Chapter 1951 Fenning’s Destruction (Part 1)
“Ugh!!!”
As if being thrown into a storm for an instant, Genlis felt the strong air current tearing at his skin , and was then ripped from his seat, nearly tearing open his chest - although that didn't happen due to his reinforced overalls, at least half of his ribs were broken.
The huge airflow mixed with debris threw him dozens of meters away, and finally landed on a fallen servitor.
His whole world was shrouded in blur and tinnitus and screams. It took him a long time to regain some consciousness, but then there was a heartbreaking pain, coming from his right leg.
Turning his head, he found that his leg was unnaturally deflected outwards. It was obviously fractured and most likely shattered.
“It happened.”
Putting his elbow on the stinking body of the paralyzed servitor below, Genlis raised his head slightly.
The originally tidy work cabin was in a mess. Torn instruments, meditators, corpses and various building fragments were everywhere. It was like a huge ruin, a huge oval object. The torn wall knocked most of the body in, and the thing also opened two doors. Scarlet warning lights shined from inside, illuminating the tall figure.
Genlis blinked, trying to moisten his dry eyeballs, and then a tall being towered in front of him.
The opponent was wearing a dark blue armor with lightning, and a huge bat-winged skeleton on the chest was looking down at him, holding a chain sword, and lifted him up while he screamed.
At this time, only one piece of information flashed through his chaotic mind -
The Night Lord, said to be the most terrifying Space Marine, likes to skin people alive.
"Man, how many Space Marines do you have here?"
Hearing the slightly teasing voice coming from under the opponent's helmet, Genlis was trembling and unable to say a word.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the Night Lord shook his head.
"Okay, I can only send you on your way."
"No, no, no! I know!"
Genlis screamed again, with tears streaming down his face. Make fists with both hands.
"Now only Mr. Mavia and others are staying behind, about thirty or so of them, usually staying in the original church area! My dear sir, I have said it all! I have said it all!"< br>
"Ah, thank you very much. Your cooperation has given you a new life. From now on, I will reserve a position for you as a sewage tank cleaner on the lower deck. That position is exciting. Praise the Emperor again. You are really great when you meet me. Good luck."
As he said that, he put him down gently.
Then Li Lin ignored the surprised look on the gunner's face and opened the communication channel.
"Company Commander, new information, there are about thirty more Chaos Space Marines here. The location is speculated to be in the church area of the orbital defense hub, but it is not ruled out that they have left."
"Close Come, the original plan remains unchanged, priority is given to controlling the key cabins, and I will be in charge there.”
"Yes."
On the other side, some teams took the Storm Bird directly into the interior of the orbital station. "Team Kentka is in position."
Sablin walked down the ramp amid the explosion, and the melta missiles fired by the Stormbirds vaporized the building's support structure, leaving these The alloy structure began to shake, and with the sound of thunder, waves of dust swept through the central hub.
The air became turbid due to dust. Wearing the Terminator armor, he took a few steps forward, adjusted his visual sensors, and switched from one spectral filter to the next. The enhanced visual coordination equipment allowed him to Mastery of the battlefield rises to new heights.
In the dim smoke and dust, all kinds of evil and depravity can be seen.
The eight-pointed star spiked roulette symbolizing the evil god of destruction rotates on the main axis buried in blood and ashes. The limbs of the people placed on it are tied to the tip of the slowly rotating edge, Sablin It's hard to tell who they are; some look like servitors, others like mutated mortals, but most are possessed demons twisted beyond human form, sprouting horns and monster-like claws.
He also saw people fleeing towards the entrance in panic, including cultists, guards, and followers of the Dark Mechanicus wearing filthy robes.
The roar faded away and the air became turbid.
More than just a mortal body, Sabourin also glimpsed the filth lurking in the shadows.
He strode through the fleeing cultists toward the fallen tech-priests, their crude visual sensors blinking slowly. Before they had time to react, Sabourin was taking them down one by one, arm-mounted weapons. The bullets fired from the storm bolter struck the hooded cogitator of the Dark Mechanicum in the head.
At the same time, other soldiers in the company were also killing people everywhere.
Suddenly, he heard the roar of the demons in the darkness, their burning eyes staring at him, followed by the sound of claws scratching the ground.
Knowing that they were coming, Sabourin turned and fired at the monsters, the bolts tearing the warp entities apart.
At this moment, he noticed another demon appearing behind him, turned around and fired a series of close-range shots at the incoming creature, until the thing screamed and fell backwards.
Beyond his hell compatriots, a red-skinned monster pushed away the screaming monster and pounced on Sabourin, trying to bite him with its sharp claws and sharp teeth.
With the powerful defense and power of the Terminator, Sabourin directly grabbed the thing's throat, and the wild beast poured out its purgatory fury, tearing and beating with brute force in an attempt to destroy the Terminator. of armor.
Sablin put the muzzle of his gun against the red-skinned monster, and bullets shot into the demon's immaterial flesh one after another.
But even so, the monster still pursued him fiercely. Sabourin directly stretched out his apocalyptic claws and stabbed into the wound opened by the beast.
As pus flowed through his gauntlets, he dug his hands deep into the monster's body, tearing out its entrails until its feral nature finally gave in and it fell limply to the ground.
Kicking away the demon corpse on the ground, Sabourin drew out his plasma gun and pointed the shimmering barrel into the darkness and smoke.
He heard heavy footsteps.
The huge red figures squeezed through the crowd, revealing their true appearance.
The Possessed Warrior, the most depraved existence among the traitors, shared his genetically modified body with the terrifying demonic entity. Sabourin could even see the twisted muscles bursting out from between the armor, and the swollen They cackle with a dozen different tones from their throats, and kill anything as they walk, dyeing their claws red.
The leader who leads them is more burly, and his body has received the evil blessing of subspace. The original human face has long disappeared, replaced by a deformed skull with fangs, an animal nose, and a forehead. The protruding sharp horns stabbed forward, and black scars remained on the red cheeks and slender lips. The poison of the warp escaped from the flashing eyes and mouth.
(End of this chapter)