Chapter 41 Blood Bronze Claw
This is the eve of harvest, the time to satisfy the desire for killing.
This is also the time Morinite spends tasting.
He looked out from the main observation window of the orbital station with a smile on his lips, revealing the tips of his steel teeth and the huge brass-colored Blood God brand on his chest.
The ghost in the void is also smiling back.
He let go and looked behind the nightmare figure, his eyes focused on the dark sphere shrouded in his shadow.
Ma'Kande No. 2, a small planet, a green and rugged rock on the edge of the Pacific Starfield, a place that is easily forgotten, a place that is enough to meet the needs of the Blood Bronze Claw warband.
Morinite was once a captain of the elite third-line army of the Twelve Legions. They were once called war dogs. They used tomahawks and ferocious offensives to bring fear to the enemy on the battlefield. They were helpless. The unstoppable berserker and the insatiable killer.
They too were once part of the Imperium of Man, sworn to serve the Emperor and Mankind until their Primarch emerged.
Angron, the primarch of the Twelve Legions, after he was dragged from a slave planet by the Emperor, the former war dog disappeared, leaving only the Devourer driven to madness by the Butcher's Nail. The worldly person.
Due to Angron's pathological hatred of the Emperor, they were among the first rebels to join the Horus Heresy.
Then they unleashed their murderous lust and madness on Istvan III, Istvan V, Nuceria and Terra. The World Eaters also led an attack on the Imperial Palace. assault, and it is said that one of their champions, Captain Kahn of the 8th Assault Company, was the first to rush into the breach.
But as the Emperor killed Horus at the cost of serious injuries on the Sons of Horus's flagship "Vengeance Spirit", the rebels fell and dispersed, and the World Eaters had to follow other rebellions. The legions retreated together.
After their defeat, the survivors fled into the Eye of Terror with the Traitor Legions.
As early as during the Shadow Crusade, Angron had been sublimated into a Daemon Prince by the Blood God Khorne. With the efforts of the World Eaters' senior commanders, they continued to operate as a legion, but Most of these warriors fell to the Chaos God and became extremely bloodthirsty Chaos Space Marines.
It was not until the fratricide caused by Karn that the Legion was broken into countless warbands that the history of the World Eaters Legion came to an end.
Morinite also started to stand on his own at that time. He pulled up a war gang of one hundred people, named it [Blood Bronze Claws], and sailed on a cruiser named "Flesh Raider". The Eye of Fear acts as a thug for various forces in exchange for necessary supplies.
In the Eye of Terror, wars are as frequent as people drinking water, but most of the time, he is able to lead the war gang to retreat unscathed.
But not long ago, when he was assisting a group of Dark Mechanic Cultists in excavating a certain ruins, he was attacked by a war gang of the Third Legion, and their employer also rebelled at a critical moment, resulting in the war gang being beaten. It was a complete defeat, even the flesh-ravaged ones were sunk.
In the end, only 9 people with him were left in the war gang. They survived by taking an escape boat, but they also lost their ability to move, and it was only a matter of time before they died in the subspace.
However, the Blood God did not seem to give up on them. At the desperate moment, an imperial transport ship appeared. There seemed to be something wrong with their Geller position, which resulted in Morinit being completely undetected when he drove the lifeboat close.
When they boarded the transport ship, they had just repaired Geller's position, and the transport ship, which had suffered heavy losses, immediately had no resistance.
Morinite did not kill too many people because they needed someone to pilot the transport ship. Then within an unknown period of time, they turned most of the people on the ship into Chaos believers. , and got a key message from them.
There is a Sword-class frigate that is nearly completed on the Ma'kande 2.
This is very important information. Although he has temporarily gained a place to stay, Morinite never thought that he could make a comeback with a transport ship, at least one frigate.
Although his strong desire drove him to rush to Ma'kande 2 to snatch the frigate, Morinite analyzed the situation very calmly.
First of all, his warband has been severely damaged. There are only 9 Space Marines with him, and all they have is a transport ship.
The opponent is a complete orbital defense station, manufactured and controlled by the Adeptus Mechanicus. If they rush over directly like this, the probability of being beaten to pieces halfway is 100%.
Victory cannot be achieved by relying on space battles, so the key issue becomes how to board the orbital station.
Morinite is not a person who is good at using his brain, not to mention that the Butcher's Nail is still interfering with his thinking. However, on the eve of the war gang's near destruction, he still forced himself to come up with a plan.
Lure the other party onto the ship first, then seize the other party's landing ship, and then use that landing ship to quickly enter the orbital station.
He is also betting that the opponent's defense system will not activate so quickly, that the opponent will give him a security identification code for his landing ship, and that the Imperial people there are not very smart. Then, under the blessing of the Blood God, he made the right bet.
The loot that will follow will be extremely rich!
“The Blood God will drink the blood of cowards!”
Not far away, a Khorne warrior was dismembering a man wearing a Legion uniform and using his thick blood to paint blasphemous words and symbols on the walls.
That's understandable, given that warbands are so hungry for new victims.
Even Morinette himself could not help but feel a shiver crawling up his back when he thought of those screams.
However, although they controlled part of the orbital station, the situation did not change decisively. Massacre was an interesting pastime, but now this pastime is dispensable.
The star port of the orbital station is where they want to go.
While thinking, Morinette felt a tingling pain in his skull.
He indulged the feeling, imagining the sharp teeth of the combat knife cutting deeply.
The Butcher's Nail, the curse and blessing of the World Eaters, was brought to the Legion by the Primarch Angron. Its essence is a neural implant that can give intense stimulation to the victim's brain. , only blood and killing can slow down this excitement.
Some say that the World Eaters' fate of corruption began with the Butcher's Nail, but Morinite refuses to dispute this.
The sudden terrible silence was broken by a sound, the shrill sound of an old alarm bell.
"What happened?"
Morinite withdrew his gaze from a distance and turned to look at the horrific slaughterhouse. Thousands of mutilated corpses covered the ground, and eight scarlet giants stood on the corpses. In the mountains and seas of blood, a mist drifted from the grilles of their helmets with every breath they took.
Every World Eater is covered with skulls and heads, as if they are medals to show off.
"The weak Imperials intend to separate us from them."
A World Eater withdrew his ax from the victim's gaping chest and brought out a slime Thick blood and guts.
"They will not do what they want."
Morinite knows the importance of time. The Imperials have many choices. They can even choose to blow up the frigate, or wait for the support of the Mechanicus on the ground.
No matter which one, it is extremely detrimental to them.
So they immediately moved to the center of the orbital station, killing people along the way.
Before the victims fell to the bloody floor, the Chaos Space Marines were already rushing towards the orbital station's control center.
On the guarded building, a group of void teleporter spiers pointed straight into the air, a group of crackling energy poles and erected teleportation nodes.
Looking from a distance, an officer was rushing to operate the wheel lock of the blast door facing south of the center.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"
Morinite, who was wearing a helmet with the blood god's crown style, let out a terrifying war cry. The officer was so shocked by the roar that he staggered and became disoriented, and then The World Eater descended on him from above, his gauntlets piercing the man's skull and pinching his spine.
Then the pale bones and the adhering internal organs were pulled out of the cavity like a carrot.
"Skull presentation!!!"
(End of this chapter)