Chapter 84 Kindergarten Principal Sanguinius (Please Order)
Chapter 83 Kindergarten Principal Sanguinius (Subscription Request)
Bang!
Accompanied by the shaking sound from deep inside the deck.
The huge Queen of Glory-class battleship Red Tear led many cruisers and frigates out of the subspace and entered the Ultramarine. After several hours of sailing, the fleet docked on a dark green planet full of vitality.
"Death World Catachan, even among the death worlds known for their harsh environment, Catachan is one of the most dangerous planets."
Azkalon stood beside the archangel.
The aggressive confidence on his face disappeared, his brows slightly frowned, and he rarely had a serious expression.
"Is it more dangerous than Bashar II?" Kano on the other side heard what Azkalon said, and immediately came over and asked back with some dissatisfaction. Bashar II is indeed a planet full of radiation and harsh environment. When Kano was young, he regarded it as hell and hated it immensely.
But,
Until he became an Astartes warrior and left Baal Scepter II.
Such hatred disappeared from Kano's mind without knowing when. The suffering he once suffered has become a topic of conversation now, and he even has some boastful emotions. After all, a coward cannot survive such a cruel purgatory, let alone become the Emperor's angel of death.
"Compared to Catachan, the environment of Baal Scepter II is as beautiful as heaven."
Azkelon sneered twice and replied.
"On Basilisk, the only deadly things are radiation, lack of water resources, and perhaps mutants, but on Catachan you can hardly find anything that is not deadly.
A leaf in the forest can tear off your entire face, the shell of an insect can even deflect a bullet from a grenade launcher, some trees in it can fight against the God Mechanical Titan, and there are frogs with power comparable to that of a small tactical nuclear bomb, etc."
Azkelon sneered, "I promise that a little cutie like you won't like this planet."
"(ˉ▽￣～)Tsk~~"
Kano pouted indifferently, "Although I have little education, I won't be easily fooled by you. How can this world be as exaggerated as you say? If that were true, the Military Affairs Department would not have sent us a rescue request, because no one can survive on a planet with such a harsh environment."
In order to prove his courage and to defend the glory of Basilisk warriors.
Similarly,
It is also to expose Azkelon's shameless lies.
Kano raised his head and took the initiative to speak to the Archangel: "Mother, please make me the first warrior to land on this planet. The credit for landing first belongs to the people of Baal."
"Ah?"
The Archangel smiled helplessly and retracted his gaze from the dark green death planet in front of him.
She looked at Kano's complacent look and was really worried. "I think this level of war is still too dangerous for you. Maybe it's better to let Garnet and Amit go first."
"I think I will set a good example for this annoying recruit."
Amit laughed not far away. He was hanging an orc skull on his shoulder armor. He licked his lips with a scarlet tongue, and continued to speak with expectation:
"I read from the military department that the invaders of this planet are those dark elves who are like stray dogs. This is a rare opponent. I will be curious about what their brains taste like. It's time to collect some skulls from them to decorate my little room.
Ah, my blood is burning.
Mother, I can't wait to bleed for you and tear those abominable aliens into pieces!"
"To be honest, your mental state makes me feel a little worried."
The archangel shrugged his shoulders, "But I admire your courage and your sincerity."
"What do you think?"
Sanguinius turned to look at Kano, and inexplicably felt like the principal of a kindergarten.
"Don't do this!" Kano jumped up on the spot, and he insisted, "Amit is indeed very strong, but my sword is not bad either.
I have been preparing for this honor for too long, practicing hard day and night, fighting with the most ferocious Astartes warriors in the duel cage. I have proved my courage and strength on the war moon of the Beast Emperor, and I can take on this task."
"Okay, okay."
The Archangel finally couldn't beat Kano, "Then this time I will arrange you to be in the first batch of airdrops, pay attention to safety. The danger comes not only from your enemies, but also from those weird plants and animals in the Catachan world."
"I will, thank you for your trust!" Kano nodded excitedly.
And Amit looked at his butt grimly and laughed.
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After discussing the general combat process,
The next step is to determine the specific combat target. The world of Catachan is covered with a thick layer of plants, and there are primeval forests with a history of tens of thousands of years everywhere. The overlapping leaves form an endless green ocean. It is not easy to find the enemy's traces here.
Especially,
The Dark Eldar are not opponents like the Orcs who win by numbers.
Each member of them is an elite, and the best of them are so fast that even the superhuman perception of the Astartes cannot distinguish their movements.
However, one thing is worth celebrating.
Dark Eldar spend most of their time living in the Warp Webway. To avoid being exposed to the Lady of Pleasure, they seal up their innate psychic powers. Dark Eldar are stronger in melee combat than Ark Eldar, but they do not have the strange abilities provided by the Eldar Prophet.
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In the eyes of veterans like Azkalon who have fought against both Ark Eldar and Dark Eldar.
Dark Eldar are actually easier to deal with.
As long as your reaction speed is fast enough and your martial arts are good enough, you can easily tear these aliens into pieces.
Beep beep!
A large number of detection satellites were released in the orbit of Catachan.
Hundreds and thousands of images were projected on the strong photon screen, densely packed, covering the entire hall like a sky curtain. Everyone's eyes quickly crossed over those images. Soon, the traces of the Dark Eldar were locked with the naked eye.
Tick!
The picture on the left was moved to the center of the field of vision.
Then it was quickly enlarged and presented to the Astartes warriors. The ancient fortress, the steel outer wall had become rusty due to the corrosion of toxic gases. Green vines surrounded half of the fortress like a huge mouth of the abyss, and the fire that tore the air poured out from the hidden shooting holes.
And outside the fortress, in the forest.
It was a piece of steel and flesh combined together, like a terrifying zombie, a blasphemous monster that made people feel creepy. These monsters were roughly human-shaped, but every part of their skin showed signs of excessive transformation.
Their palms were replaced with heavy metal gloves, spinal grafts and excessive bone hyperplasia made their backs bulge high, and sharp bone spurs protruded directly from the scarlet flesh, with metal arms, electrolytic whips, and dark green banned drug syringes installed on them. A more cruel method was to sew the upper body of another humanoid creature together to form a twisted monster with two heads and four arms.
"What the hell is this?"
Kano swallowed his saliva, and an angry expression appeared on his face: "Are these monsters transformed from humans?"
"Some are, but most of them are transformed from the bodies of their compatriots."
After seeing these monsters, Azkalon's expression became more serious, "These monsters are called remains, and they are monster servants created by the Haemonculi. They are tortured by pain and hope to inflict the same pain on any living creature."
"These crazy remains are not difficult opponents to deal with, of course this is for us."
Azkalon added, "But the masters behind them are very difficult to deal with."
"Haemonculi..."
The smile on Amit's face became more and more crazy, "They are the core of the Dark Eldar society, the masters of pain and torture. The birth, death and even survival of the Dark Eldar depend on them. I regard it as a rare and precious delicacy."
I think you are a bit extreme... Kano withdrew his eyes from Amit.
Although the enemy sounds strong, Kano, who just destroyed the Orc Battle Moon, is now in a stage of self-confidence expansion. He did not feel any fear because of this, but was full of anticipation.
"Those compatriots can't hold on for much longer."
The Archangel spoke, noticing that the flames spewing out of the fortress had become a little weak, probably because the ammunition stored in it was running out. Groups of corpse monsters charged forward fearlessly with a grin, and the poison crystal cannons and putrefaction injectors equipped on the pain engine fired continuously. With the sizzling sound of steel rusting, large amounts of poisonous steam emerged from the armored gate of the fortress.
"According to the first combat plan, plan α will begin." The Archangel frowned slightly and gave orders decisively.
"Don't let down the blood of Sanguinius!"
The soldiers of the Ninth Legion responded with a loud war cry, and the slightly lax atmosphere in the tactical command hall just now was swept away.
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Skain stared at the battlefield in front of him.
His pale face, like a corpse, was filled with an excited smile, and the eighteen tendrils of flesh and blood on his back were waving up and down excitedly because of the high-quality test subjects that were about to be captured. The sharp blade flail flashed with blue-purple electric sparks, and the joints of the spinal whip crackled.
"Tsk tsk, the monkeys in this world are generally very strong. Maybe some of my ideas can be successful on these monkeys?"
Skain thought with a tsk tsk, and his thoughts were divergent.
Although those warriors were brave.
But now they have become birds in a cage, surrounded by their own army of remains, unable to escape. Their last fortress was also shaky under the attack of poison crystal cannons and putrefactive fluid syringes, and it was possible to collapse completely at any time. Victory was inevitable for him.
In order to spend this boring time waiting for victory.
Skain imagined the battlefield as his laboratory in Gomor, and those Catachan jungle warriors were the mice on his cold test bench. He would take out his precious limbs cultivated in formalin solution and graft them onto their spines.
He wasn't sure if the warriors' spines could handle the weight of extra muscle.
He was curious.
It would be painful, and they would probably scream.
They will bleed and bite their teeth alive, but their consciousness will remain awake because he will inject additional adrenaline-based drugs during the operation. He will then use specific reagents to guide further bone growth until the body becomes bent, deformed, and becomes a fearsome, ugly monster.
Flesh and blood are incomplete, and steel is needed to supplement them.
To do this, he needs -
Whoosh!
Skye's plan was disrupted by a scream that tore through the air, and he raised his head in displeasure. He was standing on a small hill in the forest. Looking past the overlapping leaves, he could see more than a dozen red lines of fire spreading straight across the sky under the light of stars.
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"Meteorite?"
Skye was stunned for a moment, then his face turned ferocious: "It's those damn Astartes!"
Why are they here?
My great work!
Boom!
The continuous muffled sound was like a death spell. Although Skye gritted his teeth and felt a little reluctant to give up, he had to retreat from here as soon as possible. Otherwise, not only would his trip be in vain, but he would also probably leave his body here.
A suitable body, even for a wealthy Haemonculi.
It is also a very precious wealth and must not be wasted easily.
Uh-huh!
But just when he turned around to leave.
A strong wind blew from the sky, causing the surrounding trees to press down one after another, and even the soil on the ground was rolled up layer by layer. The sunlight that should have been shining in the clear sky was completely blocked by the huge scarlet storm bird. Two figures stood side by side in the cabin, looking at themselves from above.
"Don't even think about running away."
Chief Captain Radolon, who was wearing scarlet power armor and had short silver hair, spoke coldly.
"Repent, ugly alien." Azkelon, wearing golden fine workmanship power armor, spread his arms and jumped out of the cabin. The light blue vector flames ejected from the jump backpack behind him offset Catachan. The abnormal gravity on the planet allowed him to land firmly on the ground.
Sonorous!
Azkelon pulled out the finely forged power sword and pointed it at the Haemonculi's throat: "Although repentance cannot absolve you of your sins, I will grant you a merciful death on behalf of the angels."
"hey-hey!"
A smile appeared on Skye's face, "It's just the two of you, you are such arrogant and stupid guys."
He clapped his hands, and two huge and ferocious monsters as big as mountains of meat walked out of the shadows behind him: "Monkey, you must remain in awe of the superior races. It's still unclear who will win and who will lose!"
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