Chapter 551: Everyone is using pseudonyms, haha. Then I feel relieved...right?
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"If what I witnessed that day changed anything forever, it would be that I realized at the core that I had been unjustly selfish about freeing my people from the Eternal Guard. The confidence and arrogance of the sitting emperor was still greatly underestimated - I can't believe that someone dared to create twenty such creatures, and then let them lead the children to carry out the most cruel part of the war, and at the same time tell them that they They are all human beings like us, so they must always stand in front of humans - God! Does he think they are all robots who will never grow up and have no brains of their own? It can only be said that it is lucky among them? It seems that a few of the most normal people have taken over the responsibility. Otherwise, I really can’t imagine what terrible things will happen to humanity—all of us—after the Great Rift opens. I don’t even want to. Go ahead and assume.”
——————Excerpt from the memoirs written by the Supreme Lord Ursaka E. Creed himself, the first handwritten draft of "The Fall and Rebirth of Cadia", the unofficial version, this version is stored in (Data hiding), publication is prohibited, copying is prohibited, and can only be viewed by those with permission.
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As the surviving Cadian soldiers retreated, they heard horrific howls coming from the tunnel halls behind them.
It was a sound mixed with fear and the deepest despair.
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"Hey, we are Astartes, Astartes have no fear."
Tarik Torgadun raised his weapon, and when he blocked the way of the Warmaster trying to retreat in fear on the other side, he smiled with eight teeth, "Remember? Ezekel?"
The Great Predator roared in confusion and fury like a beast that was cornered. The invisible, dim and powerful power of the Supreme Heaven fermented inside his skin, tearing away the veil of tenderness towards him, but he There is no doubt about his combat skills and strength. The blessing of the dark god and more combat experience have helped him.
The Warmaster wielded the Claw of Horus to hold the sword of Garviel Loken, while he attempted to stab Torgadun through the heart with the Draconion.
The demon sword roared with excitement, such a wonderful murder and such an intimate connection happened between the souls of the warriors who shined and burned like stars here.
"Of course! Horus is dead! And you! You are dead too! So are you! All of you!" He roared, and the dark power wrapped around his remaining human head, "You have long been Die! Damn you on Istvaan! And they kill you again on Terra!"
Loken's jaw tightened, and he raised his power sword to strike at the weak point of Abaddon's armor. However, even the power weapons specially built by the armory of Destiny Steel seemed to be difficult to cause real damage to the Terminator's body. Due to the damage, the surface of the armor was cracked, and the interior was dull and deep, exuding a strong smell of sulfur and corruption, and the light of the sword disappeared as if it had been sucked into a black hole. The Shadow Luna Wolf pulled back its sword in horror. Fortunately, its apparent stance shook a few times and then regained its balance.
"Oh, so I can hit you harder today?" said the Astartes, who had the voice and face of Abaddon's former colleagues on the Shadow Moon Council. "After all, it sounds like I'll get two chances."
"The dead should lie down in your corpse pit." Abaddon said gloomily, and at the same time recovered from the initial surprise, he started to move, the cave vibrated, and more night stones and ordinary stone fragments appeared Peeling off and smashing down, like a whirlpool, tornado, avalanche, tsunami or mudslide, the concrete embodiment of natural disasters has arrived here at this moment.
The claws of the original size were powerful and heavy, falling fiercely towards his hood. Togaton raised his weapon to hold it hard. A sharp and harsh friction sound sounded unpleasantly between his sword blade and claw edge. At the same time, He drew his bolter and fired several times into the braided head of the Warmaster as he cursed viciously - then was as surprised as some extradimensional hunters to find that he could not penetrate the defenses of the Warmaster's face.
Despite this, other warriors would not even be able to achieve the same level in front of the now blessed Warmaster, but the other two members of the Shadowmoon Council knew Abaddon and their new weapons. The stronger and faster mobile support provided by A allowed them to temporarily attack this former colleague. However, they were also surprised to find that Abaddon had indeed become much more powerful than they remembered, and he was already a formidable enemy.
Neither Loken nor Torgadon asked Abaddon a key question: why, as the chief captain, he would equip the Claw of Horus as a weapon, but each of their swords carried a silent, deeper and deeper meaning. Grief and pure vengeful rage, for one, for many.
The sword blade was raised high, the bomb flew out, the sword blade fell, and the claw blades met.
Around them, in the past and present, the dead and the betrayed roared at each other with war cries that had not been shouted out in ten thousand years, and began to continue the battles that had not ended ten thousand years ago.
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Just as the Shadow Moon Council was fiercely fighting for the first time in thousands of years, on the other side of the melee battlefield, the Primarchs—mainly Fulgrim Ishtar and Robert Mercury Kiri Man finally stopped with doubts due to the efforts of Ferrus Garuda Manus and Fulgrim Pallas.
Of course, part of the main reason for this may be that the Thirteenth Primarch has become too old and powerful due to some kind of anti-theft medicine, and some domineering leaks have occurred due to the power that the tyrant does not want to point out.
As a result, the precious and sophisticated illusion camouflage device produced by the Lord of Steel has become overloaded. The face and figure originally covered by the illusion camouflage have begun to become obvious and can no longer deceive the viewer as perfectly as before. the mind and eyes of the reader.
The short golden hair covered the shaved scalp covered with scriptures, the smooth and plump forehead replaced the horned skull, and the baby blue eyes replaced the amber pupils. The scrolls looked more like a variant of the Seal of Purity. The blood-red armor gradually revealed the beautiful luster of ultramarine in the eyes of Serantes and the others who were lying on the ground unable to move and were dying with joy.
It's just that the true appearance of this armor is very rough and crude compared to these glorious veterans from thousands of years ago. Apart from the hastily painted ultramarine blue, there is no decoration at all, and there are a lot of exposed rivets and patches, as if it lacks It was pieced together by craftsmen with time and experience. It is hard to imagine that the Thirteenth Primarch wore this thing and fought against the Dauntless Contemptor, which was more flexible than imagined, for such a long time.
——So it’s not right to say that the Contemptor Dreadnought is wrong. Why does a Dreadnought not use heavy firepower nor install power claws or siege fists, but instead perform high-speed swordsmanship? The key is that it is really fast? Fast enough to fight a Primarch in close combat?
The black-armored giant who rushed in to separate them was even more daring for a skilled man. Who was he? Which noble and brave Primarch is this? Why would he hide his personal crest and Legion emblem and wrap himself in the colors of the Iron Hands Legion? The reason why he will not be marked as the original body of the Iron Hands is because Ferrus Manus's appearance is so distinctive that no one will mistake him for the pair of silver hands, and this man obviously does not have the famous pair of silver hands. Iron hand.
"I am..." Just when he was about to open his mouth, the surrounding space seemed to darken for a moment, and the sound of huge wings and claws flapping and rubbing impatiently came from outside reality in a creepy way. "It's you!!! Great!!!" A shout full of surprise interrupted his words, and the storm of the subspace piled up outside the curtain, roaring and unable to be released.
Coming from the tunnel entrance ahead with the wild wolves who came to support, it was Hongsuo, the master of the Iron Blood laboratory, the former war blacksmith, and the chief pharmacy master of the Iron Lord(s). His eyes were shining brightly. Huidi stared at the strange Iron Hand Fearless, almost with tears in his eyes. "F...Captain Ishtar Sad!"
Robert I want to ask a question Guilliman paused, turned his head and looked at Fearless and his mechanical bird, "Captain Ishtar Sad? Huh?"
The body language of the black-armored giant also clearly showed a tendency to be curious.
A gratified voice also came from the contemptor's loudspeaker, avoiding this small question, "Honso? Is it you? Is it really you?"
"It's me! Ah! It's me! Sir!" The look on the Potion Master's face has never been so sincere, "The Lord of Black and White! I finally see you! You know how I live my life!!! ! ”
"I believe you and I are both sad. But there are some things that need to be confirmed first at this moment." Wuwei's tone immediately became calm after seeing the face of one of the iconic members of the Destiny Steel, "Pharmacist Master, please tell me , Can he be trusted?" Ishtar raised his power finger and pointed in Guilliman's direction.
"Yes, of course," Honso immediately gave a satisfactory answer, "His... treatment was done by me personally, and everything was monitored from beginning to end. You can trust him completely—— "Suddenly, the Potion Master saw the Ultramarines and Ultramarines at their feet. The legion emblems on their shoulders also reminded of an old anecdote that had been circulated in the Eye of Fear for a long time. His expression suddenly changed, "But I think you still need to communicate properly again! Don't make any mistakes. The battle of misunderstanding!”
"But this moment is not the right place to sit down and talk." The black-armored giant said, and the golden Garuda quietly fell back on the fearless shoulders, pretending to be a mechanical creature.
The man named Pallas split open the head of a bloody hound that was charging towards them with his backhand. He then raised his saber and pointed it at the three people who were clearly at a disadvantage. After the battle and arrival, they rushed towards Abaddon. The descendants of Russ, and there are more and more demons here, too many, because the subspace particles in the air here are so rich that the demons can condense entities. The influence of the four dark gods on reality is here. reached some kind of peak.
Each of them noticed the rapid changes under the blue-gray armor. The hair, fangs, skull deformation and joint reflexion. Owen Gao Gang seemed to have not seen him, roaring and waving his power ax and rushed forward. Draconian and Holland The Claws of Russ were entangled with the two moon wolves with all their strength. Even so, they also caused a lot of damage to the wild wolves. Weapons were broken, armor was shattered, fangs, fur and claw fragments were flying with blood——
"I will not lose!" the Warmaster roared, and Draconion swept across, cutting off anything in his path, while more and more demonic entities surrounded him, blocking attacks from all directions. , "I will win! The ghosts of yesterday cannot stop my conquest! I will conquer everything! Blood, pain, faith and soul! Yourselves and the world you want to protect! They will all be conquered by us in the end!"
As the great predator roared, there were two sharp and short cracking sounds: the weapons of Loken and Togaton were cut off by the sharp magic sword, and more and more demons accompanied the end of the Black Legion. The attackers launched a counterattack against the defenders and reinforcements like a tide, and the situation of everyone in the cave once again seemed precarious.
"Let them retreat." Wuwei said, "This can only lead to death. Only we can stop this anointed one now."
"This is a bit difficult," the black-armored giant said. Guilliman once again noticed that although the two of them had similar speaking habits, they had completely different voices and experiences. "The Ultramarines should be able to retreat as ordered, but this group of The Space Wolves and this band of Salamanders—" He clicked on several other locations in the cave, "This team of Capek Eagle snipers brought by the Inquisitor, this team of Vostonians and Tanis people, although I don't know what happened, obviously Not part of the command sequence here.”
He paused and looked at Guilliman and Honso, "It doesn't belong, does it?"
"I don't even know which rock they popped out of. There was no sign before."
"But they are all from our side, and that's enough." Guilliman shook the huge ax blade casually, like a gladiator, and there was a gasp among the Ultramarines from Amatulla. The sound of cool air.
"Well said." The black-armored giant laughed, put away his saber, and also drew out his gear-powered axe, "Come together?"
"Please go first." The Thirteenth Primarch's eyes flashed with complicated eyes, "I don't want you to stand behind me, but I must admit that you are the most suitable at this moment."
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Pallas clicked his tongue, "I'm not him."
"I have an estimate."
"But you must not have guessed everything. However, this is enough for now. Raid the formation for me?"
Guilliman took the pistol handed to him, which was a real ancient murder weapon. "Aren't you afraid that I will shoot you with the first shot and then shoot him with the second shot?"
"So, I am not him." The end of these words still echoed in front of them, and the black-armored warriors had already rushed in front of the big predator.
(End of chapter)