Chapter 1266 Midnight Vendetta (Part 2)
Gianluca gasped and wiped the blood from the eyepiece. For the first time since the attack, he had time to think about where these guys came from.
Although the edges of their silver-gray armor were inlaid with midnight blue, a color that had never appeared in his memory, the logos on their shoulder armors clearly told him that these were the stars. A member of the Knights Chapter.
The only difference is that the crossed swords are also covered with a red lightning.
"Come, let's finish the last step of this game."
The leading warrior wore a skull-faced helmet and gestured with the chain saw halberd in his hand. The unactivated serrated blade was aimed at Gianluca's throat.
"Just you and me."
Gianluca breathed heavily again, surrounded by corpses, corpses in yellow armor.
He didn't know how many people were still alive, but if he could delay a little longer, more people might be able to escape to report the news.
"Astral Knights, your actions are blatant rebellion!"
Gianluca took a step forward, gripped his weapon tightly, and began to circle his opponent.
The remaining warriors retreated to the edge of the battlefield, hiding themselves in the shadows.
"You will be punished!"
"Punishment?"
The mouth grille of the skull visor let out another vague sneer, and the words on the skull The marks - the twisting Nostrahm runes etched into the bones, looked like they were writhing and writhing in the obscurity.
"We are your punishment."
Gianluca exhaled slowly, letting the sound pass through the helmet's speaker grille.
“I don’t know what you are talking about! My brother will avenge us!”
Sabrin listened to the other party’s words, forced a smile behind the skull mask, and endured He couldn't help but activate the power of the chain saw and halberd, and Gianluca immediately started spinning the weapon in his hand.
“It doesn’t matter whether you know it or not. When the first drop of blood is spilled, revenge becomes the only thing that needs to be done.”
The next second, saw teeth roared and tore through the darkness.
The two charged almost at the same time, roaring and spinning. The rotating saw teeth swept through the air, creating sparks in the darkness.
Both warriors were very experienced and cruelly aimed their weapons at the knuckles of each other's armor.
But there is no doubt that Sablin is faster, and the advantage of long weapons is also more obvious.
After two rounds of fighting, Gianluca snorted, and his head hit the tail of the chain saw, causing him to lean back, exposing the articulated throat armor.
Although it was only a second, it was enough for Sabourin to finish him.
The whirling chain saw struck the soft fiber bundles covering Gianluca's neck, and the saw teeth bit deeply into the target - deep enough to crush the bones.
Amidst the horrific screams, the armor that was cut into pieces fell like raindrops, and blood seeped through the mechanical nerves and scattered on the cabin floor.
“Well——”
Gianluca covered his throat and fell to his knees. As the ceramite sounded on the steel, his life was also removed from his throat after being brutally torn apart. gush out.
Sabourin said nothing, raised his arm, and announced the end of the beheading with a second wave.
The chainsaw halberd left a smoking opening on the deck with a bang, and then the helmet hit the deck, and the head rolled away safely. Sabourin stepped on it with his boot, and then He picked it up and took off his helmet, revealing a face with wide eyes and remaining anger.
Then he looked around for a place to display it, and after finally placing it on the holder of a lumen lamp, Sabourin strode into the darkness.
“Brothers, the appetizers are over, ready to start the main meal.”
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Castor led the team to move quickly. They did not encounter any aliens along the way. It seemed that those things were frightened and left.
When he walked around a corner, he suddenly saw five dead soldiers lying on the ground in front of him.
"Corpse."
"Emperor, he is one of ours."
Adams hurried over, came to the first one, and then knelt down.
"Bastards! These bastards!" He said as he took off his notched helmet, and a familiar face with round eyes appeared in front of him. This was exactly one of his team members who came to cover his retreat. Being killed.
"Gol! He only served for sixty years!"
Adams turned the body over with sadness, showing the true condition of the fallen soldier's injuries.
Castor then joined him.
"He was killed with one blow."
He crouched next to the fallen soldier, trying to see more clearly.
I saw that the opponent's breastplate was cut open by a sharp blade, and the internal organs seeped out from under the damaged breastplate. The fused chest plate was removed, and the surrounding skin was peeled off with surgical precision.
Barak shook his head.
“Such a surgical-grade wound? Who has the spare time?”
Castor stuck his fingers in and groped for a moment, then shook his head.
"Fortunately, his gene seed is still there, but I don't know if it has been destroyed. We need to notify the pharmacist as soon as possible."
"The same goes for the other one."
Narek, who went to check other corpses, also told what he found.
“Same way of death, same wounds.”
"Who would do this? Alien?"
A veteran looked puzzled.
"The wounds looked like they were caused by claws, but were they too big?"
"No, these wounds were caused by powered blades. The wounds were widely spaced. It was lightning. Claw."
Castor then exchanged a look with Barak and said in unison.
"Weapons of the Space Marines."
Then Castor stood up, the sound of cracking joints breaking the silence.
“It seems that someone wants to take revenge.”
After checking the corpse, all the malicious warriors were already furious. They had realized that this was a revenge, but they all felt that those People go too far.
Is this a plan for a civil war?
Castor was also furious. He vowed to make the person who did all this pay the price, so he led the team to speed up.
As they moved, inside the civilian passenger ship, the stagnant air began to be mixed with the smell of complex compounds produced by combustion. As they walked through the corridor blocked by carbonized alien corpses, they looked at them As twisted limbs and screaming faces are baked into an angular mass, more than just a reverie arises as to who made it all happen.
No wonder there isn’t a single alien here.
At the confluence of the main passages, Castor and others subsequently discovered the bodies of more battle brothers.
Their armor looked like it had been shattered by powerful bullets, as the shattered hull caused the cold void to seep into the deck, covering all metal and dead bodies under a thin layer of frost.
The gene seeds of these fallen soldiers have not been taken away, but if they are not recovered in time, they will eventually lose their activity.
Finally, they arrived at the place where the Third Company was ambushed, a destroyed auditorium.
At this time, the door here is open, and there are several holes in the walls and ceiling. Colorless light shines through, and it is filled with flying dust.
With experience, Castor noticed that these gaps were all caused by explosions, and there were some stumps wrapped in yellow armor scattered on the ground. Apparently, this was where the Third Company was first attacked.
The slanderers walked in cautiously, weapons in hand.
The first thing that hit him was the smell, the splatter of Space Marine blood and the disemboweled entrails.
Inside, a broken stage took up most of the space in the hall. Dusty chairs were placed in rows on a slope. The stage was piled with broken armor and covered with The broken banner of the Third Company of Malevolent Warriors.
Some weapons were piled in the corner, and the remains of destroyed buildings were scattered on the floor.
If that was all, then Castor wouldn't be so furious.
In fact, this place has become a slaughterhouse that would scare normal people.