Chapter 1117 Attack of the Dark Angel
Under the starless sky, it was pitch black, the combined force of various subspace substances reduced visibility, the howling wind threw gravel and soil into the storm, and heavy rain poured down.
Neither of these facts mattered to Azrael; the visual sensors on his helmet filtered and illuminated the darkness, allowing him to see as clearly as day.
A large amount of tactical and situational data rolled over his right eye, absorbed by his enhanced memory.
His left shoulder was slightly damaged in the course of the previous battle, but the servo system was working within normal limits, and the command team had formed a defense line around the damaged Rand, with their identity tags and vital signs Hover over the periphery of Azrael's Retina display.
"Stay alert! The enemy may still be nearby."
Deathwing Grand Master Belial's voice crackled over the voice link.
Azrael scanned his target, with walls of hive ruins rising from all sides. He glanced at them as a new set of data floated across his helmet-mounted display.
The main materials of this fortification are metal and rock, which can withstand comprehensive bombardment.
"Keep your formation tight, the storm is limiting communications."
There was clear annoyance in Azrael's tone.
"Lord of the Stone, can your instruments still guide our attack?"
"Undecided, I need time to evaluate."
The answer of the Lord of the Armory croaked in Azrael's ear.
“We continue to attack.”
Azriel dropped the hissing communicator.
"Use melta bombs and cutting equipment."
The heavy fortifications were torn apart with the hiss of high-pressure gas. After the Dark Angels poured into the fortifications, part of them moved to the right. , part of which patrols to the left.
Azrael couldn't help but frown as his helmet struggled to filter out the putrid air.
There are traces of battle everywhere. Broken illuminators flickered across the ceiling, casting jagged patches of light around the entrance room, the walls pockmarked with fist-sized holes. Sparks poured from hanging bundles of exposed cables, the metal of the floor was scorched, blood and guts littered everything.
"There is no body."
Asmodai spoke Azrael's thoughts.
"The dead are not our concern, keep your eyes open to see the living."
Azrael pointed his pistol at the adjacent corridor, and then walked behind a simple barracks.
This place was apparently once a garrison for Chaos rebels, who sheltered from orbital bombardment under thick rubble, but now it is deserted.
According to the scan results, the passage stretched for half a kilometer, and then a set of stairs led them to the central area of the Attica Hive, where the governor's residence once stood.
“This is the ideal place for an ambush.”
The Reverend Sappho stared at the dark passage warily.
"Orias, leave a company here to take up the position and assume the watch duty."
"As you wish."
Third Captain Orias struggled to hide his dissatisfaction, although he knew that the Supreme Master was right - they would be forced to advance side by side along the corridor, and there would be no room for more warriors.
Then Azrael entered the darkness.
As the Grand Master walked down the corridor, he could hear Belial's footsteps behind him, the hissing of cables in their death throes, and the shifting of metal——
Azrael turned sharply to his left as a grenade struck the ground, and his visual sensors dimmed momentarily, shielding his eyes from the blinding flash that filled the room.
With a bang, half a dozen ceiling grates fell to the ground, and a group of figures in soaked uniforms descended and opened fire.
"Enemy attack!" Azrael yelled into the communicator, even as a bolt of laser fire flew from his armor.
“Quantity?”
Beria turned his head, and sporadic weapon fire illuminated the corridor behind him.
"There is also one ahead."
Azriel raised his relic bolt pistol, advancing and firing as lasers erupted from farther down the corridor.
In the firelight, Azrael saw the attackers carrying the Imperial Eagle on their filthy chests.
"Traitor!"
He roared, gritting his teeth as the laser blast struck his helmet.
During the charge, the Supreme Master held the secret sword tightly and twisted the handle to activate the energy core.
The weapon's energy field roared, a sign of the rage coursing through its owner's veins.
The Grand Master rushes towards the traitor, ignoring the lasers that pierce the armor.
The traitors tried to hold their ground, but Azrael swung his sword upwards like a tiger among sheep, slicing the man in front of him in half from groin to shoulder, killing the first of them. Tear apart.
As the two halves of the man's torso hit the ground, Azriel had split the other in half from hipbone to ribcage, the third dying as he completed the move, the Grand Master slicing his sword directly through The man's head and his heart dragged out of his ribs.
Even between battles, he did not forget to observe.
Azrael counted fifteen muzzle flashes. The traitors only used this number of people to ambush them?
The cowards hid behind some overturned supply crates and metal plates they had dragged up from the floor, Azrael used his bolter to sew a line across the barricade, as the exploding bullets struck the metal and His enhanced hearing registered the ever-changing sounds as flesh exploded.
Only twelve muzzles flashed.
To his left, Belial's storm bolter fired with a deafening roar, sending a line of fire down the corridor.
When the bullets hit their target, the barricade exploded in a blue flash, some people screamed as the superheated shrapnel pierced the traitor's body, and some were more lucky and returned to death immediately.
Azrael knew that beneath Belial's helm, the Grand Master of the Deathwing must be smiling - his hatred for traitors unparalleled.
A ragged traitor stumbled over the corpse of his comrade. As he struggled on all fours, desperately searching for a weapon, Azrael shot him in the head.
"What happens to the traitors!"
Faced with an enemy whose armor was stained with the guts and blood of their comrades, the traitors retreated.
Only one man was still holding his position, staring at Azrael with wide eyes, and took out a box of grenades from his backpack.
But he underestimated the Space Marine's reaction speed, and Azrael rushed up and chopped off his head in an instant.
Hand grenades dropped from the fingers of the headless corpse.
Ahead of him, the remaining traitors gathered behind a pillar, and he could see the fear on their haggard faces as the Grand Master emerged from the shadows, unharmed.
They actually thought the pillars could protect them from the Emperor's wrath?
This is an insult.
Azrael growled, the metallic resonance of the helmet's audio amplifier giving the sound a bestial quality.
One of the traitors peed his pants.
Then, the Supreme Master rushed towards them. Take off in the last few meters and drive your sword through the pillar when you land.
The blade sliced open the traitor's body, spurting out blood and shattered organs while chewing the metal of the pillar and piercing the bodies of the two traitors closest to it.
(End of this chapter)