Chapter 340: That KPI is soaring!
Priest Geratos' loudspeaker grille emitted a war cry so furious that it almost broke his heart.
“No mercy!”
He roared.
“No fear!”
"No regrets!"
The pastor did not immediately take over the harmless but extremely insulting scepter handle. Instead, he jumped up, pulled out his gun and started shooting at this hateful, damn, Maybe he was still playing with witchcraft and alien shooting——
When Magna started to dodge the vital points, a thought even crossed his mind: This man was too angry, and his rosary flew to his head. In the end, it actually wouldn't fly out...
What made the Black Templars' faces even more livid as they were covered by helmets and goggles and could not see, was that all the explosives fired by Priest Geratos The target was not hit.
It’s not that Magna Dorn is so magical that he dodged everything at close range - he had already prepared to be hit, but he did not come to Wandering Port alone. of.
The sound of the bottom of the staff hitting the ground came from the inner room of the shop.
"Du."
A gentle voice struck people's hearts, and the psykers mixed in the darkness or among the crowd began to look up in surprise or horror.
"Benedict."
The astrological choirs and navigators on dozens of nearby ships, whether meditating or contemplating, all raised their heads and listened solemnly. .
"Benedict."
The believers in the Black Temple unanimously raised their bolt guns under the command of Lord Kaleb. The crowd watching the excitement had dispersed, except for the most daring ones or those with ulterior motives. Only those who dare to lurk in the surrounding lookout positions observe the situation.
"Destroy the wizard! Kill the alien!" Priest Geratos roared, "God-Emperor! Please grant us power! Let us crush his unclean shield and body! Let him die tragically. Call the thunder that covers our gunfire! Lord of mankind! Please give us the power of angry souls!"
The old man who came out raised his hand.
Then the bolt gun fired like a storm - meaning that the muzzle flames were still flashing fiercely on it, but all the bullets were "stopped".
"Change weapons! Chant the name of the God-Emperor!" Geratos grabbed his priest's scepter, charged ahead again, and roared at the surroundings.
"Look at you greedy people! What have you brought here! - This is no ordinary wizard! Break his arm first!"
Caleb drew out calmly With his own power sword, since there are only two opponents and the Black Templar has five, the main enemies are actually him and Geratos. Since the alien has shown strong melee capabilities and skills, then it is His goal this time.
And Geratos's pious, pure and fanatical belief in the God-Emperor will be his most powerful weapon when dealing with psykers or psychic creatures.
Caleb had no doubts.
The Lord of the Castle tightened his grip on his power sword and charged towards the beak-faced alien who seemed to be still observing and didn't even know to pull out the weapon from his waist.
Although he is much calmer than Geratos, the same flame of anger inherited from the ancient oath of revenge is blazing in his heart. "Accept the shattered fate of your pathetic soul! Filthy xenos! In the name of the God-Emperor! Your blood and wails will please the Lord of Mankind!"
As the Black Templar Sword As a member of the Brotherhood, Lord Kaleb's swordsmanship is undoubtedly the strongest among them, so the other believers spread out around him with confidence and admiration. They did not shoot for the time being, but just scoured the formation for him. Others silently raised their newly loaded bolters with Witch-hunting bombs at the wizard.
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The Kroot mercenary stood there without moving after the priest took away the weapon returned by it. In the eyes of observers, this beak-faced and clawed alien that dared to resist the Emperor's Angel undoubtedly appeared bold because of its blasphemy and strength, but he The power of the Astartes will only end here. The Astartes will teach him the correct attitude of aliens towards humans. Being crushed and using the blood from its neck to clean the weapons and boots of the Astartes is its only way out. .
Magna himself looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded. Who will tell him how things turned out like this? Does just looking at it from a distance offend the other person? Also, hadn't he already followed what Lamizane taught him, "Try not to conflict with others when you go shopping. As long as you easily grab the sword with your bare hands, the other party will shout that you are awesome and admire you!" and "Put it on." When handing any weapon or bladed object back to another person, the handle must be pointed towards the other person”?
Does this action have a special meaning or the opposite meaning in their habits?
Magna Dorn, the current master controller of the Ironblood, the Glorious Queen-class flagship of the Iron Warriors Legion, searched quickly in his young database.
At the same time, he did not forget to move his body to avoid the increasingly faster, more urgent and more desperate attacks from the Black Templar Lord on the opposite side.
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Is this alien teasing him? !
The revengeful warrior who is teasing the God-Emperor! ?
Heat, unprecedented uncontrollable impulse emotions surged in his two hearts, and the brutal flames of hatred and anger were slowly burning through Caleb's entire body, from his spine Heading towards the cerebral cortex, he began to burn away the calmness, rationality, judgment and tolerance that should not have existed, which had always prevented him from being able to move further up among his brothers.
It didn’t even fight back hard enough, nor did it run away cowardly, as if just to show the Black Templars how worthless their proud brothers and swordsmanship were—
Wait!
Wait a minute! !
The way it advances and retreats - the way its limbs move!
Some kind of terrible suspicion formed uncontrollably in the mind of the castle owner. He tried to get rid of this undesirable thought from his heart, but his sword blade went against his will, using a Only the oldest Terra Guard warriors would use a specific angle, direction and force method to stab at the opponent——
The alien with a huge beak and hair-like feathers on the opposite side did not hesitate. It used its deformed hands and legs to respond with the same fatal and ancient response——
No, it even had the energy to turn its arm, as if that hand should have held a sword -
A bone-chilling chill penetrated his mind like an ice-blade arrow. Let Caleb return from the brink of the martyr fanaticism he's been striving toward and reluctantly confront his innately rational logic.
This unforgivable absolute alien is using the most ancient and secret fighting steps and swordsmanship skills of the Seventh Legion to fight against him.
It is so ancient that even Kaleb only knows that there are some extremely lucky sword brothers in the war group who can inherit part of this skill from their mentors of several generations above.
When he was watching those wonderful battles in the training ground or on the battlefield, he imagined the deadly and glorious appearance of these ancient skills when they were fully used.
And now they were indeed deadly and glorious, appearing to shine in creatures he had never imagined.
Geratos was right, it was time for this place—this port—to undergo some necessary slaughter and burning.
(End of this chapter)