Chapter 21 World War II Kabanha! (Please Read On)
"Brothers, kill all these abominable mutants!"
The brass door was torn apart by gunpowder, and the angel with wings on his back took the lead. His agile body tore through the blazing smoke and rushed into the dark hall at a speed faster than sound.
Bang!
A twisted and hoarse sound.
The shock wave caused by landing alone made the marble floor sink and crack.
The strong wind swept, and two or three aliens who had no time to dodge were staggered and blown away.
Ta-ta-ta!
Before they landed on the ground.
Beams of hot flames tore their abominable bodies to pieces.
"You abominable slaves!" Amid the roar, seven or eight figures rushed out from the corridors on both sides of the hall. The twin machine guns in their hands fired bullets at the angel in the middle of the hall without hesitation, and then the angel dodged them sharply.
Tsk!
Sanguinius frowned slightly.
The slender white fingers clenched forward in the air.
A black ripple spread outward in her will, and exploded instantly when it touched the mutants.
Boom!
The black flames burned fiercely.
First, the guns in her hands melted and deformed, then the arms, and then spread upward to the whole body.
In two or three breaths, the flesh and blood of these mutants burned out like candles, leaving only a pile of strange-shaped dry bones scattered on the ground.
"Angel! Damn angel!"
A thunderous muttering sound came from the end of the hall.
Boom!
The wall was torn apart by a huge force.
A giant mutant fat man with a height of more than two meters and five meters rushed forward like a Tyrannosaurus.
He had a huge mouth and beard like a catfish, his skin was a strange dark purple, there was a keyhole on his high bulging belly, and he wielded a giant sword more than two meters long like a thick door panel.
Bang!
The giant sword was swung up and smashed down.
The floor in front of Sanguinius exploded, and small stones shot out like shotgun shells.
Scarlet flames burned in her pupils.
Take a deep breath.
Hiss——
Then she punched forward fiercely.
Bang!
The violent and exaggerated power was like a cannonball detonated out of thin air.
The upper body of the fat man suddenly disappeared, turning into a rain of blood and flesh, which fell one after another. The two or three hundred square meters of the hall were filled with the stench of blood.
"Now, fire!"
Bang!
A beam of fire burst out from the corner, and the angel dodged it by leaning back.
When the mutant in the shadow was about to continue shooting, the barrel of the gun was grasped by a big hand.
It was Brother Tara from the Mesa tribe.
Anger burned in his dark pupils.
He pulled it out violently.
The muzzle of the gun was almost dragged out of the bunker.
The mutant panicked and fired again, and the bullet pierced Tano's chest, but he still refused to let go.
Swish!
The mutant was frightened by the rage that seemed to be real.
When he wanted to escape, he was met with a huge axe, and his head rolled off his shoulders and was then crushed by a big foot.
The Tano brothers fell.
But the remaining warriors had no time to grieve, they continued to move forward, vowing to clean up the mutants in the castle.
Continue forward along the gap at the end of the hall.
The next room is the restaurant.
The scenery is like purgatory, and the long table in the restaurant is filled with incomplete corpses, their faces are frozen with fear, and their bodies are full of cuts and teeth bites.
Not long ago.
The crazy mutants held their last feast.
All the imprisoned pure-blood slaves were tied here, their limbs were removed, their internal organs were taken out, and they watched themselves being eaten alive.
Hiss——
Angry!
Anger made Kano's teeth and hair stand up.
His spiritual energy was restless and agitated, making fine ionization sounds.
Hula!
Dense footsteps came from the darkness.
Rows of mutants swarmed in, like zombies in myths and legends. Sharp teeth and claws, bright red, and hideous. And the mutant beasts they raised were also roaring, and sticky saliva dripped from the gaps between their teeth as pale as files.
"Angel! Catch this!"
Radolong shouted angrily and threw a bronze spear.
The angel stretched out his hand, and the spear shaft, which was as thick as an adult's arm, fell steadily in his hand.
Swoosh!
The spear swept across.
A beautiful arc like a crescent moon appeared in everyone's eyes.
Seven or eight mutants were torn up and down, and two or more thighs were still standing on the ground, but their bodies were thrown into the air.
The two mutant beasts broke free, opened their bloody mouths and rushed out.
They were repelled by the warriors of the Mesa tribe.
Crash!
Dozens of mutants emerged from behind the high walls on both sides, first firing a volley of fire and emptying the magazines. Then they flew forward and joined the brutal melee. They had taken an overdose of stimulants before the battle, and had long forgotten what fear was. Only the desire for blood and destruction drove their actions.
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
The blood was flowing, and people fell every minute and every second.
What no one noticed was that the blood flowed into the evil eight-pointed star pattern on the floor, shining.
An evil energy was brewing in this cruel fight. People's hatred and anger became a kind of nourishment, which was extracted by the formation, and then gathered and transported to the bottom of the fortress.
On the lowest level of the fort.
Hall dedicated to the Brass Throne.
Eight huge pillars rose from the ground, and on each pillar were tied eight slaves who were being bled.
The roars of the warriors, the muscles being torn apart by sharp blades, the groans when they are on the verge of death, the noble and pure anger of the angels - every sound on the battlefield can echo in this hall, like a different kind of perverted song symphony.
The center of the hall.
Obsidian carving, skull decorated throne.
The descendant of Khorne, the Eternal Stalker, and the bloodthirsty demon Kabanha is sitting here relaxing, his eternally roaring face filled with an intoxicated look.
Even for Him.
The noble anger of a pure angel is also an excellent tonic.
"Sir!" But at this moment, a discordant voice interrupted Kabanha's happy mood of tasting delicious food.
A tall mutant with an iron mask on his face spoke, with a plea in his voice, "Our warriors are being slaughtered by angels, and only you can stop her."
"Why should I stop her."
Kabanha stood up slowly, and the shadow spread outward in the scarlet candlelight. "Every time I swing the blade, every life is slaughtered, it will make me stronger. Why should I stop her?"
The mutant leader was stunned. He took a step back and murmured, "Aren't you enemies?"
"enemy?"
Kabanha laughed as if he heard some interesting joke and said, "We have never been enemies. She will eventually fall into my father's arms and become one of us. And you, you damn slave, actually Dare you command the son of Khorne?"
The mutant leader was horrified.
Even though he was wearing an iron mask, he could still feel the ultimate fear from his trembling body.
He wants to escape.
But before he took two steps, a huge claw fell from the sky.
Click!
It crushed his head as easily as a peanut.
"Another killing."
Kabanha grinned and looked towards the end of the hall with scarlet eyes.
The stone door was blasted open by a force of pure violence, and a figure as muscular and elegant as a cheetah slowly walked out of the splashed dust.
boom!
The bronze spear was leaning on the ground.
"We meet again," Sanguinius said, his perfect face like a sculpture.
No sadness, no joy, just a touch of divinity that is not like the human world.
"Yes." Kabanha spread his wings, and the extremely rich red blood energy fell from the sky like a waterfall, turning it into a vague and ferocious black shadow. He roared, "I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. I Angel!”