Chapter 702: Survivors in the Second Defense Zone See Hope (2)

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Three heavy sounds of landing rang out.

Angron's combat boots crashed down, shattering the remains of the Demon beneath his feet.

The foot thrusters of his War God Armor shut down, venting a final wisp of scorching airflow that dispersed a small patch of the thick, suffocating stench mixed with sulfur, rotting flesh, and the scent of despair.

Angron looked at the carnage around him; as far as his eyes could see, it was not the Demon-occupied Fortress he had expected, but a complete hell on earth, the brutality of which far exceeded anything any battle report could describe.

The "ground" nearby, soaked into a dark red by blood and emitting a crunching sound when stepped upon—that was the "roadbed" formed by the crushing and mixing of countless dried and fresh Human skeletons, visceral fragments, and discarded, tattered clothing.

Twisted metal spikes stood densely on both sides of what had once been a wide street.

Impaled upon them were thousands of Human corpses of various forms.

Some were already dried-out skeletons, their hollow eye sockets accusing in silence; others were still "fresh," with viscous blood droplets slowly sliding down the rusted metal, gathering into small, dark red puddles on the ground.

Low-level Lesser Demons wove between the forest of corpses, tearing at severed limbs and broken arms as if no one were watching, the sound of their chewing clearly audible.

The mangled remains of a young mother, clutching an infant's swaddling clothes, were discarded carelessly in the filth; the infant's swaddle was stained with mud and blood, the tiny body already incomplete.

Time seemed to stretch in Angron's senses.

His berserk charging posture, ready to tear everything apart, suffered an extremely brief stagnation the moment he witnessed all this.

A shock that reached the depths of his soul, witnessing Humans being trampled, desecrated, systematically ground into slag, and stripped of even their last shred of dignity.

The muscles in Angron's face tightened instantly, his teeth clenched, emitting a grinding sound.

He saw the corpse of that mother holding the infant's remains.

He saw the tiny shoe belonging to some child, left behind on the conveyor belt...

"Roar... ugh..."

A low hiss, squeezed from the depths of his chest and filled with endless pain and fury, emanated from Angron's loudspeaker.

His giant hands gripping the "Twin Malice" Battle Axe, his knuckles emitted a harsh, metal-grinding sound from excessive force; the axe handle was nearly crushed!

The Energy Circuit of the War God Armor emitted an unstable, high-frequency hum due to its master's violently fluctuating emotions!

These... these being tortured, crushed, and treated as "fuel" and "fodder"... were his kin!

They were the people he and his brothers had fought in a Blood Bath to protect, paying countless sacrifices to do so!

Demons... these blasphemous Alien bastards... everything they had done had long since transcended war; this was the most thorough insult and trampling of life itself!

They did not deserve to exist! Their very existence was a cancer upon the universe!

The Holy Shield Power Armor covered his entire body, the matte silver-white armor engraved with ancient Gote Rune, currently glowing faintly with the surging of psychic energy.

Taigehe'er held the Heavenly Punishment Demon-Cleaving Halberd, the lenses of his helmet flashing with cold blue light, instantly scanning the entire field to lock onto the core of the blasphemy.

Dabeiwenqiao's posture was identical to Taigehe'er's.

"Bastards!!!"

A roar of fury that shook the nearby area exploded from Angron's loudspeaker!

Almost at the same moment the roar escaped, Angron moved!

The War God Armor granted him incomparable speed and strength, turning him into an afterimage that tore through the foul air!

This Lesser Demon, which had been grinning while poking at the mother's remains with a Spear, had just heard the sound of heavy objects landing behind it and wanted to turn its head to check the situation, but it was already too late.

Angron's left-hand Battle Axe, carrying a shrill sound of breaking air, executed a swift, upward counter-slash!

Splat! Crack!

The Lesser Demon was cleanly and diagonally cleaved in two from waist to shoulder blade!

Filthy blood and viscera splashed onto the conveyor belt! The crimson energy on the axe blade flashed, and the remaining filth instantly vaporized!

A Screamer Demon launched a sneak attack from the shadows, roaring.

"Die! Human!"

Angron stomped his right foot hard on the ground, and the leg thrusters of the War God Armor instantly erupted, providing berserk thrust!

His massive body shifted sideways at an incredible speed, his right-hand Battle Axe swinging down with a fierce, piercing strike!

Boom!!!

The Screamer Demon didn't even have time to scream; its entire upper body, along with its extended claws, was completely smashed into a charred mark of mixed bone shards and rotten meat under the giant axe burning with crimson energy!

A massive Berserker Demon saw Angron's brutal appearance and was so scared it turned to flee, but just as it turned.

After slaying the Screamer Demon, Angron performed a violent spin, the "Twin Malice" Battle Axe simultaneously transforming into two crimson arcs of destruction, slashing crosswise at the Berserker Demon!

Crack! Splat!

The "Twin Malice" Battle Axe severed its thick Demon legs without resistance! Its massive body crashed to its knees!

Angron took advantage of the momentum to step forward, his combat boot stomping hard onto the Berserker Demon's head!

Bang!!!

Like a ripe watermelon hit by a heavy hammer, the Berserker Demon's horn-covered head instantly burst! Red and white matter splattered all over the nearby rusted gears!

The entire process happened in the blink of an eye! Three Demons of various forms became corpses under Angron's berserk, precise, and unadorned killing arts.

Just as Angron erupted, Taigehe'er and Dabeiwenqiao also moved.

The tip of the Heavenly Punishment Demon-Cleaving Halberd in Taigehe'er's hand pointed toward a group of Demon sorcerers who were attempting to condense foul spells to interfere with Angron.

A blue light flashed in his helmet lenses, and powerful psychic energy was instantly poured into the halberd shaft!

Several thick, silver-blue lightning chains erupted from the tip of the Heavenly Punishment Halberd, striking those sorcerers with precision!

Zzzzt—ah!!!

The spells the Demon sorcerers had condensed instantly collapsed, their bodies twitching violently and smoking under the burning of pure psychic energy, screaming as they turned into charred remains!

The lightning chains leaped, purifying several nearby Lesser Demons as well!

Dabeiwenqiao's target was an Auto-Defense Turret controlled by Demons, pieced together from Human remains and metal, its muzzle currently turning toward Angron's flank.

Dabeiwenqiao's figure charged through the Demon Intercept, the Heavenly Punishment Demon-Cleaving Halberd wreathed in silver-blue electric arcs, executing a precise thrust!

Pshhh! Boom!

The halberd blade pierced deep into the turret's core energy node!

Violent purifying psychic energy was injected, a muffled explosion occurred inside the turret, and the twisted metal structure was instantly paralyzed, stopping its operation while emitting black smoke.

Dabeiwenqiao flicked his wrist, and the Heavenly Punishment halberd followed through with a sweep, slicing the few Demons lunging at him into two, their foul blood evaporating amidst silver-blue electric arcs.

Every swing of the Heavenly Punishment Demon-Cleaving Halberd was accompanied by the shrill wails and total annihilation of Demons in silver-blue holy flames.

They cleared the flank threats for Angron's violent frontal assault, suppressed long-range firepower, and began consciously severing the Demons' energy nodes, destroying the foundation of the blasphemous ritual's operation.

The Runes on the Holy Shield Power Armor flickered steadily during the battle.

Angron stood upon the headless corpse of a Berserker Demon, his twin axes hanging low, crimson energy flowing along the axe blades, and the dripping demonic blood hissed as it was purified upon touching the axe surface.

"Taigehe'er! Dabeiwenqiao!"

Angron's voice rang out through the communication channel, carrying the lingering echoes of battle and an unquestionable command.

"Follow me! Smash that damned 'millstone'! Leave none alive!"

"By your command, Primarch."

Taigehe'er's calm voice responded, the Heavenly Punishment halberd pointing toward the core grinding stone of the "Flesh Mill" that was still emitting a low roar.

"Purification Procedure continues."

Dabeiwenqiao was concise and to the point, the silver-blue electric arcs on the Heavenly Punishment halberd surging once again.