Chapter 388: The One Who Praises the Gods

The Red Corsair champion was full of power at this moment. His piety and loyalty were proven. Even if his god had abandoned him once, he had never thought of leaving. At this moment, his trust was exchanged for power, which was strong enough for him to match, and even to kill those who were stronger than him.

He felt his two ventricles beating wildly, blood, muscles, became a great ensemble, and the chainsaw sword that slashed at the Sergeant of the Destruction Eagle burned like fire, melting everything he saw.

This also included his enemies, the warriors of the Destruction Eagle. At this moment, he was waiting for blood to wet his cheeks, but the fireworks produced by the metal collision interrupted his expectations. The mechanical arm made of ceramic steel stuck the chainsaw tightly, although it could only hinder those sharp single-molecule knives for less than a moment.

But after the blade cut half of the heavy hydraulic arm, the champion was hit on the cheek with a punch with an incomparable desire to survive, and even caused a slight crack in the helmet on his face that was strong enough to resist the powerful laser guns of the Imperial Guard, and at the same time he was pushed away.

At this moment, Sergeant Destroyer Eagle had stood up. His mechanical arm was shaky and almost unusable, but his good right hand exerted greater strength than usual, mixed with anger, desire to survive, and complex emotions, stripping off the Red Pirate's champion helmet, and then punching him one by one.

Blood and flesh were blurred, and the sound of muffled collisions continued. What swordsmanship, technology, power swords, chainsaws, explosive bombs, and power became fakes. There was only the purest weapon that humans had, his own body. After the blood continued to flow from the twisted and mutated cheeks, the entire battlefield seemed to be a fight between only two people.

But the champion never let go of his weapon. When the buzzing sound of the chainsaw sounded again, Sergeant Destroyer Eagle was forced to regain his sanity. He immediately climbed up from the man who looked like a beast, picked up his Falcon sword again, and the blue destruction stance and burning psychic flames appeared on the sword blade again.

His bright red gauntlet was stained with blood, which flowed from the hilt to the blade, and then evaporated by the Destruction Stand, leaving only the faint smell of rust. The champion, with blood on his cheeks and a shaky body, looked at the Sergeant of the Destruction Eagle with malicious eyes.

It had nothing to do with honor and victory. It was just to survive. That most basic desire appeared in the battle between the two. Even in this case, the Sergeant of the Destruction Eagle still spoke. "You lost, surrender. I can tolerate you returning to the Maelstrom. As long as you swear never to come to the Empire again, I can forgive you because you once let the Imperial Guard leave."

He still had expectations for the kindness that might exist in this man's heart, and at the same time, he proved the reliability of his beliefs and oaths again and again. This champion was the most consistent and great warrior he had ever seen.

Although he said this because of mutual respect, he also lost an arm and his combat effectiveness dropped by one third. Rather than fighting with him, it should be a higher priority to go back to help the Skadi Fourth Regiment or his own company captain who were holding on in the burning fortress.

But this sentence ignited the champion's fighting spirit, because he determined that he, Karaza. Karak, understood this matter. "You are not a warrior."

He was sure that this powerful Astartes was a master of psychic power, a commander, and even a leader who cared about the people, but he was definitely not a warrior, because there were too many things in his heart, mortals, comrades, brothers, emperors, or more, and he only had killing, honor, and victory, so he said with certainty.

"You can't beat me!"

This is quite counterintuitive. Why can't people who look stronger, more at ease, and healthier win?

But anyone who often fights on the battlefield knows that the champion is right, or just those who have fighting experience can understand that a madman who has given up everything and has strong physical performance is more terrifying than any powerful master.

The sergeant took this into consideration, and his blade did not penetrate and kill the guy directly. At this moment, he had completely become a trapped beast. The beast filled with blood was more terrifying than anything else.

He took a defensive posture, which was theoretically correct, but the champion's powerful slash made him realize that this was not good, because the destructive stance of his Falcon Sword did not tear apart the enemy's attacking chainsaw. Instead, in the flames bestowed by the King of Wrath, the weapon completed a strange psychic transformation.

At this point, the moment the two blades crossed, the sergeant of the Destruction Eagle realized that he was no match for the beast in front of him. The burning chainsaw sword was enough to rival the ancient power sword. The blessing of the gods made this warrior powerful to the limit of the Space Marine.

The power of the weapons crossing generated intense heat that turned into sparks at one point and then exploded. The mutual force made both warriors take a step back, and the sergeant completely gave up his idea of ​​defense. In order to survive, he had to abandon the idea of ​​being a human being in the fight of trapped beasts. He was not injured, but he had the consciousness to fight for people.

This is an idea that only a guardian can have, not a warrior. Those emotions are transformed into the most material and realistic motivation, which is what people call the will to fight.

When the two people fought again, the blades fell due to the huge impact force, and the sword fight turned into a simple fist fight. The clear sound of the two blades falling was like the bells hit by the referee on the fighting stage, but this fight was not a fight, but a killing without any taboos.

They wrestled like sumo wrestlers, and beat each other like primitive people in the savage world. Their heels, knees, elbows, teeth, and the so-called honor and spirit were all thrown away, leaving only victory and survival.

Beating, biting, two people rolling in the mud-like soil, the most powerful warriors in the empire, thousands of years of combat experience, tens of thousands of years of glorious heritage, superhuman physical fitness, these so-called all can't stop the violent event of fighting. The objective reality is to kill the enemy by any means.

The two of them were fighting together, and Sergeant Destruction Eagle was in better physical condition. After giving up his honor, he pressed on the champion like a mad dog, peeled off his breastplate, and beat his two hearts one at a time.

The broken arm did not become an obstacle. In this crazy battle, the ceramic arm that was neatly cut by the blade became a weapon that was not bad as a tactical dagger, and left many wounds on the Red Pirate Champion.

This twisted battle ended in death when Master Chief of the Doom Eagle used the sharp incision of his severed mechanical arm as a weapon to plunge into the chest of the Red Pirate Champion.

Blood continued to flow from the ugly man's chest, and his body spasmed and twitched instinctively, just like the countless people they had seen whose life force was taken away, and next to him, he was dead, about to die, about to die.

The Master Chief sat on his corpse, and the smell of blood stained the soil. He raised his arms and roared high. This battle did not matter about psychic powers or skills, but the Space Marines who watched did not deny this battle. Honor, the morale of the Red Pirates was shattered, and the warriors of the Eagle of Destruction sang ancient melodies and unfamiliar vocabulary.

It was a song that belonged exclusively to them. The warriors who were born on Ghost Peak were singing the songs of their tribe. The resonance that shook their souls provided those people with more power.

When Captain Destruction Eagle heard this, he shouted for victory. When the ancient ancestral fearless people heard this, they raised their heavy power fists, smashed the heavy barrel of the Scimitar tank in front of them, and added hot melt to melt it. Her front armor.

Victory, there is no doubt, belongs to the victory of the Astartes, but the haze of the war has not yet dissipated. At this time, Onius Praid started his own chariot engine, and the so-called honor and sacrifice It doesn't matter anymore, this man abandoned the honor of duel and used his reason to overcome the anger of his friend's death.

He escaped the duel and the sacrifice of his comrades because he was the commander, and his survival was related to the Red Pirates' grand strategy. His sense of responsibility beyond that of a normal person allowed him to burst out with a brief burst of power, and even forced destruction with his own chain sword. The Captain of Eagle Company jumped from his chariot.

He was ready to instruct his comrades on how to invade, but the Eagles of Destruction had no vehicles, more people, more wounds, and needed to deal with the large number of Red Pirates Astartes here. All they could do was watch. Let this evil commander break through.

Before the bloody duel became the final word, the Imperial Guard's war had not yet come to an end. Facing the evil power of Jean Dan and the invasion of the Red Pirates, the burning camp and the crumbling fortress walls looked very fragile.

The captured fortress was not as fragile as most people imagined. Although the walls collapsed, a large amount of falling rubble hindered the tank's advancement. The gap where the Imperial Guard immediately set fire became a cemetery for Land Raiders.

The Red Corsairs could only send out infantry, but even the Astartes could not ignore the disadvantages of the terrain, the natural dangers of narrow roads and rugged gravel, and the parasites that made Dan's servants try to expand their ranks with killings. .

The battlefield became a three-way battle between the Red Pirates fighting the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Guard fighting the Red Pirates, and Jean Dan fighting the Red Pirates and then the Imperial Guard. In theory, Jean Dan was the most vulnerable in the crossfire area, but this weird race has its greatest advantage. It is mimicry, control, and the Space Marines who become its servants seem to have no problem, but have betrayed them.

The red pirates crawled out of the Land Raider, or suddenly appeared from behind. His brother was greeting him, but the next second the tactical dagger was embedded in his former friend's neck, and he would take off his own helmet, mouth-to-mouth "artificial respiration" for the dying teammate, and then he will be alive again.

Dan soon spread abnormally into a new team, occupying the core position of the entire battlefield. The huge power and a large number of bodies used by it formed a strange team composed of dead Imperial Guards, pdf, and red pirate Astartes. The group abruptly isolated the entire battlefield.

At this point, the second lieutenant in the command post listened to the report with a gloomy face. According to the reports of Stormtroopers, Catachan and some sharp-eyed soldiers of the Skadi Fourth Regiment, this scene like a biological crisis was also reported by the Imperial Guard Command. The officers inside knew.

the ensign asked the legionary doctor. "Doctor, is this another use of anthrax?"

the doctor answered. "This is impossible. Even if the evil viruses of the gods turn people into zombies, it will be difficult for them to have the wisdom to build defense projects. Death will destroy brain cells, but there is no doubt that from a medical point of view they are not dead. They look more like Suddenly there was a unified ideal and desire, forming something new..."

The lieutenant got the point. "Did they believe in something new? Or even that something brought them back to life?"

Quite blasphemous thoughts flashed through his mind, such as the legendary living saints, but he quickly rejected this idea, because the Emperor would never favor those people, let alone the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, just those Red Pirates? Impossible!

Secondly, he didn't know what to think of those things. Their appearance successfully hindered the Red Pirates' progress, and at the same time slowed down the intensity of the battle, giving them more time to deal with the warriors who had fallen due to the virus.

The irony here is that because of the appearance of Jean Dan, the Imperial Guard had time to stabilize a large number of soldiers who fell due to virus infection, restored a large number of vitality, and allowed countless people to go from death to lingering. If you just look at the results, Jean Dan Like the reinforcements arranged by the emperor.

However, on the front line, where there was a ceasefire, Nord, an individual who lacked war consciousness, did not understand what he had done. He just looked greedily at the resurrected red pirate warriors in front of him as they obeyed his words and commanded. Astartes, this is something that countless Imperial officers have never dared to imagine.

This young man got everything at the cost of his head being completely controlled by the alien worm, but this did not stop him from commanding the Astartes with a sense of honor to do what the engineering troops did. He turned the fallen walls into new trenches. Let the bombed-out Land Raiders become the new fortress, and he wanted more Astartes, more.

He swelled in his little desire, until he heard the voice in his head again, that voice asked him to attack the fourth Skadi regiment. At this moment, he fell into hesitation, because from the bottom of his heart, he Thinking that the Imperial Guard was absolutely right, that's why he prioritized killing the Red Corsairs.

His long-held belief in the Emperor kept the young man from betraying the Empire, and shooting the Imperial Guard was the beginning of the collapse of his faith, which he undoubtedly would not.

In the end, Dan never thought of this possibility, that it could control those worms, but the young man's willpower actually resisted it, causing his body to have new ideas, and it suddenly understood that this power did not belong to this mortal. But the Lord of Mankind in the subspace discovered its conspiracy...

It sent out a strong psychic signal angrily, and then Nord suddenly froze and spoke. "Get ready, get more Astartes bodies, and attack the Imperial Guard!"