Chapter 642: Dragon of Mars: I am the Milk Dragon!

A figure as tall as an Astartes stood before Engul's massive Skitarii army.

In the auspex detection implanted in Engul's body, that was an Astartes, and the paint was the blue of the Ultramarines.

But in the only flesh eye Engul had left, that Astartes seemed to be shrouded in a shadow, and the tone of his whole body was closer to some dark blue than the Ultramarine blue, like... like...

like a Night Lord————

Like lightning flashing in the night, that dark blue figure transformed into a pale light, and before Engul's perception system could react, he arrived in front of Engul.

The sound of the chainsword roaring and surging rang out, and the sharp blade slashed into Engul's neck, instantly severing Engul's neck. Electric sparks surged from the broken opening of his neck.

Engul's head, wrapped in a bright red hood symbolizing the Archmagos, fell to the ground with a bang.

Clear, bright, and thorough.

The surrounding Skitarii didn't even react until his head had rolled for a few seconds and his eyes had completely lost their color.

They looked at the Astartes standing beside Engul's corpse in disbelief.

Engul's body had undergone complex mechanical modifications, and his lower body was like a sturdy war machine. Even after losing his head, he still stood in place in a terrifying posture, like a headless Sphinx.

But compared to this corpse, the Astartes standing in the shadow of Engul's remains, whose power armor shimmered with a dark blue luster, was even more terrifying.

He was pale and gloomy, not like standing on the scorching Mars, but rather like a ghost bathed in the cold fluorescent light of a small alley after a rainy night in a city without light, gazing at the poor bugs who had strayed into his hunting ground.

The Skitarii held weapons in their hands, and beside them stood Knights and Titans.

But that Astartes, just by the terrifying aura he spread, deterred all the armed forces that had once belonged to Engul.

That Astartes looked around, then disappeared among the ten thousand armies in an instant, leaving only Engul's Skitarii bewildered.

Titus, the former Second Captain of the Ultramarines and the Chosen of the Night Haunter, retreated into the strange cave he was guarding.

This was a strange engineering feat flickering with silver dazzling light, as massive as if the core of Mars had been hollowed out. Looking at it, one couldn't see the edge of the cave. Those silver rocks seemed to be extending toward an infinitely distant space.

Only a protruding rock shelf stood in the center of this massive cave, like a stage in the center of a silver theater.

For these days, Titus had been ordered to guard this cave.

According to Saint Doraemon, the dragon that had been defeated by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang in the past was imprisoned in this cave.

Titus had never seen the existence of the dragon. When he first came here, he thought he would see a giant dragon with scales and huge wings crawl out of this silver cave. As a result, after exploring, he found that this cave was nearly empty.

But this didn't mean Titus had no work to do.

Although he couldn't see it with the naked eye, Titus could feel that the "Dragon" was becoming increasingly urgent.

At first, it was some machines appearing inexplicably around the cave, then gradually some unmanned war machines appeared trying to enter the cave, then some insane Skitarii, some Mechanicus Tech-Priests with abnormal mental states, one or two Titan Legion Warhounds that had left the formation...

This time, a whole unit appeared.

Vaguely, Titus sensed some of the Dragon's emotions.

Long ago, the dragon had also tried such resistance, such a struggle, trying to escape this cage built by the Master of Mankind.

But as time passed, the dragon gradually gave up struggling, beginning to get used to the quiet, plain, comfortable, and easy life in the cage.

In other words, the dragon had "laid flat."

The few times the dragon was sober were during the era when humans developed the Internet on Earth. The dragon's leaking authority could relatively easily manipulate the network composed of electricity and information, using the information of humans in it to amuse itself, and would split its will into thousands, scattered in all parts of the network, relying on "classic, filial, urgent, happy, clam, numb, six arts" to counter-troll, provoke, attack, and irritate humans to obtain a sense of revenge.

Later, the Internet disappeared and was abandoned, and the dragon began the days of sleeping every day, spending the long years in sleep.

But now, the dragon had begun to panic. It seemed to be afraid of something, struggling desperately to break free from the cage.

But what was the dragon afraid of? What was it afraid of?

Honestly, the dragon itself didn't seem to know. It seemed to have instinctively sensed danger in its sleep, and the sleepy dragon urgently began to struggle and resist.

And the dragon was surprised to find that after sleeping for so many years, it had actually become more powerful than before.

Titus shook his head. No matter what it was afraid of, Titus's duty was to prevent it from escaping.

Suddenly, Titus sensed that something was wrong with his power armor, as if mechanical structures were damaged and some invisible tiny damages appeared.

When... was it damage accumulated slowly?

Titus suddenly realized that the dragon hadn't done nothing. It was afraid that it had been secretly invading Titus's power armor, using the slight power it leaked to slowly accumulate damage. Those accumulations erupted at this moment, damaging Titus's power armor.

"I am Violence S!"

A somewhat stiff mechanical voice suddenly rang out in the power armor's communication:

"Release me, otherwise I will torture you, the hand is very black!"

What kind of thing...

Titus was stunned for a moment, but more voices began to ring in his ears, surging directly into his head.

"Babies eat rice oil, fat and white at one hundred days."

"Look at our fetal-vegetarian babies."

"Europeans don't have the habit of drinking boiled water; how did they invent the steam engine?"

"The Industrial Revolution was all stolen from the Yongle Encyclopedia."

"You are a typical Android-person thinking."

"Rejoice that technology is in the hands of civilization."

"Why do girls' genes have the father's chromosomes? Can they be dug out and thrown away?"

"Why is it 'All under Heaven for the Public' instead of 'All under Heaven for the Mother'? Why is it 'Citizen' instead of 'Mother-citizen'?"

"I won't say a word until Constantinople is renamed Jin-Guo-Lu-Bi-Bao."

A series of abstract, twisted, indescribable, and outrageous content frantically surged into Titus's brain.

The moment Titus heard those voices, he understood the meaning of those words. These voices couldn't truly hurt his spirit, but they made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The dragon used this way to vent its harmless but disgusting attacks on Titus.

This was also one of the few things the dragon could do. The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's cage was solid enough to block almost all of its power.

Just at this moment, a round hand suddenly reached out from behind Titus, gently patting Titus's power armor a few times.

In an instant, Titus's power armor recovered as before, and those voices also disappeared. ===== CHAPTER 643 =====