Chapter 976 Lost in Blood
Someone once said that falling into the arms of the gods is a curse.
The warrior is willing to admit this.
Maybe it’s a curse, but it’s also a blessing.
In his moments of silence, whenever he receives mercy, even for a moment, the warrior will believe that this is a truth that others too often forget.
He was always looking forward to something they never had, a glory they would never get.
Warhound, World Eater, Blackblood Reaper, Legion Traitor—
He himself had never realized that he had so many names, it was really ridiculous.
Everything was given by their father who was cursed ten thousand times and blessed ten thousand times. Although it is now difficult to remember what he has done, his descendants - at least retain Some sane heirs still remember.
Suddenly, a familiar sense of oppression grew behind his eyes, crawling through his skull.
If he lingers too long in contemplation, he will pay a painful price. His hunger and thirst must be satisfied or he will be punished.
The soldiers continued to advance, their armored boots reverberating on the stone ground.
The enemies fled in front of him, the ticking sound of activating the armor and the hoarse rattling of the chainsaw blade shocking their ears. The ax in his hand was an object with cruel and bloody beauty. The racks were anointed with sacred unction, often blood.
Blood——
The word was like a dose of acid splashed on his cobweb-like thoughts, and its breath was like the fishy smell flowing in the broken flesh and blood.
The warrior kept trembling, looking at the blood on the edge of the weapon, the anger in his heart suddenly soared - the blood on the ax chain serrations had dried up.
The pain erupted again, the pain behind the eyes was no different from a sharp edge, and this time it did not disappear.
The blood has dried, and the battle ax has been waiting to kill for a long time.
The next moment, the roar released the pressure, and the warrior began to run.
“Blood sacrifice to the blood god!”
The next person to die was a soldier.
When death came, he used the broken rifle to stain the soldier's eyepiece, while the wet filth in his belly poured down his legs.
The warrior smashed the disemboweled man against the wall, smashed it to pieces with another blow, and then decapitated the dying man with his short sword.
The blood stained the gauntlets red. He held the harvest and turned it over in his hands, seeing the looming skull through the pale skin.
He imagined peeling it off, slicing off the pale skin first, then carving jagged veins of flesh into the bones, the eyes being pulled out of their sockets, the brain being swabbed with acidic cleaning fluids rinse.
The warrior could clearly describe this scene because it was a ritual he had done countless times.
"Skull Sacrifice——"
The pain began to subside.
All things returned to peace, and the hunter heard the voices of his brothers.
As usual, the roar interrupted everything.
The warrior slowed down, trying to make out their words. Like him, they were hunting, something he vaguely made out in the distant hum of their voices.
His name - they called it again and again.
"Benoit!"
"Brother?"
He said to the communicator, his voice was low and moist.
"Look in front of you!"
"I..."
The warrior stopped, his loose hand lowering the skull, the ax hanging beside it.
A section of broken parapet spread out in front of him, and he saw a huge chain-wrapped door that extended to the heights, but now it was smoking and falling to the ground.
The shell collapsed a wall and threw half-melted wreckage to the ground, where flames burned among the debris.
Likewise, there are dead bodies here.
The Marauder squad marched in front of him, shooting into the smoke.
The berserker Benoit stepped forward and forced his mind into a calm mode. As usual, the behavior made him sick.
Suddenly, something hit Benoit on the shoulder, then the chest, and exploded.
He staggered, his head filled with sharp sobs and his armor clanking.
Part of the system failed, and he could only hear his own breathing in the darkness.
But he could feel the blood, thick blood, rolling down the inside of his right arm.
Soon, sounds filled his ears, and the din of battle returned.
Somewhere around him, a blood-stained warrior was howling, and then a flaming arrow flew out of the smoke, melting the man's upper body and armor together. It was a familiar Teeth burst.
Melta——
His tactical eyepiece restarted, gunfire flashed frequently in his vision, and the damage icon glowed bloody in the corner of his vision.
The battlefield gradually became clearer in his eyes. A long building stretched in front of him. Copper plating covered the walls stained by patina. Twenty marauders from the hunting group and their slave beasts Advancing towards the towering gate of the building.
It bears the emblem of a certain family and is a stronghold that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Flames spread around their silhouettes, and in the distance, bolter muzzles spit fire.
As Benoit watched, a hail of bullets struck one of the looters.
The warrior fell, his breastplate cracked and blood stirring into the air.
"Master! The enemy's firepower is too fierce! We, we-"
A slave cried imbecilely beside him.
Weakness is always weakness.
The warrior's lips and teeth peeled off, revealing a wet smile. Then the machine's sharp teeth bit into the flesh, and the last cry left the screaming mouth.
"Kill!"
Benoit howled and leaped forward.
The explosion followed him, but he did not slow down.
As he moved, he murmured a thousand prayers to God, which God had never refused in countless battles in the past.
The same is true now.
A warrior in silver-gray armor crouched behind a broken wall, still firing as the warrior charged.
The bullet split open Benoit's chest along with the spray of flesh and armor, but he did not stop at all.
While the Space Marine was still firing, Benoit jumped over the remaining wall and slashed down.
Amidst the violent impact, the Space Marines stepped aside, and the chainsaw's teeth sprayed sparks on the deck.
Blood flowed from Benoit's body. He reached out and pulled off his helmet. The face under the helmet was hideous and terrifying, and the neural implant spread on his forehead like a vine.
The silver-gray armored warrior stepped back slowly, put down his bolter, and drew a blade from his waist.
Benoit laughed loudly and raised his battle ax as a tribute to his opponent.
Then the two warriors rushed toward each other at the same time.
After the sword struck several times, Benoit slashed the battle ax into the opponent's breastplate, and then pushed forward until the sharp teeth chewed through the warrior's chest.
Just as he was about to behead him, a laser hit Benoit from the side.
Benoit staggered back, the skin on his face dripping on the ground like oil.
"The behavior of a coward."
The soldier drawled, then turned his head almost beyond recognition.
A soldier holding a pistol stood twenty meters away on his right, and his brothers - let's put it this way, they all fell to the ground.
"This is the Emperor's punishment."
Emperor——
This word caused pain to spread from Benoit's temples, and a sense of oppression penetrated deeply into the skull. center.
(End of this chapter)