The restoration of the Han Dynasty began with the Horus Rebellion.

Chapter 65 The Great Tyrant, I'm Here!

Chapter 66 The Great Tyrant, I'm Back!

You've already lost, Sun Qian.

Because you've made too many mistakes.

Your mistake was that you placed too much faith in Liu Bei's abilities;

Your mistake was trying to save those world-devourers;

Your mistake was entrusting the position of vice-captain to an incompetent person;

Your mistake was rejecting the olive branch I offered;

Have you heard this famous saying?

Sun Qian opened his eyes and began to mutter to himself.

He was still outside the tightly closed deck airlock, his left hand gripping the handle that wouldn't turn, while his right hand was pulling on the Butcher's Nail on Angron's head.

"What is a ruler? It is someone who knows their mistakes, corrects them, but doesn't simply admit them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Qian felt a sharp pain in his hand gripping the Butcher's Nail.

It seemed as if some tiny, thread-like object had crawled into his arm.

(There is no relevant information in the historical records, and this statement is also illogical.)

"Haha, that makes sense. No wonder you're only a demigod. Only a god-level being can understand this twisted logic."

The voice remained silent for a long time, whether it was speechless because Sun Qian had rendered it speechless or it was seriously analyzing his nonsense.

A moment later, the cold, deep, mechanical, and emotionless voice rang out again.

(You seemed to be joking just now, or trying to provoke me, but that's a pointless and inefficient act. Are you sure you want to waste the last few minutes of your life this way?)

Although he knew it was a psychological attack from the enemy, Sun Qian had to admit it was true.

Judging from the current tilt angle and acceleration of the Tyrant, the Glory Queen-class battleship will escape the gravity well of this dying planet in no more than three minutes.

Putting aside the high temperature and G-force of the process, given that Sun Qian is not wearing power armor, he wouldn't survive more than three minutes in the oxygen-deprived and frigid void.

This is already the limit considering the unique physique of the Astartes.

Even so, Sun Qian did not give up hope of surviving.

His mind raced, searching for any opportunity.

(Face the truth: you can't open this door. You've been abandoned by the comrades you once trusted and the ships you once owned.)

At this moment, the mysterious voice once again instilled defeatist ideas in Sun Qian.

But as mentioned, he was powerless against the blast-proof door with his bare hands and could only pray that his companions would open it from the inside—but that hope was so slim.

To be honest, he somewhat understood the despair Abaddon felt when the Tyrant was taken away.

Ugh?

Abaddon?

Recalling the scene of seizing the Great Tyrant, Sun Qian suddenly had a flash of insight.

(You have given so much for them, for the people of these cursed ones, but you know in your heart that you will not receive the reward you deserve.)

The voice was still enticing Sun Qian, but the latter's thoughts had already shifted to other things.

Angle, direction, speed...

Although the chances are slim, they are by no means zero!

(Now that things have come to this, why do you continue to insist in futilely? If you accept my contract, I will open this door for you, and even give you more—)

"To be honest, I really should thank you."

Sun Qian interrupted the whisper, took a deep breath, and then spoke.

"If you hadn't been chattering in my ear, I would have actually considered giving up just now... But since you're so eager to discourage me, it means my comrades on the Great Tyrant are still fighting, and it also proves that you think I still have a chance to return to the Great Tyrant and change the course of the battle."

(Your deduction is illogical; it's merely subjective conjecture—you idiot! What are you doing!)

For the first time, the voice finally showed clear anger, and the reason was that Sun Qiansong had released his grip.

But not the right hand that grasps the butcher's nail.

Instead, he gripped the airlock handle with his left hand.

Under the combined effects of gravity and the acceleration of the Great Tyrant, Sun Qian was dragged by Angron and slid rapidly off the hull of the Great Tyrant.

Even so, Sun Qian still had a smile on his face.

A confident and joyful smile.

"You're getting impatient, Vashtor, is it because you're reluctant to lose Angron, the Primarch who could become your pawn?"

When he slid down to near the stern, he forcefully pressed Anglon down onto the ship.

A trail of blood and flesh could be seen drawn on the metal plate, but the friction did slow down Sun Qian's descent and give him some control over his direction.

"Or are you worried about one thing?"

Finally, Sun Qian slid to the edge of the stern of the Great Tyrant, where he could feel the terrifying heat from the plasma engine scorching his skin.

However, even in the dazzling light, Sun Qian still managed to pinpoint his target.

That's on the left stern of the ship, where you can clearly see a piece of metal armor that's a different color from the surrounding area.

As is well known, the armor thickness of the Glory Queen-class battleship is almost the thickness of Erebas's face, and even the Primarch cannot easily break through it.

However, in contrast, once damaged, repairing it requires a lot of manpower and resources.

Especially due to the breach caused by the overload detonation of the large void shield generator.

"Great Tyrant, I'm back!"

Will Lord Sun Qian be able to return to the Great Tyrant?

Grell Noktua didn't want to consider the possibility, but judging from the tilt angle and acceleration he felt the Great Tyrant had, it was hard to imagine how long the Astartes could hold out.

What if, even if they regain control of the Glory Queen-class battleship, it's too late to save Lord Sun Qian...

"Then, for the sake of revenge, let's change course and perish, shall we?"

Togadon, who was running alongside Noktua, seemed to have read his mind, while Noktua gave a cold snort without any attempt to hide it.

"So what if that's the case? Are you going to stop me?"

"No, I have no right to criticize you, and I'm not afraid to tell you that my initial plan with Loken was to plant explosives inside the Demon Cry Fortress, and then take Abaddon and Asimand down to fight when they couldn't resist and perish together with them."

Although Togaton said it in a nonchalant tone, his eyes showed that he was serious.

"So we all know that it is impossible for us to lead the loyalist warriors to safety, because only an idealist like Sun Qian, who intends to save as many people as possible even in the most difficult circumstances, can create a miracle in the impossible."

"Sun Qian...sir."

Noctua clenched his fists. Indeed, if it were Loken or Torgardon, they would probably have executed him for supporting the rebellion when they seized the ship.

That's why he admired Sun Qian more than anyone else, and he vowed to follow Sun Qian to the death.

"Why... is Lord Sun Qian able to do this?"

Noktua murmured softly, deeply moved.

"I asked him too, but his answer was very perfunctory—according to him, he was just following an idol, and the person who influenced him was... wait, hold on!"

Noktua immediately tensed up when he noticed that Togaton's voice had become urgent.

However, when he cautiously raised his slingshot, he found that the passageway in front of him was completely empty.

"What's wrong? Don't be so alarmed..."

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"Your people used to be stationed here, right?"

Upon hearing Togaton's words, Noktua's expression instantly froze.

Since the incident a few days ago when the three loyalists raided the bridge, Noctua has further increased the number of people guarding this only road leading to the bridge.

However, this passage is now not only unguarded, but there isn't even a trace of any battle.

"Let's go in. It seems the guests have already arrived."

Torgardon's expression turned serious, and Noctua nodded and cautiously followed him toward the bridge.

The bridge doors were not closed, and it was unusually quiet.

As soon as Noctua stepped onto the bridge, he saw that all the mortal crew members were unharmed and at their posts.

He was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he turned to look at the command throne and froze.

They're all here.

All the Astartes warriors responsible for guarding the bridge are here.

The Space Marines had piled up a small mountain in front of the Command Throne, and standing atop the mountain was a man wearing Deathguard power armor.

"Dragon's Wrath".

He held two power swords, his head was bandaged, and his eyes gleamed with golden light.

And every word he uttered, as loud as a bell, seemed to strike Noktua's eardrums like a giant hammer.

"None of you can escape!"

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