Chapter 361 Purple Phoenix makes its debut
The ground and city walls were shaking under their feet.
These vibrations may be the impact of orbital bombardment from further away or explosions during the battle, but it is more likely to be caused by something approaching the city wall defenders in front of them.
Three huge siege engines that were several stories high walked towards the Wall of Satnain with a staggering but destructive step.
If these engines are only as good as when they were created, Magna Dorn is sure - although he cannot make more precise calculations and comparisons now - the layout of this section of the city wall The amount of firepower is enough to destroy them.
Well, if there weren't those conspicuous pink and purple noise warriors with a touch of gold and black that can be seen from a distance and their obvious warp modifications to the siege engines.
Magna Dorn frowned and scanned the faces of the Emperor's Children who had been transformed beyond recognition with his light blue eyes like iris flames: If anyone is willing to use human "faces" This term is used to refer to their last remaining humanoid outlines.
The heads of these former Emperor's Children warriors, who are always emitting disorderly tones that humans cannot understand, have now become like the heads of some giant insects:
They were originally The beautiful eyelids have been cut off with precision, and the pupil occupies the entire exposed eye. The white of the eye cannot be seen, so even the weakest light will cause pain to their optic nerves;
Their ears They were also surgically cut, and the ultimate sound-receiving device was installed on them to give them the greatest stimulation of the cerebral cortex every time they heard a sound;
Their mouths and jaws to their necks have been permanently altered by a series of unknown inhuman fillers and surgeries, and now they have no beautifully shaped or richly colored lips to open, close, or eat and speak. Everything has been gouged out and replaced with implants and mechanical devices.
They have now also lost their teeth, tongues, vocal cords and voices, just to hold in their mouths permanently what Slaanesh has given them, which cannot be heard by human ears. In the inaudible waveband, the alien gods they newly believed in entered their dreams under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs, and taught them in those debauched ravings the art of bringing death, pain and fear to others. sound wave amplifier.
They wore purple power armor that faded to pink, and held various weapons made of gold and mica that changed in color. They looked like a kind of horn or an oversized loudspeaker grille. They came noisily and sang a death hymn dedicated to Slaanesh -
"They will quickly break through the void shield, guard against their sonic attacks, and prepare to engage the enemy."
Mara. Gnar Dorn had figured out what was coming, and the cursed, grotesque sonic weapons of the corrupted Third Legion eventually merged with those on the siege engines into an almost physical sonic halo that was The thing finally broke through the void shield's defense, and then——
First of all, there are the massive, "alive" airborne pods dropped from the sky. Some of them were bounced off or burned by the remaining void shields, but at this point, the number of airborne pods dropped is too much. So much so that after the blocking firepower and void shields were exhausted to the extreme, the remaining drop pods that successfully reached the city wall were several times more than what was lost.
The originally normal landing engines and fixed claws of these mechanical creations have been distorted and deformed by supernatural forces, and the tips of their spider limbs are stretched out towards the surroundings like countless creatures, like countless twigs crawling over the garden. The heads are as densely packed with aphids.
Members of the purple, gold and pink and black Third Legion poured out from inside like some kind of chemical smoke and launched a frantic charge towards the Imperial Fists defending the city wall. In fact, they almost didn't Lines or combinations, but there are just too many of them.
These howling waves of strange pink and purple fluorescence slapped against the yellow and brown reefs formed by the 7th Legion's new expedition companies and the mortal garrison. The firepower of the defenders certainly tore apart the enemy. The mouth was bloody, but the poisonous and gorgeous piranha flowers also devoured many defenders, which made the Imperial Fists' already stretched numbers even thinner.
It was as if black roses and thorns were suddenly split open in the bizarre white sky that reflected the red firelight and black gunpowder smoke. Like withered and diseased black roses, the air is filled with the smell of ozone and sulfur, one - there are many things about to pass through the curtain and appear here.
Magna Dorn—for now "Rogal Dorn"—sighed, raised his legs under the increasingly fanatical admiration of Martius and the others, and spoke with what seemed to be He walked over like a leisurely but actually very fast speed, like a prophet, and before every subspace rift in his memory was completely opened, he faced the warriors of the Emperor's Children who emerged from them, one after another that was more gorgeous than the last. head or chest, and hit them one by one with his giant sword. "Ah ah ah - how could you let my beautiful sons leave early -"
With an extremely beautiful elongated sound that makes people get goosebumps all over their body. The tone emits emotion, and a figure kneels on one knee, appearing on the broad platform in the center of the city wall like a star actor whose spotlight suddenly shines on.
The newly emerged being is three times taller than the average Astartes, but its armor is layered like clouds, which is extremely eye-catching, like a large three-dimensional piece of glittery pink or glittering purple paint. The plate was dotted with golden edges, and in his right hand he held a sharp blade that was also a two-handed weapon for the Astartes. It was fragrant and dressed up.
“Oops——” Purple Phoenix grinned, “Look who this is? Rogge, I didn’t expect that our stone-like Rogge Dorn’s movements would one day look like this. So lazy and elegant——”
The Golden Armored Primarch whose name was called by him turned around, leaned his giant sword on the ground, frowned and looked at the tall being with exquisite makeup in front of him. Fulgrim looked down at him under the gaze of his brother, and giggled. He smiled brightly, letting the other person's eyes scan every inch of his body, and even seemed to enjoy the process.
Purple Phoenix's silver-white hair flutters in the rising vortex of firefights, explosions and steaming blood, like some kind of gorgeous but broken silk war flag hunting in the wind.
Finally, Magna Dorn slowly gave a very sincere evaluation.
"I think..."
"Huh?"
"Based on the old video records that I watched with...them...I think your outfit should also include a pink wavy wig, exaggerated thick lips, overweight eyeliner, and ostrich feather sequins, which might be more suitable. Your identity at the moment.”
The muscles on Fulgrim’s face twisted and his expression instantly became extremely sinister.
"You ignorant, stupid, stone head who always goes to our father who deserves to be burned with a straight face." He hissed, "I will let you know how to laugh at me "The consequences."
Fulgrim raised the blade in his hand towards the "Terra Praetorian".
He was a little surprised at the heart-rending cry of despair from Martius, but then he laughed even more triumphantly, knocked down the body of "Dorn" to the ground, stepped on one foot, When he started to cut the opponent with blood with that single-edged sword, more of the Emperor's Children behind Fulgrim descended on the city wall and began to massacre the defenders here.
(End of this chapter)