Chapter 1876 The Night Stalker
“Don’t panic! Fire! Aim for the sky!”
Gonzalo saw a Night Lord gliding low among the crowd, his clawed feet passing by The heads and helmets were carved into roaring skull faces, eyes gleaming with cold fire.
The harsh roar turned to a whisper as he swept through the crowd.
"Scream...we are here for you..."
The Death Watch responded immediately.
"For the Emperor!"
The bolters in their hands fired furiously, and the Midnight Raptors rose quickly, circling and dodging, taunting and torturing, but killing only those The one who ran away.
"Get down, you damn coward bastard!"
Dontaye cursed as he fired his bolter at the shadows that were passing quickly in the sky, waving the war weapon in his hand. ax.
Suddenly, all the searchlights in the square burst out, and then a thick shadow enveloped the area, and the visibility instantly dropped to less than five meters.
"Huh!?"
Before Duntaye heard the roar of the propeller, his instinct gave him enough warning, and he immediately roared and hid to the side, followed by a clawed The foot just hit his shoulder armor.
The enemy swooped down with huge force and knocked down the wolf. He crashed into the steps of the Governor's Palace. The three panicked militiamen were immediately crushed into flesh by the heavy Space Marines, and even the concrete floor cracked. .
But Dontaye no longer cared about the broken flesh and bones beneath him and on his body. He instinctively rolled to the side and tore his claws towards his previous position, splitting the floor.
The Space Wolf stood up at lightning speed, swinging his ax at his opponent, but he ducked, and then the bolter in the claw holster suddenly fired, tearing into his chest.
Dontaye turned sideways and blocked the attack with his shoulder armor. The armor stood up, but disrupted his attack. The raptor immediately lit up his backpack and rushed towards him, knocking off his explosive weapon. shotgun, grabbed it and dropped it, and planted one foot on his chest and one foot on his ax hand, pinning him to the ground.
"Your Carrion Emperor is a lie..."
A hoarse voice of hatred floated out from the beast's head and cracked jaw, and saliva even dripped down to the Death Watch's On the armor.
“Ignorant people always turn a blind eye to the truth!”
"Death to the heretics!"
Before the claws could be chopped off, the wild wolf roared and raised its free arm upwards.
A grenade with the fuse flying up to an altitude of twenty meters, then exploded as soon as the raptor reacted. The explosive force and shock wave pushed both of them away instantly.
Duntaye gritted his teeth, his body sliding along the rocky concrete with a burst of sparks, and the abused power armor made a sharp friction sound.
As he climbed to his feet with the ax in hand, each breath ripped through his chest like a shower of broken glass, but he still jumped up with his arms raised and roaring.
The raptor was lighting up his backpack and trying to take off, but the tomahawk struck him firmly on the back and dragged him back to the ground.
The two began to roll and grapple. The wolf smashed the opponent's chin with a headbutt, and the opponent's claws also tore a deep scratch on his left face.
But in the end, the wolf's tomahawk tore open the opponent's throat, and blood sprayed more than ten meters into the air. The raptor's body only trembled for a few seconds and stopped making any movement.
When he stood up, he was almost as tattered and bloody as the thing he had killed.
“Brothers, I——”
When the wild wolf just tried to find his comrades, the shadow suddenly disappeared, as if the whole world turned white.
The next second, the ground under his feet was torn into pieces like paper and crumpled into a ball in the sharp steel hands, followed by a wave of extreme pain.
Pain filled the entire universe, and countless banshee-like screams overwhelmed his senses. The subspace was like a descending blade, slowly entering the physical universe, and all the light that once existed was sucked dry. , all reality is swallowed up and burned. "What——"
Duntaye fell to his knees, and when he raised his head with difficulty,
A behemoth stood on the broken roof of the Governor's Palace, its wings of tattered leather folded together, its body switching between solidity and nothingness, its eyes as if on fire, releasing smoke and ash.
Suddenly, the shadow changed and became twisted and tightened steel flesh, filled with evil runes. In every dimension, it seemed to have different faces, and then those faces disappeared in an instant. , turned into smoke, as if the entity was uncomfortable—when it opened its mouth, its throat burned with immaterial energy that emitted not light but shadow.
It is surrounded by smoke, like the steam of a forge, and spikes of shadow protrude from its spine. When it breathes, the light and shadow sway, seeming to announce that the eternal night has passed. rise, and the light never comes.
That's not true.
It is also beyond reality.
But here it is, Vasco Gor, Lord of the Shadowwraiths, nicknamed Shadowclaw, a daemon prince.
Then Dontaye saw his comrades of the Death Watch staggering in the smoke and shadows, each of them wounded, Gonzaro's helmet also fell off, and there were more than a dozen with dark faces. The wounds were bleeding, and there were six raptor corpses lying on the ground, as well as three death watch corpses. Duntaye remembered their names.
Bradford, from the Howling Griffin Chapter.
Armaniaz, from the Eagle Warriors Chapter.
Pascal, from the Emperor's Spear Chapter.
Dontaye does not like them all, but comrades are comrades after all, and their relationship transcends blood. They live together and will die together.
"See you again in the winter"
Struggling to stand up, the bloody wolf looked up and stared at the terrifying incarnation that had stained reality with its existence. The raptors were also there, but Now they remained still and silent, as if transformed into dark statues.
Suddenly, the Demon Prince tugged on the chain on his hand, and his once human eyes stared at the Death Watch below with endless ridicule.
As the chains were thrown out, several broken corpses were hung on the roof of the Governor's Mansion. They were members of the killing squad that had been lurking in the city.
"You have become weaker than I remembered..."
When it spoke, it had a certain malice, and the voice was a mixture of screams and echoes of tortured souls, distorted and terrifying. , taking shape in all human brains.
As it spoke, it raised its hand and pointed at a crack on the left chest.
"At least when I kill the guy named Modas, he can still leave this for me,"
It moved its steps, which could hardly be called feet. At the tips of the long limbs, the black claws sparkled, sparks bursting out from the friction with the roof - claws that were not forged from flesh or metal, but from the original matter of darkness itself.
"Look at that, what a wonderful hunting ground."
As it points its finger to the sky, demonic birds of prey fly like vultures, chainswords roar, guns gleam in the darkness, They cheered, cackled, and screamed, their twisted armor glowing with evil like embers in a coal furnace.
All the birds of prey gather above the city like scavengers, ready to feast.
As they swooped down in unison, the sky was filled with their howls and hissing sounds of whatever unnatural force was supporting them.
The Daemon Prince growled in pleasure, rejoicing in the carnage that had taken place, and the wails rose like smoke - the screams of the fearful, the groans of the tortured, the cries of the dying, these voices were shadowed Magnified, impacting the nerves of all Death Watch.
"Have you tasted it?"
It lowered its head and whispered:
"Have you tasted the horror of this world? It...well...it's intoxicating."
(End of this chapter)