A traitor roared and tightened his waist and abdomen, raised the chainsaw axe in his hand, and then fell down with a bang.
Kalistarius raised his magic sword to block it, and the interlaced sharp teeth of the chain saw axe set in a meaningless confrontation with Vitalus' holy blade, which aroused a burst of sparks and smoke.
The traitor of the son of Horus was still struggling to death. Kalistarius poured more psychic energy into the blade of his weapon "Vitalus" and held the chain saw axe tightly in place.
The traitor took a step back, roaring and dragging his weapon with force - this action was immediately captured by the think tank, and he rushed forward with the force and swung his sword.
In an instant, a big head flew up.
Kalistarius let go of the clamp of the chainsaw axe, took a step back and watched the traitor's scorching body fall to the ground.
Dingding Ding———
The electric bell rings loudly, and Kalistarius follows his inner instinct and quickly rushes towards the broken door he has seen before.
The next moment, he suddenly flashed into the command deck, and his whole body stopped due to this sudden change.
There was a huge pit over fifty meters deep in the hole on the deck, and the walls were filled with leaping sparks and light smoke of different colors.
Kalistarius shook out the phantom wings born behind him and jumped into the pit.
He rushed out from the end of the tunnel, and Vitalus was ready to go, launching a fierce attack on the heretics who had been waiting for a long time at the other end: Vitalus' sword edge, with the rage of a powerful enemy, cut all the enemies blocking them into scrap iron and minced meat.
The crimson symbolizing the Ninth Legion is fighting desperately with the green that represents the Sixteenth Legion in every inch of space that can be seen. The bridge of the soul of revenge seems to tear apart the curtain of time woven by many reality.
The heroic warriors in red armor waved the chainsaws and bombs in their hands, and rolled up a bloody massacre hurricane among the traitors under Horus - they were the Holy Blood Angels.
At the same time, he is also his noble descendant.
San Gilles, he heard the warriors call him this.
Who is Kalistarius?
But it doesn't matter anymore.
"For the Emperor!"
He roared and flew over the chaotic battlefield under his feet, and the noble red and golden armor shone with a divine light: no attack can hurt him, no filth can be defiled by the slightest traitors—the despicable traitors have no way to escape before him.
"Calistarius!"
The familiar voice from behind him attracted him to turn: it was a familiar person, familiar armor.
Dante was slaughtering among the traitors, rushing towards Kalistarius - the lenses in his helmet's eyes flashed with pale blue arcs and a hoarse voice.
"Calistarius!"
Who is Kalistarius?
Who is Dante?
He staggered and slowly moved towards the other end of the stage.
"I am……"
While murmuring, he waved his sword and used a fatal slash.
The horrible truth shook his heart: for a moment, he realized that he had transformed into San Gilles.
"I'm lost?"
"No!"
He shouted loudly, his tone filled with rage, and began to cruelly slaughter the traitors in front of him, and used his sword blade to cut all their burly chests open, soaking the ancient stage under his feet with the splattering blood.
"This is impossible!"
The think tank was looking for a figure of an existence impatiently. He twisted his head hard and looked around, roaring and cursing the reality: How could he have come to his ending in this dilapidated and floating ruin like this meaninglessly!?
Where is Horus?
Where is Horus!
Furious climbed rapidly, everything in front of him disappeared, and the bridge of the flagship of Horus, the soul of Revenge, filled his vision.
This giant ship that covered the sky and overturned the glorious dynasty, leaving only a fragmented empire and a glorious recollection of the past behind it. The dark madness ignited the anger of resentment in the depths of the soul: the sub-space spiritual power filled with my chest was fiercely boiling, and ruthlessly boiled every inch of the vein in my limbs and bones.
Then, two terrifying lights of death shot out from his eyes, melting through the hull with unstoppable power, igniting a fire that stretched out across the battlefield.
The soldiers and the four walls of the ship exploded together, and were melted into orange-red iron slag by the crimson hot wind like a tsunami.
Burn all the heaven and earth, destroy everything-
This is the last choice left to him in the world!
Galaxy World betrayed him!
He shouldn't have endured such a fate!
The blood redness of the burning psychic energy in the brain of the think tank turned into a critical pale, and everything around it turned into powder.
"Calistarius!"
This familiar and unfamiliar name called back his subtle consciousness. He suddenly realized that both the traitor and the Holy Blood Angel were all slumped in the pile of rubble with small blue ghost fires.
Although most of them were trying hard to clear the ruins covering their bodies, several angels and traitors still had no sound: their limbs and torso were torn by huge force, and their internal organs were crushed and cut out by the bent pottery steel armor pieces, emitting a burnt aroma of flesh.
A presence in golden light fell from the sky, San Gillino, who knew its name.
"Don't surrender! Don't get lost! You must never fall into the abyss! Think about the consequences!"
The think tank shook its head dullly, with Venus all over its eyes.
But the black rage counterattack became more and more intense, and the memories thousands of years ago eroded the reality in his eyes again - the illusion of the existence of a revenge soul is the death knell symbolizing the end of the Holy Blood descendants.
Suddenly, a trace of cold logic flowed into the turbid mind of the think tank, trying to penetrate the gloomy noise and mania of all directions.
He reached out to protect it in his palm, trying to clarify its true face - it was a hole, a nothingness.
The think tank pulled his mind out of his rage and jumped into the big dark hole.
At that moment, his faces with his fighting brothers were gradually moving away, and his soul finally transcended the broken body and broke into the nothingness alone.
Just as everything was silent, an ancient and holy blood angel emerged from nothingness and approached the think tank: its incomprehensible power spawned screams and wails surrounding the ears, and the overwhelming aura pierced the naked soul of the think tank and dragged the roar out of the darkness.
"Are you willing to protect yourself and bring you an endless doomsday?"
The angel spoke with millions of echoes.
"Are you willing to bear the curse and save the blood brothers who are deeply trapped in water and fire?"
The screams around him were still arguing, but Kalistarius had already made up his mind and realized that he would return again and he would continue to be loyal.
The fury that enveloped the battle group will be cage with his soul and will never be reappeared on earth. He will devote his life to fighting with it with all his might until the last drop of blood is shed.
He chose to embrace the darkness into his arms and leave the precious short-lived light to his blood brothers.
Although he cannot stop the arrival of the battle group's doomsday, nor can he save his brother who falls into flaws, he can give the rage a headache and delay its progress.
He was willing to give the battle group an additional sealed and furious cell, an additional fortress against madness, and a more strong shield to resist reality's advance - this is the wealth left by San Gilles to the younger generation.
Sacrifice never means giving up, but for real hope!
If you can buy a moment of precious time for the brothers in the battle group, what's the point of turning into a demon?
Gradually, the warrior who was once named Kalistarius was broken.
When he appeared again, he already had a brand new name-