Chapter 1119 Bloody Revenge (Part 1)
As the howl of the storm was locked outside, silence enveloped the abandoned church.
Beria walked to the front of the apothecary, his eyes adapted to the changes in light. A string of sharp-edged luminous objects flashed along the ceiling. The entire corridor was filled with religious buildings and cardinals. The silent yellow glow that the residence retains.
Later, the Grand Master of Deathwing smelled the smell of blood, and he touched the activation stud on the Silent Sword with his thumb.
“Get ready.”
The Terminators raised their storm bolters, letting their scopes feed targeting data into their helmet-mounted displays.
Everyone knows that it is best not to question Beria's instincts.
From the reception room, they entered the Consolation Hall, a long corridor with separate prayer rooms every few meters.
Then, the Dark Angels stopped, because dried blood and flesh covered the metal floor in front of them, paving the way like a carpet for a demon prince generated in some subspace.
The pharmacist knelt down on one knee, stretched out a probe from his medical kit, and used it to scrape away a patch of blood.
As the probe completed its analysis, a line of genetic sequences flashed across his monitor.
"Leon."
The pharmacist hit the ground with his fist, and the metal plate cracked.
"This blood belongs to the missing brother."
Beria clenched his weapon, his pulse began to quicken, and he swallowed hard.
"Emperor, please appease my anger."
While suppressing the urge to tear open the wall, Belial silently recited the battle prayer.
"The main church is at the far end."
The apothecary said as the timing display flashed a warning on his monitor.
“There is still time left——”
"Advance behind me."
Beria activated his Silent Sword, and the force field attached to the blade stirred the air impatiently, but made no sound.
This sword is one of the legendary Swords of Heaven. This weapon can only be carried by the core inner circle members of the Dark Angels.
According to records, its blade was forged from the core of a meteorite. This meteorite hit the barbaric world of Albarada and was later acquired by the Dark Angel, who forged many powerful blades.
One of the most powerful secret swords is carried by the Grand Master Azrael of the Chapter. The Silent Sword and Raven Sword carried by the Lords of Deathwing and Ravenwing use a small amount of meteorites. Forged, of which the Silent Sword is one, this weapon absorbs surrounding sounds and absorbs them into its blade.
"If anyone shows up, shoot them."
Beria uttered these words from his tightly closed lips, then relaxed his focus and bent his knees.
The Apothecary nodded and slammed a new clip into his bolter.
"For Caliban!"
Beria broke into a run, picking up his pace, the servos in the Terminator humming, his enhanced artificial muscles allowing him to move with astonishing speed Moving forward with speed, like an engine made of ceramic and fury.
A squadron of Deathwing Terminators followed closely behind him.
"Room 1, confirm! Room 2, confirm!"
The Deathwing Terminators ran and looked left and right, constantly updating Belial on the situation, and the optics of his armor and audio sensors checked and recorded the heartbeat of each prayer room.
"No. 3——"
Suddenly, lasers pierced Beria from both sides.
"Enemy attack, direction from five o'clock to nine o'clock."
Beria continued to run, ignoring the sporadic firelight coming from the room.
Most of the shots went far, before the attacker could take aim, his powerful stride carrying him through the opening of the room.
Occasionally, a few bullets grazed his armor, which was nothing more than tearing off a bit of paint from his armor, but the resentment for his brother's death made him angry. The sound amplifier of the helmet matched the acoustics of the hall. The combination amplified his rage until it filled the corridor like the roar of some hideous beast.
"Keep going." Finally, Belial fired, his storm bolter crackling in his hands, and the three traitors fell to the ground, their heads exploding from their malnourished shoulders.
"Security to the rear."
They were approaching the last set of prayer rooms, the target overlay lighting up with data, tracing the trajectory of three fist-sized objects that rolled down the hallway in front of him.
"Grenade!"
Beria shouted a warning to everyone, and as the device exploded, the apothecary dove into the nearest prayer room, avoiding them Rolling flames and a wash of shrapnel.
Belial turned a blind eye to it. Although a series of warnings lit up on the retina display, he just blinked the warnings off - his armor was intact.
In front of him, the traitors fled in panic. After all, when the bone-white giant emerged unscathed from the sea of fire, they had lost any means and will to resist.
Beria heard a low cry and a painful snap as the man's bones cracked beneath his massive body.
Grand Master Deathwing snorted, picked up the dead man by his skull.
"Grand Master Belial?"
The pharmacist's voice crackled in Beria's ears.
"I'm not hurt."
Beria's gloves were stained with blood.
“The path is clear, brother.”
“No, there’s one left, out there.”
Beria threw the traitor's head into the opposite room, and a man screamed, firing reflexively as the head fell.
The Grand Master of Deathwing walked into the room, letting his armor filter out the smell of feces.
A poor man was holding the muzzle of the laser gun in his mouth, his eyes trembling as he looked up at the Dark Angel.
"Coward! Don't even dare to face death!"
Beria's roar made the man tremble, and he reflexively pulled the trigger.
In an instant, a laser round blasted open his skull, coating the wall behind him with superheated brain matter.
The apothecary turned from the body. He pointed to the arched door of the church.
"We have to know what's behind those doors."
Beria looked at the fusion marks on the church doors, where someone had welded them together from the outside.
He took a step back, then surged forward, hitting the welding wire with his armored shoulder.
The metal is bent.
Then the Deathwing Grand Master raised his knee and kicked him up.
The door clicked inward and opened.
When he walked into the room, a row of hanging lights suddenly turned on.
"O Emperor..."
Under the light, the remains of nine dark angels adorned the church's curved walls, held in place by the blades of chainswords, hanging like nightmare versions of the faces of the saints that adorned the church. Their armor was dented and dented from multiple impacts and tears, their helmets were torn off their armor, their goggles were broken, and their faces were left with dented shells and bloody hair. .
"O Leon, redeem us."
The apothecary fell to one knee, shocked by the desecration of his brother's flesh.
"Blood for blood."
Beria whispered through gritted teeth and pulled the ritual blade from the nearest corpse.
(End of this chapter)