Chapter 41 Hexagonal Battle of Holy Gilles (Please Read On)
The moment the smoke enveloped the battlefield, Horus had already reacted.
He first ordered his Terminator veterans to shoot in the direction most likely to launch an attack. The high-speed rotating brass bombs were ejected with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, leaving a series of vortex-shaped channels in the hot carbon molecular vapor.
However, there was no feedback from hitting the opponent.
As if the smoke grenade exploded, Sanguinius, a fully armed Primarch who was more than four meters tall, had turned into a ghost and disappeared from the battlefield. Horus' heart beat violently, and this sense of oppression made him excited, and at the same time, a sense of déjà vu appeared in his huge and shiny bald head.
Have these things happened before?
In a trance.
Horus's head uncontrollably emerged with such a feeling.
It was so strong that his stomach twitched, his mouth was sour, and he almost vomited uncontrollably.
What on earth is going on?
What have I done? Will I kill my blood relatives?
Horus thought without thinking, and could only reluctantly put this hateful and twisted feeling behind his head. The boiling black mist was torn apart by a pair of ice-white wings, with flying golden hair, red pupils, and a noble face that was as beautiful as the sun and difficult to look at directly.
She is coming!
The Emperor's angel came with a sword.
Boom!
A red sword light exploded, and these Gastlin Terminators, which were fitted with the highest parameters, were split in two like rotten wood. Blood spurted out from the broken chest like ink, staining the angel's wings with a touch of scarlet.
Bang!
Horus responded with a warrior's roar.
He swung the Worldbreaker warhammer in his hand and smashed it towards the angel's waist, where the defense was relatively weak.
The angel's movements were incredibly agile, like a light dancer.
She rode the storm, turned around amid the howling wind, and used the hilt of the Crimson Blade to swing the huge warhammer away. At the same time, a fierce sword stabbed at Horus's jaw again, and Horus blocked it with the claws of his left hand.
Bang!
The two powerful power weapons collided with each other.
The Decomposition Field roared, and the air around it was naturally distorted by this force.
"I won't give up so easily!"
Horus roared.
He focused his mind, and his burly body pressed forward like a titan. Sanguinius also pushed forward, and the muscles in his arms were tense. The collision of pure power lasted for several breaths, and then Horus felt an irresistible force crushing him.
Bang!
The Decomposition Field twisted and burst.
Horus staggered back three steps before he could barely stand and maintain his shape.
He had an incredible look on his face, his eyes widened in surprise.
This power -
In every sense, this angel was too perfect.
The strong mobility brought by the wings, the ability to dodge bullets easily, and the terrifying explosive power displayed at this moment. Even from those bloodshot eyes, Horus also sensed a trace of psychic power that was not yet released. Horus had only sensed this power in his father, the Emperor, and Magnus.
Was his father too partial when he created her?
Horus had such a thought.
But then, he shook his head to get rid of this slightly jealous emotion.
He sincerely regarded every Primarch as his brother. He was excited about the power that Sanguinius showed at this time, and looked forward to fighting side by side with the angel on the battlefield in the future. Just thinking about that scene made people feel excited and couldn't help themselves.
Of course -
This is all for the future.
The most urgent task is to decide the winner in this simulated battle.
After forcing his brother to retreat, Sanguinius was relentless and charged forward again. Horus dodged sideways, trying to distance himself from the angel, relying on the remaining descendants on the battlefield to create opportunities for himself and then turn the tide of the battle.
But his actions were seen through by the angel.
The opportunity -
Although it was fleeting, it was firmly grasped by the angel.
At the moment when Horus dodged sideways, Sanguinius spread her wings, turned back in a way that violated the laws of physics and the human body, and rushed forward in an instant. Her center of gravity sank, and while using her wings to maintain balance, she accelerated in a swirl, and the hilt of the red blade slammed towards Horus' chest.
Bang!
This was a powerful and heavy blow.
A downward concave pit was smashed into Horus's Terminator armor, and cracks spread around it. A sharp pain pierced his heart and lungs, making him breathless, and his eyes were black.
He subconsciously threw away the Worldbreaker warhammer in his right hand, took out a heavy double-linked bolter and was about to shoot.
But when the barrel was raised in the air, his hand stopped moving.
The sharp blade.
At this time, it was tightly pressed against his throat.
The red blade became huge and narrow in the field of vision, and at the end was the angel's ethereal and clear face. The angel had a smile on her face, a very small smile, but it could still be seen that she was in a good mood at this time, enjoying the fruits of her hard work.
"You are the most powerful opponent I have ever encountered."
The angel slowly retracted the blade and stretched out his hand to pull his brother up, "If you hadn't been distracted at the last moment, I would have been the one who failed in this battle."
"Uh..."
Horus recalled the various terrible talents that the other party had shown on the battlefield.
He immediately shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I feel that even if I do it again, the possibility of my winning is very small. Some of your characteristics are extremely special and very powerful even among us brothers."
"Really-"
The smile on Sanguinius's face gradually faded, and two strands of curly hair fell against his face.
"Haha!" Horus walked over and patted Sanguinius's shoulder. If this was one of his brothers, he might have directly put his arm around the other's neck and laughed and scolded him. But Sanguinius's temperament was too ethereal and sacred, and it was difficult for people to be frivolous and presumptuous in front of her.
However, even so.
Horus could still feel that the distance between the two had shortened a lot.
Although Russ was reckless and cunning, he also had his own philosophy of life. Fighting is the fastest way to bring warriors closer.
"I will look forward to fighting side by side with you on the battlefield." Horus said with a wink.
"Me too."
Sanguinius raised his head with a bright smile on his face.
This smile made the Wolf God of the 16th Legion full of joy, but unfortunately, this joy did not last too long.
When he walked out of the "Thinker" room, he saw a group of Astartes warriors who were watching the live broadcast attentively. The emotion took a 180-degree turn, from surprise to shock, and the Wolf God's heart almost stopped on the spot.
"Abaddon, you little bastard, don't run if you have the guts!"