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Dispelling the greenskin, Canto gasped and looked into the interior of the airport, smoke gushing out of the central building, reminding him of a huge bonfire pot.

The soldiers ran back and forth, and the accuser kept waving hammers to destroy city walls, sidewalks and bridges. Where the hammer fell in the heavens, Sargasso burned a clean fire.

At this time, he realized that they could not clear the place by themselves alone. They were too few, there were too many enemies, and the airport was too big.

"Sir! Angel!"

A scream pierces the hustle and bustle, which is the language of humanity, Cantor turns around and finds the source.

In a moment, he saw the cages through the gaps of smoke. These heavy cages were made of wood and iron, filled with the weak bodies of human prisoners.

He finally knew why Greenskin's project progress was so fast.

Hundreds of slaves huddled in the fence, with olive skin and dark eyes, were typical southerners, who reached out to him through the rusty fence, screamed, and cried, desperately trying to escape the rising fire and the atrocities of the overseers, the green-skinned beasts whipped them with their thorny whips in an attempt to quiet them.

"Go to die!"

Canto came in a roar of thunder, dispersing the supervisors, one of whom was a big-bellied beast, wearing ragged rags and rusty armor, whipped him with a whip and spitting dirty curses.

The furious leader grabbed the whip wrapped around his forearm, pulled it back tightly, and directly pulled the huge green skin in front of him. Then he raised his iron fist and kept beating its head and body with anger like venting anger. He only raised his head in the plasma and bones until he beat the supervisor to pieces.

"Cortez, now go free those people."

The fourth company commander came over and didn't say anything. He just looked at the enslaved humans who were desperately stretched out their hands and thought about what they should say.

"Canto, we have a more important task, that is, we have no strength to protect them."

He knew that such words might cause disputes. In fact, on the way from the destruction of the Clan Monastery Fortress to Ryan, the two had a fierce conflict over similar things. Cortez did not think Canto was wrong, but Canto had to realize his responsibility and had to learn to be more cruel.

"I know!"

Sure enough, Canto turned his head suddenly and roared at him.

"You know too! We all know! So what? Let them die!"

Cortez did not respond with anger this time, but asked in a tone of lamentation:

"Where are the people in Ryan's new town?"

Canto was stunned, he staggered back two steps, realizing that he really wanted to make this choice, not someone else, but only him.

"The commander of the battle, there is—"

A roar of shock and anger was flooded by a thunderous roar. Canto turned around and saw a low platform not far away, a warrior in charge of alert disappeared into the blue energy fire.

A few seconds later, a giant wearing heavy armor and unique helmet walked into view like a huge horned boar. He was carrying a tomahawk the size of an adult in his hand, and he was almost twice as tall as any Space Marine present, accompanied by thousands of green-skinned boys.

"Big Iron Can Boy, very good. Urzog wants to kill all the Iron Can Boys."

The green warlord roared, jumped off the platform, and fell to the ground with a bang, and smoked from his armor.

Canto could tell at a glance that he should be the biggest leader of Green Skin here.

His anger rose to the extreme, he clasped his power gloves and walked towards the green warlord.

"Beast, it's time to settle the score!"

At this time, the burning wreckage of a folded-wing fighter plane fell and fell not far away, covering up the roar of Astat and Green Skin.

Just as Ryan Air's most brutal battle with several times its Greenskin fighter jets, the fleet of fighters from orbit finally arrived, hundreds of furious fighters descended from the sky like angels and joined the fierce melee above the airport.

As a result of the large number of Khada fighter jets crashing into the wreckage of the surface, the balance of war began to gradually turn, and the technical and numerical advantages of the Imperial Navy aviation began to play a role, and the last batch of Khada fighter jets chose to run away in a panic.

When the sky was cleaned up, the first batch of Imperial heavy transport boats began to land. In the dense fleet of ships, there were also burning tears of fire and roaring thunder eagles, storm crows and other transport gunboats.

"For Ryan!"

“Waaaagh!!!”

The angry beast and the warrior were in the most intense battle. Every time the huge battle axe was swung, it would bring more syrup-like sticky blood, and every drop of blood sprinkled from the cut power armor would be exchanged for a crisp sound of a broken bone on the green skinned boss.

Around the fierce fighting leader, the Space Marines of the Crimson Fist were also fighting cruelly with the heavy-armed guys with an absolute advantage. The bodies of both sides had piled up like mountains, and the blue power armor was covered by the green flesh, stacked and squeezed each other. They stood alive on the dead's corpses fighting, and tried to tear each other away with sword blades, explosive bombs, battle axes, and sharp claws.

After being injured several times, Canto, who had almost cut off his left arm, swallowed bile. After avoiding the other party's devastating vertical slash, he smashed out a red iron fist again, and the fist surrounding the decomposition field smashed the armor, smashing the body below to blood and blood. The wound left behind looked like a scald mixed with a laceration.

With the explosions spreading around, the smoke of poisonous gas burned his lungs, but Canto still insisted, images of the destruction of the War Clan Monastery and the countless scenes of the death of the people of Ryan were burning in his mind.

He was Lord Ryan, and the task of avenging the dead fell on him.

The leader of the Scarlet Fist gritted his teeth and swung his fist again. The iron fist covered with a strange shape of sticky blood slammed Urzog's face. It was enough to crush a mortal and just slashed the chin of the green-skinned warlord and split his jaw.

The green warlord did not retreat. His chin was shaking in his chest. There was a creaking sound in his throat, followed by a wet roar, and then a punch hit Canto's face, breaking his eyepiece and cracking his helmet. The huge force made the commander almost fall backwards, but if he fell like this, the giant axe would immediately slash into his chest.

Canto suddenly reached out and grabbed the belt of the green warlord, then pulled it to the right as the opponent's staggering footsteps, forcing the opponent's axe to pass through his left shoulder and cut off a large piece of armor. Then he raised his hand suddenly and strangled the opponent's neck with the power fist, but the decomposition field failed at this time. The warlord who was strangled instinctively hit Canto's helmet with the handle of the battle axe, trying to get rid of the clamp.

With two bangs, Cantor's helmet was almost beaten into two petals, and sticky blood dripped down his temples and corners of his eyes, but the leader of the Scarlet Fist remained unmoved, and just grabbed the other party's hand clenching his fist with his other hand, and tried his best to shrink his fist.


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