Gonzalo saw a Night Lord gliding low through the crowd, his clawed feet brushing over their heads, his helmet carved into a snarling skull face, eyes flashing with cold fire.
The harsh roar turned to a whisper as he swept through the crowd.
"Scream...we are here for you..."
The Death Watch responded immediately.
"For the Emperor!"
The bolters in their hands fired fiercely, and the Midnight Raptors quickly ascended, circling and dodging, taunting and tormenting, but only killing those who fled.
"Damn the timid bastard, come down here if you have the guts!"
Dontaye cursed as he fired his bolter at the shadows flying across the sky and brandished his battle ax.
Suddenly, all the searchlights in the square burst out, and then a thick shadow enveloped the area, reducing visibility to less than five meters in an instant.
It moved its steps, and the tips of the long limbs that could hardly be called feet, the black claws sparkled, sparks burst out from the friction with the roof - they were not forged from flesh or metal, but made of darkness itself.
Claws forged from raw matter.
That is not true.
Dontaye turned sideways and blocked the attack with his pauldrons. The armor stood up, but it disrupted his attack. The raptor immediately lit up his backpack and rushed towards him, knocking off his bolter and grabbing him.
He picked him up and threw him down, then stepped on his chest with one foot and the hand holding the ax with the other, nailing him to the ground.
All the birds of prey gathered above the city like scavengers, ready to feast.
"What--"
"You have become weaker than I remembered..."
The raptor was igniting his backpack and trying to take off, but the tomahawk struck him firmly on the back, dragging him directly back to the ground.
As he climbed up with the ax in hand, every breath ripped through his chest like a burst of broken glass, but he still jumped up with his arms raised and roaring.
Before the claws could be chopped off, the wild wolf roared and raised its free arm.
"At least he can leave this for me when I kill that guy named Modas,"
When the wild wolf just tried to find his comrades, the shadow suddenly disappeared, as if the whole world turned white.
"Look at that, what a wonderful hunting ground."
But this is it, Vasco Gor, Lord of the Shadowwraiths, nicknamed Shadowclaw, a demon prince.
Dontaye does not like them all, but comrades are comrades after all, and their relationship transcends blood. They live together and will die together.
"Um!?"
"See you again in winter"
"Death to heretics!"
Pain filled the entire universe, and countless banshee-like screams overwhelmed his senses. The subspace was like a descending sharp blade, slowly entering the physical universe. All the light that once existed was sucked dry, and all reality was swallowed up.
and burned down.
Hoarse sounds of hatred floated out from the beast's head and split jaw, and saliva even dripped onto the Death Watch's armor.
As it spoke, it raised its hand and pointed at a crack on the left chest.
It is surrounded by smoke, like the steam of a forge, and spikes of shadow protrude from its spine. When it breathes, the light and shadow sway, seeming to announce that the eternal night has risen and the light will always be there.
won't come.
Pascal, from the Emperor's Spear Chapter.
As the chains were thrown out, several broken corpses were hung on the roof of the Governor's Palace. They were members of the killing squad that had been lurking in the city.
Then Dontaye saw his comrades from the Death Watch staggering through the smoke and shadows. Everyone was wounded. Gonzalo's helmet also fell off. There were more than a dozen wounds bleeding on his dark face, and there were people lying on the ground.
Among the six raptor corpses, and the three death watch corpses, Dontaye remembered their names.
The enemy swooped down with huge force and knocked down the Wolf. He crashed into the steps of the Governor's Palace. The three panicked militiamen were immediately crushed to pulp by the heavy Space Marines, and even the concrete floor cracked.
When he stood up, he was almost as tattered and bloody as the thing he had killed.
The Space Wolf stood up at lightning speed, swinging his ax at his opponent, but the opponent ducked, and then the bolter on the claw holster suddenly fired, tearing his chest.
When it spoke, it was with some evil amusement, and the sound was a mixture of screams and echoes of tortured souls, twisted and horrifying, taking shape in everyone's brains.
"Fools are always blind to the truth!"
Suddenly, the Demon Prince tugged on the chain on his hand, and his once human eyes stared at the Death Watch below with endless ridicule.
But in the end, the wolf's tomahawk tore open the opponent's throat, and blood sprayed ten meters into the air. The raptor's body only trembled for a few seconds and stopped making any movement.
"Brothers, I-"
The next second, the ground under his feet was torn apart like paper and crumpled into a ball in the sharp steel hands, followed by a wave of extreme pain.
Duntaye gritted his teeth, and his body slid along the rocky concrete with a burst of sparks, and the abused power armor made a sharp friction sound.
Suddenly, the shadow changed and became twisted and tightened steel flesh, filled with evil runes. It seemed to have different faces in every dimension, and then those faces disappeared in an instant and turned into smoke.
As if the entity felt uncomfortable - when it opened its mouth, its throat burned with immaterial energy, which emitted not light but shadow.
Struggling to stand up, the bloody wolf looked up and stared at the incarnation of terror that had stained reality with its existence. The raptors were also there, but now they remained still and silent, as if they had turned into dark statues.
The two began to roll and grapple, and the wolf smashed the opponent's chin with a headbutt, and the opponent's claws also tore a deep scratch on his left face.
"Your corpse emperor is a lie..."
Duntaye fell to his knees, and when he raised his head with difficulty,
A behemoth stood on the broken roof of the Governor's Palace, its wings of tattered leather folded together, its body switching between entity and nothingness, its eyes as if on fire, releasing smoke and ash.
As it pointed its fingers skyward, demonic raptors flew like vultures, chainswords roared, guns gleamed in the dark, they cheered, cackled, screamed, twisted armor flashed
Shining with evil light, like embers in a coal furnace.
But Dontaye no longer cared about the broken flesh and bones beneath him and on his body, and instinctively rolled to the side, ripping his claws towards his previous position and splitting the floor.
Before Duntaye heard the roar of the propeller, his instinct gave him enough warning, and he immediately roared and ducked to the side, and then a clawed foot hit his shoulder armor.
Armaniaz, from the Eagle Warrior Chapter.
Bradford, from the Howling Griffin Chapter.
It's also beyond reality.
A grenade with the fuse flew up to an altitude of twenty meters, and then exploded as soon as the raptor reacted. The explosive force and shock wave pushed both of them away instantly.
As they swooped down together, the sky was filled with their howls and hissing sounds of whatever unnatural force was supporting them.
The Daemon Prince roared in pleasure, rejoicing in the carnage that had taken place, and the wails rose like smoke - the screams of the fearful, the groans of the tortured, the cries of the dying, these sounds, amplified by the shadows, struck all death
Watching nerves.
"Did you taste it?"
It lowered its head and whispered:
"Have you tasted the horror of this world? It's... well... it's intoxicating."