Chapter 866 Uncle Will Show You His Skills

The white light is Chagatai, or to be more precise, it is the light reflected when his broadsword dances rapidly.

Mortals cannot capture the speed of a Space Marine, and a Space Marine cannot capture the speed of a Primarch. There is also a difference in speed between the original bodies. The fighting ability displayed by Jaghatai when he was running at a rapid speed was as natural and smooth as breathing. He was like a human-shaped lightning, falling straight from the sky to the ground in an instant, waiting for a shock to completely spread over him. After the sky was reflected in my eyes for a long time, the roar came too late.

The narrow distance of 20 meters was not enough for the Thunder to spread out, but fortunately the front line attacked by the Iron Hands was long enough, which gave Chagatai ample opportunity to warm up.

The banging sounds of metal collision are connected together. These independent sounds appear to be long and long under the pressure of speed, and the pictures corresponding to the sounds are one after another of steel hands, people flipping on their backs, and a warning scar is cut on their chests. , the power roaring out from the back of the blade penetrated through this insignificant opening, and hit hard on the flesh and blood of the Space Marine.

Although the complex composition of flesh and iron of the Iron Hands Space Marines requires Jaghatai to exert different forces when slashing, he can instantly tell the difference between the Iron Hands and the Iron Hands by the slight change in sound when the blade touches the armor. Iron Hands are different and exert just the right amount of force.

Those Iron Hands that had not yet undergone large-scale transformation were struck by Chagatai, causing chest tightness, shortness of breath, and black eyes. Those Iron Hand veterans whose bodies were half made of iron were struck by Chagatai's sword. The metal vibrated at high frequencies, shaking their brains to the point where they were unable to provide effective feedback to the various parts of their bodies.

As soon as the Destroyers pointed their guns at the backs of their brothers, Jaghatai had already knocked the Iron Hand forwards off their feet. He rushed unstoppably towards the Destroyers in the rear who were holding heavy weapons, and stopped them with a roar. the behavior of.

"stop!"

The roar entered the hearts of the Iron Hand Destroyers, and their rational and cold thinking was shocked for a moment. When they realized that they should fight back, they found themselves lying on the ground staring directly at the ceiling.

what happened?

All the Iron Hands lying on the ground asked themselves this, and those who did not enter the attack range of Chagatai finally saw clearly who attacked them.

Jaghatai Khan did all this without even shedding a drop of sweat. He flicked two beautiful swords and put them into their sheaths. The buzzing sound of the blades cutting through the air woke up the stunned steel hands, and they barely moved. The brain that goes down can finally make a clear judgment on the scene.

Three seconds, just three seconds.

At 0.2 seconds, Jaghatai launched a sudden attack on Stunus. He knocked down Stunus with a knife and then rushed towards the Iron Hand who took steps together.

At one point and five seconds, the four company commanders and 100 soldiers who formed the first row of the Iron Hands formation were completely knocked down by Chagatai.

In two seconds, Jaghatai's roar shocked the 40 Destroyers in the second and third platoons of the Iron Hands who were preparing to support the front line.

In three seconds, Jaghatai knocked down the Destroyers wielding twin melta cannons and plasma cannons to the ground. As for the Destroyers using heavy bolter machine guns, he ignored them. Ordinary heavy explosive shells could not damage Fulgrim's flesh.

The sound of the warrior lying on the ground trying to move his body could not stop the spread of silence. What finally broke the death-like atmosphere was the excited and passionate war cry of the White Scar. Although they didn't see clearly how Chagatai knocked down hundreds of steel hands, it didn't stop them from shouting for their father's awesomeness.

Colvin and the Raven Guard on the side felt even more uncomfortable. They were as depressed as the White Scar was happy.

"For the Great Khan and the Emperor! For the Great Khan and the Emperor! For the Great Khan and the Emperor!"

Jaghatai looked back at the cheerful white scar, with a clear sense of disgust in his eyes. Doing all this is not something worth bragging about and shouting about.

Eyes widened!

The white scars wilted like eggplants beaten by frost, and some white scars did not respond. They only had time to lower their voices slightly.

"For the Great Khan and the Emperor. For the Great Khan and the Emperor."

Stunus also regained his composure at this time. He covered his buzzing head and turned over with difficulty from the ground. He raised his head and subconsciously looked in the direction of the cheering White Scars, seeing Jaghatai. That majestic back.

"What the hell is going on."

Stunus could not understand everything that happened in just a few seconds. The sudden changes in the Brotherhood, the Emperor's Children, and the Brotherhood confused his thoughts.

A hand was placed on Stunus' shoulder, "I know what's coming next may be difficult for you to accept, but I hope you can stay calm."

Following the sound, Fulgrim's apologetic face filled Stunus' vision.

All confusion was once again replaced by anger, and Stunus, who was lying on the ground, punched Fulgrim in the face.

Facing the oncoming iron fist, Fulgrim did not dodge. And he relaxed his body, calmly facing the wrath of the Iron Hand.

The fist hit Fulgen's face, so hard that the clenched metal fingers rubbed bright sparks. Fulgan's face tilted back slightly with the force. Not to mention scars, not even bruises appeared on that handsome and fair face.

Stunus finished with one punch and followed it up with another, condensing all the hatred he and the Iron Hands felt for Slaanesh, the Emperor's Children, and Fulgrim into his fist.

The sound of beatings rained down on the iron shed, and Stunus pressed on Fugen in a rage while punching him. Fugen lay on his back in a big letter shape, and Stunus sat on Fugen's chest armor, grabbing his silver hair with one hand and smashing Fugen's face with the other.

The iron hand made by Stunus himself was broken, and small metal parts flowed out of the increasingly large gaps with blood.

Stunus didn't know how long he had been beating, he felt that his hands were on the verge of disintegration, and his body issued a constant alarm due to excessive consumption.

He felt exhausted by the anger, and he moved his twisted fist away and saw a broken face. Metal fragments were embedded in the flesh, and bloodstains and bruises were all over Fugen's face like camouflage.

"Are you dead? Traitor?" Stunus asked with a heavy breath.

Fugen opened his eyes. He was not angry because of Stunus's rough beating, but he was very sad now.

A tear rolled down the corner of his eye, pushing away the blood and metal slag, and Fugen spoke hoarsely to Stunus.

"It's too bad that I'm not dead."