Chapter 64: Despair - The Appearance of Messengers of Despair
"Ridiculous!" The tribe warrior watched the dismissed Alstin leave, but could not stop him.
And this "ridiculous" rebuke also implicitly points to the order of the Prophet's Council.
He could not understand the wishes of the prophets, why they had clearly abandoned Alstin's position but did not impose any restrictions on him.
And he is destined not to understand.
Because as two paths that were also passed down by the Phoenix King, the class represented between the prophet and the tribe warrior in the Arkworld was destined to prevent him from touching the secret behind Alstin.
Alstin left like this, and until the Eldar who took over his position arrived, no one had the right to restrict his freedom.
And this is exactly what the big guys in parliament want to see.
Because of the "dual" orders he accepted, he was destined to have to face the "cursed one" with a "subtle attitude" while controlling the battle situation of "Farr".
He cannot be allowed to win - because the whereabouts of the Dark Hand and another holy object directly determine the existence of Blackstone Fortress, which involves the secret of the root;
He cannot go to ruin - because the oracles in the Pantheon have told him:
The fate of the cursed will be directly related to the god lost in destiny and predicted to be able to kill Slaanesh...
No victory, no defeat.
This was the order secretly given to Alstin by the popular group in the Council of Prophets who belonged to Uthwe Ark.
And even though Calvin has not yet truly set foot on the battlefield, his identity has not been exposed to these Eldar.
But this attitude, which is almost "playing with fate", still makes Alstin feel ridiculous... and sad for their arrogance in his increasingly less and less awake time.
Main continental plate, lower level of Zerita No. 1 hive city.
Sulla and his team have been fighting for more than 24 hours since they landed on the ground.
And if this time is counted from the time when the Order of the Battle Sisters was betrayed, it would have to be even earlier.
The battle lasted so long for them that the act of killing no longer required any thought.
Raise your fist...shoulder bump...swing your sword...shoot...
The endless killings have caused these actions to occupy their brains and merge into their instincts.
Although the reinforcements that the enemy was waiting for met with various surprises, they finally arrived as expected after they fought to a certain point.
Huh...huh...huh...
Breaths like bellows being torn apart resounded in the chests of the Astartes warriors.
Even with superhuman endurance, they still feel tired.
The wear and tear of muscles from thousands of swings made these giants inevitably feel pain;
And the palm holding the sword couldn't even be released after the fighting stopped.
"No more...no more?"
Mirius placed his chainsword on the ground and asked his comrades in between gasps.
Just when they arrived at the open space in front of the Aegis Station, the enemy's corpses poured in, making it difficult for the Astartes to take care of themselves.
As the most adept at melee combat among the Sisters of Battle, even she had to fight on the front line.
"I really want to say it is..." Sura looked at the Aegis Station at the end of his field of vision, with more regret in his eyes.
Two hours ago, they almost thought they would succeed.
After occupying a communication broadcast station, they first sent a communication to the galaxy, and then received a response from the Heretic Tribunal in less than half an hour.
Yes, the reply clearly stated that as long as you can get out of the bottom of the hive city alive, you only need to capture the Aegis Station on the edge of the hive city.
Then a fleet of Valkyrie aircraft from the Inquisition spaceship will build a path for them to leave here after reaching the interior of the atmosphere.
But Sulla knew that they had no chance.
Although in the distant sky, he could see the Valkyrie fighter planes that came to greet them, braving the artillery fire from the Aegis station and approaching to bomb;
But after this last wave of corpses passed, Sulla was able to "see" the enemies standing in front of them from the reminders of his portable augury.
Those "traitors" wearing Terminator power armor stood on their only way to the Aegis Station.
"How many?" Brother Seven asked him.
"Many...many..." Sulla did not say the number of enemies, because it was meaningless.
And when those "compatriots" wearing black armor appeared with the unique pace of the Terminator.
Brother Seven, who wanted to ask questions, finally gave up his luck and began to carefully examine the chain sword in his hand, conducting a final inspection of the equipment before the decisive battle.
What a powerful enemy that is, and what a blasphemous scene it is!
When these Astartes warriors who betrayed their faith and betrayed the Empire appeared in a lineup of more than half a company, all equipped with Terminator power armor.
Even the battle nuns, who were known for their fanatical beliefs, inevitably felt a hint of despair while praying to the emperor.
That is an invincible enemy, an enemy that is enough to completely destroy them just by using the storm bolter with the blasphemous rune in their hand.
They even have to thank their enemies for their arrogance, because it is this arrogance that gives them the chance to fight in the end.
Of course they have to "thank" the enemy's arrogance, because even though they have given up hope of survival, their hatred for the traitors still makes the swords in their hands extremely hot.
"Surrender, or die."
Farkus Kaibo walked with heavy steps at the forefront of the Chaos Astartes.
After symbiosis with the devil, his body became even more inhumanly strong.
A group of traitors walked behind him, like evil spirits surrounding the devil.
And the leader of the Messenger of Despair did not live up to the favor of the Destruction Power. He used the simplest words to make this battle full of blood before it began.
"Traitor!" The Death Watch will not surrender, and even less so the Sisters of Battle.
Faith and loyalty are as precious to them as life, and losing the former is more shameful than death!
This is an unnecessary dialogue in the first place, because the two sides have expressed enough attitudes with each other's blood in the past ten thousand years!
"Then accept your death!"
Farkus Kaibo lifted his sword with satisfaction and strode towards the servants of the pseudo-emperor who were preparing for a decisive battle.
And among the crowd behind him, there were also an equal number of Chaos Astartes as the combat team walking out.
This is a duel, but in their eyes it is even more of a sacrifice.
The battle nuns behind the Death Watch also gently put Padilla down and then walked towards the center of the battlefield.
"Well……"
The weak moans made the battle nuns slow down. In their disbelieving eyes, the saint who fell into a coma finally woke up at this critical moment.
The enemy's footsteps were also stopped by the woman with wings on her back.
Because this battle nun with obvious mystical characteristics already made them feel threatened when she woke up!
who I am?
I was there?
What am I going to do?
Questioning of the soul always appears in self-retrospection.
And when she felt the particularly obvious power of blasphemy in front of her, the woman who carried the emperor's will began the process of continuing her anger even before she woke up!
I am Padilla! I am the Emperor's daughter!
I am in this land shrouded in evil!
I'm going to kill all the evil within my sight!
"Then go ahead."
The golden figure in the soul said so, and in response to His promise, the few remaining golden essence deep in Padilla's soul began to burn blazingly in the next moment!
"Hold on a little longer!" Another voice said at the same time.
But Padilla's soul was already filled with anger at this time.
That silver figure only flashed across her consciousness.
Buzz! A low chirp rippled in the air.
And that woman was small and fragile, strange and dangerous in the eyes of the fallen Astartes.
It was in a strange suspension, slowly spreading its wings.
The golden crown emerged simultaneously with the blazing flames beneath her feet!
But the wings that symbolized purity were already unfolding as she raised her head in full view of everyone!
"Kill her!" Farkus Kebo screamed.
The screams from the demon inside him made him feel a huge crisis.
When faced with this supernatural power, he did not hesitate and decisively gave up the previous ridiculous duel.
Tom! Tom! Tom! Tom! Tom! Tom!
A dense rain of bullets shot out from the hands of the rows of Chaos Astartes;
Hundreds of bullets carrying blasphemous runes stopped in front of Padilla after flying briefly.
A golden energy barrier emerged from the void under the impact of these bullets.
At the same time, there was also the golden blessing that descended on the head of every imperial soldier!
"Emperor's blessing!"
Sulla and his comrades knelt down on one knee, completely ignoring the shots from the messengers of despair.
And when the light dimmed for a few seconds, the bolt shells that extinguished the tail flames fell to the ground.
These warriors belonging to the emperor finally raised their eyes full of fighting spirit in prayer!
"Kill! For the Black Warmaster!" This is the battle cry of the messengers of despair.
The Terminators raised their heavy steps, and amidst the roar of electromagnetic muscles and the shaking of skulls on the trophy rack, they ran with their battle axes full of spikes and inscriptions high!
The sound caused by the charging of the rows of giants even gave the illusion that the earth was shaking.
"Kill! For the Golden Throne!"
The Death Watch and Battle Sisters were also shouting, and the golden color reflected on their bodies made them look even more sacred!
The distance between the two camps was rapidly shortening, and after a violent armor collision.
The power sword in Sulla's hand at the front of the crowd, which was slashing from bottom to top, was colliding head-on with the long sword in the hand of the Chaos Astartes named Kaibo!
boom!
After the sharp metal collision, there was the harsh friction between sword blades.
In the huge collision, the two warriors inevitably held swords with both hands.
And after a moment of wrestling, the two figures that were approaching extremely quickly quickly pulled away from each other after a sudden exertion of force!
Sura's body was slightly backward, adjusting the impact just now with a subtle gesture.
The power armor he is equipped with does not have an advantage in the collision with the Terminator, but that golden power is what allows him to continue fighting!
Farkus Kaibo's condition is much better, which obviously depends on the thickness of his armor.
The martial arts of this veteran from the Luna Wolf were obviously more mature. He stopped and retreated after being slightly sluggish.
Then, while observing Sura's posture with his inhuman dynamic vision, he also turned the long sword in his hand and began to walk sideways to explore!
"External power is ultimately false, and the false emperor you rely on is even less trustworthy!"
Farkus Kaibo tried to use words to disturb Sulla's heart, while the two-handed sword in his hand stretched and contracted like a python.
"Can you believe in your strength? You are a fatherless man!"
Sulla stood still, slightly adjusting the posture of holding the sword.
But his mouth was not idle, and while buying himself some buffer time, he instinctively used his diplomat's "tongue".
"How dare you!" Farkus Kaibo was furious in an instant. The death of Horus was a scar for all Luna Wolves.
And the heir of Guilliman in front of him actually dared to mention this in front of him!
Buzz!
Farkus, who lost control of his emotions, strode forward, but the sword in his hand began to attack insidiously.
The blade of his sword exerts force at his waist, thrusting forward in a seemingly upward posture;
But on the handle of the two-handed sword, his sword-holding hand was making subtle adjustments.
Once Sulla dares to provoke a fight, what awaits him is a sudden forceful thrust forward!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sulla obviously did not notice this detail, and this is the age gap between the two.
This kind of instantaneous burst of martial arts is the accumulation of skills of the long sword that Farkus is good at as a weapons master in the legion era.
Compared with this veteran who can hold the title of champion in the entire Black Legion, Sura has a huge gap in both age and experience!
Boom!
Sulla looked at the sword blade coming at an angle and subconsciously parried with Ultramar's standard swordsmanship.
But when the sword blade in his hand collided at the four-fifths point, he thought it was the optimal point of force.
The long sword that was supposed to give him enough pressure failed to exert any force at the moment of the confrontation. Instead, it went straight forward, directly into the gap between his neck armor!
Buzz!
A golden power exploded on Sura's body.
At the moment when the sword reached his neck, Sulla opened his eyes wide and swung the sword towards Farkus with determination.
Clang!
The collision between the long sword and the neck armor made a clanging sound, and the next second, the slash of the power sword was blocked by the opponent's shoulder armor coming sideways!
call!
Sulla drew back and breathed violently, feeling the fear and hope between life and death.
He didn't even need to lower his head to check. Just from what he felt at that moment, he knew that there must be a deep sword mark on his neck armor.
And his ability to escape from this almost fatal blow definitely relied on the Emperor's blessing on him...
But only this time...
"But, it's only this time!"
Farkus's taunt hit Sulla's thoughts, while the tall and ferocious body was pacing sideways.
Sura was breathing heavily and staring closely at the opponent's footsteps.
But the tall Shadow Moon Wolf was leisurely looking for opportunities.
The imperial soldiers on the battlefield are being surrounded by enemies and are in trouble.
But Sulla and the depraved man in front of him were still facing off.
But everyone clearly understands that the next time the two swords clash, it will be the time to decide their life or death.