Chapter 977 The End of Sin
“There is no emperor! That’s just a false emperor!”
The vision was covered with blood, and the berserker roared and raised his ax towards the silver man. The guy in gray armor and shouting damn slogans waved away.
The next second, the sharp teeth of the ax blade hit the shiny metal, making a clear sound.
"Blood, blood sacrifice blood——"
"I've had enough of your crazy words!"
A violent headbutt impacted Benoit's mind and senses. His vision blurred repeatedly, and his neck jerked back violently. The force was enough It knocked him down.
After realizing that his face had been punched three times by the opponent, the lost warrior roared.
But now his mind is too slow to think in pain.
He wanted to swing the axe, but the opponent's sword was so fast.
Amidst the flash of swords and shadows, he seemed to suddenly remember something - a name etched on the white armor.
That name looked so familiar for a moment.
Benoit, Benoit of the Dogs of War, Benoit of the World Eaters -
The ax coming towards him reminded him of another battle. , far away in that era full of blood and greatness...
He killed every alien in front of him, and then chased those guys who were smart enough to retreat, and he struck with an axe. He fired at the first one, then suddenly pounced on the second prey.
glory?
Glory is reserved for cowards who don't even dare to let their names die.
He stood on the corpses of the monsters, grinning, and stepped his combat boots into the chests of the corpses under his feet while continuing to kill in the name of the Lord of Humanity.
Marks of military exploits piled higher and higher around his feet. Every kill meant that he had to climb higher to meet new prey. Bullets kept hitting him like hammers. on his back and shoulders, which only made him angrier, nothing more, hardly a distraction.
Then
Then everything suddenly changed.
The burning sky, the cracked earth, he descended from the sky, bringing killing.
What is this world called?
He didn’t remember much, it seemed his name was Istvan——
Benoit walked along the blood trail towards a dying prey, a warrior wearing blood-stained white armor He collapsed on the ground, his back against the wall, his leg armor splattered with entrails.
This person looked so familiar, but the blood on his face was so unfamiliar.
Blood——
Blood leaves traces on everything in this world. The warrior's face only reflects the battle itself. Half of his body is missing. Only the white bones broken by tomahawks or other weapons were exposed.
He narrowed his eyes, remained silent, and used extraordinary concentration to stay alive, even now that his intestines had been ripped out of his body.
He should be dead, but he's not.
Looking at Benoit walking towards him, the warrior smiled, showing his blood-stained teeth.
"Brother."
Brother, the word made the butcher's nails ticking in the back of his head become more active.
“.All this is why.”
Why?
He walked up to this man, this former best friend and brother, and the battle ax slipped from his hand, and then he fell down next to him.
Suddenly, he covered his face with his hands and burst into tears.
"I don't know."
They grew up in a mountain village, enlisted together, reformed together, and fought together under the Emperor for the survival of humanity.
They fought bloody battles with the enemy in the underground labyrinth of Terra for several months, and finally helped each other out of that hell.
They also fought to the death with the dirty greenskins in the stars of Pegasus, and died almost simultaneously.
They also looked forward to the return of the original body.
We even decided together to drive in the Butcher’s Nail. However——
“The original Benoit does not love us at all. He has hated us from the beginning”
The warrior's eyes looked toward the sky flashing with lightning, and blood poured from his mouth.
"From now on, you can only take care of yourself"
The warrior took a long breath, accompanied by a slow, tired sigh, and then his chest stopped rising and falling.
Benoit sat slumped on the ground, staring at the sky with his eyes wide open, the corners of his eyes twitching, tears silently falling from his face.
Suddenly, the world was torn apart, leaving only a sword slashing towards him.
Without feeling any pain, his hands lost control of the weapon and the ax fell to the ground.
"Blood——"
This was the last word he said. The opponent's sharp blade had cut along his throat and neck, reaching straight to his buttocks.
In the last moment of his senses, he could even taste the blow - full of coldness and suffocation.
“The Blood God doesn’t care whose blood it is——”
With his last thoughts, Benoit, the former commando captain of the 114th World Eaters Company, fell into eternal darkness.
But the battle is not over. The dying body is the container of joy. An existence that has been wandering on the battlefield for a long time finally found a suitable body and plunged into it.
“What——”
Ustad, who killed the powerful enemy, took a step back and looked at the thing in front of him warily.
The dead Benoit stood up.
He stood up from the ground as if being pulled by a thin string. Black liquid flowed from his body like a turbid rope. A mouth on the black lump on his head opened, revealing needle-like teeth, as if he was mocking. , and something pink and covered with mucus was twitching on the wounds on his body.
Then, an eye squeezed out of the flesh and blinked at Ustad, its irises as blue as the midday sky.
"Ha!"
The creature that was once a Chaos Space Marine roared, a thousand mouths and eyes opening across its body.
Its shadow spread to the ground, swallowing up the thin sunlight.
At this time, Benoit seemed to be taller than the parapet, and Ustad even felt that the details of the material world were blurred, and everything seemed to disappear behind the curtain of a diffuse flame.
More people collapsed on the ground, whether they were defenders or attacking cultists, their bodies were all twitching at the same time.
Then the shadow met them and devoured them without a cry.
The demon looked down at Ustad, watching him with a thousand eyes.
"The Cursed Child."
Its voice was mixed with whispers and laughter.
As magical sounds washed through his body, Ustad saw his brothers: their flesh bursting from their armor, their souls being ripped into a black maw.
Then he saw a face, a face he knew, a face as cold as metal, its eyes like burning dying stars.
Soshyan Alexey, their Chapter Master.
“No! Damn it! Don’t try to trick me!”
Ustad roared and broke away from the illusion in his mind.
The demon let out a sigh of regret, and suddenly his huge body moved like lightning.
The next second, Ustad crashed through a bunker more than ten meters away. , and then fell to the floor in embarrassment.
His armor was stained with scorch marks, marks left on him by the demon's breath.
The force of this blow was so great that the feeling on his chest and shoulders almost made him think he had been hit hard by a Predator.
(End of this chapter)