Chapter 681: Are You Very Angry?

The moment the order was issued, the psychic concentration on the battlefield surged abruptly!

Valantis himself took the lead.

He held the Heavenly Punishment Demon-Cleaving Halberd high, its tip pointing straight at the dim sky shrouded in sulfurous dust and smoke.

A bolt of silver-white lightning, thick enough to be heart-stopping, descended like a spear of divine punishment; ignoring spatial distance and accompanied by deafening thunder, it struck precisely where the halberd pointed—directly onto the head of the giant blade Demon General that was surging with power and attempting to charge again!

"No—!"

The Demon General only had time to let out a terrified howl before being completely swallowed by the thunder, which contained a pure will of destruction.

Its prideful Shenyuan enhancement was like paper before the thunder of heavenly punishment invoked by the Grey Knight Captain; its massive body twitched violently, charred, and carbonized amidst the blinding electric light, finally collapsing with a boom into a pile of smoking wreckage.

Almost at the same time Valantis summoned the lightning, Aurelian and Saifulesi performed the same action.

Aurelian's Demon-Cleaving Halberd drew down a slightly thinner but equally lethal bolt of lightning, which precisely struck the Shadow Demon General that was entangled with him.

The shadows the Demon General relied on for survival had nowhere to hide under the supreme yang and rigid thunder, instantly purified into a wisp of blue smoke.

Saifulesi's thunder went straight for the Warlock Demon General.

The Demon General screamed as it braced its strongest Xiedu Huzhun, but before the thunder containing the dual powers of order and destruction, the shield shattered instantly like a soap bubble.

The lightning pierced through its body, burning it into charcoal from the inside out.

Three bolts of thunder fell simultaneously, instantly killing three core Demon Generals!

This shocking scene made the remaining five Demon Generals' souls flee in terror, and their momentum of charging stalled.

At the very moment their minds were shaken, Dregoen's Heavenly Punishment Demon-Breaking Sword erupted with unprecedented light, and he transformed into a silver line, aiming straight at the Troll Demon General whose bone armor was shattered and movements slowed by the suppression of the Gadelion incinerator cannon.

The Heavenly Punishment Demon-Breaking Sword ignored the bone hammer the opponent swung in its final struggle and, with unstoppable force, precisely pierced into the crack where the bone-armored Demon General had been shattered earlier.

"Ssh-la—!"

Psychic energy poured in crazily, instantly destroying the Demon core within its body.

The Troll Demon General let out a final roar of unwillingness, and its massive body slammed onto the ground.

Gadelion's heavy incinerator cannon roared again; this time it was not suppression, but a devastating blanket of fire!

The scorching Holy Fire sprayed onto the last two Demon Generals on the right flank—the Bat-Winged Demon and the Snake-Form Demon—who had fallen into chaos and fear due to the instantaneous death of their companions.

The shields they had hastily raised disintegrated rapidly in the continuous torrent of high-temperature purification; their profane bodies were ignited and melted, turning into two piles of twisted charcoal emitting holy flames amidst shrill screams.

The eight Demon Generals who had come aggressively, after the Grey Knights slightly revealed their true power as the bane of demons, lasted less than a minute before being completely wiped out.

On the scorched earth, there remained only eight piles of wreckage in various forms, emitting faint profane embers, and five silver-white figures standing in the smoke, their Power Armor not even bearing a single deep scratch.

On their weapons, the light of the Runes gradually faded, leaving only the smell of ozone and the lingering power of thunder in the air.

Valantis's eyepiece scanned the battlefield, and after confirming there was no profane residue, his low voice sounded in the psychic channel, clear and cold.

"Alien filth shall eventually be purified!"

When Vulkan saw the Grey Knights before him being attacked by the Demon Generals, he immediately gave the order.

"All units, pay attention! The Alien reinforcements have arrived!"

However, the next second, Vulkan felt himself locked on by that psychic reaction.

Just as Vulkan's warning had spread through the communication channel, the churning Magic Cloud in the sky, resembling congealed filthy blood, was suddenly torn apart by an even more powerful will!

"Roar!!! Humble insects! How dare you profane Falke's territory!"

A figure appeared, about 7 meters tall, wearing armor burning with black flames, holding a double-edged Battle Axe wreathed in Hellfire.

As soon as Falke appeared, it distorted the surrounding space, making the mortal soldiers on the battlefield feel the pressure of energy around them and the constant crazy gibberish in their ears.

Falke's scarlet eyes instantly locked onto Vulkan on the ground—the giant radiating immense physical power! It felt the prey most worthy of destruction!

"Human! Your body is just right for me to create a clone!"

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Falke's mouth, its huge bat wings flapped violently, whipping up a scorching gale, and its massive body moved at a terrifying speed inconsistent with its size.

That Hellfire Battle-axe tore through the air, slashing toward Vulkan's head with enough force to split a mountain!

"Protect Father!"

Claudel roared, his Chainsword growling, but he and the nearby Salamanders warriors were tightly pinned down by the shockwave of Falke's arrival and the even crazier tide of demons surging behind it!

"A clone?"

Vulkan's reddened eyes narrowed slightly, his tone becoming a bit colder as his Battle Axe blocked Falke's slash.

"Did you attack the Ninth Defense Zone before?"

Hearing Vulkan's words, Falke became curious; out of confidence in its strength after recovering its Soul Core, Falke raised its double-edged Battle Axe and said in a flippant tone.

"The Ninth Defense Zone... I seem to have some impression; I do seem to have been there before. Why? Did you see me that time?"

"Did you turn a human named Yingfang into your so-called clone?"

Hearing this name, Falke put on an expression of sudden realization.

"Oh! That Yingfang, right? Don't say, he was indeed a tough guy before he became a fool. It's a pity, if his physical fitness were like his brother's, I wouldn't have fallen into a disadvantage when I fought that Yingzhou.

By the way, are they really brothers? What is your relationship with them? Friends?"

Hearing Falke's obviously provocative words, the anger in Vulkan's heart was constantly rising.

As the first Primarch summoned by Yingzhou, Vulkan knew that because Grandmother had lost one son, she took extra care of him, including the other brothers who followed.

But he clearly remembered that when he was young, Grandmother would stare blankly at a photo frame in his room.

He wanted so much to share that pain for Grandmother, until the arrival of Angron made Grandmother's condition much better.

And little sister, father, the pain his family suffered had become the capital for this Alien to show off!!!

Seeing that Vulkan's emotions were approaching a breakdown, Falke had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem and was still constantly provoking.

"You seem very angry? Is it because of that Yingfang? Or..."