Chapter 455 Inevitable Injury (Additional Chapter)
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"For the... slurp! What do these things want to do? I thought they wouldn't run out from inside."
As Serafus estimated, they successfully retreated back to the tunnel exit along the original route, but soon they found that the black ghosts once again seeped out from the cracks in the walls and the ground around them.
Soon, the temporary defense circle of the assault team was compressed into a very small corner-thanks to Pasanius's magical promethium flame gun, it continued to work and spewed out scorching flames, but no one was willing to risk entering the arch tunnel again.
"Are you okay, old crow?! This sewer thing is almost crawling on my boots! I can't blow it up immediately!" Svolgard picked up a thigh bone from someone and poked the shadow that was slowly crawling towards him with disgust. Several eyes of different sizes suddenly opened inside and stared at him.
"Give me another seven... no, nine seconds!" Serafus had finished drawing the magic circle and adjusted the beacon. "The invocation of psychic energy is a skill of the highest order! It's not some rune thing that can be used casually!"
"Since they have already seeped out, why don't they continue to attack us?" said Jeffer, waving a makeshift torch. This very old and traditional adventurer equipment is better than a grenade launcher in close defense. "This makes me feel uneasy."
"You are right." Uriel replied, while casting his eyes behind the black sludge shadows of the group, where the reflections of flags and weapons swayed, and began to appear gray and power armor with yellow and black stripes.
Apparently the lord here did not leave them alone, but decided to keep his uninvited guests before they left.
A tall iron warrior, holding an ancient and extremely huge hot melt gun, stood behind the soldiers and supervised them. These soldiers also had heavy weapons in their hands, which was not good.
But this still made him secretly relieved in his heart-even Chaos Space Marines, no matter what, are still considered "people" who can be understood.
Seraface's voice rang out in Uriel's communication beads like a whisper: "Give me a few more seconds, and be ready to move towards me as soon as you see the beacon glow! Uriel, talk to him, talk about anything!"
Ventries blinked, then shouted to the warrior, "Who are you?"
"Grendel." The warrior's hair was shaved short, leaving only a row in the middle of his head. On his uneven scarred face, there was a savage passion - the desire for war, blood and skulls almost overwhelmed his once rational self. "Kardas Grendel."
Svolgard wrinkled his nose and bared his teeth at him. For a moment, the two Space Marines standing on both sides, both with axes, confronted each other like the war hounds of the blood god and the homeless stray wolf.
"Are these black things your little pets?" Uriel asked, and at the same time, he and Pasanius took a step forward, trying to cover up Seraface's small movements behind them - the latter's figure, which was similar to that of a Terminator, blocked the view from the front well.
"You mean these Exuviae? No, no, they are just a mixture of garbage from the slaughterhouses and factory sewers of Karan-Gol, a collection of the most useless fragments from the laboratories of the undertakers - they can move because they are mixed with some leftover souls and machine spirits? Maybe. But they are as rampant as pests here. But they have a good appetite for those who don't belong here."
"Look, in this case, we will leave here immediately, and we will not interfere with each other. We are just some... wandering explorers. We don't want to cause too much trouble."
Pasanius' eyes widened in horror at the hypothetical implication in Uriel's words that even a fragment of his words would be immediately fired at by the priest brothers, and the other traitors laughed in agreement.
Grendel shook his head. "No, my lord ordered me to capture you." There was a kind of eager joy in his voice, "Fortunately, he didn't say that all of them must be alive." "Your lord?" Uriel asked knowingly, "Tolamino?" At the same time, he also saw the bloodlust in Grendel's eyes - this Iron Warrior would definitely enjoy the process of fighting and killing... If you want to find a roughly corresponding position in the sequence of Ultramar, this warrior is likely to be responsible for the duties of a chapter champion or a company champion - but the rules, training and piety of the Ultramarines will never let them fall into such a beast-like situation without knowing it... Seraface muttered the last few syllables in his helmet. Grendel narrowed his eyes. Without warning, he began to charge, and the Iron Warriors under his command began to shoot at them. "Hurry! Now!" the former Blood Raven Librarian shouted, "Catch me! Catch each other!"
In his hand, the psychic beacon began to float and rotate, emitting a bright light to capture the people around him. All the bloodstones and Void Wraiths belonging to this terrifying fortress that were illuminated by Germany screamed horribly, and all the team members ran desperately in his direction.
Just as suddenly as the light appeared, the colorful members of the Renegade Assault Team disappeared from the square in front of the tunnel.
The screams left only a half-resonance, and the molten metal particles and ash-colored body fragments splashed on the stone ground, and were greedily sucked by the Voids.
A hand with a temporarily repaired broken blue wrist armor fell on the ground of Kalan-Gol.
- Along with Pasanius, who was holding the arm, and Uriel.
"Uriel..." The sergeant's voice trembled slightly.
Uriel Ventris began to cough from the blood in his trachea.
Kadaras Grendel walked up with a grim smile and grabbed Uriel Ventris's broken and faded blue armor - just now, the former champion of Berossus, the current thug of Tolamino and the favorite of the Blood God, pulled out a glowing red axe at lightning speed and threw it at the person who was disappearing in the teleportation light.
The former Ultramarines, who were farthest away from the crowd in order to attract attention and only had enough time to turn around and grab a warrior's arm, were left alone in the encirclement of Kalan-Gol's enemies.
Apparently, the axe was blessed by the Chaos God: it slashed across Ventress's mandible at an absolutely coincidental angle, and the sharp corner cut one of his lateral arteries, leaving an oblique cut on the trachea, and then hit the only wrist armor that the Kayama brothers had not repaired, leaving one of the fists of the Crimson Fist here.
- But at least the others got away successfully. I hope they can be smart when they go back and tell Soltarn to leave us a whole body when the missile is launched.
As he lay on the ground, trying to get more oxygen into his lungs and concentrating all his attention on checking his trachea, waiting for the coagulation function of the Laraman organs to take effect, Uriel thought so, and looked at Pasanius who was trying to cover him and fighting Grendel and other iron warriors. Suddenly, he was kicked hard in the head by an iron boot. He tried to grab the leg and trip it, but another man gave him a muffled hammer.
Pasanius shouted, "Uriel--!"
More blood flowed down his skull, and he heard something clattering and laughing: Inevitable wound! Destined cause and effect! Grab this chess piece! Grab this chess piece!
Uriel Ventris lost consciousness on the ground of Kalan-Gol.