offended him just now all exploded at this moment, and the parts shattered and scattered all over the ground.

And the captain of the first company of the [Word Bearers] gradually walked out of the pile of ruins and came to the front of the [Dreadnought].

Kor Phaeron, who was completely ignited by anger, tore the mecha with his bare hands, and his right hand with five fingers together directly penetrated the chest of the [Dreadnought].

Visible blood gradually flowed down. Inside the [Dreadless Mecha] was a sarcophagus, which contained the body tissue belonging to the original battlefield veteran, which was the heart of the [Dreadnought Mecha].

Originally it was the sound of steel being torn apart at first, but then it was the sound of flesh being penetrated, and a huge bloody hole was opened directly from the middle of the [Dreadnought Mecha].

A cruel smile appeared in Cole Phaeron's eyes. He wanted to pull the guy who betrayed him out of this machine.

Different from the majestic appearance of the [Dreadnought Mecha], there is only a charred black and almost invisible fleshy thing inside. It is surrounded by life-sustaining equipment to help these surviving warriors as much as possible. , to extend their lives.

But this is the truth about these veterans of the Chapter. They were seriously injured and could only hide in this small box, burning their last bit of blood for the empire.

The dry and emaciated human form may have seen real light for the first time in many years. His facial features were almost invisible and he spoke dryly.

"For the Emperor."

"Does the Emperor want your scrap metal?"

Cole Phaeron sneered mercilessly. In his eyes, these people gave the Chaos forces unwanted things that no one wanted.

Suddenly, the [Dreadnaught Mech], which had been silent just now, seemed to have infinite power, and its entire body collapsed on Cole Phalon, and the last trace of fuel was about to be burned out.

This is the last dazzling bloom of life, and a large number of high explosives that had been buried inside the [Dreadnought Mecha] by Isayama Norimei were immediately detonated.

"Finally I can rest."

A trace of relief appeared on Rouduan's face

Isayama Kenmei watched as a huge hole was blown out of thin air on the [Macragge's Glory], and the raging fire inside swallowed everything.

"Well, rest in peace."

That feeling that seemed to be the embodiment of the most loyal and sincere feelings towards the Emperor directly swallowed up the meat ball and Kor Phaeron.

It is a burning loyalty!

"What a piece of trash. Even if it blows up, it won't hurt me even a hair."

In the fierce flames, a humanoid figure walked out freely.

Surprisingly, it was Cole Phaeron. Apart from being a little embarrassed by the self-destruction, he had no other injuries. He was also healed by his own healing psychic spell.

The big bald man was cursing and seemed quite unhappy with the self-destruction attack of the [Dreadnaught Mecha].

"No, he has done everything he can do."

A rather strong body appeared in front of Cole Phaeron. He bent down and picked up only half of the [Dreadnought Mecha] head, and said in a solemn tone.

"Leave the rest to me."

"Guilliman, what's wrong with you?"

Cole Fallon felt a little strange. Why did this guy feel like he had changed?

The shirtless Robert Guilliman was bathed in golden flames. All the muscles in his body swelled, and his eyes changed from blue to gold. There seemed to be infinite power beneath the explosive muscles.

Indifferently, he held the great sword blessed by the Emperor in one hand and stared at Kor Phaeron with angry eyes, like an angry god.

"I will kill you today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cole Phaeron was directly lifted up by Robert Guilliman and flew out like a toy.

The far greater physical strength than before caught the bald man off guard, and he was led by Robert Guilliman.

Cole Phaeron wanted to mobilize his psychic power, but found that the powerful power of Bailuling failed at this moment, and there seemed to be a strange energy rushing through his body.

This feeling, after being beaten by Robert Guilliman, even gave him the urge to vomit blood.

"Don't forget that you just suffered the self-destruction of that veteran."

Those explosives are also specially designed for psykers. Along with the explosion, dust is spread in the air that can prevent psykers from using psychic spells.

Robert Guilliman put his foot on Kor Phaeron's abdomen and fixed him tightly to the escape pod.

The escape pod can be ejected directly to the top of the battleship, and the Emperor's cultists are also at the top of the battleship.

Robert Guilliman is fulfilling his agreement with Isayama Norimei, and that is the graveyard of the captain of the first company of the [Word Bearers].

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