They saw the golden-red Imperial Demigod waiting for them at their retreat.
"Hey, you bastards!"
Angron smiled.
Then he raised the god of war's roar in his hand.
"Are you ready to face judgment?!"
Wails erupted as Angron began to vent; this world was too oppressive.
"Will we succeed, nail?"
"Everything can fail, but as long as our path is correct, then we will succeed!"
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volume one: Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty-Eight: Going Too Far!
Blood seeped uncontrollably from the wound.
Jandor Skalewok clutched his chest; the blood hole left by the Primarch's penetration still oozed fresh blood. In fact, even a madman and pervert like him still had crimson blood.
He had already sent the intelligence back to his family. Compared to his family's panic, he hoped his wicked family members could help attract the attention of the loyalists. He wanted to live.
No matter what… he wanted to live.
When Jandor Skalewok arrived in a small room, only two loyal scumbags accompanied him. He took a deep breath, ignoring the mortals who lay dead on the floor.
"This place has been searched. They won't search here again for a while."
One scumbag spoke, looking at the blood hole in Jandor Skalewok's chest, his electronic goggles flickering a few times.
"The Skalewok family's escape ship has been destroyed. The War Hounds and the Night Haunter have blockaded the entire planet. My lord, perhaps we…"
"I don't understand."
Jandor Skalewok hung his head, sweat trickling down his pale face.
"How did they find out?!"
No one could answer Jandor Skalewok's question.
Whether it was the War Hounds or something else, they didn't know now. They only knew that they were in a vortex of death and fear, and they knew Konrad Curze's methods.
"Alright, we should go!"
Jandor Skalewok stopped thinking. He directly pulled open the door. He had to escape from here. Nostramo no longer had a place for him. He had made a plan: return to the main hall, hide in the shadows, and wait for the Night Lords' search to yield nothing. Then they could start a new life.
The Emperor would not tolerate two Legions wasting time pursuing traitors on one world.
For the Emperor, the Great Crusade was his lifeblood!
"How did you know he was here?"
As Sevatar's hoarse voice sounded, Jandor Skalewok looked at the Iron Warriors lined up in front of him: Sevatar, Shen, Gell, Khârn, as well as Varys and Fell Zarost, and the Redeemer Guard standing in the street, and the Night Lords perched on various buildings.
There was no escape!
"This is my father's greatness!"
Khârn grunted, swinging his Chainsword, staring intently at the traitor before him.
"It's over. Everything should be over."
Jandor Skalewok let out a tragic laugh.
"My brothers, in fact, we are all the same. You too are mired in slaughter. Do your hands not bear the blood of innocents? Think about everything Konrad Curze is doing to me now; he will come for you too then!"
"We are the same kind! Konrad Curze and I are also the same kind, but that cowardly fellow refuses to admit it! We…"
"I admit it."
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