Chapter 89 The Vibrant Hell (Please Subscribe)

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Just as mortals cannot look directly at the sun for a long time, Keleste cannot look directly at such majesty and beauty.

Tears flowed from his eyes, and his vision was blurred.

Impossible to defy, irresistible.

But he still raised the guillotine in his hand with great willpower.

This little struggle could not stop the coming of the god of death.

Swish!

He felt a chill between his eyebrows.

Blood gushed out of his body, and blood-red filled all around.

Then there was a brisk laugh from the great lady of joy, and the crimson abyss appeared under his feet. The false nightmare could not escape the real nightmare after all.

"Fire! Kill the aliens!"

Azkelon roared, and the Blood Angels poured fire on the aliens.

Keleste's men were not rigorously trained warriors of the Order, but mercenaries recruited from all walks of life. Some of them may have quite good combat capabilities, but they lack coordination with each other.

This defect became a fatal weakness in the battle with the Astartes.

Just like a sharp sickle harvesting wheat.

After taking advantage of the first-hand assault, the Astartes warriors harvested the remaining Dark Eldar at an astonishing speed. Most of the Dark Eldar pirates had already lost their lives in the first encounter, and the remaining members, although they reacted quickly, had already lost the opportunity to change the situation.

Ta-ta-ta!

The sound of gunfire gradually stopped in the dense forest.

The soft wind blew from afar, the shade of the trees swayed, and a strong smell of blood spread on the battlefield.

The Archangel shook his sword lightly, and a little sticky blood stained on the red blade flowed to the ground. The divine weapon forged by the Emperor of Mankind has once again restored its past glory. Sanguinius strode forward, came to Fang Lai's side, and squatted lightly.

This respectable elder and outstanding warrior lay on the ground stained with blood.

His pupils were dilated, but he still had an amazing willpower.

He couldn't die yet, not now.

"Ahem!" The elder of Catachan turned his head to look at the archangel, his movements were difficult and slow, as if he had exhausted all his strength to do this. He blinked and said with a gasp, "A real angel, I have seen you in the brochure of the Empire, Catachan is saved."

"Old man, tell me what happened in this forest."

The archangel reached out and held the elder's skinny hand, his tone gentle and pleading.

"The Dark Eldar fleet raided the Ancestral Land. Our king went to stop them but failed. The demons imprisoned in the ancient prophecy were released, the forest was polluted, and things got worse and worse."

Kalai coughed hard twice, but still struggled to continue speaking, "We must find a way to get the ancestral artifact back, otherwise, it's impossible, cough cough!"

Big mouthfuls of black and red blood gushed out of Kalai's mouth.

His entire chin, chest and beard on his cheeks were all dyed red.

The blood permeated with a corrupt and foul smell. The plague in the forest had obviously spread through the body of the elder, making him terminally ill. He should have died long ago, but some kind of obsession insisted on finishing the previous sentence.

"This is an amazing warrior."

Azkelon stood beside the archangel and spoke softly with a hint of admiration on his face.

Even for Astartes, the nightmare of the Dark Eldar was definitely a difficult and dangerous opponent, but this guy could even gain the upper hand for a time when he was seriously injured. Aldaron was right. These elders possessed incredible fighting abilities.

"How are the others?" the archangel stood up and asked.

"Not very good."

Azkelon replied, "Most of the primitives have died in the battle with the Dark Eldar, and the rest have been infected with a serious plague. Our pharmacists are helpless in this situation and can only suppress it with a large amount of adrenaline drugs."

"This is only a temporary solution." Azkelon shrugged and added.

"That's enough, sir."

A younger ape warrior stood up shakily and came to the archangel. He looked at Fang Lai's body with some sadness and repeated, "That's enough. We can take you back to the tribe. We believe that's the source of the forest pollution."

"Okay."

Sanguinius nodded seriously, "I won't let your sacrifice go to waste."

"What's your name?" She looked at the warrior in front of her. The Catachan apes were not much different from normal humans, at least not as outrageous as Sanguinius. From the outside, they just looked thinner and had more hair on their faces.

Most Catachan apes have light yellow hair.

But the boy in front of him was an exception. His hair was light silver-gray.

"My name is Alger, sir." The young ape swallowed a mouthful of blood foam and answered respectfully.

"How will you deal with the warrior's body?" Sanguinius asked.

"We will bury their ashes in the soil of the forest," Alger replied, "but there is no time to perform these rituals now, and our race will also die out."

The number of Catachan apes is extremely rare.

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After this war is over, even the most optimistic estimates may only have a few people left.

In the foreseeable future, these outstanding warriors will turn into a wisp of white smoke in history and be forgotten. Therefore, there was a decisive pessimism in Alger's voice.

"I will remember you."

Sanguinius seemed to understand the ape boy's thoughts. She reached out and touched Alger's head, "I will remember every comrade who has fought alongside me until my death."

"Really?"

There were tears in Alger's eyes, "If this is true, our sacrifice will be more glorious."

"Death will come to us eventually, but not necessarily now."

The archangel spoke thoughtfully. She looked at her heirs and gave the order, "Clean up these corpses and don't let them be contaminated by that corrupt power again."

"As you wish."

Amit nodded and immediately started gathering people.

The Astartes warriors piled the corpses together and pulled the triggers of the flamethrowers, and blazing fire dragons spurted out from the black holes of the muzzles. Amidst the crackling sounds, the blazing flames and thick black smoke obscured the corpses in front of them, turning them into red and black embers.

——

+Mother, you are worried. +

Kano's voice caused a ripple in the Archangel's heart.

This sound was not transmitted through the communication channel, but was directly used as an echo on the spiritual level.

"Kano, I remembered something about Bastar." The archangel did not deny it, and led the team through the dense jungle. The further they moved towards that place, the thicker the yellow-green smoke in the air became. The smell also became more and more foul.

"The war that took place deep within the Brass Brotherhood's fortress?"

Kano hesitated, but still asked, "What happened in that secret room? To be honest, when we saw you, you were in a very bad state, looking pale and covered in blood. You were almost in a coma. among."

"I met a demon—"

The archangel replied, "But there is more than just demons."

She thought of the huge arena, the scarlet sky, the endless skulls, and the majestic Titan on the brass throne that covered the starry sky. The oppressive feeling that hit her face was like a lingering nightmare. Even though several years had passed, when she thought about it today, she still felt like she couldn't breathe.

"What exactly is it?"

Kano asked, and before the archangel could answer, Kano spoke again.

With a little humor and unquestionable determination: "I am very different now than I was before. No matter what it is, I will face it with you!"

A smile.

Appeared on the corner of the angel's mouth, "Thank you, Kano."

——

"Wow!"

Azkelon brandished the power sword in his hand.

Cut off the yellow-green branches that grew crazily and were covered with thorns in front of you, and carved out a barely passable road through the jungle as lush as the ocean. He walked forward with difficulty, but when he crossed a certain limit, the endless jungle suddenly disappeared here.

It's like there is an invisible boundary dividing the whole world into two parts.

Azkelon walked out of the forest, and the pressure suddenly disappeared, making him unable to help but take a deep breath. Even with the filter of the breathing grille, the pungent smell still rippled through his mouth, and the fishy smell rushed straight to his forehead, and Azkelon couldn't help but cough twice.

"Oh my God!"

He heard a sigh in the team communication channel.

This voice came from a veteran of the Holy Blood Guard, a reliable partner who had decades of fighting experience with Azkelon.

He shouldn't have uttered such a sigh during the war - Azkelon frowned.

Preparing to reprimand in a low voice.

But when he raised his head and saw everything around him.

He couldn't help but froze in place, and the words he had prepared could not come out of his mouth no matter what.

hell!

Two vivid and terrifying words filled Azkelon's heart.

As the former leader of the Ninth Legion and an Astartes veteran from Terra, Azkelon even shaped many cruel hells with his own hands. Turn bustling cities into burning ruins, piles of corpses, colorful oil left after detonating cyclone torpedoes, etc.

But before witnessing it with his own eyes, Azkelon never imagined that when life grows uncontrollably, it will form a vibrant but more terrifying purgatory.

This hell is dark green.

Sparse rain fell from the sky filled with yellow-green smoke clouds.

The stagnant water spreads on the ground to form a lake, which is a kind of pus full of plague and virulent poison. Undigested rotten flesh rises and falls in the yellow-green pus, dotted with acidic bile, and thickened by fresh feces. The smell is so strong that it can stun a pig, and it is so corrosive that it can melt ceramic steel.

Countless lives grow under the nourishment of pus.

Bacteria, germs, insects, scavengers, animals, plants, every conceivable and unimaginable creature sings in this ichor.

Overgrowth of fungi covers the ground in a greasy black sludge.

Rotten livestock gave birth to strange-looking pups in the rain, and swarms of furry flies buzzed and fluttered above their heads. Plants and animals were expanding and twisting with strange fertility, and the dirty floods were endlessly rising and falling and washing the earth.

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In the middle of everything, on the high ground in the middle of the lake.

A burly and corrupt figure like a meat mountain was holding out his arms and singing loudly under the swollen yellow-green clouds. The huge body was swollen due to the corruption of the organs, and the necrotic flesh was covered with moss-like boils and smelly pustules.

Through the edematous skin that was broken by the organs, you can directly peek into the scene inside the monster.

In the squirming and swollen internal organs, countless baby-sized demons were playing excitedly, and maggots as big as an adult's arm were gurgling and squirming in the gaps of the intestines.

Puff!

A small Nurgling tore the demon's casing, and a large handful of yellow-green porridge spurted out.

The demon named Rotigus was not afraid when he saw the angels and the soldiers of the Ninth Legion, but laughed loudly. The voice was generous and full of sincerity, as if the host of the feast had finally waited for the guests he wanted to entertain.

"Seven curses, seven diseases, seven blessings!"

He raised his arms and sang hymns.

At the same time, countless rotten bodies in the surrounding pus numbly crawled out of it. They were edematous all over their bodies, their skin was ulcerated, their internal organs were exposed, and fist-sized flies were buzzing around them. But even so, these people did not really die, but lived in pain and despair.

They also raised their hands and sang loudly with the voice of the demon, "When He comes, all things will be immortal!"

Bang!

The sound of the grenade gun firing interrupted the beat.

A large mass of stinking fat exploded on the rotten body of Rotigus.

The special explosive bomb that could tear steel and penetrate armor did not cause substantial damage to the huge monster. Even the small wound left on it was healing rapidly and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

But the monster still grumbled in dissatisfaction: "What a guest who doesn't know etiquette."

However——

When the monster saw the archangel.

The dissatisfaction on Rotigus's face disappeared quickly, and it put its chubby hands together and pressed them against its cheeks. The flesh on its chin was piled up because of the exaggerated smile, and maggots as thick as arms drilled in the gaps of fat.

"But it doesn't matter."

He laughed generously, his voice full of eager hunger and excitement, "Guests need to observe etiquette, but when we become family, we don't need to care about these insignificant details."