bright"

The two "owners" of the power claws were "Astartes" wearing alternative Terminator power armor, painted black and gold, and using numerous human skulls as decorations.

Moreover, there are twelve such "Astartes".

At this moment, everyone heard the sound of "Shua~!" and saw a burst of dazzling blue light. Then, an "Astartes" who was also wearing an alternative Terminator, but without a helmet, walked slowly.

The light group gradually walked towards the reservists lying on the ground struggling.

No wonder the four reserves had no time to react. After all, alternative terminators also have the ability to teleport.

The traitor who had just completed the transmission and was not wearing a helmet had a huge five-edged power claw in his left hand gauntlet. His face was pale and cold, and his eyes were completely occupied by red light. It looked like "he" was the leader of this Terminator.

Or an elite sergeant.

The traitor approached the back of the Mammoth, bent down slightly, and used the uncharged "index finger" of the power claw to pierce a struggling reserve soldier, then straightened up and lifted him high.

"Bah, bang, bang." The blood quickly flowed out along the power claw, like a stream flowing through the claw tip and body, and then dripped to the ground.

Seeing this, the traitorous officer opened his mouth and took the initiative to "greet" the blood from the reserve force.

"Taste" it...

"Bah!" Then he spat out all the blood, and then shook his hand, throwing the reservist not far away, and finally landed in the burning Mammoth, alive and dead.

Immediately afterwards, the traitor commander lowered his head and looked down at the remaining three reserve officers who were still struggling to crawl despite losing their limbs and wanted to attack "him". He then glanced at the two reserve officers who were still in a coma, and his cold expression gradually turned into appreciation.

, and tried to persuade:

"You are not all fake, you can be regarded as our cousins, so I am here to give you a chance, a chance to choose the right path, abandon your ignorant belief in the false emperor, join our legion, join the Netherlands

The black warband of the Sons of Russ, working for the true Empire of Man, how'

"Ha!" A reservist turned around with difficulty. Although he looked up, his tone was like "looking down" and he yelled back, "Fuck you for telling us to betray our father and betray Sparta! Damn traitors!'

That is to say, the temperament and quality of the Spartans are among the top three among the ten legions. If those lying here are wolf cubs... they must include "Mom and Dad" in their curses.

Suddenly, the traitorous officer frowned, as if he heard some words that made "him" uncomfortable and nauseated, and the source of these words was not the reserve who scolded "him".

Looking along the source of the sound, the traitorous commander locked his eyes on the man with glasses who had been muttering "Bless the Speaker...Bless the Primarch" in a low voice, and "The Truth of Humanity" who was held in the arms of the man with glasses.

"Shut up!" the traitorous chief shouted loudly, and released powerful psychic energy at the man with glasses, seemingly wanting to "shock" Mike's family and all the residents to death.

"You're young, don't be so angry.'
Chapter completed!