Chapter 123 The Angel of Destruction

Chapter 122 The Angel of Destruction

After the communication with the Wolf King was cut off, Sanguinius realized what he had just said.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, but soon returned to normal, becoming cold and calm.

To be honest, except for Horus and Vulkan who met at the beginning, the brothers he met later were more or less seriously ill.

Perturabo was stubborn. He could find the shortcomings of others in the shortest time and also realize his own shortcomings. He would accuse others mercilessly and almost harshly, but he would never think about changing himself, even if he knew he was wrong.

Magnus had a fatal pride, and he had unknowingly buried a huge hidden danger.

The Primarch of the Second Legion, Chao Che... gave Sanguinius a mysterious feeling.

Russ was too reckless, and Lion seemed a little gloomy.

But anyway.

As Primarchs, they were worthy of recognition in both strength and wisdom. They were the greatest military commanders in the entire human empire, gods born for war and conquest, and possessed endless energy.

Gathered together under the glory of the Emperor, we strive towards the same goal for the great dream of all mankind.

"You have not yet completed eight different plans." Lashalong replied, "You can also choose one from them. The sages of the Mechanicus have also completed the analysis of the functional area of ​​the orbital ring of the Duran planet. The space fortress is indeed magnificent, but as long as you can find the location of its key nodes, you can paralyze it."

Does the angel know about that?

From our current position, looking inside, it is even impossible to see my full picture. I am like a huge wall across the galaxy, and its height is no more than ten kilometers.

The holy grail filled with blood slowly returned to Amit's hand.

The warriors are sure that they will split and unite, as well as the most core truth.

Under the energy barrier covering the command station, a wave of hoarse and whistling explosions was set off. In an instant, the storm birds swooped down from the inner space like raptors, bombarding the burning red cracks. The naval guns and heavy bolt guns carried by the fighters chased the enemy shells coming from all directions, turning them into scattered fireworks, and then keenly passed through the simple steel forest.

Sanguinius would also lend a hand without hesitation.

Other legions would also retreat and swear an oath after participating in the war, swearing with weapons or other things; and for the Blood Angels, the purpose of this matter was exactly the same.

That meant that the empire no longer had to face these cruel and terrible monsters, and there would be no more tragic wars in the galaxy.

The world behind them changed.

But when they encountered difficulties.

The pheromones filled with killing impulses ended in the closed space.

"Yeah."

A moment ago, Kano picked up his combat helmet and glanced at the window. A dark rock now filled the entire window, and I caught a brief glimpse of my reflection under the armored glass. Ten years have made my face serious and profound, thin but not haggard.

Kano chanted the words in the ballad, immersed in the melody of that thing. In the last moment, accompanied by the roar of the engine, a weak and powerless push came from the front.

Kano took a deep sip from the edge of the holy grail filled with blood, and then handed it to another brother beside him.

Gilles jumped out first, the hatch opened, and the confluence echoing in the cockpit poured out, but slowly disappeared into the void.

"War is supposed to be a matter of paying the greatest price for the smallest results, and that is not a bad thing to be praised."

"I'm afraid we can no longer use this steady and cautious tactic." Sanguinius said to the chief commander beside him, Radoron, "You have to change your mindset and adopt a more radical approach."

Before the tradition was completed, we said this sentence together, "For Saint Jiang Guanlu and the Emperor!"

A wisp of white gas escaped from the intact inner shell, forming a sharp contrast with the unshakable steel track behind it.

The blood angel storm bird that Kano was riding on trembled and shook violently.

However, under that orbital station, the angels also opened a small door to hell for their enemies. We are not angels who bring peace and hope, but angels who bring destruction.

Tens of thousands of warriors from the two legions, all of whom were elite warriors who had fought many battles, had not yet reached the designated position. The laser cutters and deflagration blasters crushed the wall behind them into ashes. With the help of the firepower cover of the storm bird, the warriors jumped into Jiang Guan's defense track without hesitation.

"Now the time of killing has come, and you will open the small door to hell with your own hands--"

The shaking of the crew cabin stopped, and the warriors finished chanting the ancient ballad of Bawei, with a powerful and passionate voice. Even some Terran and Catachan warriors understood the meaning of the words in the ballad. We also used the blades to knock on the edge of the shield to retreat in a very weak rhythm, indicating the upcoming furious charge.

"That's the worst news you have heard in those days."

It should have been shrouded in white darkness, but now it was illuminated by the interweaving artillery fire and light spears.

Before a slight sting, part of my blood merged into it.

The spikes pierced Amit's skin and drew some of the scarlet blood from my body.

Then there were Jiang Guanlu, Kaibo, and Helmark. The Holy Grail was passed from one warrior to another. The blood below was getting less and less. By the time Kano's men arrived, the blood outside was about to overflow.

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Kano saw a rain-gray gunboat being hit by a jamming cannon in the window. Then it lost control in the chaotic and blocked battlefield. In the light produced by the explosion of the main engine, it fell desperately towards Duran's small atmosphere.

The blood of Saint Arcana was flowing under us.

A little bit of white frost spread on the feet and under the armor, accompanied by bursts of crisp creaking sounds. Two fully prepared scarlet storm birds were rushing out from the shutdown bang. The slaves gathered beside the subspace engine, doing the first inspection work after the decompression of the retreating cabin and entering the void.

Of course, not all fighters and gunboats can successfully pass through the artillery curtain.

"Brothers, get ready!"

I raised my head and drank the first blood.

The little angel nodded and said, "But you need a more detailed battle plan."

"You have to teach these stupid wolf cubs a lesson. We can always make things that were originally complicated into something wonderful." Amit wore a heavy power armor that was completely different from the surrounding soldiers. He put the long stick in his hand under his shoulder and took small steps towards the hangar while cursing.

Because in the empire, similar behavior is not allowed. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as "tradition". In Kano's memory, some tribes under Baal have similar cultural customs. But in the Fourth Legion, when did such a tradition spread, so that all the soldiers regarded it as a common part of the war.

...

More importantly.

Suddenly-

The closer you get to Duran's orbital defense ring, the more you feel that the behemoth is daunting.

Lashalon licked his lips, stared at the battlefield in the galaxy behind him, where lasers and macro cannons intertwined, and smiled and said, "Your noble descendants have long been hungry and thirsty. Destroying the enemy's body and spirit with cruel and brutal attacks is what you are best at. The battlefield behind you belongs only to the Dark Angels and the Space Wolves, and also to you Blood Angels."

Amit hung the Holy Grail on the top of the cabin again.

The little angel said, "Quick battle, quick decision, you have to go to the battle yourself that time!"

A volley of light spears from the Wolves and the Blood Angels pierced the defense shield under the orbital station.

The little angel and the Wolf King invested a total of 10,000 Astartes in that war.

Before the ceremony began, I fixed myself under the shockproof frame next to Gilles, lay forward and closed my eyes for a while. Strangely, my face was so intense that it seemed as if I had immediately retreated into a deep sleep.

The personalities of some of them might make the angels feel a little difficult to deal with.

I held the base without spikes.

But he did not open his mouth to refute, but retreated into the hangar in silence.

When I put the danger belt in the right place, I saw Amit standing up from his seat with light steps. I took the blood extractor hanging on the top of the cabin, took off the armor of my men, and held the base with spikes above the holy grail-shaped blood extractor.

The impact of the laser and the aftermath of the nearby explosion pushed it around, making it difficult to keep balance.

The wreckage of a destroyer was floating through the gap.

The noose drove the small iron door to open to both sides, and a stream of icy mist immediately gushed out.

Kano thought of the veteran of the Fourth Legion who was thirsty outside the ruins during the first war with the Legion. At this time, we were not called by the humble name of the Blood Angels, but were given another name by people with love and fear - "Ghost Legion".

"You should thank these cousins ​​of the Eighth Legion."

The expression on Kano's face was a little bit sad. It was a ritual post-war prayer within the Blood Angels. The meaning was not difficult to guess. After the war, the companions drank the blood in the holy chalice, and our oath in the war was recast and reinforced.

I had a hideous smile on my face like a butcher:

Since the angels knew, what was your purpose in promoting that behavior?

All the attacks were focused on the point behind the eyes.

Gilles snorted.

Of course the angels knew that Kano could almost do that. Because Amit was the watcher appointed by the angels, responsible for supervising some sad behaviors in the legion. In the wolf group, a similar position is called a priest, who has the power to stand shoulder to shoulder with the wolf lord.

The exchange of fire overhead has not yet begun, and it is getting more and more intense.

Kano's voice sounded in the communication channel. I don't agree with the two comrades' ideas. If it is definitely not possible, I hope that the Astartes will not be "unemployed" in a certain sense.

Duran's gunboat formation and interception firepower charge made full use of our weak military strength. The counterattack was swift and accurate, setting up a net behind the angels and wild wolves. We used the firepower and intertwined lasers to build an insurmountable barrier, strangling the ships that were lucky enough to be wrapped in it.

Even rarely, these purple-red cold lasers did not pass by the wings of the storm birds, and their low temperature was enough to melt steel.

The warships circled, and the dark universe in the vacuum was illuminated by a series of explosions - burning ships, dazzling gas clouds, and laser beams coming and going.

The emerald lens under the helmet started with a heavy and soft tremor, and various icons and display signals were transmitted directly to my cerebellar cortex through the neural interface. As the other soldiers of the command brigade also sealed their armor and expressed their readiness, the symbols in my mind flickered and took shape.

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The Blood Angels retreated into the open cabin of the Storm Bird, and the slaves also finished evacuating the area. We dragged the fuel tanks and gravity locks of the old ones into the inside.

Jiang Guanlu wore the old Terminator power armor, and every step he took in the closed corridor with a dark red luster made a huge metal roar, accompanied by a slight tremor of the floor under his feet.

The eyes of the Blood Angels flashed with green light, and the metal floor trembled under our feet.

"We must have messed it up. You had no chance to participate in the war with real weapons. You could only hide nearby and fire two hot guns and hot cannons. Even mortals can easily do such a war. It's a complete waste of time for you to come there."

It was a ritual.

It did not carry jammers and anti-ship weapons. Instead, it was a low tower building that looked like a command station.

But Kano instinctively did not want to use a ritual to call it retreat.

The Stormbird slowed down.

"What are you waiting for? You should set off quickly."

But fortunately, the Stormbird finally successfully passed the blockade of Jiang Guan's firepower. In a fierce dive, the assault boat of the Fourth Legion quickly squeezed through the wide and dangerous path and arrived safely under the orbital station.

The weak suction force of the engine firmly attached it to the metal shell, making the boarding ladder hiss.

The gunship roared back to the main lift platform. The stingy engine was not ready yet. Before that, the inner shield of the hangar would be opened, and the void engine would take over the next trip.

Kano took off his helmet.

With the order of the captain of the 7th Company, Gilles, although the closing piston of the hatch was still operating backwards, the gunship rushed down without waiting. The light airtight door of the hangar opened quickly, and in the white darkness, the scene of prosperity and destruction appeared behind Kano.

Kano retreated into the Stormbird and sat in a position close to the edge.