Chapter 1836 Blood and Angels Happy New Year's Eve
Chapter 1836 Blood and Angels (Happy New Year’s Eve!!)
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"
"fuck your mother!"
Creed dodged the blow, and at the same time took the opportunity to step forward and slash the traitor's helmet with the sword in his hand, but it did not pierce, and instead made him stagger back.
Jalan Kyle turned around and shot the thing in the back, but the other person was unmoved at all and seemed to be targeting Creed.
Perhaps the eagle emblem on his coat is too conspicuous.
At this time, two more Khorne Berserkers broke through the line of fire, and the soldiers had to deal with it. A brief gap appeared beside Creed, forcing him to retreat while resisting the attacks of the Khorne Space Marines.
Suddenly, he stepped on something and slipped and fell to the ground.
The Khorne berserker picked up the ax and struck at Creed. He rolled to avoid the blow, and the empty ax hit the marble slab, and the broken stone fragments flew everywhere.
Creed saw the right moment, swung his sword, and tried to cut off the traitor's left ankle, but it didn't work. His sword only cut halfway.
He doesn't understand this world or this battle, but why are there so many bloody battles happening around him? It seems that all the years in his life are like the red stains he left on countless burning worlds.
,Meaningless.
New instructions have been sent from the command center in orbit. There is no need for prisoners anymore. In the future, the world will be re-colonized and everything will start again. All they have to do is to let every weed and every stone pass through the fire.
They were all chopped into pieces by sharp blades, and every traitor deserved to die.
And for some reason, Soshiyang always feels a little familiar, as if...
"I thought it was the Imperial Fists, but it turned out to be the Weeper."
Those who were lucky enough to survive and chose to surrender were rounded up, shot with machine guns and burned.
who is he?
Where is his brother?
These questions gnawed at him, but in the end they only turned into vague Gothic words.
Not just here, thousands of people died in every residential area of Sartusa. Thousands of people were covered in hot ruins, burned to ashes by burning promethium, and blown into pieces by artillery shells.
Meat, rivers of blood on the streets.
Creed recognized the markings on these warriors, and they clearly bore traces of the great Blood Angels, but what was unfamiliar was their yellow armor.
And Veronica sent a message that she will be back soon.
Creed, who had narrowly escaped death, sat on the ground and gasped. He turned around and saw many warriors in yellow armor descending from the sky using jump bags to knock down those crazy Khorne believers. With their support, the soldiers of Qadian
Finally able to break free from the crazy close combat and attack the traitors with firepower.
"Uh, it's Velez..."
The bright yellow warrior refused to give in. The ax and knife collided with each other. Then he thrust the long knife forward, directly to the traitor's throat, and quickly cut open the traitor's power armor. Then he pushed forward with all his strength, causing the traitor's head to roll to the side.
On the ground.
Velez was holding some food in her hands, and she was responsible for these tasks instead of Veronica during this period.
The leader of the Khorne Berserker Warriors planned to attack from behind, but the warrior quickly adjusted his posture so that the traitor could not take advantage. His eyes were now blackened with deep anger. He quickly launched a series of attacks on the traitor, and was overcome by anger.
The driving attack was so fast that Creed's eyes could no longer catch it.
Velez glanced at him, and a few strands of hair slipped across her forehead. She stretched out her hand and gently brushed it behind her ears. This simple movement exuded all kinds of charm.
The exchange between the two sides for several seconds caused a large amount of sparks to fall from their feet. In the end, the long knife slashed through the traitor's breastplate, and the blade shredded the traitor's bones and muscles, then his arms, and finally his throat.
"traitor!"
Jalan Kyle took out a crumpled combat manual from behind his butt.
"You are almost always busy on the battlefield and in the command center during these hours, and there is no shortage of these few hours."
Further down, as if a mountain falls into a trough, the black nun's uniform follows the flat belly, and then expands to the left and right, highlighting the graceful curves unique to human women. The long hem continues to blend with the white silk as Velez moves.
The round legs wrapped in quality garters were rubbed, and a little bit of white and greasy skin was exposed from time to time. Soshiyang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes...
Soshyan was suddenly startled, no, no, no, how could he be controlled by vulgar desires like ordinary men.
"Thanks."
"I know you didn't read it. Didn't the Ministry of Military Affairs distribute this when you came to the Maelstrom? It contains the logo identification of each Space Marine Chapter participating in the war."
He was suddenly confused.
Suddenly, at the final moment of death, the Butcher's Nail whipped his brain like self-destruction and vibrated at the base of his skull, and all questions returned.
"I am very grateful, my lord."
"You still know this?"
Catachan Second Regiment!
The traitors wielded chain axes and attacked him from the side at the same time.
The howl that had been filling the air turned into a strangled whine, and he coughed up blood, which then turned into a stream.
The warrior who was as gentle as the spring breeze one second turned into the most violent avenger the next.
Veronica seems to have worn something similar, but the effect is completely different...
As for the person who saved him, when the other person bent down and stretched out his hand to him, Creed noticed that he was not wearing a helmet, and his face was as holy and beautiful as a marble sculpture, with some battle marks on his cheeks.
The scars and golden hair resemble some epic heroes in church murals.
"She... um... is she... here... ah..."
As soon as Malakin, who was wearing a huge jumping bag, landed, he stepped on the traitor's chest and said:
When the other party came to him, Soshyan smelled a unique aroma mixed with incense and a light orchid fragrance.
The other party nodded with a smile, looking very gentle, then turned around and strode towards the battlefield.
Angels are ruthless, they are the embodiment of death. For them, those who live in simple houses have chosen to betray the Emperor. This is the judgment that the traitors deserve - there is no right or wrong, no hardship, no
mercy.
He was like a calm volcano suddenly erupting, rushing into the battlefield at the speed of a violent wind.
Creed turned his head.
The Khorne Berserker roared in pain, and an indescribable noise immediately echoed in the air.
———————
He remembered his name, Solidus, sergeant of the 27th Assault Company of the World Eaters—
An hour after Velez left, in Soshyan's bedroom, an emergency push-up session was entering its final stages.
As he spoke, he passed the bloody knife straight through the traitor's throat, and then made this miserable man sacrifice his ugly skull to his god.
Then he bent down and breathed into Soshiyang's ear, and whispered softly:
"Happy holidays, Soshyan..."
"Blood"
Everything is like a fragile white paper, torn and ravaged by the gods at will, and thrown into the ruthless vastness of the galaxy.
However, even so, the Cadian people still were not the first to rush to the wall of the middle nest as the generals expected, because this honor was snatched away by another army, which was called——
Although she is still dressed like a nun, her appearance is "thinner". She wears a black veil on her head, her golden hair is tied together, her delicate face should be wearing light makeup, and there is a tall and rounded neck under her elegant neck.
She was tightly wrapped in a piece of white clothing, maybe it was too tight. Soshyan keenly noticed that there seemed to be nothing inside, and it was rippling slightly as she moved around...
Jalan Kyle limped to Creed's side, and then looked at the yellow giants.
Creed switched to a Chimera and directed the troops to advance quickly. Blood flowed from the destroyed buildings. The Weepers had separated from the Cadian soldiers and fought alone.
He shook his chin and spoke vague words, but when he was about to die, the red mist that enveloped his mind began to dissipate, and the ticking implant seemed to give up scratching him.
The Khorne Berserker raised his ax again, and Jaran Kell flew towards him, but was slapped away by the opponent.
His lungs were filled with the smell of burning, and the war machines completely destroyed large areas of the hive. Perhaps now those who betrayed the Emperor and the Empire, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, will think about the problem at hand and understand what is going on.
It's called 'price'.
"...Tomorrow is the Emperor's Ascension Day, so you should take a break once in a while."
At that moment, Creed truly realized what contrast is.
Then he remembered.
Malakin sighed and chopped off his head with a knife.
However, when he raised his head, he saw Velez walking through the open door.
Soshyan squeezed out a smile on his face. The other party's clothes were a bit "weird" today.
Creed opened it and saw that the sign was indeed the Weeper, so he stuffed the book back into Jalan Kyle's arms.
He wondered how he got here and what happened to the other members of the team.
Just as Soshyan was processing the intelligence gathered from all aspects in his personal office, a gentle voice suddenly sounded, almost making him mistake it for Veronica.
"Ouch."
"I have a lot of things to do, so I forget to read it for a while."
Creed looked at the battlefield. The Weeper's support was very fast and powerful. The army had crossed the reserve defense line, and the heretics could no longer stop it.
Everything in his life.
A cold voice accompanied by a scream came from the sky, and then a yellow thigh's knee hit the Khorne berserker's face hard. This blow directly caused the Khorne believer to fall heavily to the ground, his whole face
sunk down.
The noise was so real and so penetrating that Creed penetrated Kalmis's mind. He knelt down in pain, as if something was stabbing his brain, as if it was about to explode.
"May you be redeemed in hell for everything you have done."
"The blood god doesn't care whose blood it is"
But now
All his vows.
The splay is a bit too high, almost reaching the crotch, but fortunately Velez's walking gait is very elegant, and it does not look very charming, but has a unique dignified charm.
Soshyan nodded slightly, and the other person was now beside him. When Velez bent down and put the plate on the table, the curves of the body tightly wrapped in the nun's uniform were clearly outlined, especially when he was given
The full fruits of the sacred duty of raising human offspring are far beyond Soshyan's previous expectations. He had never seen Velez being like this before...
"...you...seeing that you are so...excited...she must be...dressed...very coquettishly..."
"Remember...you...promise...ah..."
Soshiyang, whose muscles all looked like a layer of oil under the dim light, suddenly straightened up and stood up, and his push-up training suddenly turned into arm-strength training.
This sudden movement interrupted the words of Veronica, who was dripping with sweat. After involuntarily making a high-pitched trembling sound, she raised her head while hanging in the air, and then put her arms around the neck of her lover behind her, her red lips like
Fire, Soshiyang also lowered his head to greet it...
Tonight is New Year's Eve! Lao Mo is here to wish all readers good luck and good health in the new year! (Please bear with me for the chapter about risking death)