Chapter 69 The end of a war, undercurrent

This is the first time the Imperial Army has faced failure since its establishment.

Whether it is the demon-like rampaging Titan or the numerous highly lethal battleships, they are all powerful enemies that the Empire has never faced before.

None of them could have imagined that Mars alone could have the power to compete with the entire solar system!

If the current rate is maintained, it won't take long before the empire's combat power will be cut off here.

How is this possible! The Great Crusade has not yet begun, and countless compatriots are still struggling to survive at the hands of those villains who are taking advantage of the situation. How can the empire fall at this moment!

Stand up! Stand up!

A miracle happened. The injured soldiers stood up again. Like the blessing of gods, the golden brilliance washed their bodies and spirits.

When the golden sun comes to Mars, it is not a miracle, it is an emperor!

"Praise the Emperor!!!"

No amount of praise can describe the excitement of the Imperial soldiers. They could only shout "Praise the Emperor" wildly, and then they raised their bolt guns and charged at the enemy without fear of death.

Will it succeed?

It disappeared almost instantly. The shadow of the devil, which could match the power of 980,000 horses, was melted by the emperor before it could even hold on for a breath.

The effect was very remarkable. Planets were recovered one by one and enemies were eradicated one by one.

What it brought was the news of the death of the Iron Emperor and the destruction of the Mars Resistance Army.

The emperor will not talk, the emperor will not cry.

Compared to the enthusiasm of the Empire's warriors, the morale of the Martian warriors was obviously beginning to decline.

Isulde shuddered, saluted, and left the courtyard located in the chaotic time and space.

A-1, or Isulde, knelt down to a place where a being in a golden robe with the head of a human and the body of a dragon was entrenched on a golden throne.

Unification is inevitable, Terra will eventually be glorious again, and peace will be restored to the galaxy.

"Damn rebel! Damn Ifrit!!!" Isulde left the subspace and smashed most of the asteroid in front of him with one punch. The dissatisfaction of being denied and the jealousy in his heart made Iron Man unable to control his physique.

But when the Emperor came to the Adeptus Mechanicus in person, and in a secret meeting, everyone from the Great Sage to the Mechanicus Priest expressed their loyalty to the Emperor.

Isulde suddenly raised his head and said excitedly: "That traitor didn't know how to cherish your gift, but chose to attack the throne! This kind of villain should be sentenced to death!"

Under a thousand rays of light, the divine Emperor reigns over Mars.

But why does the emperor always have a sad look on his face? Why is there always worry in his eyes?

Lu Mingfei's voice was full of regret as the back of his claws covered with black lins rubbed his chin: "Ifrit, I quite like her. I never thought she would hate me so much."

The Great Crusade has begun, and the warriors are becoming more and more desperate, regardless of life and death, wanting to show their worth and repay the Emperor.

The return of the Primarchs allowed the Emperor to finally take some time to do what he could do best, and he left the ranks of the Great Crusade and returned to Terra.

"For the Emperor!!!"

The gap between mortals and gods is so great that even if they attack for ten thousand years, they will not be able to break the emperor's defense.

The soldiers and civilians of Terra were heartbroken, and their own weakness meant that they could never help their master achieve anything.

"No! I don't want to see the emperor lose to the false emperor or anything like that! I don't want to see such a tragic situation!"

The commander yelled: "What are you doing?! Let's not talk about whether the emperor was defeated by the false emperor. Even if the emperor really lost, what you have to do is to take up weapons to avenge the emperor, instead of waiting in mourning for those transformation monsters

I'll put the bolter in your mouth! Now, keep fighting!"

Horus, Leman Russ, Ferrus Manus, Fulgrim.

Everything is developing in a good direction, and even when no one is around, the Emperor will show a slight smile.

The Great Crusade is proceeding in an orderly manner, and the residents of Mars have forgotten their dissatisfaction. As long as someone can give them a peaceful life, they will obey. Now it seems that there is not much difference between living under the Emperor and living under the Emperor.

The Adeptus Mechanicus, on the other hand, was dissatisfied. They believed that the Emperor had killed the representative of the gods. He was the lifelong enemy of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"My God, all the awakened ones have been dispatched, and everything is going smoothly. I believe your body will be returned soon." Her voice was hoarse and sharp, no longer as sweet as before.

Tens of thousands of rampaging Titans activated synchronization, and the black fields were connected to each other, and finally turned into a black phantom that was 10,000 meters high, like a peerless demon!

The phantom claws at the sun to destroy the pillars of the empire.

Lu Mingfei shook his head to show that he didn't care, and looked at her as coldly as a cold pool: "Since you are fine, there is no need to stay here. Your mission is to serve me until your life is exhausted."

But how long can the Empire go smoothly? What is it that can make the Emperor devote himself wholeheartedly?

Within subspace.

His son, his warrior.

"Impossible, this is definitely not true! How could the emperor lose to this fake emperor?!"

The Milky Way is recovering at an incredible speed, and the benefits of the expedition to the Milky Way are also reflected: the military power of the Empire is like gathering sand into a tower, no longer showing the decline of mankind in the Dark Ages. The Primarchs are also discovered one by one, and the interstellar

The warrior legion finally welcomed back their father.

She is obviously not weaker than Ifrit in every aspect, but God has never planned to let her serve as a personal attendant.

She couldn't understand why her own god had invited Ifrit as a valet, and she couldn't understand why Ifrit refused.

But they always heard the emperor's sighs and saw the emperor's distress.

"Where is the emperor? Where is our emperor?"

The commander of the Titan Legion also gave the order: "Start synchronization! This is a battle of life and death. Crush the false emperor and his empire together!"

"Thank you for your concern. My health is not serious. The biggest blow to me is that the traitor escaped!" Isulde was frightened, and the god's casual question was the ultimate concern for her.

"Kneel down to the God Emperor and return to glory!" the monks sang on the battlefield, but could the soldiers of Mars hear it?

Can't hear.

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Their surrender brought about a round of updates to the Empire's technology. Titans appeared in multiples, and power armor was also updated and iterated, bringing many conveniences to the Empire's warriors.

Evil Lu Mingfei waved his paws: "Don't worry, your body will come back sooner or later, but Isulde, your injuries haven't recovered yet?"

The Emperor was proud of his Primarchs, and proud of his Astartes. He was no emotionless god, and he never used the Space Marines as tools.

No one knows what he does, maybe Prime Minister Machado knows, but he never intends to interfere with his friend's behavior.

I'm afraid she didn't even notice that as her faith deepened, her emotions became increasingly chaotic and intense.

In this cruel, cold, crazy world,

Those who follow God will eventually become one with God.

Assimilation is always going on.
Chapter completed!