Chapter 549 The End of the Age of the Primarch...
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When Creed was dragged away by more veterans of the 8th Cadian Regiment and the Kashezin who were trying their best to rush towards him. As he was sent towards the vanguard, surrounded, surrounded and covered, he tried his best to glance in the direction of his flag sergeant across the dim and blurry cave.
Just like thirty-two years ago when he tried to hold his head high to see his savior...
...Savior? Didn't the soldiers of the 8th Cardia Regiment discover him during the search?
……No……! wrong! Why had he never consciously realized this? !
The seal of memory was suddenly reopened.
A small whirlpool swirls in the river of destiny.
A ray of light suddenly erupted from the depths of Creed's eyes. He suddenly remembered the time when he was hiding under the bed with the corpses of his sisters after he was attacked at the age of eight... At that time... First Who is the person who found him?
No, it was not the soldiers of the 8th Cardia Regiment who were the first to find him surviving alone in the ruins!
Yes...
The words told to him by the Astartes wearing black power armor and bone-white robes rang in his ears at this moment.
In the flash of lightning, Creed suddenly realized that, yes, for Ursaka, who was eight years old at the time, of course he could not tell what kind of existence appeared in front of him, let alone Learn which demigod's bloodline they serve or what position they hold in their order. But since joining the army or even serving as an officer, Creed has never recalled the details of this person's appearance or the content of their conversation. His memory seems to have naturally ignored this matter that is actually very important to him——
But now, the last child of retired Kashe Zin, the son of Cadia, is looking at the skull helmet, gold and silver crown of thorns and psychic hood of the Priest Astartes. Their details are all so clear. It was as if he had just parted from the priest.
“Remember, this is a gift from my lord. It can protect the person you want to protect. I will tell you how to use it. There is only one chance to use this gift... Be careful Use it ”
"Then how do I know when to use it?" The boy's lavender eyes became very large due to hunger, and he glared fiercely at the skull on the priest's face, "I have no one to protect, my father and mother. , sister and sister are dead."
"You will know when you really want to use it."
Ursaka E. Creed used. In the fastest move of his life, he pulled out his beloved old Mars-style pistol that had been with him for thirty-two years, pressed a hidden switch on it that had never been activated, and pointed it towards Abaddon and Kyle. Xiang Fang threw it with all his strength -
At this moment, for some reason, he seemed to hear someone exclaiming in the air next to him, which was obviously no one.
“It’s early!”
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“The rear team was attacked! Creed and his troops were cut and surrounded! They are the elite terminators and heavy units of the Black Legion!”
When located in When Mercurius, Honso and Caul at the front received the news, the Great Sage who ruled was treating the honest Sage Crane as a standard old Martian. The binary language of sound has been thoroughly criticized from multiple academic perspectives, and the two of them are currently leading the team into a long and narrow tunnel, and finally stay in a quadrilateral spire cave that looks like a terminal control, facing The root of a stone tower that looks promising, trying to link and activate all of these black stone towers across the plains of Elysian.
Obviously, it is not very reliable to expect these two mechanical sages who are immersed in their own technology to take care of Creed's rear team. They may even have to divide their troops to stay here.
"I'll go there first." Under the surprised gazes of the Space Marines and mortal soldiers, the Demon Champion pulled out the huge axe. The light on the ax blade was as pure as blood. "The situation there is very chaotic. This kind of Battles in limited spaces need to be fought quickly.”
"Wait a minute! When did it take a demon's turn to save the Imperial Commander? Where do you want to put the honor of the wild wolf?!" Owen Gaogan immediately shouted, "Good boys of Fenris! Follow me. Come!”
“No,” Dark Angel’s Krahel said gloomily, while signaling to Dark. The angels began to take action, "Such a being should let us lock and supervise his battle..."
Judge Dalia interrupted at the right time, "I think the Demon Tribunal should have the right to supervise him at this time. ..."
"You argue," the devil said, and then raised his feet. "I have to save people first."
No one can see his movements clearly, not even the Space Wolves and Dark Angels, he is too fast. The red-armored warrior seemed to straighten his body at some level, and in a few steps he reached the outskirts of the crowd, and then disappeared into the dark shadows like a flash of light.
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Garlan Kell blinked between the sharp blades of the Claw of Horus and the dancing arcs of the Warp.
Just now, his sword charge was easily defused by the big plunderer, and the magic sword easily cut off half of his arm with satisfying bloodlust. Fortunately, the military flag he carried was locked on his power fist in advance and did not fall to the ground. But then he fell into the grasp of the traitor's claws, and the sharp blade made a squeaking sound on the edge of his carapace. , these protections are of no help at all.
"You're going to protect him? Huh?" the other party spoke. To Kyle's surprise again, the voice sounded extremely human, and it was full of heart-warming and majestic power. It is the kind of sound that hot-blooded and young soldiers love to hear before going to war. "But look at you, you are going to die, and he will be next, and then I will kill everyone and destroy this place." "You will not succeed, Cardia will not fall." The flag officer was surprisingly calm, But his voice was no longer as sonorous and powerful as before, his limbs had begun to become cold and numb, and blood was flowing out quickly.
The statue-like face of the old-time hero looked down at the mortal man in the claws, with arrogance and confidence, "But you have fallen, you can't even stand up, I see him looking at you, I will be with him Kill you under his gaze and declare to him the circumstances of his death - the next You can't protect him, and he can't escape the fate of being humiliated and killed."
"But," Kyle breathed hard and smiled at the murderer, "can be killed by such a weapon. I don't feel scared, that's what a warrior can expect on the battlefield How could you think that he and I would be daunted by one of the greatest rewards one could ever wish for - the blade of the same weapon that took the life of the noble Primarch and bathed him in the holy blood shed by the Emperor?"
The big plunderer didn’t know he was touched. There, there were obvious cracks in the expression that had been as arrogant as that of an ancient warrior. The surging malice and immeasurable ancient evil peered into the soul of the world. "He and everything about him are not noble!" Abaddon Roared, tightening the claws of Horus.
“The era of the Primarch is over!”
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Garland Kyle began to think about whether when people think they are going to die, time will slow down and then they will start to witness strange things. Perhaps the rumors that they will see something that they cannot usually see before they die are true. ?
Otherwise, how could he see that the Great Predator's forehead seemed to be hit by a strange beam of green light, but it immediately returned to the same strange state as before in the blink of an eye? The facial expression of the hit Warmaster looked like he was not even aware that he was attacked by an unknown sniper. This made Kyle feel creepy for no reason.
Then why did he feel that out of the corner of his eye he saw many giants that were not here just now flashing by? Who's roaring the war cry? Why are there so many colors -
The side of a huge sharp ax suddenly appeared above his blurred vision, with bright red and golden light passing over the tip of his nose and heading towards the Warmaster's neck.
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The trajectory of the old pistol drew a perfect arc in the air, fell to the ground, bounced up again, and then due to the final inertia, slid into a pool of bright red hot blood dripping at the feet of the flag officer.
Nothing has happened yet, but something seems to be happening soon.
The Lord of the High Castle held his breath unconsciously.
The moment the pistol was stained with blood.
A breeze blew under the Cadian Alisian Stonehenge, and the dimensional gap opened.
Creed looked up.
He saw the opening of the first space rift, from which a tall Contemptor Dreadnought stepped out. The golden divine bird sat behind its head, the roar of the engine was like thunder, and it held shining light and thunderbolts. The alien long blade casually split open a person rushing towards him. He has the head of a Slaanesh dancer with a snake tongue, and beside him is a man in black armor who is only two heads shorter than this ancient holy elder. A power ax styled like that of the Cult of Mechanicus is on his head. He roared wildly in his hands, as if he couldn't wait to find a suitable opponent. Behind them were a group of surviving warriors, and Creed recognized the scarred face of Sven Bloodhowler among them with almost disbelief.
He then looked again, and saw the second crack dancing closest to the pistol, with ozone and psychic arcs jumping on the edge, like lightning streaking across the night sky in the middle of the night, rows of expressions The formula and the result constitute the belief that reality is pushed away from the edge of the crack. Behind the opened crack, the red-armored warrior with a strange crown on his head is Running, the long scroll of bone-white scriptures buzzed around him. The power ax in his hand was a style that Creed had been very familiar with recently, and the warrior had almost no hesitation about this shrunken door. He immediately took a step forward, and then swung his ax at Abaddon who was directly in front of him. For some reason, the Supreme Lord of the Fortress immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
When he looked to the side, he saw that the third crack was divided into several parallel lines, and many tall and short figures walked out of it. They were wearing colors such as blue, green, and even some. Gold, the most eye-catching thing is the complete company in the center. The beautiful blue of Ultramar shines on their ancient power armor ceramic steel. They have just entered the battlefield but they seem to have been guarding this place for a long time. The two contempt Zhe Wuwei immediately went to both ends of the battle line, In the middle are the Ultramarines Archons holding high their ceremonial battle axes and fortification shields. Their commanders are firing their weapons and pointing their swords at the Black Legion and their demonic allies, shouting, "Down with the Horus Traitors! Forget Kaos!”
A touch of gold with red tassels dancing on the top accompanied their march, and a giant taller than the Astartes rushed into the battlefield, performing dazzling martial arts and power with the blade in his hand. Combined death storm.
He finally scanned the entire scene and saw that the spreading edges of the fourth crack were shattering and dissolving in the air like burnt paper ashes. After sending a group of warriors wearing silver and black power armor into the cave, the crack began to appear. Disappeared, and most of the newly arrived group of Space Marines looked a little surprised compared to the Astartes who were wearing blue armor and seemed to be Ultramarines, but after a glance After seeing the enemy on the battlefield, they had no more hesitation and delay. They were only surprised for a few tenths of a second before they expertly formed a group and dispersed, entering the increasingly chaotic battlefield, fighting against the devil and the black army. The elite warriors fought in a group - when encountering the combat skills of this group of warriors, many of them obviously hesitated and made mistakes, and some even suddenly shouted madly.
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Selantes, the deputy commander of the Ultramarines, is directing the deployment of his troops while thinking about which rebel army is this? Who gave him the order to defend? But no matter whose order it is, he must fight at this moment, because there is no doubt that what he sees is that this place is full of serious blasphemy against the truth of the empire and the characteristics of mutation and depravity.
Obviously, the battle in Amatulla's world is not over yet. The rapid changes in the battlefield may be the conspiracy of the Word Bearers. The totems and paint of this rebel army are familiar to him except for the eye in the center. A complete stranger, which legion could this be? But then his eyes were attracted by the huge claws that were about to kill in the distance - the appearance of this weapon was unmistakable. It was the iconic gauntlet claws of the Warmaster. However, the power armor It's not right, and the face above the power armor is wrong too.
As the deputy commander, Serantes happened to know this man, this face.
"Ezekiel Abaddon." Captain Serantes glared at the traitor's heir, and drew out his short sword, "I will definitely..."
A sword full of blasphemous power The bright red ax was suddenly swung towards the chief captain of the Sons of Horus, so fast that only an afterimage was left on Serantes' retina. With such speed and power, the deputy commander could only Very few people have ever seen it, it is great——
Suddenly, all the Ultramarines who can see here seem to have been pressed on the pause switch, and even been killed by the enemy's blade. It no longer mattered that it was being slashed to the body, but Serantes, who was staring at this place, opened his eyes to the maximum in horror, and his eyes almost fell out of his sockets.
This brave warrior trembled with his lips and unconsciously let out the sharpest, loudest, and unbelievable wail in his life.
The man holding the ax turned his body towards them at this moment, revealing most of his face illuminated by the gun flames.
It was an inherently noble face that the Ultramarines could never mistake. Even if it was tainted and covered with signs of blasphemy and mutation, they could not mistake it: this evil creature with double horns, like Lorgar The face covered with scripture tattoos is Robert Guilliman's face.
(End of this chapter)