Chapter 402 Dance of the Black Phoenix (Part 1)
She came from the darkness, just like her subordinates.
Walton was the first one to see her and he tried to warn the others loudly.
“Little——”
As soon as the shout came out, his throat became stuffy.
A spear pierced his breastplate and pierced both his hearts at the same time. In an instant, a meter-long spear appeared on Walton's spine
Black spear.
Until the weapon slipped from his body,
she looked at each of them as they let their bodies sink.
“Do it.”
A calm voice played in the Night Lord's helmet,
Everyone immediately moved.
The Eighth Legion tactics raised their bolters and fired, each firing a barrage of bullets, but none of them could hit her.
Talos fired at the dancing figure, and the explosions in the narrow space seemed like wails in his ears.
With targeting processors on both his faceplate and retina display, guiding both his aim and his instincts, the bolter fires like a tidal wave under his control. cartridges, only to be relieved when he had to reload.
As he fired, the Prophet stepped back and loaded another magazine with a crunch.
Perhaps by some coincidence, everyone was reloading, and all sense of unity and
covering fire disappeared instantly.
Talos scanned the room vaguely, seeing how their firepower destroyed every wall without
hitting its prey.
Then White-Eyed Chris died, his head cut off from his shoulders in full view of everyone.
As the bodies began to fall, Talos immediately raised his fist to stop the dead
brother's spinning helmet from hitting him.
Then the blood-stained helmet fell to the floor with a clang.
“Damn it!”
The angry Talos immediately fired at the black shadow, aiming at the place marked by the gun indicator, but only more stone products were shattered in the explosion.
She didn't even slow down the killing.
In just the blink of an eye, the spear pierced Gorata's waist and cut off his leg.
Almost at the same second, Farovan was also killed. A three-leaf throwing star forged from alien metal and a ball of black fire split his head from the middle.
The two corpses also fell down at the same time, making two loud noises when they hit the stone.
"I fuck you, you long-legged stinky bitch!"
Maku let out a sweet howl, his heavy armor arching his back.
Taros looked around calmly and saw a trace of movement on his mask. When he wanted to give a warning, it was already too late.
“Maku Chen!”
The next second, the spear was thrust out from Ma Kuchen’s back.
Ma Kuchen staggered forward, thanks to the artificial muscles in the joints of his armor that kept him from falling.
Then Markushen's bolter rang out again and fell from his hand.
When the thrown blade struck Sirion, it struck his horned helmet and large shards of ceramic fell immediately.
Celion was not as stable as Markushen. He stumbled and landed on his hands and knees at the same time, which was heavy enough to make the floor tremble.
Talos saw drops of blood falling on the dark stone floor, pooling between Sirion's trembling hands.
"Taros"
Valier's voice came out from the communicator again.
“Not now, brother.”
Talos already felt like he was going crazy, and he almost roared when he spoke to Valiel.
"I just wanted to ask you when you will return to the ground -" "Not now!"
After saying that, Talos followed the black shadow with his bolter, but he couldn't catch up at all.
In just a moment, the black shadow was already dancing behind Korosa, and the technical sergeant was the last living Third Claw.
Aware of something behind him, Korosa turned and slashed with his howling chainsword.
But he hit nothing.
At the moment Talos took aim, Korosa fell backwards, blood flowing from his severed arm.
"Damn warp bitch!"
Korosa took two steps, but the backswing of the spear immediately cut him open, and the wet entrails splashed onto Talos' face. A front.
The angry prophet fired over Corosa's shoulder, and the loud bang and subsequent guttural sound was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
Then he saw the blurred image transform into a female figure, as tall as their Terminator armor, leaning backwards with her head to the side.
Even his bullets had no results.
Marku Shen struggled to get the bolter that fell on the ground. Cerion was still on the ground, but when Talos opened fire again, he also
aimed at his own Target.
Bullets rained down, and Talos hoped to see the opponent being torn apart.
But what followed was disappointment, which turned into despair.
A silver crescent arc blurred in front of the slender Banshee Phoenix Lord, and bullets exploded one after another before they could make contact with her.
The Prophet's eyes took a few precious seconds to adjust their speed until he realized that the opponent was blocking their fire with the blade of his spear.
Use your weapon to shoot down the Astartes' bolters!
It was almost a funny joke, but in front of Talos, it actually happened.
“Huh?”
However, Talos's luck did not fall to the bottom after all. She did not scatter them all. A bullet finally landed on her dark armor, but it only exploded.
Taros paused to reload, and Sirion did the same.
But for a moment, they both froze.
The tactical belt is empty, the backpack is empty, but the figure has also disappeared.
Corosa fell to the ground and broke the sudden silence. After a while, Selion turned around, unwilling to believe that she was gone.
Other sounds followed -
Makuchen's strangled breath, Korosa's grunt of pain, and the hiss of the cooling muzzle.
"I can't see her."
Sirion said on their squad voice.
“And I’m out of ammo.”
"Me too."
Talos did not check the situation of Korosa and Markushen. When he turned around with Selion back to back, Selion's eyes never looked at him
Off the wall.
“She’s still here, she must be.”
“No.”
Talos gestured with his fist, and a trail of footprints flowed out of the room and back into the tunnel.
"She's looking for an opportunity."
Sirion dropped his twin bolters nonchalantly.
"Then we should do the same."
The servitors waited for them, silent in their numb reverie.
Talos was the first to enter the room and gestured for more slaves to follow him. Their original slaves had died on the Echo of the Curse, but after killing the jailer, they had tens of thousands more slaves in the prison.
(End of this chapter)