Chapter 1267 Midnight Vendetta (Part 2)
“Emperor——”
Castor looked around and saw many thumb-thick chains hanging from the ceiling of the hall. Hanging on the chains was a corpse that had been stripped of its armor. Most of the fatal injuries were on the chest and neck. Some people had their faces stripped off. There were twenty or thirty people.
At the same time, there were more than a dozen human heads placed on the lumen lamps on both sides of the central aisle of the hall, and the air was filled with the smell of excrement, blood and burnt meat.
This creepy nightmare scene makes the hall feel like a Shura field.
Soon, Castor, who was gritting his teeth, saw an acquaintance on a lumen lamp holder.
Third Company Commander Gianluca Feola——
The blood-stained face still had some expressions of his life, unwilling and angry——
At this time , a figure slowly walked out from the tattered curtain of the stage.
"Bastards!! You bastards!!!!!"
Seeing the tragic death of his brothers in the company, Adams lost control almost instantly. He screamed and rushed forward, but was hugged tightly by the person behind him.
Castor slowly moved his eyes towards the figure on the stage.
"Star! Realm! Knight! Knight!"
Sablin, standing in the center of the slaughterhouse, slowly raised his head. The scarlet eyepiece on the pale skull mask reflected Castor Your distorted face.
“What do you mean!”
"Punishment, nothing more."
"This is betrayal! This is heresy! You will be judged and excommunicated!"
Castor shouted, pointing his finger around.
"You will pay for everything you did today!"
"Quiet, as a biting dog you should not be so noisy."
Sabourin grabbed a broken arm and struck it against the stage railing like a stick.
"The repayment is not over yet, we will discuss the price after it is over."
"I will chop off your head, and then you will know what the price is."
"Then hurry up, when this is over, this place will be——"
As he spoke, Sablin raised his arm, and then suddenly opened his palm.
"BOOM! No one will know what happened, right?"
Castor was startled and looked around subconsciously. The other party obviously told him that explosives were placed here.
He wanted to lead the team away immediately, but the other party was obviously not prepared to give him this opportunity.
“Come on!”
Sablin threw away his severed arm, picked up the chain saw halberd stuck on the floor, jumped off the stage, landed hard, and suddenly He waved his arms and smashed all the chairs around him.
Then, he raised his blood-stained halberd and pointed it at everyone.
"Who is first?"
Castor stepped forward, feeling his blood sing under the stimulation of chemical stimulants - a song from ancient armor A song of pain emanating from the pulse point injection port.
He did not wield a melee weapon. Instead, he drew his plasma pistol, which drew uneasy murmurs.
The ribbed magnetic coil on the back of the weapon flashed with bright fluorescence, coating Castor's body with a ghostly blue glow.
"You bastard, I'm not in the mood to challenge you, and you don't deserve such an honor!"
Sabrin looked at the weapon that belonged to the battle group, tilted his head to the right, and said disapprovingly. An emotional laugh.
“Are you sure?”
At this time, a scream suddenly sounded.
“Above!”
Castor looked up and saw ripples in the shadows, Space Marines in gray armor with blue edges emerging from the darkness like grotesque sculptures rising from the asphalt.
His heart suddenly tightened.
This is impossible. There was nothing there when they came in. How did these people hide their whereabouts?
But whether he believed it or not, at least fifty Space Marines stood quietly on the wide platform like statues, with the bolt guns in their hands pointing downwards. Castor even looked at Here comes the heavy bolters and plasma weapons. If there is a firefight, their chances of winning are very low, and support is still on the way. "Okay."
Castor put away his plasma pistol, but before he could speak again, senior veteran Turuk had jumped out.
"Let me pick out you bastard!"
Tuluk rushed directly towards Sablin, using the weight of the chain sword in his hand to strike at the opponent.
But before it fell, the chain saw's sharp teeth tangled together, pulling out a string of sparks along the blade.
Sablin reacted quickly, moved very quickly, and resolved the impact in the blink of an eye.
The two then continued to fight, the blade spinning, making a crisp sound as it struck and was withdrawn.
Sablin took fifteen seconds to figure out the fighter's routine, then feinted to the left, using the length of his weapon to induce his opponent to move slightly to the other side, waiting for the opponent's intentional correction, and then Suddenly broke away from contact and thrust straight forward.
Amidst the harsh metal screams, the tip of the chain saw halberd shone as it penetrated the chest armor, smoothly piercing the enemy's abdomen and cutting through the tissue cleanly.
Tuluk staggered, trying to regain his footing, but Sabourin had already withdrawn his halberd, shifted position and swung it, sending his helmet tumbling bloody to the deck.
Everything happened too fast. From being evenly matched to having his head fall to the ground in just a few blinks of an eye, Castor immediately drew out his power hammer angrily.
"Die!!"
Sablin saluted in the traditional way, quickly lowered his halberd, and then returned to his alert posture.
Castor approached quickly like a bull charging, and then swung a blow, relying on the weight of the warhammer to break open the spurs of the chain halberd.
They kept moving and fighting, flakes of metal whirling and flying around them.
“You are actually more powerful than your company commander.”
During the fight, Castor was surprised to find that the opponent was unexpectedly difficult. Although he would not fail for the time being, he had to use all his strength to avoid being hit in the throat, joints and other parts.
“Not that despicable sneak attack.”
Sabrin blurted out, raising his emotions to a whole new level of cold anger.
“Do you really think you are strong enough to defeat the third company commander?”
The next moment, the sharp slash of the chain saw halberd made the handle of the war hammer tremble and made a harsh sound.
Castor staggered, almost falling, before he was forced to block the rapidly spinning saw blades at his throat.
“It was he who provoked us first!”
The malicious warrior said sternly:
“Do you Star Knights have any sense of shame at all!?”
“You don’t deserve to talk about this!”
Sabourin slashed the blade and held down the war hammer in an attempt to break through the opponent's defense.
Their helmet visors were only a hand's width apart, illuminated by the surging decomposition of the war hammer's head.
"When this is over, everything that happened before will not matter. When you create the first drop of blood, you should expect today!"
Sablin used cruelty But he said it in a sincere tone.
“Until then, stop talking about things you don’t even own.”
"Traitor! You will taste what judgment is like."
"You will taste what death is like."
At this moment, the wail of Castor's joints reached its highest level Sabourin's heavy pressure made his arms tremble.
Barak, who was behind, secretly raised his arm and pointed the bolt gun in his hand at Sablin.
But immediately, several red dots appeared on his helmet, and Li Lin above him whistled.
"Damn it, you want to die right now, don't you? I will help you right away!"
Barak's body stiffened and he slowly lowered his arm.
At this time, Castor, who had been struggling for a long time, finally showed his flaw, and was struck on the shoulder by Sablin with a halberd, knocking him off balance. Then the halberd was withdrawn, ready to take the head directly. .
But the blow never came.
"Astral Knight! Stop!"
(End of this chapter)