Chapter 2823: The soul of the mourning hero is exhausted (4)
The last airport of Sondheim 5, the last safe zone that has not been encroached by Tyranids, the last safety door of the last boarding channel In front of the gate, Tyron's corpses were scattered.
Every time Malakin wields the Blood Blade, it will bring more syrup-like viscous blood, and every drop of alien blood falling from the Chapter's Blade of Honor will be absorbed by the spore dust in the air. More purple bruises were created on the ground.
During the killing, he tried hard to swallow the saliva accumulated in his mouth, avoiding the executioner wielding a huge blade, and then swung the blade again, feeling that the weapon had cut deeply into the opponent's arm—— But when he pulled away from the bloody blade, the wound left behind seemed to be just a scratch on the chitin covering the alien's body.
Poison gas and acid mist smoke burned his lungs, but he still persisted.
How long has it been?
6 hours?
10 hours?
A whole day?
A whole year?
A century?
The concept of time has been confused by brutal battles, death and destruction. Four companies and tens of thousands of militiamen retreated from the first line of defense to the second, third, and fourth lines. Tao, even the last one now.
How many people died?
He can no longer remember that Space Marines and mortals were overwhelmed by the insect tide equally. They tried hard and fought hard, but all they got was despair
But they still had to fight, He died generously just to save more people. Even if the fate of these people goes to orbit, the fate is still uncertain. The remaining battleships may not be able to save so many people.
But he tried his best. He had experienced this kind of despair and frustration, but he had no choice.
He cannot become a better angel, and the battle group seems to be in constant decline and sacrifice in his hands.
Did he really do something wrong?
When will Guilliman arrive on Terra?
Images of destruction burned in his mind, surrounded by traitors in black armor and demons writhing in the corners——
No! He is the Watcher of the Abyss!
He is Malakin Foros!
Now, the task of avenging the dead falls to him.
The Lord of the Lamenters gritted his teeth, resisting the growing dark hallucinations in his mind, and jumped up with the help of the jetpack behind him. This time, he held a bloody blade with both hands and inserted it into the executioner's head. , stabbed through the skull.
The executioner struggled violently, but was dodged by Malakin. At this time, his skill, speed and strength were several times higher than before.
There was a crunching sound, then a wet snapping sound, and the executioner's head fell uselessly into the dirt.
The headless monster corpse rushed wildly into its own kind under the influence of the remaining nerves, trampling several knife bugs to death before falling down.
When Malakin landed, there was a deep wound on the side of his neck, and his left cheek was also covered in blood, but he didn't care because the wound healed quickly, but his face also changed. Becoming more red.
At this time, there were no living people around him, only countless corpses. The mortal militiamen either evacuated or died in battle. The Space Marines went to help the last one at Malakin's forced request. A batch of refugees were evacuated, and the window created by the Mother of Tears' last assault was shrinking. The Tyranid biowarships would soon close the gap, but there were still two transport ships that had not taken off.
But the Weepers will not give up the refugees, let alone their Chapter Master. They will return soon, but Malakin does not want them to see their own ugliness, let alone know it. A darker fate has gripped the Chapter.
He can only let people weld the gate from the inside. In the future, they will choose a new chapter leader and a new Abyss Watcher.
"Before the black rage dissipates, every one of these creatures will die at my feet." Malakin muttered in a low voice, standing on the steps leading to the gate, with countless people at his feet. The remains of Tyranid.
Suddenly, the insect swarm dispersed, and a huge shadow enveloped Malakin.
It is nearly three times as tall as an Astartes. The numerous vague traces on its thick chitin carapace are proof of its experience in many battles. In addition to the dark purple color of its carapace, its horns, The back spines and rib plates are a weird bright yellow color, with a stench of sulfur. It has four strong arms, all holding huge purple-gold bone blades more than three meters long.
The ground trembles as it walks, and its malice sends ripples of static through the air.
The Hive Tyrant, Malakin's "old rival", has a deep crack on its bright yellow forehead bone plate, which is an attack from Malakin.
That time, they may have been tied, but in fact, Malakin knew that he was no match for the opponent.
But now, it’s different.
Perhaps sensing the changes in its prey, the Hive Tyrant was completely aroused to hunt. It wanted to devour this difficult little thing personally. It stopped all the Tyranid creatures around it, and then launched a charge. roar.
Although subject to the Gestalt thinking of the Tyranid Hive, the Hive Tyrant has a more complete self-awareness. As the "senior commander" of the Tyranids' front line, they are given more autonomy to achieve their special positioning. , which allows them to react much faster on the battlefield than the Hive Mind, and can conduct corresponding tactical command and adjustments according to the battle situation, and can even learn from their mistakes, dwarfing the best strategists in the galaxy. At the same time, they It also has terrifying psychic powers, releasing psychic powers during battle to inspire the insect swarms and destroy the enemy's morale and thoughts.
But correspondingly, they will also have their own "personality". This tyrant's favorite hobby is to destroy the most powerful opponents one-on-one on the battlefield. He is a greedy gladiator who will Let the swarm leave its strongest to it.
Malakin raised his head and faced the towering Hive Tyrant. His eyes only reflected another huge existence, a giant holding claws and a war hammer, shrouded in dark energy.
Welcome, brother, we are finally here.
“All men die, brother.”
The heavy steps splashed corpse dust. It jumped up and slammed into Malakin with its body. The huge bone knife slashed downwards.
With the terrifying power of the Tyrant, even heavy tanks will be torn apart by the bone blade in this blow (very sure).
But Malakin is no longer the prey it encountered last time.
He is the hunter now.
“He is coming! You can’t mistake the voice, nor the intent.”
Amidst the lightning and flint as the bone blade fell, Malakin ignited his backpack and escaped from his position. When the bone blade shattered the metal ladder, his two-handed sword covered with a decomposition force field burned like fire and slashed at the tyrant's neck. .
The tyrant instinctively took a step back, waving his arms like the wind, and building a blade wall between himself and the blood-red sword at a speed completely inconsistent with his size.
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(End of this chapter)