Chapter 1268 Stop the War
"Star Knight! Stop!"
The moment this roar sounded close to his ears, Sabourin only hesitated for a second, and then Swinging his arms down violently.
But before the halberd could be stained with blood, a shock wave hit him, throwing him completely through the broken chairs and hitting the edge of the stage.
Sablin steadied himself urgently, digging his boots deeply into the floor, then raised his head and looked around, searching for the source.
A group of gray-white armored giants broke in. At the front was a psyker, an old think tank. The gem on the tip of the staff in his hand was still emitting arcs of electricity.
"Astral Knights, what are you going to do!"
The think tank's old voice was very strange, like some kind of variant of Gothic, with a strange intonation and a very obvious cadence.
For a moment, Sabourin didn't see who these people were, until he noticed the curved shark logo on the opponent's shoulder armor.
“The man-eating shark is really unexpected.”
Sabourin muttered and clenched the halberd in his hand again, while the soldiers of the 11th Company above also pointed their weapons at the new "guests".
Bel Shire, the third company commander of the Shark Chapter, took a step forward and walked to the front left of the think tank. He first looked up at the corpse hanging on the chain, then stared at Sablin and hissed:
"Astral Knights, what are you doing, please explain."
Sabrin responded with an emotionless voice.
“This is the reward.”
"So you kill friendly forces? And humiliate them? Humiliate the honor of the Astartes?"
"They humiliated their own honor first."
Bel Shire's face under the helmet Frowning, to be honest, these Astral Knights made him feel a layer of hatred from the soul level, not only because of their weird colors, but also the tone of his words and their behavior, which gave him a familiar feeling. hatred.
Many years ago, in the deep underground mines of the Zaraq planet, a group of Midnight Lord traitors who were very similar to the people in front of him caused Bell to almost die, caused heavy losses to the Third Company, and made him even more miserable. Lost his best friend and brother.
So he wants to take action now.
But Kawaji kept reminding him in his mind to calm down. This is a dispute between two war groups, so don't get your side involved easily.
Although the Pale Wanderer is annoying, in a sense he is also the representative of the Chapter Master's will. When the other party seriously asks Bell to pay attention to something, he must also obey it.
So he could only suppress his disgust and turn his eyes to Castor.
“Malicious warrior, what happened?”
Castor, who had narrowly escaped death, still stared at Sabourin closely, and then responded loudly:
"The Astral Knights have fallen! They are traitors! They are turncoats!"
Bell really wanted to punch this idiot. What did he mean, he wanted to drag the man-eating shark into the water? Does he think that others are idiots and can't see his little thoughts?
So he ignored Castor's yelling and turned to Sabourin.
“No matter what happens between you, stop now and wait for your respective chapter leaders to deal with it.”
In fact, these words were also what the Pale Wanderer wanted him to say. Originally, he The inner thought was to take down the Astral Knights first, since they were the ones who killed him anyway.
But there was nothing he could do, the old man just kept saying in his mind, be careful, be cautious.
Seeing that the man-eating shark seemed to be staying out of the incident, Castor was silent for a moment, then suddenly pulled out his bolter and shot at Sabourin.
However, Sabourin moved before he started drawing his gun, lowered his body, rushed forward, and growled in the company communication channel:
“Don’t even shoot. !”
Hearing his words, the soldiers of the 11th Company who were about to pull the trigger stopped.
At this time, Castor pressed the trigger almost frantically, firing all the bullets at Sablin, but Sablin's movements were incredibly fast at this time, and he consciously turned sideways to block the bullets with his shoulder armor. Almost in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Castor.
"Young man, don't be impulsive!"
An old voice warned in his ear.
"Otherwise you will bring serious consequences to your Chapter."
Sabourin turned a deaf ear and slapped the tail of the chain halberd on Castor's left temple. Then, while the opponent was off balance, he turned the halberd and went straight for his throat.
The next moment, the gap between the two exploded.
Sablin was hammered high into the air, as if picked up by a tornado, and then slammed back onto the stage, fifty meters away from where he had been standing.
After a few seconds, he raised his head feebly and groped for support.
He had lost his halberd and felt blood splattered all over the armor. The helmet display cracked, showing a static zigzag pattern, and the battlefield markers tilted and jumped.
Then I saw Castor, who was also blown away and fell directly back into the team.
The supernatural explosion where the two stood before drew a line as thick as an arm, which was hundreds of meters long. Meters long, it resembles a person's swipe of charcoal on paper, scattering the surrounding chairs and reducing the wood to smoldering crumbs.
“You——”
Sablin tried to open his throat, but the wet sharp pain that followed almost made him gag.
He looked down at the waterfall of blood on his chest, and saw that the chest part of his brand-new armor had turned into a ball of scrap metal, with the exposed flesh shining between the jagged edges, and in the light of the fire. Under the illumination, it still looked pale and bloodless.
"Damn it! How dare you sneak attack!"
Li Lin, who was on the high platform, was furious when he saw Sablin being blown up like this.
“Brothers——”
“Don’t shoot.”
After trying hard for a moment, Sablin stood up with a grin on his face, blood like a stream Like flowing from every part of his armor.
But before he could stand still, a bomb had already left the muzzle of the gun and headed straight for his head.
At this moment, a crackling sound suddenly sounded in the air, causing the explosive bomb to explode instantly, and its energy was also converted into an energy arrow, which was applied back to the sneak attacker at a faster speed.
"Ah!"
Barak, who fired the gun, screamed when the psychic explosion repulsed through his body, shattering his ribs, and then fell to the ground.
But that force seemed not to let him go, and the invisible hands grasped his armor tightly as if to crush it.
The Pale Wanderer's eyes narrowed slightly under his psychic hood, and then a burst of light rose from the ancient power staff, and shadows began to move above and around the people, like living, breathing things.
A second later, the automatic machines of the power armor of everyone standing failed at the same time, and everyone was trapped in darkness. Barak was also liberated, rolling and crawling to hide behind the team.
"I have heard your name, Pale Wanderer, the exiled ancient sage."
Suddenly, a deep voice sounded in the darkness, and then in Kawaji's sight , the shadow cast by the corpse above turned into a tall silhouette, a pair of green eyes burning in the terrifying darkness, exuding terrifying power.
“I have also heard of your deeds, Grand Master of the Dark Angels Think Tank, Ezekiel.”
In the entire space, time seemed to have frozen, leaving only Khawaji and the silhouette.
(End of this chapter)