Anger and calmness, like lava and dry ice, coexist in Calvin's mind.
On the one hand, he was furious at Claudia's sacrifice and vowed to avenge her;
On the one hand, we must ensure that the fluctuations in the battle are not too large, so that enemies in the sky will notice something strange.
Crossing a distance of several kilometers, appearing here is already the limit of his psychic powers allowed to be used.
He was unwilling to use any more points for fear of scaring away those suspicious enemies.
But this did not delay his announcement of the death of the four traitors in front of him.
Facing the remaining Chaos Space Marines, his figure was like a ghost, instantly causing the targeting devices in their helmets to lose lock.
Before the sharp siren could dissipate in their ears, the left hand of Claudia's killer who was holding the chain ax was ripped off by the roots!
Under the horrified gazes of his comrades behind him, Calvin casually threw down his severed arm.
The remaining hand ignores the opponent's block and inserts directly from the center. After breaking through the defense, he directly grasps the opponent's neck.
Before the remaining three soldiers had time to react, they crushed the criminal's throat!
"You are!"
Finally a Chaos Space Marine felt something, but he never had the chance to speak out.
Calvin's huge body appeared in front of him at a speed that was difficult for him to react, and flattened his helmet with just one punch.
The neck armor lost its airtightness due to deformation and was still screaming sharply, but the servo had lost the life signal of the owner of the power armor...
It is impossible to describe the details of the battle, but the tragic sight of broken limbs and broken arms is reflected in the pupils of the frowning brows of the Night Lords in the sky.
"What is this?"
The officer of the First Claw looked solemnly at the scene coming from the battleship, and rarely made any sound.
The vertical observation angle prevented them from effectively obtaining Calvin's height and weight, so they could only choose to find first-hand video information from Dizi's channel.
However, the previous unpleasant relationship caused the two parties to no longer have trust, and the communications between the war gangs had long been encrypted.
By the time the battleship finally took advantage of its own equipment to crack the channel on the ground, the short battle had long since ended, and Calvin had long since disappeared into the mountains.
"I'm going to go to the First Claw. This guy has psychic abilities, and they might not be able to handle it."
Malthus's voice came from his bone-white skull helmet and rang in the ears of warband lord Melville de Witt.
This Astartes warrior whose gene seed was inherited from Talos Valkran, the legendary think tank of the Night Lords, is also a prophet with a more special status within the Legion's think tank and warband.
When he makes up his mind, Melvis, as the leader of the war gang, cannot easily stop him.
"Be careful, don't let the crow peck your claws."
Melvis thought Calvin was the champion of scolders, so he still complained to Malthus heartlessly.
But what he didn't know was that it was the arrival of this think tank who had a high level of understanding of the whole group that gave Calvin the real opportunity to board the battleship, thus sounding the death knell of the entire war gang.
The battle on the ground was coming to an end. Except for Arnold, the three Astartes had no results. The other two were injured in exchange for their lives, which stopped the pursuing Astartes.
Calvin has returned to the main force of the war gang led by Trish.
Under his deliberate inducement, these Chaos Space Marines thought that they had finally surrounded him and were only waiting for the final encirclement and suppression to end the battle.
The Night Lords have lost their patience and began to descend from the sky.
They made up their minds to end this boring show and take away their trophies with their own hands in front of their brothers to complete the final ritual.
Calvin in the ruins also saw the falling meteors in the sky. He breathed a long sigh of relief and let go of his heart.
A hard-working performance finally paid off. When the protagonists couldn't help but start to appear, their patience could finally end.
Calvin cannot forget the image of the Battle Sisters' sacrifice, just as he is destined to carry the faith of every dead comrade and continue to move forward.
He put away the medal he took off from the nun, then walked towards the direction of the landing of the Night Lords and walked out of the ruins.
"What are you doing here? To rob us of the fruits of victory?"
Trish stood in front of Malthus, and the emperor's sons behind him were slowly lining up to confront the bats coming off the airship.
The tense atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, but with the support of the battleships, the Night Lords seemed confident.
"Only what you get is yours. Besides, even if you get something, you can't change its owner, right?"
Malthus looked at Trish and said calmly, as if what he was talking about was not the spoils of war among the Astartes, but an insignificant thing.
The Night Lords behind him have begun to form a formation, taking the nearby commanding heights away from the Emperor's hands one by one.
Some of the top soldiers have even disappeared under the shroud of psychic energy, and are looking into the interior of the ruins.
The Thunderhawk, which had released the personnel, had also taken off again, and began to circle demonstratively at low altitude against the backdrop of the lowered battleships in the sky.
"You will pay the price for your arrogance!"
Trish could not hide his anger, just as he could not hide his incompetence.
Even if it is for the continuation of the battle group, he also understands that after this concession, he will definitely have no prestige when he returns to the subspace, and he will soon face one after another challenges from his comrades.
"Then...it's not something people like you need to worry about."
Malthus was too lazy to talk to this waste. What his fate would be, Malthus, who was also a member of the Chaos warband, knew exactly what his fate would be.
He looked at Trish with the eyes of a dying person for a few seconds, and then with a faint smile coming from behind his visor, he passed directly over his body and walked towards the ruins.
"Alert! There is a high-energy ether reaction!"
In the depths of the ruins, dazzling spiritual energy lights up!
The staff in his hand turned red and hot under the stimulation of this power!
The snow-like runes in the helmet's eyepiece formed a scarlet alarm, instantly filling his sight!
But before Malthus could react, with a bolt of white-gold lightning that split his liver and gallbladder, the thunder eagle hovering behind him had fallen with black smoke!
Malthus forced his emotions to remain stable, but his slightly trembling hands proved his shock at this time.
I don't know when the huge subspace position covered dozens of kilometers nearby. The terrifying pressure made his vision distorted, as if he had returned to the time when he first came into contact with the power of the gods.
What is that?
How could there be such a powerful psychic reaction?
What are they facing?
The group of wizards hidden in the Star Torch Court by the Empire?
Impossible!
The barrier between the empire and the warp is so fragile today, and the power of ether is so active even in reality!
How come these witchcraft practitioners who only survive by guarding the rotting corpse dare to appear outside the palace?
What could it be? Another messenger of the gods?
But how could such a being appear near them and yet leave them ignorant of it?
The soldiers who entered the ruins earlier were undoubtedly in danger.
Malthus had no time to pay attention to their life and death now. He exchanged glances with Trish, who was also looking solemn behind him, to confirm that neither of them knew the situation here.
What could that be?
It can’t be the Red Prince himself who has arrived, right?
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