Chapter 1914 The Second Naval Battle of Angstrom (10)
“This trace of blasphemy——”
The ascetic wearing bone white and jet black power armor The hidden elder pushed the corpse at his feet with his armored boots. His face was hidden under a helmet carved into a skull shape, but his voice already showed his attitude.
The twisted corpses of the Skitarii on the ground are nothing more than victims of the torturous desires of Slaanesh worshipers.
Mazar studied the body of the Skitarii. The bones and ribs of this modified soldier's face were strangely swollen, as if something was stretching them open from the inside. His right hand was also embedded in the body. In his carapace, carapace-like spikes covered the skin like curved fingernails.
He is not wearing a helmet, his face is covered with pale old scars, and his exquisite Terminator power armor is carved into the shape of bones. The silver armor matches his terrifying dreadlocks and forked beard. This whole image is death. incarnation.
Warriors wearing dark Terminator power armor stood on both sides of Magyar, their faces hidden behind death masks carved into howling skulls with their faces peeled off. After joining the Suffering Alliance, they were cast through With world acquisition and combat capture, the number of Ascetic Terminators skyrocketed, with almost an entire company becoming a Terminator Company.
“Consider death a mercy,”
The Lord of Ascetics stood up, the huge and heavy Terminator power armor not hindering his predator-like elegance, experience Rich, he identified the guy responsible for these grotesque injuries.
In order to defend a vast area, the entire battle group had to be divided into several parts and stationed in different areas. Magyar led a company as a reserve team to quickly support emergencies in the defense area through various transmission platforms in the star fort. location.
This place was supposed to be guarded by more than 20,000 skitarii and armed servitors, but there was no news after the military priest sent a request for help ten minutes ago. Mazar immediately led his company to check.
In fact, he had expected that the defenders here might be finished, so he had mobilized a new batch of troops in advance, but before that, he had to lead the company to stabilize the defense.
The focus is on the No. 28 Energy Transmission Center, which is related to the energy regulation of the entire A-area defense quarter automatic weapons.
While going deep into the entrance of the transmission center, they have already encountered some crazy cultists. These people who were injected with large amounts of addictive drugs rushed towards the Terminator like moths mindlessly rushing to the flames. Even if they were killed in an orderly manner, they still tried to use their crude and crude weapons to cut through and break through the hard armor.
During the battle, Mazhar had noticed the pink and purple smell spreading from various vents, and could also hear the terrible and painful wails and the screams and moans of pleasure coming from the distance. Cantata.
Mortals who inhale these gases may immediately turn into tearful and laughing lunatics.
"A trick of the fallen."
Zdeno, the Ascetic Librarian, whispered, hiding a disgusted sneer beneath his helmet.
“Come on.”
Mazar strode forward.
"Let's see what tricks these heretic bastards are playing."
A company of ascetics climbed up a huge curved staircase. The bodies of many skitarii and cultists fell on the steps, and There were damaged battle robots, and traces of burns and explosions could be seen everywhere on the guardrails and steps. It was clear that a fierce battle had taken place here.
Soon, they stepped onto another shorter staircase. This time the stairs led them to a spacious circular hall. Some surviving skitarii and combat robots were still standing at the entrance of the hall. They looked at No hostility was shown and no words were said upon reaching the ascetic.
Magyar did not see the priest who accompanied the army. He guessed that the priest might have died in the battle. Only these guards were left carrying out the final instructions - defense and waiting for reinforcements. The hall is surrounded by rows of arrays of meditators, and above it are many cables as thick as one person, tangled together, and in the middle is a huge imager, which is crossing a large amount of data and exuding a miserable green light.
Standing here, he could hear the rumbling sound of artillery roaring tirelessly in the distance. Magyar could not tell whether the artillery fire came from the defenders or the invaders.
It doesn't matter, they want to defend this place now.
The rumble sounded again, this time much closer, and there was the sound of heavy boots on the rocky floor.
"Hidden."
Mazhar ordered, pointing to the nearby array of meditators. They are ten meters high, and even the huge Terminator armor can be easily hidden.
After a while, the huge figure walked under the light at the other end of the corridor.
Their shiny dark purple armor was covered with unspeakable filth, and their helmets came in various styles, but without exception they all bore the symbol of the Prince of Darkness, and there were also physical mutants among them. For example, one of them had a long Against the twitching insect's forelimbs, the jaws of another's helmet were pushed open by a mass of tentacles.
Hundreds of Chaos Space Marines swaggered into the transmission center, singing hymns of Slaanesh with thin and smooth voices. After seeing the symbol of a lightning bolt and a crossed dagger on their shoulder armor, Magyar The identity of this Slaanesh warband was recognized -
The Blasphemers.
The existence of these fallen warriors is an affront to the Emperor, and all ascetics have suppressed the rage to tear the bodies of these beasts apart.
Soon, the leader of the blasphemers, the 'Sword of Furious Desire' Eyegbeni Daly walked in with elegant steps. He held the sword in one hand and dragged a body that had been stripped of all Metal and skin, only a little bit of flesh and blood remained, but the body of the military priest was not completely dead.
After entering the control center, Eyegbeni Daly glanced around, and then a frivolous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His white face with a lot of makeup was like a stage actor, and then he He threw the priest's remains on the ground, flicked his hair, and said with a smile:
"Stop hiding, come out, let's have fun."
"Do it!"
Realizing that there was no point in hiding, Lord Magyar whispered, and then the Terminators stepped out of the shadows together, firing as they advanced.
Chapter Bearer Althanath holds the banner of the Chapter, and for the past two centuries he has carried it with him on every expedition of the First Company of the Ascetics, the skulls of every xenos race, and the skulls from the Emperor's Clan. He tied the skulls of traitors captured in the enemy's evil fortress with thick black iron chains and hung them on the flagpole, making jingles as he moved.
On the other side, the prepared believers of Slaanesh also opened fire immediately, while a large number of fanatic believers and medicine slaves also rushed out from everywhere.
Explosive bombs and plasma roared through, and some bombs hit the Terminator's armor, but the elite veterans of the Ascetics barely retreated under the fierce impact and continued to advance ruthlessly as if nothing had happened.
Some Terminators fired with melta cannons, their furious roars being particularly clear in the rumble of twin bolters. The hot molten flow penetrated the armor of the leading blasphemers, Globs of brown-black pus splashed on the battlefield.
(End of this chapter)