Chapter 771 Nirvana
“Long live Horus!”
A traitor roared and leaned up, tightened his waist and abdomen, raised the chain ax in his hand high, and then dropped it with a crash.
Callistarius raised the magic sword in his hand to block. The interlocking tines of the chain ax and the holy blade of Vitalus launched a meaningless confrontation, arousing a burst of excitement. Sparks and smoke.
The traitor to the Sons of Horus was still struggling to his death. Callistarius poured more psychic energy into the blade of his weapon 'Vitalus', cutting the chain saw The ax was firmly stuck in place.
The traitor stepped back, roaring and dragging his weapon - this action was immediately caught by the think tank, who used the force to rush forward and swung his long sword.
In an instant, a big head flew up.
Callistarius released his grip on the chain axe, stepped back half a step, and watched the traitor's burning corpse fall to the ground.
Ding ding ding————
The electric bell rang loudly, and Callistarius followed his inner instinct and rushed towards the broken door he had seen earlier.
The next moment, he suddenly flashed into the command deck, and his whole body stopped due to this sudden change.
A huge pit with a depth of more than fifty meters opened on the deck, and the four walls were covered with dancing sparks and light smoke of different colors.
Callistarius shook out the phantom wings born from his back and jumped into the pit.
He galloped out from the end of the tunnel, with Vitalus in his hand ready to attack, and launched a fierce attack on the heretic evil spirits who had been waiting at the other side for a long time: Vitalus's sword was powerful enough to defeat thousands of people. Jun's fury chopped all the opponents in front of him into scrap metal and minced meat.
The crimson color symbolizing the ninth legion and the green color representing the sixteenth legion were as far as the eye could see. Fighting to the death in every inch of space, the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit seemed to tear apart the curtain of time woven by layers of reality.
The heroic warriors in red armor wielded chainsaws and explosive bombs in their hands, rolling up a bloody hurricane of slaughter among the traitors of Horus - they were the Blood Angels.
At the same time, he is also his noble heir.
Sanguinius, he heard the warriors call him this.
Who is Callistarius?
But it’s not important anymore.
"For the Emperor!"
He roared and flew across the chaotic battlefield at his feet, his noble red gold armor shining with divine light: no attack could damage it, no dirt could stain it - Despicable traitors have no escape from him.
"Callistarius!"
The familiar voice coming from behind him attracted him to turn over: it was a familiar person with familiar armor.
Dante was killing a lot of traitors among the group of traitors, squeezing his way towards Callistarius - the lenses in the eye sockets of his helmet flashed with blue arcs of electricity, and his voice was hoarse.
"Callistarius!"
Who is Callistarius?
Who is Dante?
He staggered and slowly moved towards the other side of the stage.
"I am..."
He muttered to himself as he swung his sword and struck with deadly blows.
The horrifying truth shook his heart: for a moment, he realized that he had become Sanguinius.
“Am I lost?”
“No!”
He shouted loudly, his tone full of rage, and began to brutally slaughter the traitors in front of him, using The sword blade sliced open all their burly chests, and the hot blood soaked the ancient stage at their feet.
"This is impossible!"
The think tank looked around impatiently for the figure of a certain existence. He twisted his head and looked around, roaring and cursing the reality: How could he be so meaningless in this place? Welcome your own ending in the dilapidated floating ruins! ?
Where is Horus?
Where is Horus! The fury rose rapidly, and everything in front of him disappeared. The bridge of Horus's flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, filled his field of vision.
This sun-shattering giant ship overturned a glorious dynasty, leaving behind only a fragmented and decaying empire and glorious memories of the past. The dark madness ignited the unquenchable anger deep in the soul: in the chest The full subspace spiritual power boiled ferociously, mercilessly boiling every vein in the limbs and bones.
Then, two terrifying death rays shot out from his eyes, melting through the hull of the ship with overwhelming power, igniting a raging fire in the battlefield.
The soldiers in the fierce battle exploded together with the four walls of the ship, and were melted into orange-red iron slag by the crimson hot wind that was overwhelming like a tsunami.
Burn the world and destroy everything——
This is the last choice left to him in the world!
Galaxy Universe betrayed him!
He should not have suffered such a fate!
The red blood of the scorching psychic energy in Think Tank's brain turned into critical whiteness, turning everything around him into dust.
"Callistarius!"
This familiar yet unfamiliar name brought back his subtle consciousness, and he suddenly realized that both the traitors and the Blood Angels were He collapsed in a pile of rubble with a small wisp of blue will-o'-the-wisps.
Although most of them were trying hard to clear away the ruins covering their bodies, there were still a few angels and traitors who never made a sound again: their limbs and torso were torn to pieces by huge force, and their internal organs were beaten and twisted. The curved pieces of ceramic armor were smashed and gouged out, exuding the aroma of burnt meat.
A being clothed in golden light descended from the sky, San Guileno, he knew its name.
"Don't give in! Don't get lost! You must not fall into the abyss! Think of the consequences!"
Think Tank shook his head dully, eyes filled with stars.
But the Black Fury's counterattack also intensified, and the memory of thousands of years ago once again eroded the reality in his eyes - the illusion of the spirit of revenge is the death knell that symbolizes the doom of the descendants of the Holy Blood.
Suddenly, a trace of cold logic flowed into the think tank's turbid mind, trying to break through the gloomy noise and mania from all directions.
He stretched out his hand to protect it in his palm, trying to figure out its true appearance - it was a hole, a nothingness.
Think Tank pulled his mind out of the rage and jumped into the big dark hole.
At that moment, he drifted away from the determined faces of his battle brothers. His soul finally transcended the damaged mortal body and broke into the void alone.
Just when everything was silent, an ancient and holy blood angel emerged from nothingness and approached the think tank: its immeasurable power spawned screams and wails that surrounded the ears, and an overwhelming aura. The field penetrated the think tank's naked soul, dragging the roar out of the darkness.
"Are you willing to save yourself and bring about an eternal doom for you?"
The angel spoke, with thousands of echoes.
“Or are you willing to shoulder the curse and save your blood brothers who are trapped in water and fire?”
The screams all around are still arguing, but Callistarius has already made up his mind and made the decision. Well aware - he will return again and he will continue to be loyal.
The fury that enveloped the battle group will be his soul as a prisoner, and he will never reappear in the world. He will spend the rest of his life fighting it with all his strength until the last drop of blood is shed.
He chose to embrace the darkness in his arms and leave the precious and short-lived light to his blood brothers.
Although he cannot prevent the end of the Chapter, nor can he save his fallen brothers, he can give Fury a head-on blow and slow its progress.
He is willing to give the Chapter one more cell to seal the fury, one more fortress against the infestation of madness, and one more strong shield against the march of reality - this is what Sanguinius left to his descendants. wealth.
Sacrifice never means giving up, but for real hope!
If it can buy a moment of precious time for the brothers in the chapter, what's the harm in transforming into a demon?
Gradually, the warrior once known as Callistarius was broken.
When he appeared again, he already had a brand new name——
(End of this chapter)