Chapter 152 Blood sacrifice to the blood god is extremely ridiculous
The dark green parachute landed on the Adeptus Mechanicus fortress, and the loyal soldiers saluted the landing officer. With his black pupils, hair, messy military uniform, and a big green helmet, it was hard to imagine that he was commanding a battle group. Commander, but his arrival revived the morale of this desperate place.
Cultists of Khorne are no fools; on the contrary, being able to maintain devotion to their god over long periods of time, the sergeant may have experienced things far beyond the imagination of mortals, he said astutely.
"You are... I understand. It seems that things have become interesting. You can let go of interrupting my duel, but I ask for a substitution. I will sacrifice my blood to the Blood God and use my best heart." He let go of the second lieutenant. He was not If this young man did not die, he would find better prey.
Skadi's soldiers are also falling one after another at this moment. Although the veterans have not jumped by parachute, the war they have experienced is more exciting than such behavior. For them, this matter will not travel through the forest or the enemy's lair. Harder.
After the elites filled the castle, they quickly joined the battle against the Space Marines, instantly slowing down the approaching enemies, and this change also made Veengar anxious.
"Horn, don't care about your bloody battles! Clean the upper floors of the castle quickly!" Veengar's order echoed in the sergeant's helmet. He was a little dissatisfied, but as a Space Marine, obedience is one of his fundamentals.
"I have changed my mind. Mortals, brothers, take action!" His tone was dissatisfied. Although it was not strong, Alan Bayer could hear it and guess it.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God? It's ridiculous. Your honor is dismissed with just a few words? You don't even dare to challenge a mortal?"
Alan Bair touched his chin. To be honest, he couldn't hear the heretics' calls, but he could guess and find their contradictions. A single sentence was like a sharp knife inserted into the hearts of Weingar and the sergeant, killing those who saw death. The conflict of not saving has expanded again.
Sometimes, Alan Bayer's understanding of the enemy's humanity is more terrifying than his combat power. He knows himself and the enemy, and is victorious in every battle. This is also the basis for his survival in this cruel world. He can understand aliens and heretics, even better than the Inquisition. .
The sergeant could feel that when these words were uttered from the mouth of a mortal, veins had burst in his head, and anger and the desire for a duel had replaced those things, such as loyalty to the current legion, or to someone he could not see. Commander's loyalty.
Traitors are like this, no one believes it, not even Huron. The people he values are all his old subordinates. Is it not to make those old subordinates bound by his love?
When his affection for his former brothers was noticed by the traitors and pirates who joined later, jealousy and fear would arise spontaneously. Huron thus stabilized his relationship with his brothers. It has to be said that in terms of human nature, Huron is also absolutely terrifying.
But this kind of wisdom is what young Weingar could not ask for, and now he can only be responsible for his own youth, of course he shouted.
"Don't listen to that mortal!"
But he found that there was no reply from the other side, only the Chaos Warriors stared at Alan Bair's movements and the feeling of being ready to make a move.
Taken the bait, Khorne's bunny ears are easy to play with, this thought flashed in Alan Bair's head, and then he continued. "How ridiculous, blood sacrifice to the blood god."
"He is just a reckless man who is commanded by young people. He can do nothing but bully mortals."
"You are irritating me, mortal. It is of no use." The sergeant replied. Unlike those madmen known to the world, Khorne believers are extremely calm. It is better to say that warriors are not reckless men. In crazy close combat, they gamble. How could the ever-winner who fights for his life be a group of lunatics?
Alan Bair nodded. "But honor or surrender, you know it very well. You like that thing. The anger is also real, and the desire to duel with me is also real. Your blood is rolling, like boiling liquid."
He reached out his hand and turned off his communicator. When Veengar's roar suddenly stopped, he answered. "You are really terrible, mortal. Who made you understand so much? Your emperor?"
"I can't trouble the old man." Alan Bair took off his gloves and threw them on the face of the Chaos Warrior sergeant. He wiped the thing off, and the grateer let out a sneer of laughter. "If we met in the Empire, maybe we could become friends."
Alan Bair shook his head. "No, there are no ifs in this world, and I will not be friends with the World Eaters."
The sergeant raised his hand. "I can tell you this, having traveled among the dark stars for fifty years before the Supreme Emperor took me into his service."
"Monsters of all kinds that are unimaginable to humans are spread across countless broken worlds. They are so filthy and filthy that just one look at them is enough to make someone's heart stop. No mortal will can resist the strange and various evils of the aliens."
"So, if we are to survive in such a terrifying galaxy, what wonder is it when the wise man requires humanity's own evil?"
"My blood and violence were all deliberately shaped by him and inherited from my original body. Yet you claim to be loyal, but express disgust for my character?"
The sergeant's words are sharp and his thoughts are clear. He has seen thousands of monsters in this dark world, and has tasted the craziest tastes. He does not think that mortals with short lives can refute this. Although he loves force, he still makes a proud choice. Complete victory.
Alan Bayer just refuted him, just in an understatement. "If you think violence is the way to defeat this dark universe, then why will your power be enjoyed by your god? He is also the embodiment of this dark universe. Since he has betrayed him, he has turned into countless distortions of this dark galaxy. and the grotesque part, just don’t judge yourself in the terms of an Imperial loyalist, Mr. Monster.”
"The Emperor did not create your Primarch for violence. He was originally an excellent commander, but the accidental loss caused the Butcher's Nail to embed in his head. It was this accident that led to the wrath of the World Eaters and demanded I say that the Emperor never intended to fill the universe with violence and evil in the first place."
"He sees farther than any life you know, and he is older than anything you have ever seen. And you are just a so-called "prophet" sitting in a well and watching the sky, trapped in your own cocoon."
"Like your daemon primarch, you are a self-destructive, stupid person who appears to be smart but is a puppet, manipulated by Vaengar and manipulated by the gods."
The sergeant fell into silence, and his proud body and raised arms were slightly lowered. He realized that his perfect victory was broken at this moment, just like glass products, which could never be repaired.
This was not something recognized by others, nor was it a goal given to him by the gods, but the thought of not wanting to lose as a warrior echoed in his mind, but at this moment his feeling turned into anger.
"How dare you say that! Mortal!" His voice was amplified by the grille, like the roar of hell. Just being around him was enough to rupture the eardrums and damage the central nervous system.
However, Alan Bair raised his weapon and hit him on the armor without hesitation, destroying the grille. The strong heat rays made the Chaos Warrior feel that his mouth seemed to be burning, and his face was pressed against the yellow On top of the bronze throne.
"Ah!" he cried out, but his voice became strange and could no longer be so scary.
Alan Beyer just said. "You've made my soldiers nervous, and the duel has begun!"
Heat rays, bang bang bang, flames flashed at the muzzle. Those dead things were enough to melt the ceramite and kill Superman. The sergeant immediately used his shoulder armor, the strongest part of his armor to resist, even though the metal here had become It was pitted and ugly, and the heat rays only made it uglier.
However, the ensign's efforts were never bad or useless. When the demigod couldn't help but slow down his movement slightly due to physical pain, and with Alan Bair's unknown strengthening, he actually accomplished a miracle that mortals couldn't believe. .
He used an almost perfect sideways movement to avoid the lightning-like impact and the subsequent chain sword. At this moment, even the staff officer who knew Alan Bair couldn't help shouting. "O Emperor!"
If the Skadi people trusted Alan Bair and let him face the traitors alone, but at this moment they truly realized that the person in front of them, the person commanding them, was the person chosen by the Emperor, destined to accomplish great achievements, otherwise There is absolutely no way to avoid this attack.
Although the Space Marines may look bulky, they are never slow, never stupid, and never poor in martial arts. The World Eaters have accumulated thousands of years of technology and power, and even sacrificed their souls for it, and such attacks are dodged by mortals. The surprise and shame even shook the members of the commando team next to them.
"Brother? Does your body need to be adjusted?" Compared with Weingar, the feelings of the team were more intensive and urgent. The members of the team immediately asked their captain, but the non-commissioned officer was also surprised, but he answered quickly.
"It's just good luck..." he said, but was it really luck? War and battles are not dominated by luck. The sergeant became alert, and he knew very well how powerful his attack was.
Alan Bayer himself seemed calm and calm, but he still couldn't help but overflow with fear and cold sweat. He had experienced countless difficulties and adventures in his life, and he had faced countless enemies, but this time was still the most dangerous.
"Ha...it seems the Emperor is protecting me, and where is your god? Heretic."
The sergeant realized something was wrong. This mortal was slightly different from the weak and ignorant things in his concept. No wonder he was admired by so many people, and he made up his mind at this moment. "I won't let you live."
"Whether it's for my gods, the Red Pirates, or this war."
"You are a variable, you disgusting thing."
Alan Bayer was very happy to be so "praised" by the heretic. He also slowly adjusted the firearm to the melt mode. Then the sergeant raised the weapon. Their next confrontation at this moment was both a battle and a matter of life and death.
Guns and blades, chain saws and melta, Space Marines and Imperial Guardsmen, they have the same roots, but at this moment, they have blades against gun barrels, with survival as the goal, fighting and killing for victory.
If the Emperor were on top, he would definitely not want to see such a situation, but this dark universe has broken all the beauty. Hatred breeds in the hearts of humans. The greed of heretics, the hatefulness of traitors, the distortion of monsters, those who are still destined to die today. The living Imperial people are like a heavy burden.
Alan Bair carries his weight forward. Although he seems out of tune, although he seems to be omnipotent, he is not a god after all. He cannot kill a superman without paying the price.
"Emperor." He looked at the charging sergeant. "If you really bless me and are really paranoid about me, then..."
He raised his gun and listened to the roar of the chain sword and the impact of the power armor stepping on the adamantine floor. At this moment, it was difficult to describe who would win, but no matter who died or who survived, they will change the direction of this war.
Taking a deep breath, aiming, and shooting are like muscle memories for Alan Bair. It is extremely fast. Even the Space Marines have to admit that this shooting is different from the slowness of mortals in their eyes. At least the raising and aiming of the gun, Already reaching the level of the Astartes.
But experience, he still lacks experience. Something that cannot be obtained out of thin air in life is experience. Compared with him, the Chaos Warrior sergeant has much better experience.
The terrifying red giant only used small skills in swordsmanship to create an illusion of sight. He stood the chain sword upright in a strange posture. When staring at that thing with the naked eye, it can even be said that that posture will make people If a person looks at it unconsciously, his actual distance will be blurred at this moment. This is a little trick he learned from the Spirit Tribe, but it is extremely useful now!
According to his experience, the gap should be less than one meter, but this battle is too terrifying and has reached a level beyond human beings. The range of one meter is a chasm and an insurmountable mountain range. At this moment, Alan Bayer is fully focused. The sergeant quickly judged that he had undoubtedly been hit!
And he wanted to maintain the illusion of a one-meter visual distance, suddenly accelerate, and then cut off the head of the opponent.
The Chaos Space Marines do not lack the intelligence of Alan Bair. They are well aware of the capabilities of that firearm, but such weapons cannot kill Space Marines at insufficient distance, so the sergeant dares to bet that the worst is paralysis, and the best is Just kill him directly!
One meter is enough, but Alan Bayer knows nothing. In his eyes, the enemy is approaching. He is concentrating, holding his breath and preparing to fire. He must shoot at a foolproof distance to win the real victory, because he is sure , even if he melts half of the Chaos traitor, the remaining half can tear his body apart before death!
Five meters, three meters, too fast, two meters! Alan Bayer was surprised. He could hardly keep up with that speed. He thought silently in his heart, there is still one meter left, hold on!
But that kind voice suddenly appeared in his thoughts. "Shoot, my boy."
Shoot?
shot!
Without thinking, he almost instinctively trusted this voice. After the burning sound of the air brought by the sizzling hot melt and the violent and terrifying flash, the Chaos Warrior looked at his almost completely evaporated body. "Why, you... see... through me..."
His powerful body was almost completely carbonized, and the power armor turned into lava and flowed, burning the ground red. Alan Bayer's arms trembled. He looked at the muzzle of the smoking gun and answered. "Probably, the Emperor chose me."
It can be regarded as making up for the 8,000 words that were not written before.
(End of chapter)