Chapter 1124 Enemies meet on a narrow road
The enemy temporarily retreated, taking away the angry Hell Beast.
Azriel felt his twin's heart race, angry runes flashing across his monitors as his helmet's optics tried to focus but failed.
The lens was cracked, and Azriel locked the helmet on his thigh with a magnetic force, feeling somewhat distressed, and stopped when his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
There was a thick silence in the air, which formed an almost painful contrast with the harsh battle noise before the explosion. He listened for traces of the enemy, but apart from his own shallow breathing, there was nothing Can't hear it either.
The explosion flattened the corridor, choking it with collapsed rock, concrete and the dead.
"The Mist rots you!"
He heard Asmodai curse in anger and kick the fallen Chaos Space Marine in the chest, emblazoned on the fallen warrior's chest The ceramic skull on the armor cracked under the blow.
Suddenly, Azrael heard footsteps.
“They’re here again!”
But this time, the enemy did not attack from the front, but appeared from above them!
Several huge holes appeared in the dome, and a large amount of red poured down from above and fell into the Dark Angel's position, immediately shortening the distance between the two sides.
What appeared this time were not just ordinary Chaos Space Marines, but also the elite of the Crimson Slaughterers - the Marauders of Draznit!
As soon as the terrifying warriors wearing Terminators joined the battle, they caused huge trouble for the Dark Angels, especially since the current Deathwing Master Belial took away most of the Deathwing Terminators.
To make matters worse, a large number of heretics from the Black Legion have also appeared, far more than they have ever seen before!
"Heretic!"
Azrael shattered the nearest enemy with a barrage of bolts, then sneaked into cover and threw himself on a metal container as a barrage of bolts rushed towards him.
"Azrael!"
Suddenly, a voice sounded in a chaotic roar, its syllables tortured by a voice unaccustomed to speaking.
“I will taste your heart and taste your hypocritical blood!”
"You're just not qualified enough!"
Azrael stood up and faced his opponent.
The Chaos Space Marine in front of me is a giant, even taller than Belial. The scarlet Terminator armor is full of cracks, the horned helmet is full of fangs, and there is a single eye on his forehead. Showing an unbearably twisted body.
Blood stained his armor, outlining the brass symbols of destruction that adorned it, skulls rattling on rusty chains as the Chaos Space Marine stood.
He is a walking statue of death, a vicious chainsaw barking in his hands.
"Tell me!"
Azrael growled:
"Which despicable wild dog of Kranon will my blade taste the blood of?"
" Azrael! The gods have predicted that you will die tragically at the hands of Dragon Draznit!"
This Dragon Draznit is Draznit! The leader of the special Raiders, the former First Captain of the Red Saber Chapter, known as the smartest man in the Chapter. Due to his supernatural insight, when the Chapter was corrupted, his mind was distorted and he grew a third child. Only one eye.
The traitor then roared and charged towards the Grand Master of the Dark Angels.
Azrael strode fearlessly towards his enemy, all thoughts disappearing as his anger ignited.
He wants to avenge the world of Stern! To avenge the fifth company commander Zadakir! Traitors must pay the price with blood!
"Skull Seat!"
Dragon's roar passed through the skull-shaped voice grille on the helmet, and rushed towards Azrael along with the chain axe.
Azriel dodged his opponent's chainsaw, spinning and slamming his fist into the side of the Chaos Space Marine's head, followed by his elbow, driving it hard over the opponent's left eye.
Dragon roared angrily, the broken armor had penetrated deeply into his eyes, and he threw an uppercut with his other hand.
Azrael felt his jaw broken as the punch struck his helmetless face, but the Grand Master managed to grab the Chaos Space Marine's weapon arm and headbutt him Looking into the opponent's other eye, he jams the opponent's ax with the hilt and spits out a bloody glob of slime and teeth.
Dragon's head jerked back at the blow, knocking him off balance.
"Die!" Azrael roared, and smashed his fist into the head of the Chaos Space Marine.
He subconsciously swung the chain saw, but was knocked away by the Sword of Secrets. In the chaos, Azrael suddenly pulled out another spare pistol and fired at the opponent when Dragon was defenseless. Several shots.
The chainsaw tomahawk clattered to the ground.
“Die!”
Dragon’s body went limp after being shot at close range, but Azrael pulled him up and continued to beat the opponent’s head with the handle of the gun.
"Death! Die! Die!"
Just when Dragon's helmet was hit beyond recognition, a roar aroused Azrael's alert, causing him to decisively throw away the enemy and retreat.
Almost at the same time, a larger chain ax passed in front of him.
"Hey, you dodged pretty quickly."
Hearing this voice, Azriel suddenly became furious and roared.
"Kranon! You damn bastard!!!!!!!!!!"
The Supreme Master brandished the secret sword and slashed at the enemy with a mocking smile in front of him.
Kranon the Merciless, using his massive decapitating ax to reach the Grand Master of the Dark Angels, continues to attack.
"I am anger! I am death!"
Azriel felt as if his limbs were on fire, he didn't care about the lasers licking his armor and the fire on him The solid bullets raised dirt on their path, and all they could see was the abominable enemy.
"My wrath has no mercy."
Ten more steps, and the opponent will be within the range of his sword.
As he tears apart Kranon's blasphemous shell, his gauntlets will tear into the bastard's guts and extract the corrupted heart.
"My blade knows not—"
Suddenly, something invisible struck Azrael in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
He landed hard, a crack appearing in his breastplate, then groaned and raised his head, blinking hard to clear his vision.
Painkillers flooded his body but did nothing to calm the searing pain in his skull.
The enemy stopped shooting at this time.
Azrael grunted with effort, stood up, and stumbled forward, but the ground suddenly rose to meet him.
The Grand Master's mouth filled with blood as his head hit the ground.
Growling in frustration, he threw himself on all fours, crawling to fight if necessary.
Only the death of the other party can calm his anger.
Ahead, Kranon remained motionless, laughing at him.
“You——”
Azrael turned his gaze to the traitor, and a flash of red and black armor in the lavender robe caught his eye.
He looked again, but in the same instant he was yanked from the ground, thrown into the air, and hit back with enough force to break bones.
(End of this chapter)