Chapter 1836 Blood and Angels (Happy New Year's Eve!!)
"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God!"
"Fuck you!"
Creed dodged this At the same time, he took the opportunity to step forward and slash the traitor's helmet with the sword in his hand, but it did not pierce the traitor's helmet. Instead, he staggered back.
Jalan Kyle turned around and shot the thing in the back, but the other person was unmoved at all and seemed to be targeting Creed.
Perhaps the eagle emblem on his coat is too conspicuous.
At this time, two more Khorne Berserkers broke through the line of fire, and the soldiers had to deal with it. A brief gap suddenly appeared next to Creed, forcing him to retreat while fending off the terror. A brutal Space Marine attack.
Suddenly, he stepped on something, slipped and fell to the ground.
The Khorne Berserker picked up the ax and struck at Creed. He rolled to avoid the blow. The empty ax hit the marble slab, and the broken stone fragments flew everywhere. .
Creed saw the right moment and swung his sword, trying to cut off the traitor's left ankle, but it didn't work. His sword only cut halfway.
The Khorne Berserker roared in pain, causing an indescribable noise to reverberate in the air.
The noise was so real, so penetrating, Creed penetrated Kalmis's mind, and he knelt down in pain, as if something was stabbing his brain, as if to It exploded.
The Khorne Berserker raised his ax again, and Jaran Kyle flew towards him, but was slapped away by the opponent.
"Traitor!"
A cold voice accompanied by a scream came from the sky, and then a yellow thigh knee slammed into the face of the Khorne Berserker, This blow directly caused the Khorne believer to fall heavily to the ground, and his entire face was sunken.
As soon as Malakin, who was wearing a huge jump bag, landed, he stepped on the traitor's chest and said:
"May you be redeemed in hell for everything you have done."
As he spoke, he passed the bloody knife straight through the traitor's throat, and then made this miserable man sacrifice his ugly skull to his god.
After narrowly escaping from death, Creed sat on the ground and gasped. He turned his head and saw many warriors in yellow armor descending from the sky using jump bags to knock down those crazy Khorne believers. With their support, The Cadian soldiers were finally able to break free from the frantic melee combat and engage the traitors with pincer fire.
Creed said he recognized the markings on these warriors, and they clearly bore traces of the great Blood Angels, but what was unfamiliar was their yellow armor.
As for the person who saved him, when the other person bent down and stretched out his hand to him, Creed noticed that he was not wearing a helmet, and his face was as holy and beautiful as a marble sculpture, with some battle marks on his cheeks. The scars and blond hair look like some epic hero in a church fresco.
"I am very grateful, sir."
The other party nodded with a smile, looking very gentle, then turned around and strode towards the battlefield.
At that moment, Creed truly realized what contrast is.
The warrior who was as gentle as the spring breeze one second turned into the most violent avenger the next.
He was like a calm volcano suddenly erupting, rushing into the battlefield at the speed of a violent wind.
The traitors wielded chain axes and attacked him from the side at the same time.
The bright yellow warrior did not give in at all, the ax and the knife collided, and then he thrust the long knife forward, directly to the traitor's throat, quickly cut open the traitor's power armor, and then pushed forward with all his strength, directly Let the traitor's head roll to the ground.
The leader of the berserker warriors of Khorne planned to attack from behind, but the warrior quickly adjusted his posture so that the traitor could not take advantage of it. His eyes were now blackened with deep anger, and he quickly launched a series of attacks on the traitor. The attack, the attack driven by rage, was so fast that Creed's eyes could no longer catch it.
The confrontation between the two sides for several seconds caused a large amount of sparks to fall from their feet. Finally, the long knife slashed through the traitor's breastplate. The blade chopped into pieces the traitor's bones and muscles, then his arms, and finally his throat.
The howl that had been ringing through the air turned into a strangled whine and he coughed up blood, which then turned into a stream.
"Blood"
He shook his chin and spoke vague words, but when he was about to die, the red mist shrouding his mind began to dissipate, and the ticking plant It seemed that the intruder had given up on scratching him.
He was suddenly confused.
He doesn’t understand this world, he doesn’t know this battle, but why are there so many bloody battles happening around him? It seems that all the years in his life are like the memories he left on countless burning stars in the world. The red stains underneath have no meaning.
He wondered how he got here and what happened to the other members of the squad.
He remembered his name, Solidus, sergeant of the 27th Assault Company of the World Eaters -
But now
all his oaths.
All in his life.
Everything is like a fragile white paper, torn and ravaged at will by the gods, and thrown into the ruthless vastness of the galaxy.
Suddenly, at the final moment of death, the Butcher's Nail whipped his brain like self-destruction and vibrated at the base of his skull, and all doubts returned.
Who is he?
Where is his brother?
These questions were gnawing at him, but in the end they only turned into a vague Gothic sentence.
".The blood god doesn't care whose blood it is"
Malakin sighed and chopped off his head with a knife.
“Ouch.”
Jalan Kyle limped to Creed’s side, and then looked at the yellow giants. "I thought it was the Imperial Fists, but it turned out to be the Lamenter."
Creed turned his head.
“You still know this?”
Jalan Kyle took out a crumpled combat manual from behind his butt.
"I knew you hadn't read it. Didn't the Ministry of Military Affairs distribute this when I came to the Maelstrom? It contains the logo identification of each Space Marine Chapter participating in the war."
Creed opened At first glance, it turned out that the sign was indeed the Weeper, so he stuffed the book back into Jalan Kyle's arms.
"I have a lot of things to do, and I will forget to read it for a while."
Creed looked at the battlefield. The support from the Weeper was very fast and powerful. The army had already crossed the reserve defense line, and the heretics could no longer stop it.
His lungs were filled with the smell of burning. The war machines completely destroyed large areas of the hive. Perhaps now those who betrayed the Emperor and the Empire, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, will think about what they are seeing. The question is, have a good understanding of what 'cost' is.
Not just here, thousands of people died in every residential area in Sartosha. Thousands of people were covered in hot ruins, burned to ashes by burning promethium, and bombed by artillery shells. Exploded into pieces of minced meat, rivers of blood flowed on the streets.
Those who were lucky enough to survive and chose to surrender were rounded up, shot with machine guns and burned.
New instructions have been sent from the command center in orbit. There is no need for prisoners anymore. In the future, the world will be re-colonized and everything will start again. All they have to do is to let every weed and every stone pass through the fire. They were all chopped into pieces by sharp blades, and every traitor deserved to die.
Creed switched to a Chimera and directed the troops to advance quickly. Blood flowed from the destroyed buildings. The Weepers had separated from the Cadian soldiers and fought alone.
Angels are ruthless, they are the embodiment of death. To them, those who live in simple houses have chosen to betray the Emperor. This is the judgment that traitors deserve - there is no right Wrong, no hardship, no mercy.
However, even so, the Cadian people still were not the first to rush to the wall of the middle nest as the generals expected, because this honor was snatched away by another army, which was called——< br>
Catachan Second Regiment!
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“…Tomorrow is the Emperor’s Ascension Day. It’s time to take a break once in a while.”
While Soshiyang was dealing with various aspects in his personal office, When the news arrived, a gentle voice suddenly sounded, almost making him mistake it for Veronica.
However, what I saw when I raised my head was Velez walking through the open door.
“Uh, it’s Velez...”
Soshyan forced a smile on his face. The other party's clothes were a bit "weird" today.
Although she is still dressed like a nun, her appearance is more "thin". She wears a black veil on her head, her golden hair is tied together, her delicate face should be wearing light makeup, and her elegant neck is It was just a tall, rounded piece, tightly wrapped by a piece of white clothing. Perhaps it was too tightly wrapped. Soshyan keenly discovered that there seemed to be nothing in it, and it was rippling slightly as she moved around...
Further down, as if a mountain falls into a trough, the black nun's uniform follows the flat belly, and then expands to the left and right, highlighting the graceful curves unique to human women. The long hem continues to be white as Velez moves around The round legs wrapped in silk garters were rubbed, and a little bit of white and greasy skin was exposed from time to time. Soshiyang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes...
The splay was a bit too high, almost reaching the crotch. Fortunately, Velez's walking gait is very elegant and does not look very charming. Instead, he has a unique dignified charm.
And for some reason, Soshiyang always feels a little familiar, as if...
Then he remembered.
Veronica seems to have worn similar things, but the effect of the two is completely different...
Velets is holding some food in her hands, and she is also taking the place of Veronica during this time. The card is responsible for these tasks.
“You are almost busy on the battlefield and the command center during these hours, and it is not less than these few hours.”
When the other party came to his side, Soshyan smelled a mixture It has a unique aroma of incense and a hint of orchid.
"Thank you."
Soshyan nodded slightly. The other person was now beside him. When Velez bent down and put the plate on the table, the curves of his body tightly wrapped in the nun's uniform were even more outlined. It is clear as day, especially the plump fruit that has been given the sacred responsibility of raising human offspring, which is far beyond Soshyan's previous expectations. He had never seen Velez like this before...
Soshyan Yang suddenly shivered, no, no, how could he be controlled by vulgar desires like ordinary men.
And Veronica sent a message that she will be back soon.
Velez glanced at him, and a few strands of hair slipped across her forehead. She reached out her hand and gently brushed it behind her ears. This simple movement exuded all kinds of charm.
Then he bent down and breathed softly into Soshyang's ear, and said softly:
"Happy holidays, Soshyang..."
An hour after Velez left, in Soshyang In the bedroom, an emergency push-up training is entering the final stage.
"She... um... is... here... ah..."
"...you...see you are so...excited...she must be...dressed...very coquettishly..."
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"Remember...you...promise...ah..."
Soshiyang, whose muscles all looked like a layer of oil under the dim light, suddenly straightened up and stood up, and the push-up training suddenly turned into arm strength training< br>
This sudden movement interrupted the words of Veronica who was dripping with sweat. After involuntarily making a high-pitched trembling sound, she raised her head while hanging in the air, and then reached out to wrap her arms around her lover behind her. His neck and red lips were like fire, and Suo Shiyang lowered his head to greet her...
Tonight is New Year's Eve! Lao Mo hereby wishes all readers good luck and good health in the new year! (Please bear with me about the chapter about risking death)
(End of this chapter)