Chapter 90 Angel Chosen by God (Please Subscribe!)

Chapter 89 Angel Chosen (Please subscribe!)

"You think I came here to destroy, but on the contrary, I came here in the name of the loving father to save." The monster named Rotigus raised his hands. He had antlers on his head, and rotten fungus blankets hung on his antlers. He held a boxwood branch in his left hand.

Every time this strange plant was born, grew, and quickly withered and died due to disease.

It would leave a seed.

The seed would grow again, repeating the process over and over again.

But in each reincarnation, a terrible disease would be bred, spread in the physical universe, and take away the lives of millions of mortals.

Rotigus waved the scepter in his hand.

He sang blasphemous words loudly, and the sound stopped abruptly in the next moment.

The burning red giant blade came from behind it with a roar that tore through the air, and Rotigus' leathery skin, which was filthy and dirty, was torn by this force. The divine weapon forged by the Emperor himself easily penetrated deep into the flesh, bringing out a large handful of blood when it was cut out.

The red blade was almost the same height as an ordinary Astartes.

It was covered with a layer of psychic black fire.

Even for a demon as huge as Rotigus, who was as big as a meat mountain, such a sharp blow was enough to kill him.

Kano could see it clearly.

The muscles, fat, and bones on Rotigus' neck were neatly cut.

His huge and ugly head was only connected to his body by a little skin and blood vessels. But he did not cheer, his eyes became more serious.

Laughter!

A loud and powerful laugh burst out from Rotigus' mouth.

The blood turned into a thick yellow-green slurry, and the drizzling rain in the sky became heavier and heavier, raising a torrent of filth on the ground. The rain washed the forest, flooded the low-lying areas, and turned the fertile forest into an even more fertile swamp wetland. More and more lives began to distort.

Catachan warriors and pilots hid in the ruins.

Try to avoid being contaminated by the plague-filled rain.

Although Astartes warriors like Kano can still resist, as time goes by, he also feels that he is getting weaker and breathing more and more difficult, as if blocked by some pus, and there is a lingering smell of rust in his nasal cavity.

"The concepts of life and death are under the control of my creator, how can you kill me!" Rotigus laughed.

The angel responded in silence.

But a layer of blood-red flames burned in her eyes, and her anger was growing.

More fierce attacks hit Rotigus's vitals. In the blood-red sword light, half of Rotigus's head was directly cut off, and the disgusting smell of fat was exposed to the air. The fat was grayish white, and you could see the squirming brain and gray-green teeth inside.

The Blood Angels responded one after another.

Bombs poured out.

The dense firepower exploded on Rotigus's bloated body like raindrops.

"What a bunch of rude little guys!" Rotigus muttered, and he gently waved the boxwood branch in his hand, and the numb zombies soaked in the rain came to life, roaring and screaming, and walked towards the Blood Angels.

The firepower of the Blood Angels had to be partially absorbed by these approaching monsters.

And Sanguinius seized this opportunity.

He rushed forward.

At a speed that the demon had no time to react, he passed by his arm, and a bright and brilliant sword light exploded. The demon's thick arm and the boxwood branch in his palm fell into the smelly sewage.

Snap!

The archangel held a sword in his left hand and a spear in his right hand.

She landed gracefully on the broken pillars of the ruins, a layer of fine psychic black fire burning on her body.

The pouring rain had burned before it touched her body, and turned into wisps of white smoke with a hissing sound.

"Its vitality is too strong, what can I do to defeat it?"

The archangel frowned and thought.

Scenes appeared in front of her eyes, the past, present, and future, intertwined and blurred.

For Sanguinius, the concept of time is a bit vague.

What happened in the past and the future is like a book, and the content on it can be read at any time. But the content recorded in this book is full of variables and traps. If you accept it all without thinking, it will inevitably lead to disaster and destruction.

So -

Even if Sanguinius herself has a strong psychic talent.

But she has never conducted in-depth exploration and development in this area, but only maintained a certain degree of familiarity.

The picture flickered faster and faster.

Soon, Sanguinius found the picture she wanted.

It was a group of Dark Eldars, confronting another group of Catachan Apes, about three standard Terran weeks ago, and the location was in this ruin. The confrontation quickly evolved into a conflict, and the battle was about to break out.

What surprised the Archangel was that.

Even facing the well-equipped and rigorously trained Dark Eldar warriors.

This group of Catachan Apes still quickly gained the upper hand at the beginning of the battle, especially the ape in the lead, who defeated the leader of the Dark Eldar in a head-on battle.

But the change also began from then on.

The beheading knife chopped down.

Activated ancestral weapons, polluted forests, filthy and blasphemous praises.

After the Dark Eldar experienced the disaster caused by Slaanesh, they voluntarily gave up sealing their psychic talents. Perhaps it was because of this innate caution that they withstood the mental impact caused by the subspace psychic fluctuations.

The elders of Catachan fell.

Most of them exploded directly and turned into a mass of festering flesh and blood.

A small number of survivors were taken away by the Dark Eldar slave-catching team and returned to their own spaceships.

The scene continues——

The spaceship sailed towards the depths of the universe, and the archangel's gaze passed through the curtain of starlight and entered the interior of the Dark Eldar battleship. On the lower deck, the surviving Catachan warriors were imprisoned in rusty cages.

Plague and infected wounds claimed their lives, but the chief among them survived.

He was a warrior with a sickly face and stiff ribs.

A flash of red light burned in his eyes.

He longs for revenge, but he is too weak to break free from his bonds.

The archangel decided to help him.

The talent obtained from the guardian angel can not only affect machines but also humans. Even better. But at such a long distance, Sanguinius was not sure whether his attempt would succeed.

But no matter what the result is.

This thing in itself is worth trying.

——

Dark Starship.

Arcana, who was trapped in the cage, opened his eyes in a daze.

He heard the wind.

But there shouldn't be any noise here.

This is a closed spaceship, and the Dark Eldar's spaceship is even beyond the understanding of the sages of the Martian Mechanicus. There are no thick cables, various metal pipes, consoles, etc. inside. Every part in it is as natural as crystal, full of exquisiteness and beauty like works of art.

But indeed, Arcana heard the sound of wind blowing across the field.

Golden sunshine and vast sea of ​​grass.

The eagle flaps its wings and soars.

He raised his head and saw strands of golden light piercing the darkness and falling from the sky. An illusory figure shrouded in hazy light stood in front of him, exquisite and perfect, brilliant and gentle. It was a majestic but humble life form, an angel representing the new empire.

"Angel…"

Arcana felt like her brain had been burned out.

He spoke, reaching forward through the cage.

But he touched something soft, which was the wings of an angel, soft and warm. Arcana retracted his fingers like an electric shock. His eyes were wide open, he was panting, and his face was full of bewilderment.

"Angel, why do you appear here? Are you a real thing or my fantasy?" Arcana swallowed his saliva and asked blankly.

"I'm somewhere between reality and fiction."

The angel said, "I am here because I need your help. Your people need your help."

"I neglected my duty and the forest was polluted because of my mistake."

Thinking of the scene where the soldiers were killed, Archana showed a look of pain on his face. But he quickly cheered up. Since the angel appeared here, it meant that everything was still possible to be redeemed: "Tell me, what should I do?"

"You need to find that artifact and isolate its power from the plague."

"Ahem!"

Arcana covered her mouth and coughed violently.

There was sticky black-red blood between his fingers, and he said with a face full of pain, "I wish I could do all this, but my current condition is very bad. My body was almost destroyed by that damn plague. , I couldn't move, I couldn't even breathe.

Great angel, I, I’m sorry…”

"I will give you help so that you will no longer suffer from the pain." The archangel said gently, "I can also tell you the structure of this spaceship, but I can't provide more help. Will it be completed in the end? This matter still needs your efforts.”

"Enough, enough."

The excessive excitement caused the wound in Arcana's lungs.

He coughed twice before he calmed down and continued, "I am the son of the forest and the Windrunner of Catachan. Even if there is only one person, I will be an invincible army. Angel, I use the wind And I swear to you on my life that I will do it.

Tell the people of Catachan that I will save them from the plague. "

"I'll tell them."

The archangel nodded gently and did not continue to speak.

A pair of ice-white wings spread out behind her, and snow-white feathers fell into Arcana's hand.

Arcana was surprised to find that the disease raging in his body was being cured rapidly, and the injuries on his body also began to heal. The broken bones grew at a perceptible speed, and there was a numb and itchy feeling deep in the muscles. He exerted slight force, and unprecedented strength surged out of his body.

Click!

Arcana held the two long metal bars of the cage in front of him with both hands.

A plague spread from the forest.

Not only does it spread among animals and plants, it can also corrode metal and infect some electronic components.

The cage was covered in a thick layer of rust, making it brittle.

Arcana barely exerted any force.

He successfully broke out of the cage.

He jumped out of the cage that bound him, and landed on the ground easily. His feet collided with the bloodstained steel, making almost no sound.

This is a cruel cell.

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Many of Arcana's people and precious creatures captured from Catachan are imprisoned in it.

But unfortunately.

These humans are already dead.

The weapons of the Dark Eldar and various plagues are the culprits who killed them.

Arcana clasped his hands together, silently prayed for his brothers, and then left the cell carefully. Perhaps it was already assumed that all life in this cell would be killed by the plague, and the Dark Eldar warriors did not defend it at all.

The long corridor outside was empty, with only dangerous red lights flashing.

Arcana leaned down and lowered his center of gravity.

Walking carefully in this long corridor, he heard all kinds of tiny sounds, the crisp sound of steel colliding when the engine was running, the painful shouts of the tortured in the depths of darkness, the wanton screams of the Dark Eldar, and all kinds of sounds that could not be described in words.

He saw layers of buildings arranged above his head, in front of him, and behind him.

These buildings with exquisite structures and complex functions formed the main body of the warship, and the Dark Eldars shuttling back and forth in them were the prey he needed to hunt. He even felt the wind, not the natural wind. It was a more subtle but clearly layered perception.

The gas exhaled and inhaled from the mouth and nose, the airflow driven by walking, the hot steam emitted when the engine was overheated and cooled, and so on.

These subtle things were all perceptible and usable for Arcana. When he realized this, he was no longer in a dangerous and unfamiliar alien spaceship, but walking in a jungle made of cast steel.

His figure disappeared silently from the corridor.

Two Dark Eldar warriors walked around the corner, but they didn't notice the threat hidden in the darkness.

——

Deep in the jungle of Catachan.

In the abandoned ruins, the battle between angels and corrupt demons continued.

In a fierce collision, the boxwood branch in the demon's hand and his arm were chopped off, and blood spurted out from the huge wound. But Rotigus didn't care. He hugged his open stomach and laughed, and his intestines flowed out.

"Useless, useless!"

Rotigus spread his arms and embraced the angel, "My life is endless, and your strength will eventually run out. How long can you hold on, and how long can your rude offspring continue to hold on. Give up, join--"

Crack!

A blood-colored thunder flashed across the sky.

The expression on Rotigus's face froze, he covered his throat, and the wound that should have healed in the blink of an eye did not recover this time. His connection with the warp was cut off by some force, and he could no longer draw strength from the plague. "No! It shouldn't be like this!"

"It's all over." The angel said, "You chatterbox, go back to your hometown!"

She swung her sword forward again.

Rotigus wanted to block, but he couldn't keep up with the angel's speed.

His fat and deformed head rolled down from his meat-like body, blinked, and then his whole body exploded, turning into a pool of foul-smelling sewage and rushing in all directions.

I don't know why, when writing this plot, I always think of Guanyin Bodhisattva and Sun Wukong. Some ancient planets are sealed with the power of the warp. What I remember most clearly is that in the first book of the Horus Heresy, the country where Senutius was killed sealed some demons from the warp. Because Horus killed the false emperor, the demons inside were released, causing a series of effects, and began to shake the Astartes' belief in the truth of the empire.