Chapter 164 03.0163: "A life-and-death struggle"

On the Murder-class cruiser.

When the first group of Blood Angels followed the captain into the bridge, they saw an extremely evil and unclean scene.

Captain Afel looked at the large scarlet bridge.

To be precise, it is a slaughterhouse.

The bridge of this evil ship is as blasphemous and abominable as its hideous appearance.

This ship, which served during the Great Crusade, had a spacious bridge that could accommodate hundreds of officers and Astartes, but was transformed into a profane bloody sacrificial site.

The Level 2 combat room had turned into a bubbling pool of blood.

Skulls of all kinds were scattered about or floating in it, like a pot of stew.

There are skulls of humans, Astartes, aliens, and other demon apostles of the three gods.

It was here that these bastards slaughtered the brave and unyielding mortal warriors and used them as sacrifices to tear open the rift portal leading to Abyss Port, leading to today's tragedy.

When the Blood Angels attacked here, an Astartes with a tall figure, a back full of skulls and a helmet shaped like a sheep's skull was about to summon demons to descend on the bridge.

He executed all the prisoners his men could collect.

This wizard, the leader of the attackers.

In the Khorne Warband they are called Enchanter Lords.

Attempting to enchant a sacrifice that has been tortured beyond consciousness.

The body was covered with blasphemous blood inscriptions and knife marks called "blessings".

The sorcerer chanted venomous evil words, and around him gathered every last Astartes to keep him safe.

It's hard not to notice.

There was one of the Thousand Sons who was impaled on a meat hook and hung on the rack. His bright blue armor was very conspicuous among the bright red.

The traitor did not move, and the blue flames coming out of his helmet proved that he was not dead yet. It seemed that he was used as a psychic medium by this group of Eightfold Stigmata warriors to open rifts and summon demons.

"A fleshless heretic of ash." The Holy Blood Priest said to the company commander beside him with contempt.

As an experienced chapter chaplain, he had seen these fleshless, ghost-like Thousand Sons traitors.

"Brother Captain, we have to hurry. This heretic wants to summon the devil here. The descendants of Sanguinius must not let them succeed." Chapter Chaplain Voltaire advised Captain Aphiel in a chanting tone.

"First team, outflanking on the left wing. Second team, jumping and attacking with jetpacks. Third team, making roundabout attacks to kill those corrupted psykers and disrupt their summoning rhythm." The company commander deployed the most suitable battle plan almost immediately.

"And you, priest. Please join me in destroying that ugly heretic."

"Sons of Sanguinius, bring down the wrath of Sanguinius on the traitors!" The Holy Blood Priest began to chant, and led the charge according to the company commander's tactical arrangements.

The staff he held high emitted a golden light that bathed his fighting brothers.

This power comes from the think tank brothers on the Blade of Vengeance.

In a ceremonial chamber filled with psychic equipment that looked like a church hall, he used the power of the Warp given to him by his bloodline to fight against the Lord of Enchanter.

The Holy Blood Priest is the transit node for his spiritual power.

As the light fell, the warm psychic energy made the descendants of Sanguinius feel better in an environment with increasingly high psychic readings.

But they still need to fight quickly, otherwise they will face the risk of half of the Second Company being destroyed - if the heretic traitor really summons the Great Daemon of Khorne.

"Don't let down the blood of Sanguinius!" The Blood Angels were eager to fight.

They launched an attack from the sky and from both wings, using the assault tactics that have been used since the days of the 9th Legion to the present day, on the last traitors entrenched in the bridge.

It’s like the glorious reappearance of the 30K golden age in history.

Under the cover of a small group of golden-helmeted veterans, the company commander and the blood-soaked Holy Blood Priest rushed straight to the center of the summoning circle.

As the distance got closer, the evil energy became more and more obvious.

The descendants of Sanguinius have a special ability to sense psionic energy.

A feeling of uneasiness and restlessness was surging in the company commander's blood.

The surrounding warriors were fighting each other, and a group of people guarding the Lord of Enchantment blocked the way of the company commander and the priest.

The two men formed a battle formation in an instant and fought fiercely and methodically.

None of these traitors was a match for him.

Facing the Blood Angel Captain and Holy Blood Priest who were about to charge over with flames of vengeance rising from their bodies.

The Master of Enchantment was finally forced to withdraw some of his energy to deal with the opponent who was so close. The speed of writing the inscriptions in the scarlet magic circle slowed down, and instead, the Thousand Sons who were pierced by the meat hook next to him suddenly raised his head, with a dazzling light bursting out of his eyes.

When this ominous light pierced into the air and descended as a curtain, the company commander felt a severe headache.

All kinds of strange illusions began to appear before his eyes.

Each of these visions was the most painful victory in his life.

Every scene before the death of his brothers who served with him and became friends with him lingered in his mind.

The picture was so clear that it was like traveling back in time, and he was the only one who had made it to this day.

"Brother Captain, shut off your emotions! These illusions are taking advantage of your thirst!"

"I know, but this is too difficult." The company commander gritted his teeth, resisted the evil energy, and swung his sword forward to kill.

This is simply a special attack move against the Second Company. The Blood Angels of the Second Company rely on Blood Thirst to fight the Black Rage, and work hard to use their genetic defects to their advantage.

The goal is to maximize your anger and deliver a fatal critical hit.

But now, the deeper his blood thirst was, the more he was tortured by this spiritual power.

These enemies were obviously well prepared, and Afel could be sure that their target was the Second Company and the Blade of Vengeance battle barge.

[But why? We just returned from a long expedition... No one knows where and when we will appear.]
"Holy blood grants you chastity!"

The priest finished reciting the excerpt from the Holy Blood Poem, and fought against the evil power with his greatest strength.

The golden light and the red light were clearly separated, each forming two areas.

Although they can fight each other, if the captain wants to kill the traitor, he must advance alone to the side shrouded by fel energy.

What would happen if we got too close?

The Captain was unsure if he would be corrupted by the Bloodthirst's thirst for power.

Like Signus's trap.

The pharmacist Herlous who jumped into the blood pool for Sanguinius sacrificed himself and became the legendary demon - the Red Angel.

But no matter whether this is a trap or not, for the sake of the battle brothers of the Second Company, the Lord of Enchanter must die, and the Chaos Demon must not appear here today!
"Reverend Voltaire, if I am no longer myself, please free me with your own hands." The company commander left a backup plan.

[Come, come. Donatos Aphiel, step into the arms of the true God.]
The Lord of Enchantment's face, hidden under the goat-head horned helmet, was filled with demonic ecstasy.

Just as the company commander was enduring the pain of rage and making his veins bulge, he made up his mind and took a step forward to advance into the scarlet corner.

Everything suddenly changed.

The bound Thousand Sons suddenly moved and slowly looked towards the Lord of Khorne's Enchanter.

A strange smile appeared on the strange helmet.

Aboard the Indefatigable.

"Uh..." Farida suddenly felt a chill.

"What's wrong with you? Do you need to rest?" Horatio saw her suddenly slump down, and immediately supported her and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, I just don't know why, suddenly..."

Buzz! ! ——

"!" Horatio looked at his right arm urgently.

The Iron Hand itself began to tremble.

"Warning: An extremely high corrosive psychic environment has been detected nearby, activating the passive skill of the Omen Fragment for emergency evacuation!"

Activation: Psionic Attunement

Activation: Omen Fragment

Horatio:?

[What's going on... How did the skill activate itself? Emergency avoidance?]
"Ugh!" A strong chill rushed into his body along with Farida's body.

It was a very unpleasant feeling.

There was an unpleasant, strange smell in the air.

　Please give me a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket, QAQ thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)