Morinite's warband sprinted down the central passage leading to the starport, which was a loading area for tankers carrying fuel and munitions.
Fury was building in the World Eater's heart, and he knew his battle-brothers were experiencing the same torment.
They were the sons of Angron, and like their primarch, they were implanted with the Butcher's Nails, a device that unleashed the violent potential within the human psyche.
At critical moments in battle, Angron's warriors can harness the boiling water of wrath and use it as a sharp blade to cut down their enemies.
The Emperor also denounced the further use of the implants, believing that they would render the World Eaters unstable.
But Angron used his wisdom to avoid the decree of the Emperor of Mankind, and although the decree still existed, he persisted.
They are killing machines, Morinite felt this from his burning blood and marrow. What greater honor could there be than serving the Blood God with blood?
Despite the tight time limit, Morinite encouraged his soldiers to kill as they approached the frigate.
Bleeding will sharpen the sense of the coming battle.
His only instruction was: don't stop.
The World Eaters carried out this task with brutal efficiency, and the ground between the breach point and their current location was littered with a pile of lowly corpses.
However, this reckless killing will eventually come with a price.
As Morinite and his warriors advanced, the orbital station's starport dock looked like a tangled metal mesh.
Beyond that, there's the Saber of Glory, like a sleeping, resting predator.
The World Eater ran towards the end of the strait and the open pier in the distance. The smell of blood hit his nose. The road ahead began to become narrow, and he had a bad premonition.
Just when Morinite prayed to the Blood God that they had not been discovered, a group of uniformed defenders appeared in front of them, blocking their way.
They were armed with various heavy weapons, surrounded the passage with flames, illuminated the semi-dark passage with muzzle flashes, and even fired armor-piercing rockets.
The chest of a warrior warrior next to Morinite was exploded by a rocket, his armor was torn open and blood dripped, but he could still continue to fight.
"Charge! Charge up!"
Morinite immediately ordered a charge, but he did not notice that their position was actually very awkward.
His warband was pinned down on either side by huge fuel barrels stacked atop the massive warehouse structure. Panicked slave laborers and mindless servitors, frightened by the commotion, wandered onto their paths.
on, chopped down or crushed to death by a chainsaw and a tomahawk,
The World Eaters tried to close in on the enemy to regain the advantage, but failed to notice the death traps on either side of them.
Then, one of the fuel tanks was hit by a cannonball, and instantly exploded with a yellow-white flame.
A stream of flames splashed into the air like ink, and a killed servitor was thrown on the edge of the explosion's shock wave like a rag doll. Many soldiers closer to the battlefield were directly roasted or torn to pieces.
The concussive force generated by the explosion directly tore a World Eater into pieces.
He was smashed against the metal wall panel of the warehouse. The wall panel did not succumb to the sudden impact of the large amount of flesh and armor fragments, and the battle was crushed like this.
When the alarm sensor failed, Morinette could feel the heat of the explosion even through his helmet.
He staggered, but still stood firm and shouted orders to charge.
They were very close to their target, and the Glory Saber filled his field of vision like a long steel wall.
"Don't stop! Don't stop! Charge up! Charge up and seize the frigate and we can leave!!"
As they crossed the line of fire and moved forward quickly, a shadow was cast in Morinette's eyes, which was the huge viewing platform overlooking the pier.
Out of instinct, he glanced up and saw a row of soldiers in silver-gray armor aiming at them with bolt guns.
"Damn-"
The next second, death poured down like hailstones, and a large amount of promethium and flames were released from the gun muzzle.
Morinite quickly rolled to the blind spot covered by fire, but a soldier beside him was distracted and his dodge speed was a little slower.
Later, he paid the price for his laxity.
A beam of scorching plasma blasted a hole through his body, and World Eater was cooked directly by his armor.
He fell to the ground with a thud, but before he fell to the ground, several of his brothers lifted his body up and used it as a temporary cover. This is the survival rule of the Chaos warband - everything is to stay alive as the ultimate goal.
But there was still a World Eater who was shot in the knee first under the heavy rain of bullets. When he knelt down, two explosive bombs exploded on his helmet and neck at the same time, and then he fell down.
Morinite fired back with his bolt pistol, vaguely glimpsing the target above him in the flash of fire and metal fragments.
Other World Eaters followed him, guns drawn, and fired back, their weapons adding to the firepower of the return fire.
The remaining people who had been affected in the area when the fighting began were blown to pieces by the fighting fire, the roar of guns and the shriek of shrapnel mingling with their screams.
Morinette gasped and clung to the nearest barrier.
He looked around, measured the terrain, and assessed whether there were any other ways to approach the Glory Saber.
In fact, from the moment the puppet emperor's lackeys appeared, he knew that the war gang's destruction was inevitable. There must be a battleship or even a fleet waiting for them outside.
But he will never give up, nor will he sit still and wait for death. They are the soldiers of the Blood God. Even if they die, they will drown in the blood of their enemies.
Then he noticed that between the crane and the fuel tank, a narrow passage had formed, above which was an observation deck supported by metal pillars, a ring of steel bars supporting the refueling rack, defense turrets and a bunch of sensors.
This was a weakness that could be broken through. When the firepower of explosive bombs continued to suppress them, Morinite stayed in the bunker and yelled.
"Concentrate your firepower there!"
he shouted over the din, trying to drown out the noise.
This method worked quickly.
After the second exchange of fire, a series of small explosions erupted on the observation platform. The affected areas were blown to pieces, and the soldiers on top had to leave the high place to prevent collapse.
Morinette stood up and loudly gave the final order before the smoke cleared.
"Attack! Attack now! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!!!!"
"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God!!!!"
The renegade Astartes broke through the bunker and rushed out, leaving the dead behind, shouting horrifying slogans.
At the same time, twenty Astartes wearing silver-gray armor emerged from the thick smoke released from the ruins and launched a countercharge.
"For the Emperor!!"
For a long time afterwards, Soshyan regretted his decision.
"Fire!"
Morinite shouted, and the World Eaters obeyed his orders.
Both sides fired a final round of pistol fire on the way to the charge.
The results were brutal.
Soldiers on both sides fell under the explosive bombs. When the bullets hit them, their bodies twitched and spun violently. Blood spurted in unknown directions, and then fell at the feet of their comrades.
As a result of the exchange of fire, one man fell on Morinite's side and one on the opposite side.
Given the speed of the Astartes, each of them only had one salvo. The highly disciplined Astartes threw away their firearms before engaging the enemy.
The glory of the four Chaos Space Marines has completely faded away, leaving only endless madness.
Although it was his first time fighting the Chaos Space Marines, Soshyan did not feel intimidated. On the contrary, he was only angry, especially when those cowards would swing their swords at the weaker ones and decorate themselves with mortal flesh.
They brought shame to the name of the Astartes, and Soshyan rushed to the front without hesitation.
This was a group of rough guys, they were scarred, but they still approached Soshyan with axes.
Soshyan responded to his roar by stabbing one of them in the chest with his sword.
He did not fall down, but grabbed Soshyan's weapon and tried his best to drive the ax to Soshyan's head.
Soshyan raised his leg and kicked the bastard to the side, then thrust the power sword into his chest, jerked it to the right, causing his body to spin in the air, and then crashed into his fallen compatriot.
"Is this the former World Eater?"
Soshyan spat.
"That's all."
Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Soshiyang saw a World Eater beheading a warrior, causing blood to rush into his head.
The cold gray marrow quickly spread to his limbs and bones.
In the melee, the blood mist was accompanied by the terrifying sound of axes chopping bones. Although they were surrounded by cruel people with an absolute disadvantage in numbers, madness still raged on the World Eaters. They did not collapse, but exchanged their lives for a
Fight with the momentum of life.
The hot ground was soon soaked with the blood of killing.
After more than ten seconds of confrontation, the three World Eaters dragged the six Astral Knights to the ground.
Soshyan, on the other hand, has already faced off against the leader and last enemy of this war gang, Morinite.