Silence enveloped the deserted church as the howls of the storm were locked outside.
Beria walked to the front of the apothecary, his eyes adjusting to the changes in light. A string of angular luminous bodies shone along the ceiling. The entire corridor was filled with the silent yellow reserved for religious buildings and cardinals' residences.
light.
Later, the Grand Master of Deathwing smelled the smell of blood, and he touched the activation stud on the Silent Sword with his thumb.
"get ready."
The Terminators raised their storm bolters and let the sights input target data into their helmet-mounted displays.
Everyone knows it's best not to question Beria's instincts.
From the reception room, they entered the Consolation Hall, a long corridor with separate prayer rooms every few meters.
Then, the Dark Angels stopped, because dried blood and flesh covered the metal floor in front of them, paving the way like a carpet generated by a demon prince in a certain subspace.
The pharmacist knelt down on one knee, stretched out a probe from his medical kit, and used it to scrape away a stain of blood.
As the probe completed its analysis, a line of genetic sequences flashed across his monitor.
"Leon."
The pharmacist hit the ground with his fist, and the metal plate cracked.
"This blood belongs to the missing brother."
Beria tightened his grip on the weapon, his pulse began to quicken, and he swallowed hard.
"Emperor, please appease my anger."
Belial recited the battle prayer silently while suppressing the urge to tear open the wall.
"The main church is at the far end."
the pharmacist said as the timing display flashed a warning on his monitor.
“There’s still time left—”
"Advance behind me."
Belial activated his Silent Sword, and the force field attached to the blade stirred the air impatiently, but did not make a sound.
This sword is one of the legendary Heavenly Swords. This weapon can only be carried by the core inner circle members of the Dark Angels.
According to records, its blade was forged from the core of a meteorite that struck the barbaric world of Albarada and was later acquired by the Dark Angels, who forged many powerful blades.
One of the most powerful secret swords is carried by the Chapter's Grand Master Azrael. The Silent Sword and Crow Sword carried by the Lords of Deathwing and Ravenwing are forged with a small amount of meteorites, and the Silent Sword
Also one of a kind, this weapon absorbs surrounding sounds and absorbs them into its blade.
"If anyone shows up, shoot them."
Beria uttered these words from his tightly closed lips, then relaxed his focus and bent his knees.
The apothecary nodded and slammed a new clip into his bolter.
"For Caliban!"
Belial started running, he quickened his pace, the servos in the Terminator buzzed, and the enhanced artificial muscles made him move forward at an astonishing speed, like an engine made of ceramic and fury.
A squadron of Deathwing Terminators followed closely behind him.
"Room 1, confirm! Room 2, confirm!"
The Deathwing Terminators ran, looking left and right, constantly updating Belial, while his armor's optical and audio sensors checked and recorded the heartbeats of each prayer chamber.
"No. 3——"
Suddenly, lasers struck Beria from both sides.
"Enemy attack, direction from five o'clock to nine o'clock."
Beria continued to run, ignoring the sporadic firelight coming from the room.
Most of the shots went far, and before the attacker could take aim, his powerful stride carried him through the room's opening.
Occasionally, a few bullets grazed his armor, tearing away paint from his armor, but the anger at his brother's death made him angry, and the helmet's sound amplifier combined with the hall's acoustics to amplify his rage.
Until it filled the corridor like the roar of some hideous beast.
"keep going."
Finally, Belial opened fire, his storm bolter crackling in his hands, and the three traitors fell to the ground, their heads exploding from their malnourished shoulders.
"Security at the rear."
They were approaching the last set of prayer rooms, the target overlay lighting up with data, following the trajectory of three fist-sized objects that rolled into the hallway in front of him.
"Grenade!"
Beria shouted a warning to everyone, and as the device exploded, the apothecary dove into the nearest prayer room, avoiding the flames and shrapnel rolling from them.
Belial turned a blind eye to it. Although a series of warnings lit up on the retina display, he just blinked and turned off the warning - his armor was intact.
In front of him, the traitors fled in panic. After all, when the bone-white giant emerged unscathed from the sea of flames, they had lost any means and will to resist.
Beria heard a low cry and a painful snap as the man's bones broke beneath his huge body.
The Grand Master of Deathwing snorted, picked up the dead man by his skull.
"Grandmaster Belial?"
The pharmacist's voice crackled in Beria's ears.
"I'm not hurt."
Beria's gloves were stained with blood.
"The road is clear, brother."
"No, there's one left, over there."
Beria threw the traitor's head into the opposite room, and a man screamed, firing reflexively as the head fell.
The Grand Master of the Deathwing walked into the room and let his armor filter out the smell of feces.
A poor man was holding the muzzle of the laser gun in his mouth, and when he looked up at the Dark Angel, his eyes were trembling.
"Coward! Don't even dare to face death!"
Beria's roar made the man tremble, and he reflexively pulled the trigger.
In an instant, a laser bullet blasted open his skull, coating the wall behind him with superheated brain matter.
The apothecary turned from the body and pointed to the arched door of the church.
"We have to know what's behind those doors."
Beria looked at the fusion marks on the church doors, where someone had welded them together from the outside.
He took a step back, then surged forward, slamming his armored shoulder into the welding wire.
The metal is bent.
Then the Deathwing Grand Master raised his knee and kicked him up.
The door clicked inward and opened.
As he walked into the room, a row of hanging lights suddenly came on.
"Emperor..."
Under the light, the remains of the nine dark angels were adorned on the curved walls of the church, held in place by the blades of chainswords, hanging like nightmare versions of the faces of the saints that adorned the church.
Their armor was dented and dented from multiple impacts and tears, their helmets were torn off their armor, their goggles were broken, leaving only dented shells on their faces and bloody hair.
.
"Leon, save us."
The pharmacist knelt down on one knee, shocked by the desecration of his brother's body.
"Blood for blood."
Belial whispered through gritted teeth and pulled out the ritual blade from the nearest corpse.