A Core Ship From The Start

Chapter 1424: Chapter 963: Destruction and Immortality

Their birth was meant to transform them into angels.

Superior to those legions bearing the title of angels, and even more superior to other Asttart Legions that swept across the Milky Way for the Human Empire and were dubbed with the name of Death Angels, there was only one Legion that fully understood the true, complete meaning of such an ideal – born to be angels, becoming the vision predestined at their creation, achievable only through striving for perfection.

Only one Legion was granted The Emperor’s name, only one Legion was chosen to wear the symbol of the Human Lord, and only one Legion was worthy of being called his sons.

The Emperor’s Sons.

However, all that glory is a thing of the past. The current angels have abandoned their original faith, ideals, and everything they once were, prostrate at the feet of their new god, degraded to become remnants of corruption and decay. The fallen angels no longer deserve to be called angels, and this marks the end of their path.

The smell of irritating gases hits the face and then disperses in front of Duanmu Huai’s helmet. Duanmu Huai never takes off his helmet idly for no reason, and certainly not for the ludicrous reason of “not wanting to scare others” as his family’s ‘little padded jacket’ would say, but simply to avoid being taken advantage of. Followers of the Obsessive Sin and Corrupted Foil, in particular, like to use various types of poisonous gases to weaken their opponents, just like now.

Rose-colored smoke wafts around Duanmu Huai. Just one breath in, and one would feel unimaginable happiness and pleasure, as well as bliss akin to a soul ascending to Heaven. But it cannot approach the giant before us – with every step Duanmu Huai takes, the Power of Destruction emanating from him flutters about ruthlessly, driving away the surrounding rose mist. It’s like an unromantic man, who unhesitatingly severs the fragrance of the young girl before him.

Opposite Duanmu Huai is a group of Astartes clad in luxurious purple-red precious metal Battle Armor, staring at the unwelcome guest before them, raising the Sonic Amplifier Cannons on their forearms —— the very next moment, the ear-piercing noise capable of pulverizing both ceramic and flesh erupts from the speakers and voice grilles on these warriors’ armor, nearly shredding the walls and floors along its path, a roar like mountains crumbling and the earth splitting heads straight for Duanmu Huai.

This noise infuriates Duanmu Huai immensely. The feeling is just like when you’re revising for the college entrance exam and hear the aunties downstairs dancing square dances, or when you come home tired from a day at work, ready to sleep, but the aunties are still dancing below, and even after you’ve spoken to them calmly, they continue their dance. At that moment, you have only one thought.

And that is………