Chapter 148 03.0147: "Blood Angel's Revenge"

Tons of scarlet steel slammed heavily onto the broken hull of the Murder-class cruiser.

Thanks to the efforts of Horatio and the rest of the gun crew, a large number of boarding bays were able to smash deeper into the interior through the breach to meet the Blood Angels carrying the boarding torpedoes.

The heat from the boarding cabin broke through the armor outside the deep cabin and chiseled into important nodes.

Countless servants of the Blood God were killed by broken metal and extremely high temperatures. Those Eightfold Stigmata Space Marines who were eager to fight the Blood Angels one-on-one were smashed by the dense boarding pods and became disoriented before they could even meet them.

Many traitors were smashed to pieces, and even the sturdy ceramite power armor could not save them.

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The gangplank for the boarding torpedoes and the boarding bay opened rapidly.

The Blood God's servants huddled behind their shelters, some of them stretched out their gun barrels and looked into the thick gray-black fog.

Suddenly, pairs of cold and terrifying fluorescent green eyes appeared from the smoke at the same time, so many that it was dazzling.

When the Blood God's servants could not see the figures clearly, the Machine Souls in the Blood Angels' helmets had already marked the enemies one by one through the smoke, and the loyal Astartes had already raised their bolters and poured fire on the traitors.

Many Blood Pact soldiers were instantly turned into blood plasma by .75 caliber (19.05 mm) bombs before they knew what was happening.

Some people huddled in shelters, but even so, the steel plate could not provide them with any shelter and would only become their graveyard.

The Blood Angel veterans, wearing ancient Centurion armor, used heavy bombs one inch (25 mm) in size in each hand to directly penetrate the steel plate, sending the Blood God servant and the shield covered with evil symbols to be judged by the Emperor.

The panicked rebel soldiers ran up to the high-energy laser turret guarding the corridor, before he could fire a few shots.

The Blood Angels' battle helmets are already marked with threat targets.

Several Astartes reacted extremely quickly, leaning towards the two sides of the cabin to avoid the dangerous and scorching lasers.

They didn't even need to communicate, they tacitly seized the moment of running towards the cover and fired several shots, piercing the bulletproof shield and accurately smashing the Blood Pact soldiers standing behind who thought they were safe into pieces.

Captain Afiel emerged from the black smoke and took a quick step forward at a speed that these mortals could not match. A shadow with a buzzing sound of force field passed by.

The people in the entire corridor were instantly turned into corpses scattered on the ground.

The Blood Angels quickened their pace to follow the captain and began to sprint forward.

While firing the bolter, he wielded his chainsword or power sword to fire at the fanatical cultists rushing in from other directions.

Company commander Afel walked to a circular intersection with six directions, where he saw an extremely abominable scene.

The wide circular platform at the intersection was built into a bloody arena to please the Blood God, and it stood out like a scab on the deck.

The entire deck was stained black and red with old, rotten blood, emitting a pungent, unpleasant smell of blood. The ground was sticky and when you stepped on it, thick blood mud would stick to the bottom and sides of your iron boots.

Here, he could feel the deep anger and extreme malice. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the head stuck on the spear.

Here the captured God-Emperor warriors duel naked with the Khorne Space Marines. This is a fair duel that only exists on the surface. It seems to be a one-on-one fight, but in fact, under the round-the-clock battle of the Khorne warriors, the loyal duelists will soon be exhausted and eventually be brutally killed.

A row of short spears were pierced with the heads of loyal mortal warriors such as Imperial Guard officers, military supervisors, battle sisters, crusaders, etc.

The longer row of spears at the back were pierced with the heads and helmets of Astartes Brothers.

Some have turned into white bones, some have rotted to the point where their faces have collapsed, and there are still some fresh heads with blood still flowing from their eye sockets.

Red maggots, fat from sucking blood, squirmed in their eye sockets and mouths, desecrating the remains of the angel of death.

They were brothers from many different chapters, the Wolves of Nuss, the Sons of Dorn, the Seraphs, the Sons of Ultramar… The layers of spear tips piled up here were like rows of profane collection shelves, except that the collections were all bloody human heads.

What made Captain Afir even more irritated was that many of them were the heads of the sons of Sanguinius from other chapters. He could recognize these brothers from their similar facial features. The monks of the Second Company quickly ended the nearby battle.

Aphiel led a small group of elite soldiers and headed towards a cabin based on their sense.

It was a terrible purgatory inside, with a terrible environment and blood all over the ground.

Inside are two Chaos Space Marines, and their minions are about to execute the prisoners.

Aphiel and his fellow brothers met the enemy together. They used their swift movements to surround the two traitors, separating them and cutting off their way forward and backward. The other three battle brothers took the opportunity to break in and mercilessly killed the executioners.

The company commander was particularly experienced in combat. He attacked swiftly and fiercely, as accurately and ruthlessly as a hawk hunting a rabbit. With three moves, his power sword cut off the arm of a traitor.

Without waiting for him to take a step back, the power sword pierced the traitor's chest and ribs, breaking through his power armor with the decomposing force field and smashing the ribs and shoulder blade below.

The Khorne Space Marine yelled, half-knelt on the ground, still trying to punch the Captain.

The angry Aphiel stabbed the precision bolter in his hand into the traitor's mouth, and the flash hider on the muzzle broke his front teeth.

Bang! With a gunshot, the traitor's head split into eight pieces.

Another Traitor Space Marine surrounded by the Blood Angels had his arm chopped off by a chainsword, and then they crippled his calf.

The traitor knelt on the ground, shouting "single challenge and duel", and insulting their gene father unscrupulously and viciously.

The enraged Blood Angels tore off his flesh with their bare hands, breaking every bone of the traitor one by one.

As they continued to move forward, the traitor on the ground had turned into an indescribable paste in their hands, looking like red corpse starch.

The strike team eliminated the traitors in the cell and freed the tortured mortal warriors.

Two Astartes Brothers were also found in the cage, their bodies covered with scars and blood.

Seeing the warriors who were also covered in scarlet, they were stunned at first, but soon recognized the holy blood symbol on their shoulder armor.

"Sons of Sanguinius, I knew they would mess with you." A naked Astartes with a sergeant's symbol tattooed on his body looked at the newcomers and sneered mockingly at the enemy.

"Can you still fight, son of Ultramar?" Aphiel kicked open the iron bars and swung his sword, cutting off the terrifying barbed chain that was hooked on his arm muscles.

The Ultramarines sergeant was a tough guy. He pulled the bloody meat hook straight from his own flesh and walked forward to stretch his muscles.

"These traitors have slaughtered too many of my brothers. Their revenge must be settled today."

"Please allow me to join your battle, brave and noble Lord of the Watch."

Captain Afiel turned around upon hearing this.

A tall, dark-skinned warrior followed the other Blood Angels and came up behind the Captain, picking up the traitor's chainsaw axe from the ground.

Captain Afir could recognize him from the sigil engraved on his body as a Company Champion from the 3rd Company of the Salamanders Chapter.

Because of this, he is still alive today. The company champion is the most powerful fighter in the company in close combat, also known as the champion swordsman.

"Very good, cousin. Today, we will make them pay the price."

The company commander led a group of people to the core module below, where there was an onboard rail vehicle that could quickly transport them to the bottom of the bridge.

As they walked towards the deeper decks, they first saw some corpses of Imperial Guards chopped up by chain axes, and then gradually, the figures of the traitor Astartes appeared before them.

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(End of this chapter)