Chapter 710 Battle to the Death
【Time:-74.52.31】
"Blood is sacrificed to the blood god, and the skull is sacrificed to the skull throne!"
The bright red giant roared and waved the chain sword in his hand, and struck Duanmu Huai head-on. Duanmu Huai shouted, and the spiritual energy flow on his body exploded instantly, blocking the opponent's attack abruptly. Then he picked up the war hammer and slammed it forward. The thunder war hammer hit the warrior's head hard, smashing his head and helmet into pieces. The headless body shook for a while, and then fell to the ground.
"Continue the attack!!"
Marius was no longer in the mood to care about the situation around him. He raised his bolter high and aimed at the enemies in front, countless enemies, a large number of enemies. Those monsters he had never seen before were all red, holding flaming swords in their hands, and were followed by hound-like things. Marius didn't know what these were, but his intuition told him that this was not what he had seen before. The alien aliens on other planets that I have faced are not some variant of the orcs, but more terrifying and evil existences.
However, they had no retreat at this moment.
But what shocked Marius even more was the Astartes standing opposite him - or rather, they were once Astartes.
But now, they are no longer.
"Go to hell!!"
At this moment, another Space Marine roared out of the crowd. He raised his bolt gun and launched an attack on Marius and the others. The latter hurriedly dodged and then raised his gun to fight back. The explosive bomb hit the Astartes, blasting away his ceramite armor and tearing apart his flesh and blood. Logically speaking, this was enough to render an Astartes incompetent.
But the Space Marine did not fall. On the contrary, this seemed to anger him even more. He strode forward, and the heavy machine gun bolt shells in his hand roared out like a violent storm, hitting Mariu. Si and others could not lift their heads. It was originally a ground fire turret used for defense. Even an Astartes couldn't lift it. But now, this Astartes is lifting it as easily as a toy and pouring it around wantonly. of destruction and death.
To be honest, facing such a difficult enemy, even the commander of the first company didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
But luckily, there are others here.
Ogis floated down from the fire net like a ghost. She raised her right hand and shook her fingers. Then she saw that the turret in the Space Marine's hand was suddenly cut into several pieces and then exploded and cracked. The sudden burst of fire obscured the opponent's vision, causing him to subconsciously take a step back. At the same time, Lorena stepped forward and punched the opponent in the chest. Then she saw the tall space warrior being knocked away like a paper man and hit behind. On the wall, there was a "pop" sound, like a fly being hit by a fly swatter, and it turned into a puddle of meat paste.
The battle came to an end, and when Marius and others stood up, there were only a pile of corpses left in front of them.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, what on earth is this..."
Marius swallowed a sip of saliva. As Ultramarines and Astartes, they had long forgotten their fear. Logically speaking, this kind of fear has disappeared among the Astartes. They have been around since their birth. From day one, he was shaped into a warrior who knew no fear. Marius had only seen descriptions of fear in novels or books before.
However, now, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar corpse at his feet, he experienced fear for the first time - at a loss, not knowing what to do, and trembling, as if the solid earth under his feet had collapsed, and he was being thrown into the endless of void. At this moment, Marius felt as fragile and helpless as a three-year-old child.
"As you can see, your former brothers have become lackeys who succumbed to the evil god of Chaos."
Duanmuhuai's voice was very calm, steady, and calm, which made Marius regain his senses somewhat.
"I can't believe it."
He stared at the corpse in front of him. It was the corpse of Astartes, but not entirely. His body had obviously undergone changes. Of course, the most obvious ones were the long horns growing out of his forehead, and Their wide-open mouths were filled with fangs and sharp teeth like wild beasts.
"I've seen psykers mutate, but I didn't expect the Astartes to become like this."
"Now you see it."
Duanmuhuai's expression was calm and his voice was calm.
"The Chaos God will corrupt everything, whether mortals, psykers, Astartes or Primarchs. If you cannot guard your hearts, you will not be able to escape."
"But they can still be killed."
Marius gradually calmed down, clutching the bolter in his hand tightly, and seemed to have found support and courage again.
"Of course they can be killed."
Duanmu Huai sneered.
"Even the Chaos Evil God cannot be killed. Of course, the premise is that your power is strong enough...Okay, let's move on. We are not far from the bridge."
"So, what exactly are they?"
Marius continued on the road, but this time, he felt that his emotions seemed to be much calmer.
"In purely rational terms, they are subspace creatures. Isn't that strange? Fish live in the sea and birds live in the sky. It's not so strange that there are creatures in subspace."
"Indeed...as you said, then why do you call them evil gods?"
"It's just a title."
Duanmu Huai curled his lips.
"You can call them whatever you want, such as Evil God, Chaos Power, Four Vendors...the title is just a title, a reference. It doesn't mean that we call them Evil Gods, they are really Evil Gods. After all, every civilization has a strong respect for gods. The definitions are different. I believe that when you conquer the surrendered planet, it is not uncommon for the local indigenous people to worship you as gods.”
"Indeed."
Marius nodded. There were some locals on the planet who regarded them as gods descending from the earth after seeing them. There were many such examples.
"It's the same thing that people will surrender to a powerful force they can't understand and regard as a god."
"Are you not afraid, then? Inquisitor?"
Marius looked at Duanmuhuai, who chuckled.
"Do you know? Company Commander, there is a saying in the Tribunal - all fear comes from insufficient firepower."
As he spoke, Duanmu Huai raised his war hammer and swung it forward. "In other words, as long as you have enough firepower to destroy everything, then you have nothing to fear."
"When I return, I will advise my primarch to add this sentence to his notes."
"Stop setting up a FLAG. We've all come this far. What do you think?"
"There is indeed something wrong with the Bell Tower. The malicious premise has been established. We can report what happened here to the original body."
Marius looked around again.
"I don't know what to say. It turns out that the Word Bearers carried out a massacre on this battleship. They killed almost all the crew members on this battleship and used their flesh and blood to transform into some kind of terrible... Monster......"
"The Vampire, a low-level ground unit of Wrath of Cruelty, is not worth mentioning."
"...and the mutated Word Bearers and World-Dead Legionnaires."
"This is the power given to them by the evil god. To be honest, it's not a big deal."
Duanmuhuai snorted lightly, but Marius knew that things were not as easy as he said. He had also fought with a mutated world-killer before, and the opponent's power was even stronger. It was not something that was tempered, but It was some kind of powerful force that Marius had never encountered before, and even he was almost knocked to the ground. Not only that, these Astartes are not afraid of death, and their bodies are extremely tough. Their bolters can break their arms and tear open their chests, but they still move forward as if they are not injured at all.
Even experienced Astartes would be difficult to deal with such enemies, but they seemed so fragile in front of Duanmu Huai. The opponent waved the war hammer in his hand, almost hitting each one.
Of course, it’s understandable that Duanmu Huai would do this, after all, he gives off a very fierce feeling, but…………
Thinking of this, Marius looked at Lorena walking beside Duanmu Huai with a complicated expression.
"Sorry, I would like to ask...how did this lady do it?"
That's right, what Marius couldn't understand the most was the battle between Ogis and Lorena. Ogis was okay, and it's not like Marius hadn't seen all kinds of strange methods of psykers. Even if he couldn't understand, At least it's acceptable. But Lorena didn't understand. How could such a petite girl knock a mutated Astartes away with her bare hands?
"Of course it's training, company commander!"
However, Lorena's answer surprised Marius.
"Exercise?"
"That's right! You must persevere every day, squatting on a horse, punching a hundred times, praying a hundred times, and punching a hundred times again! Only in this way can you have a healthy body and the power to purify evil spirits!"
Consistent exercise? ? ?
Marius was completely confused. They Astartes are also training continuously, and they have been training for hundreds of years. But you told me that you have been training for more than ten years, and you can become Astartes. Special shot?
So what is the value of our existence? ? ?
He looked at Duanmu Huai as if asking for help, hoping that he could give an answer.
"Don't look at me, Lorena is like this, I don't have the ability."
Duanmu Huai spread his hands and made a helpless expression.
Well, maybe this lady is a special case.
The bridge door opens.
The stench that hit us was uncomfortable, and the pieces of flesh and blood scattered on the deck were even more disgusting. But what was even more unacceptable was the huge monster located in the center of the bridge. It looked like a giant brain, with countless The nerves extend from underneath it and wrap around the Thinker Terminal. It has taken over the battleship and is steering it forward.
And in front of it stood a tall Chaos Space Marine.
"I didn't expect that you could actually come here."
He turned his back to the crowd and spoke, then slowly turned his head - they saw the World-Destroying Mark on his body, and at the same time, he also saw Duanmu Huai's armor.
"Damn bastard!"
He grabbed a sharp blade burning with flames, and the rotten wings behind him suddenly spread out.
"It's you! You killed our Primarch! The murderer!!"
"I will miss Angron's screams."
Duanmuhuai chuckled and stepped forward holding the war hammer.
"And you can only become such a waste now, world-killers."
"I will avenge my primarch."
The opponent clenched his sword and glared at Duanmu Huai fiercely. Beside him, several world-killers and demons from subspace were also full of murderous intent and anger.
"The Wrath of Cruelty himself may not dare to speak to me like this here. How dare you, a guy who has obtained some residual power of the evil god, dare to speak so brazenly here?"
Duanmu Huai grabbed the war hammer and raised it high.
"In the name of the Inquisition, I will send you to reunite with your original body, and your souls will burn and wail together in the flames of the Inquisition until they are completely reduced to ashes."
Both sides were silent for a second.
The next moment, the battle started again.
(End of chapter)