Chapter 146 03.0145: "The reason why they are called the Angels of Death"

At the same time, in the power cabin of the Indefatigable.

boom! boom! boom!
The Blood Angels Astartes wearing golden helmets walked quickly in the corridors of the cabins of the Indefatigable, the grenade launchers in their hands spewing out anger without stopping.

This battlefield is completely different from the one Horatio faced.

The Space Marines used their extraordinary reaction speed to quickly interpret the readings from the helmets. The holographic aiming projection on the helmets was completely consistent with the muzzles of their guns, allowing them to hit the target with just a raise of their hands without having to aim, thus setting off a horrific one-sided massacre.

The enemies who came over to board the ship were killed instantly as soon as they heard the heavy and terrible footsteps approaching before they could even see any human figures. They were blown to pieces by the huge .75 bombs.

The Blood God's servants who wanted to destroy the plasma engine never imagined that there would be dozens of Blood Angels Astartes on this battlecruiser of the Imperial Navy.

There are more apostles of the Blood God than those who joined them.

This made the invaders feel deeply desperate and powerless, as if they were playing a cat-and-mouse game with no chance of winning.

They searched for their targets to destroy in the intricate cabins, but once they ran into the Blood Angels hunting them, they would be torn into pieces without mercy.

In the corridor, a small group of fleeing Blood Pact soldiers bumped into several blood-soaked Scarlet Astartes monks at a corner.

Their power armor looks particularly like the color of Khorne Space Marines when stained with blood, and the "grinning" MK7 helmets add an illusion that they have voted for Khorne.

So much so that when these invaders saw the scarlet demigod, their first reaction was to think that he was the messenger of the Blood God to whom they were loyal, and they all saluted.

But they were wrong, their master had never drawn any of the Brood of Sanguinius from the card pool of thousands of Space Marines.

"Sir! Finally..." The captain of the Blood Covenant said ecstatically without waiting for the lead.

The respectful salutes of these servants of the Blood God were met with only a punch, which smashed the grotesque mask on the man's face and his head together.

Then the other Astartes raised their roaring chainswords, strode forward, and cut the dozens of people in front of them into pieces.

The enraged Blood Angels were even more brutal than the Apostles of Khorne. The sailors accompanying them in the battle did not dare to step forward for fear of being affected.

They followed a few meters behind, watching these terrible angels of death calmly chop into pieces all the enemies they encountered along the way, as easy as a butcher chopping melons and vegetables in the kitchen.

Until now, at the end of the 41st Millennium, the Sons of Sanguinius had never been involved in an organized insurrection.

Their hatred for the murder of the Father of Genes outweighed the temptation of all the favorable conditions offered by the four evil gods.

Even though Slaanesh admires their aesthetic qualities and looks.

Nurgle craves their abundant energy and their wondrous thirst for blood.

Tzeentch admired their wisdom and wondered about the visions they saw during their Black Rage.

Khorne was even more envious of their overwhelmingly powerful military force after the Black Rage.

But the descendants of Sanguinius are always treasures that they can only admire from afar but not touch.

Even though every Blood Angel could become a nightmarish bloodthirsty monster, thirsty for blood, they would not hesitate to treat mortals loyal to the Emperor as mobile blood bags and suck them into mummies.

There might even be a Black Rage like that of Brother Romain Rolland, where there was no distinction between friend and foe, and all Astartes, loyal and rebellious, were treated equally and killed completely, leaving only a single Black Rage Blood Angel standing there roaring in pain.

But they who have never betrayed the Empire can still shout out with pride and without guilt:

"I am a monster, and that is also Sanguinius's monster!"

With the Blood Angels leading the battle, the sailors' casualties were lower than those of the team led by Horatio.

The mortal warriors around became complete foils, transformed into spectators who followed to enjoy the killing show.

There is an even more terrifying existence among them.

The mortals looked in horror at a blindfolded Astartes Brother. He was not wearing a helmet and his features were extremely handsome, just like an angel from the Bible of the state religion.

The white rose mask covering his eyes added a special sense of mystery to him.

But before the mortals could admire him, Brother Romain Rolland's brutal killing made everyone flee from him in fear.

He rushed into the crowd like a chainsaw whirlwind, and although he was blindfolded, his attacks were extremely ruthless.

With just the sound and the vague outline of the halo, he can accurately kill all enemies around him, whether they are mortals or rebellious Astartes.

Blood, severed limbs, and broken tissue flew everywhere. The blade flashed without a trace, and standing too close would also be affected by misfortune. The gentle and gorgeous angels instantly turned into cold and ruthless butchers, making mortals thoroughly realize why they were called the Emperor's Angels of Death.

What was even more incredible to them was that even the Golden-helmeted Astartes, who were also Blood Angels, kept a certain distance from the blindfolded warriors in battle.

His battle-brother waited until the blindfolded monk had finished his chopping before stepping forward and continuing his advance.

Bang! Suddenly there was a loud explosion from the front.

A scarlet bomb flew towards Brother Romain Rolland's head at an extremely fast speed.

But he just raised the chainsword in his hand easily and chopped off the flying bomb in mid-air.

The flying fragments scratched his handsome face, but he remained unmoved and did not say a word or make a single scream from beginning to end.

He remained silent all the time, approaching the enemy with a cold and ruthless manner that was chilling.

The Khorne Space Marine armed with a chainsaw axe slashed at him, and amid the whistling wind, the blind monk accurately predicted the trajectory of his swing.

In his darkness, the enemy is nothing more than a stickman emitting scarlet light, and his every move can be controlled through sound, smell of blood, and light.

Brother Romain Rolland dodged and raised his hand to swing his sword. The huge force made the opponent take a few steps back the moment he blocked.

Although the Dark Wrath seemed to have disappeared and the accompanying combat power dissipated with it, there was still a small amount of undercurrent power flowing in his blood.

He didn't know what this power was, but it made him faster than before.

Perhaps the wrath of darkness has not completely disappeared, and has already planted seeds in him.

Brother Romain Rolland himself didn't know whether the disease would relapse in the future, and he had no time to think about these issues.

The yearning for battle, the rage for revenge, the shame for avenging humiliation.

During the battle, he felt himself becoming emotionally numb, with only these three emotions lingering in his mind.

But as if he had been forced to take a sedative, he did not swing his sword and roar like before, but only a terrifying silence.

The only sounds were the roar of the chainsaws and the swaying of the armor plates.

After several rounds of fighting, the Khorne Space Marines were driven back to the bulkhead.

The dilemma of having no way to retreat interrupted his defense.

In just a moment when he turned his eyes to look at the road, Brother Romain Rolland took a step forward and used great force to chop off the chainsaw axe that was trying to block the sword blade.

"How is that possible! You are obviously blind!!"

Before the blasphemous traitor could react, the blindfolded monk stabbed him through the chest with a sword, destroying his secondary heart.

With a backhand move, a knife stabbed into the gap, and the iron hand covered with ceramic steel power armor plates dug out the traitor's heart from his chest.

Before the traitor bled to death, Brother Romain Rolland crushed his entire beating heart in front of him, and the splattering blood wet his handsome face.

boom!
Brother Romain Rolland swept the traitor's head with his left hand, causing it to cave in and break. A small piece of tendon and flesh dragged the collapsed head and dangled on his strong and broad body, and then he bit the wound with his sharp teeth and sucked the blood.

A Blood Angel sergeant in golden armor scanned the surroundings. When everything returned to calm, he nodded to the mortals.

They took off their helmets one after another, and their handsome faces turned hideous and hideous, just like the vampires in horror legends.

Then they took out the plasma they brought from the infirmary from their waists, stood there and started drinking it.

Soon, their fangs began to retract and their faces transformed back into those of extremely handsome men.

The dumbfounded naval second lieutenant called the armed forces command room with lingering fear, and breathlessly reported to the armed captain the great victory of wiping out all the enemies who had invaded the power compartment.

The Indefatigable was safe.

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