Chapter 446 Legion Era: Chapter 29 Broken Earth

The cold Thunderhawk cabin was dead silent. The cold lights were hanging high on the top of the cabin, emitting light. The flickering light like a weak candlelight illuminated the long steel strip floor below. The fixed steel strips on the ground became the only source of sound here as the fighter planes passed through the air currents.

The light shone on the benches on one side of the cabin. There was a row of benches along both sides of the Thunderhawk cabin. The steel benches were extremely smooth, without a trace of rust or dust, and looked very well maintained.

Many Astartes chapters have a paranoid pursuit of hygiene, especially those chapters known for their discipline. They believe that the neatness of the housekeeping and hygiene can reflect the adaptation of the chapter's discipline and whether each soldier performs his duties seriously and competently.

Soldiers and all mortal assistants of the legion need to regularly maintain their equipment and undergo inspections. If the officer being inspected finds that you are lazy in this regard, then you'd better pray that he is in a good mood today and that the Emperor blesses you.

It can be seen that the warband to which this Thunderhawk belongs is also very serious and serious in this regard. Not only the benches, but also the gaps in the surrounding floor and the shelves on the top of the cabin are spotless, without any dust or rust. Its flight crew is indeed very serious under the influence of the warband's culture.

This also makes the tempered horizontal strips on the wall in front of the cabin very clean, and the surface is as clean as a mirror. The mirror reflects the Blood Angel warrior sitting on this side. He sits on a bench on one side of the cabin with his head down, looking around with his old face.

He is the only passenger in the entire cabin. The chairs on both sides are empty. Even the door of the cockpit in front is locked. The entire cabin is filled with dead silence, and the cold and pale light above makes this cold environment even more biting.

Dante straightened up and leaned back against the cabin. He leaned sideways to the round cabin observation window. The window was bolted shut and could not be opened at all, but the glass on the surface was wiped very transparent so that Dante could see everything outside.

Dante approached the glass and looked out. The sunset had disappeared on his face. The setting sun only left a hazy light on the distant horizon. The blood-red light curtain had been suppressed by the dark night sky. Night was falling on this once red land.

Black extended from the edge of the skyline, staining the entire land like spilled ink. Dante leaned against the bed and looked down at the ground below. It was pitch black on the dark land. Only the light projected by the lights of the military convoy moving below illuminated the area for a moment.

They were driving on the ground in the distance like a tiny Milky Way. The trucks were lined up in a row with their headlights on. The tires rolled forward on the rocky ground composed of rocks and gravel. On the armored vehicles in the convoy, the headlights around the turrets shone brightly around, illuminating a large area around.

The light also illuminated the trucks in front and behind. They drove forward along the endless Gobi plain. It was a long Milky Way light road. Except for the convoy, the area was shrouded in darkness. The entire land was full of the deepest darkness, making it difficult to see distant things.

Dante's eyes followed the convoy in the dark, just like people in the night would be unconsciously attracted by the light. The eyes of the war band leader followed the convoy forward. The long convoy turned on all the lights and moved forward on the dark land.

They drove forward, and then suddenly the leading car turned to one side. The light from its headlights swept across the ground, like a spear sweeping to one side, and behind it, the following convoys turned together, and the long convoy turned in front of something.

Dante looked forward, and there was nothing in front of the headlights that kept sweeping. The light did not illuminate anything above, for the simple reason that the thing was below.

It was a huge rift valley, extending from the end of the earth and extending to the distant end of the other end. The convoy began to turn at a considerable distance in front of it. One by one, the trucks turning in front of it shone their headlights from the edge of the deep canyon and from the edge of the cliff into the abyss above.

Dante looked down at the rift valley below. It was so wide that the headlights could not illuminate the cliff at the other end. He flew over it. The captain stared at the abyss, and the abyss was looking at him.

Dante didn't remember there was such a huge rift around the monastery. If there was, he would definitely remember it. He had ruled Baal for more than a thousand years, which was dozens of generations. So if there was such a big rift around the monastery, he would definitely know it, and he knew his position very well.

But now he didn't know. Soon he saw more similar things. The Thunderhawk fighter rushed into the smoke in the air from the front of the rift. The light of the thruster was almost instantly submerged in the dark dust, and the other three Thunderhawks behind it also got in.

They flew quickly through the smoke. The smoke was not pure smoke, but a large amount of fine dust particles. Dante looked at the fine particles that kept hitting the window glass in front of him. They hit the glass with a crackling sound and slid back like a group of flies.

The Thunderhawk flew through the particle storm, and there was a dense scraping sound coming from its fuselage. Dante looked at everything outside. The large pieces of dust particles blocked everything around. The sunset disappeared completely, and the night became darker, as if the whole world was swallowed by a giant mouth.

Soon, Dante's vision was attracted by the glowing water flowing in the big mouth. In fact, it was not water. Dante stood up and looked down. Under the flying dust cloud, there were rivers of fire flowing on the distant land.

They flowed in the rifts all over the earth. The giant rifts extended all over the earth, and some of them were connected together. At the corners, the rivers of fire met in between, slowly pulsating towards the end of the dark earth.

The fire penetrated the flying black particles and projected its light into the air. They illuminated the towering cliffs and volcanic rocks in the rift, and also illuminated the Thunderhawk fighter flying over it.

The leading Thunderhawk flew over the fissures of fire scattered across the land, its thrusters flickering in the air as it flew to a more distant place. Dante looked down at the rift valley that was passing by quickly below, and their light slid backwards and fell in the direction behind him. Dante looked over there and saw three escort Thunderhawks flying over it.

The flames at the end of their jets flickered in the dark night, and then suddenly entered a larger darkness. Dante stared at them and felt the seat under him suddenly send a force to push him to one side.

The fighter plane was swinging its body, changing its position rapidly and rapidly, turning its wings to avoid something. Dante stood up and stood still with the auxiliary power of the power armor motor that was instantly activated. He stepped on the floor of the cabin and walked back to the window. The knobs on the side of the combat boots under his feet constantly adjusted the position according to the deflection angle of the fighter plane to assist Dante in moving forward.

He soon returned to the window. Dante bent down and peeked out. A huge object quickly passed by him. It was so fast that Dante could not see it clearly, but it didn't matter, because Dante soon saw more tall and huge objects standing around.

Dante looked carefully. With the powerful vision of the Space Marines and the flames of the double-wing jets when the Thunder Eagle roared past, he saw clearly what the huge objects standing around were. The Thunder Eagle passed through it, and the light of the thruster shone on its side, lighting up the rock surface on it.

Dante frowned, and he looked at the object that was sliding quickly outside. He looked up and saw the collapsed part. It was a towering mountain, but now its entire peak had been broken, and the entire mountain on one side had disappeared, leaving only an incomplete section attached to it, illuminated by the fire of the Thunder Eagle.

Dante looked at the incomplete mountain range that passed by. There was not just one mountain around it, but a whole connected mountain range. However, the place was already covered with traces of landslides. The peaks had long ceased to exist, like wheat with its upper body cut off by a sickle.

The connecting rock between the mountains also became incomplete sawtooth, as if it had been bitten by a giant wolf. The uneven gap sank downward and fell between the two peaks, and it was like a gate between the mountains, allowing the Thunder Eagle formation to fly through it.

The incomplete mountains stood behind him. Dante looked at the towering mountains shrouded in darkness. They were left behind him because the Thunder Eagle began to descend. It swooped down quickly from a high altitude, and the fuselage was quickly lifted up, sending a burst of impact from the bottom up.

Dante felt the strong impact. If he were a mortal, he would have started to feel dizzy now. But thanks to Astarte's extraordinary physique, Dante could withstand a stronger squeeze without any discomfort.

But when the cabin door behind him opened, the whirlwind of fine particles that rushed in still made Dante cough. He endured the discomfort of dust in his throat and looked out. The cabin door slowly fell down, and the searchlight on the outside above quickly lit up and illuminated the surrounding ground.

It was an extremely dark land. Even if the light was shone on it, it would not help. There was no reflection in that place, as if all the light was swallowed by it.

After the door was opened, waves of air filled with ash particles poured in from outside the door. The ashes hit the cabin door frames on both sides and whistled on the inner wall. Dante walked up silently. He propped his hands on the tilted cabin door frame and peeked out to the left and right. All around was a flat, but endless barren wilderness.

Dante walked out of the cabin. He stepped on the ground outside from the tilted deck. The ground was more like a piece of fragile tin foil. The moment Dante stepped on it, it sank into a shallow footprint. The commander looked down at the dark ground, which was covered with a large number of cracks and gaps.

There were cracks everywhere on the ground under his feet. He looked up and saw that the surrounding land was also full of cracks and gaps. A dim light flashed in the cracks. It was suppressed by the light of the Thunderhawk cabin door before. When Dante walked down and looked into the surrounding darkness, he could see it so clearly.

There were glowing cracks and gaps all over the land. They gathered densely together, like a group of fireflies crawling on the ground, forming a shining light path connected together.

Dante heard the roar of the jets above his head. He raised his head and looked upward. He saw three escort Thunderhawks leaping over his head. They did not land, but headed towards the distance of the cracked and glowing earth. They whizzed away from place to place, passing over a tall building.

Dante stood at the cabin door and looked at the tall building in the distance. It stood on the dark ground, and was dimly illuminated by the outer wall in the light gathered by the glowing cracks around it, but the size of its huge body Parts are still shrouded in darkness, especially the long row of giant statues built against high walls.

Most of them were tilted, and after collapse, they were leaning against the mountain rocks and the rubble of the collapsed outer wall. The remaining parts that had not collapsed stood in the darkness, like a dark giant standing in the distance, their incomplete parts The body is particularly conspicuous in the night, and it also brings a unique fear.

Dante looked at the building in the distance. There were footsteps in the cabin behind him. He turned to look behind him and saw a pilot emerging from the open door of the cockpit. He strode to the door of the cabin. Standing tall, one hand grasped the hydraulic rod that lowered the hatch, and the other hand pointed at the buildings in the distance.

"Where is he waiting for you?" the driver said, looking down at Dante. Dante, who was standing under the Thunder Eagle, nodded to the driver, and then stepped towards the direction of the building. The driver behind him also turned around. Returning to the cabin, the hatch behind him quickly closed.

After Dante took a few steps forward, he was attracted by the airflow behind him and stopped. He turned around and looked up. The Thunderhawk had already taken off, and its propellers were spitting flames downwards to lift it up from Dante. Ding's head slowly slid over, then lifted up and flew towards the direction of the building.

Dante looked at the retreating Thunderhawk. Like several other Thunderhawks, it passed over the building and flew towards the dark deep space, leaving only the flashing light of its four propellers. The dot twinkled in the deep night sky like the North Star.

Dante looked at the disappearing light spots, then lowered his head to look at the huge building complex ahead. He was silent for a while and then continued to walk forward. He walked on this endless vast plain, surrounded by towering buildings on both sides. The mountains stood in the distance, as mutilated as before, as if they had been shot by some kind of gun.

The Chapter Master's footsteps stepped on the ground beneath his feet, and the fragile ground continued to break downwards under Dante's feet. The cracked gaps quickly connected with each other, and collapsed backwards, leaving a trail of obvious footsteps. The mark is like Dante walking through the desert.

Each of his feet would leave a footprint, and the tiny glowing fire streams in the cracked cracks immediately squeezed out. They gathered in the sunken footprints downwards, and then quickly gathered into a shallow small The lake, from which Dante's footsteps rose, the stream of fire would splash onto the surrounding dark ground.

The fire streams flying out flowed on the black ground, and then flowed into the cracks. Dante looked around at the endless black plains. Night shrouded it, and dark clouds shrouded the entire sky, blocking all light. Only the flickering cracks in the ground that spread across the earth lighted the way.

Dante walked alone through this dark land, leaving a long footprint behind him, and the firelight squeezed in it flickered to illuminate the long footprint.

Dante came to this tall building. He stood in front of the towering giant door. The door frame pillars on both sides of the magnificent door had broken, and the huge collapsed debris hit the ground beside him. He looked up. Of the tall statues on both sides, only their incomplete parts were still standing in the night, while the rest were turned into wreckage and crashed to the ground.

And under the collapsed statue, a person walked out from behind the shadow on the side of his calf that had disappeared. Dante looked towards him, and the Astartes wearing power armor walked out of the black shadow.

He wore a battle helmet with wings spread out. The dark green battle armor on his body became darker and darker under the night, but the sword on his shoulders thrust into the air and a pair of white wings spread out behind him were still shining, but Din looked at the symbol, a white cloak covering one side of the pauldron.

The gray-white cloak fell from both sides of the power backpack on his back that was higher than the helmet behind him, and fell from a higher place to cover his lower body. The soldier walked out of the black shadow, and one of his hands subconsciously pressed on The sword on his waist was a sword in a dark green scabbard like his armor. The hilt was decorated with unfolded wings.

Dante looked up at him and saw the red eyes of scarlet glass under the helmet. The Knight Astartes stood alone and looked at Dante. He did not speak immediately, but was thinking. After a moment, he slowly spoke in a young but sharp voice.

"He is waiting for you, come with me." He said so briefly, without introducing himself or making any greetings. After saying that, he turned around with his sword and walked towards the gate between the ruins of the giant pillars on both sides behind him.

Dante looked at his back, stared at the broken face of the statue that fell to the ground on one side, and then followed him. He walked past the head of the statue with only half of its face intact, and passed from the pile of statues. Walked in between the ruins on both sides.

Dante escaped into the darkness. He followed the unknown knight and walked forward. He didn't speak. He didn't say a word the whole time. He just held the sword on his waist and walked in front, guiding Dante from the door. Pass through the circular corridor.

On both sides were ancient walls and murals that had fallen into disrepair. Most of them were still falling off and covered with cracks. Incomplete fragments were piled on both sides of the corridor, and many of them had even weathered and turned into ashes scattered on the floor of the corridor.

The remaining murals that were still intact and could give a glimpse of the pictures were also shrouded in darkness. Dante could only vaguely see the pictures on them. He followed the silent knight in front of him along the circular corridor. He didn't speak, so Dante didn't ask him any questions. The two walked one after the other.

As a result, Dante's attention was more focused on the murals on both sides. They were all shrouded in ink-like darkness, but suddenly when Dante passed a broken supporting column, he saw a clear mural on the wall in front of him. Above the side of the mural, a bright moonlight shot down from behind the colonnade.

The moonlight illuminated the mural, illuminating the body of the man depicted on it. Under the bright moonlight, a man stood on the wall. He was wearing an exquisite leader's robe, standing on a rock with a sword on his waist. A huge halo was depicted behind his head with stone carvings, just like the sun rising behind him.

Surrounding it was a circle of signs and a circle of emblems surrounding him. Dante approached the mural from the corridor and saw those signs clearly. The signs surrounding the man's head and surroundings, relying on the protruding edges and corners of his halo, were the signs of the war group, the signs of all the first-time war groups.

Dante looked at the sign of his own war group. The double-winged holy blood drop sign stood on its head, hanging there as the absolute protagonist. The man raised one hand and grasped the holy blood sign, standing on the rock as if it was its master.

Dante looked at his face, his flowing hair dancing around his ears, with tiny stone carvings depicting the trajectory of light, as if the hair itself was glowing. Dante frowned slightly and looked at the man in front of him, and the knight's footsteps behind him stopped.

The heavy footsteps stopped behind him, and Dante turned his head and glanced behind him. The Astartes Knight was standing in front of the gap that suddenly appeared between the walls surrounding the corridor, holding his sword. There were several huge stone pillars, which were arranged together and towering against each other to form a colonnade, and behind the colonnade was a hall.

The knight gestured to Dante to come forward, and the latter walked up without hesitation. He came to the colonnade and looked at the knight, who stood there holding his sword and looked at Dante with the red glass eyes under his helmet, and then looked into the hall behind him.

"Captain Dante has brought it, sir." "Thank you, Lancelot, you can leave now."

Dante looked down into the hall. There were three thrones under the tall dome. They were all exquisite. The moonlight shone down from the huge hole above the dome and hit the three thrones. The central throne was made of pure gold, with countless exquisite marks carved on it. A gap was carved inward on the back of the top of the throne, and a winged eagle stood in it.

The golden eagle of the empire soared and spread its wings on the central throne. It was larger than the other two thrones on both sides. On the back of the throne on its left hand side was a huge wing that spread its wings forward. It spread out there, and the golden feathers circled forward and wrapped the main body of the throne.

In the center of the winged throne, countless gorgeous patterns were carved on the back of the golden throne. They gathered from all directions to the center of the backrest. There was a pair of wings carved on the backrest. In the center of the wings was a recessed gap, reserved for a gem.

And the gem was also on it. It was an orange-red shining gem. A golden eye was imprinted in the center of the gem, as if staring at the hall in front of it without sleep. It was embedded in the blood drop gap and perfectly integrated with the holy blood wings.

On the other side of the two thrones, on the far right was another unique throne. It was different from the previous two. It was not golden but snow-white silver like falling snow. Two giant wolves were carved on both sides of the backrest of the other thrones. They stood up from behind the throne and grasped the backrest of the throne with their claws.

Under the giant wolf's claws was pure marble, the purest marble Dante had ever seen in his life. The lines on it were clearly visible, without the slightest trace of flaws. The moonlight shining on it made it emit a glow, just like a faint light curtain wrapped around the throne.

Like the previous two thrones, there was also a symbol on it, which was also a eagle, similar to the huge throne in the center of one side, but the eagle had only one head, and it also grasped something under its claws, which was a pair of lightning, a pair of golden lightning.

Dante looked at the lightning symbol on the back of the throne. It formed a sharp contrast with the surroundings on the silver throne, which could be spotted at a glance. Equally conspicuous was the person sitting on the throne at the moment. He sat in the falling moonlight, his figure hidden behind the light.

He raised a golden arm and waved it to the side, and the Astartes Knight named Lancelot beside Dante nodded and stepped back. He stepped back a few steps with his sword pressed, and then walked into the circular corridor on the side, leaving Dante alone standing behind the colonnade at the edge of the hall.

Dante looked at the throne in the moonlight, and also at the vague figure sitting on it. The Blood Angels' Chapter Master stared at the man and then walked down the stairs in front of him. He walked between the extinguished towering braziers on both sides, and passed through the huge stepped seats surrounding the hall on both sides.

Dante walked down the dark stairs, walked down from the surrounding stepped seats, and stepped into the moonlight on the flat ground in front of the hall. He stepped into the moonlight, letting its bright light illuminate Dante's whole body.

The gorgeous armor of the Blood Angel on his body shone, the Blood Angel wings on his chest flowed with golden light, and the red blood drop gem in the center was dancing with light spots. Dante walked into the moonlight and came to the three thrones sitting on the raised platform. He first looked up at the huge throne in the center, staring at the golden double-headed star eagle on it, and then looked at the silver throne on the side.

The man on the throne sat back in his chair, the moonlight pouring down from his head, covering his face and the entire upper body behind the light curtain, only his legs stretched out, showing the two star eagles branded on the legs of the golden armor, one of which was the two-headed sky eagle on the central throne, and the other was the single-headed eagle holding lightning. The two eagles leaned together, like twin brothers.

Dante looked up at the figure behind the moonlight and smiled. He stood in front of the throne with one hand on his waist and looked at him with a smile, "Hello, pile driver."