Chapter 98 Think Tanks and Untouchables, Angels and Desperate Refugees

Chapter 97 Think Tanks and Untouchables Angels and Desperate Refugees

Flix's words were obviously reserved. Kano saw the flash of pain on the Iron Warrior's face, and he did not choose to continue questioning.

The rain continued to fall.

A gray-white storm rolled in the sky, and the sightseeing trees on both sides were drooping in the strong wind.

Kano also wanted to find some topics to continue chatting about, such as their respective home worlds. But before he could express these thoughts, he was interrupted by a sudden accident. Fanatic shouts came from not far away, and the crowd began to gather contrary to common sense.

The three Astartes warriors from different legions looked at each other, clenched their bolters, and remained alert.

"over there!"

Flix soon discovered his target.

Kano and Ahriman looked up and saw a man struggling out of the crowd.

He climbs atop a statue depicting the Dawnstar's first "Lord of Light", Damian Torrhen, in a fierce wind. He climbed onto the statue's pedestal and took off his trench coat, revealing a brown robe embroidered with golden snakes.

Ahriman recognized that as the symbol of the Sons of Sitan.

Varjas and Saint Asta looked at each other.

His wrath will shake the heavens, and his return will unite the earth. Do they feel me? "

In your prophecy, it seems that hundreds of illusory figures are walking out, walking through the ruins, looking for every human being who may have signs of life in the cage made of steel and concrete. .

The whole city was shaking violently, shaking up and down.

I looked out in the direction of the sound from the grass in front of Lin Guanlinzi's burned body, and saw a twisted white shadow. I blinked, and the mist under the white shadow seemed to dissipate a little, and Kano saw a pair of cloudy eyes without a pair of...artificial imitation rabbit ears.

Although the bio-tracker inside Colin Gillis cannot be used, Valhas and the planet's governor are still alive. Saint Asta doubts the judgment of his brother, so you search for it with all your strength and contribute your own strength.

Azkelon, who was following the angel, nodded and led the soldiers in his hands to participate in the rescue work.

The little angel's fierce heart rippled, and a glimmer of light flashed in your eyes. You found the planetary governor Magnu in the ruins of the streets.

A piercing alarm bell sounded nearby, as if lamenting the destruction caused around them.

"You can't start that drama with a headshot," Flix said, slinging my bolter under his shoulder. Kano heard the sound of bullets being fired, and I knew that Flix didn't have that ability.

Awaiman extended his spiritual power and pressed the woman's throat with the smallest amount of force. It wouldn't kill the woman, but the lack of oxygen would put me into a brief coma, stopping the farce before it caused even greater damage.

Outside!

Like Kano, who can only use one-handed white thunder, Awaiman does not have deep attainments in psychic powers.

Like a drop of water falling into a fierce pond.

"His eyes tell you that he has no other plans and is preparing to retreat." Saint Asta took the initiative to speak.

Saint Asta quickly moves through the ruins, and you use your talents to their full potential.

A long time later, La Shaolong and I, as well as Little Angel, discussed under the Red Tears, the flagship of the Fourth Legion, that in the future we would encounter unarmed humans during battles. But I didn't expect that things happened so quickly, so suddenly, and so unexpectedly.

Why can the planetary governor be saved by angels, while our loved ones can only be trapped in the ruins waiting for a cold death.

Awaiman said, "That will only cause less confusion and you will stop me."

Kano walked out of the grass full of curiosity and saw two footprints under the soil, but there was no sign of anyone. Awaiman gasped to regain his drained mental strength. I saw Kano walking around under the battlefield, so I walked up behind and patted the Blood Angel recruit on the shoulder.

What Saint Asta needs to do is to find a hand-held light spot among those candlelights.

We follow the angel in rags, begging you to help find our relatives, or dig our children out of the rubble, bring our dead wives and husbands back to life, or even somehow reverse the disaster that engulfs the city. .

Awaiman also saw logging guns, automatic guns, sword blades and axes.

Watch my arrival, open your hands, and embrace the golden revelation! "

The soldiers of the Fourth and Seventeenth Legions have not yet finished retreating into the ruins of the Dawn Star.

My voice seemed less messy in the strong wind, but Kano still felt that no one noticed me and responded to the words of the Crazy One.

Grabbing the meat under the bones, supercooled blood spurted out from every pore, forming a smelly red smoke. Skin peeled off like melted wax, bones bent and cracked. As Awaiman's power was exhausted, the eight thugs turned into human-like white charcoal out of thin air.

"His ideas are sensible and compassionate."

I fired eight more shots, killing eight more attackers.

I took out a revolver from the top of my robe, put it against my temple, and pressed the trigger with a loud smile.

Bullets landed under our armor, but those high-powered weapons could even scrape the paint off the armor.

A bomb exploded and the grabber was torn open from the inside.

"Your world has lost its chance.

Just when things became uncontrollable, the scarlet Varjas appeared in front of the angel in time.

The angel clasped his hands together, your narrow wings naturally drooped in front of you, and you spoke softly to the Gnust warriors gathered around you: "Go slowly and save these civilians trapped in the ruins. You have to argue and you have to fight. Every time they waste a breath, a life may be ruthlessly taken away from you, so go ahead."

The rocket rushes towards Awaiman.

The demands of the refugees are indeed without merit.

We have what it takes to be part of the Storm Lords!

But our glorious victory ended here, and Awaiman completely immersed my thoughts in the vast ocean. I am calling upon my guardian spirit and pouring my spiritual power into it. Eight Lin Guanlinzi suddenly screamed, thick smoke spewed out from our mouths, noses and eyes, and our whole bodies started to spontaneously combust.

A low-decibel scream unique to men brought Kano back to reality from his envious mood.

What the little angel saw in his vision was the entire eight-dimensional structure of the city, with some illusory ghosts lost in the abandoned city. Those are dead souls, and Saint Asta is unable to offer us any help, only to see our powers being drawn into the void.

Sheng Guanlin marked these living beings in the communication system and sent them to Azkelon before setting off to the next city. It was a burning residential area, with collapsed buildings and overpasses folded like cardboard. Beyond the burning canyon, the entire area that sank to the ground was a former park.

We screamed.

I treated death as some kind of sublime ritual, and I was martyred on that occasion.

When a wave like a white tide hits you, Sheng Guanlin falls into an embarrassing situation.

That woman had just shot and killed at least 12 people indiscriminately. Every time I pulled the trigger, I whispered the cult's teachings. My body was blown open by Blood Angels' blasters.

Awaiman walked toward the crowded street, hoping to silence me once I caused less chaos.

You try to use the truth of the empire to explain that you are a real angel, and you can reverse life and death to fulfill our requirements.

Kano also threw out a bolt of white thunder at the critical moment, delaying the detonation of the bomb within a hundred meters.

But when I blinked, the man with bunny ears disappeared.

In order to slow down the work process.

"There are screams and crying sounds everywhere outside." Awaiman replied, "As for the figure wearing rabbit ears under his head, I'm sorry, you didn't see it."

Sheng Guanlin believes that she is fighting for the common glory of all mankind. This has been the case in the past, is the case now, and will be the case in the future.

A portion of the neighborhood has been explored, and no target found.

"yes!"

It depends on whether Saint Asta chooses to hand over, but at this moment, in the eyes of those people, Saint Asta is not a real angel. You have no ice-white wings, but your body is majestic and perfect. You fall from the sky, and your whole body is bathed in golden light. You tear apart steel and concrete with ease, carving a dangerous path through the rubble. In that case, the fact that Saint Asta was an angel seemed to be a deception and a shirk in the eyes of the refugees.

Let you tell them the truth.

"Hundreds of thousands of people were taken away in the blink of an eye," Varjas said. "But not even fewer people survived. You have to find a way to do something. Can you give up so easily?" ”

Saint Asta flapped his wings heavily and swooped upward.

"Did he hear a scream just now or see a figure wearing rabbit ears under his head?"

yes!

The reverberation of the violent shooting drowned out all other sounds, and every head looked towards the place where the sound came from. People threw themselves to the ground, crawling in front of whatever shelter the streets could provide.

With wild roars, Konrad's sons scattered their machetes and bullets at the innocent refugees around them and Gnust who was nearby.

Bodies were scattered all over the street, and the ground was stained with blood.

Whoosh!

But Varjas is still willing to watch the innocent people who have been tortured by suffering and natural disasters be written off like cold numbers under the ledger. Regardless of whether it's hard work or not, I plan to do something outside of it.

"That's for special people."

Such a loss, so tragic.

Everyone is a citizen of the empire.

When the cold demagogue has no fear of death.

"An ugly scene, isn't it?" Varjas said.

In arithmetic and statistics, such inferences are vague.

The people of that planet still remember Terra.

In addition, there is a small group of giant transporters from the Mechanicus, carrying heavy-lift drilling rigs, tunnel excavators and rubble excavators. It was a difficult negotiation to convince Perturabo to devote those resources to Dawnstar. In the Iron Lord's arrangement, those resources would be best used on the refugees who had not yet gathered in Kalena.

I flung the thug forward, my golden robes gleaming in the air. My screams died as the searing air dragged oxygen from my lungs, eating my flesh as fast as phosphates eat metal.

I stretched my fire barrier.

The dying city was groaning.

A hundred sad, blood-soaked souls and desperate wretches hadn't caught up with you when Saint Astra appeared where Magnus Gilles's spirit lay.

Some were cheering, others were pointing.

"It's hard to see beauty in destruction like that," the angel said sadly.

"Hmm."

The shattered promethium pods fell into the abyssal rift and then burned violently. Endless flames split the dry bay, blood-red flames lit up the ruins. The living quarters of Dawnstar rolled and collided like children's bricks, forming weird spires of concrete and steel.

Just then——

I had only seen the man's appearance in Xitanzhi's official information and left an impression. Besides, Magnus was also a native of the surrendered world. Lin Guanlin's return was smooth, not completed in war but achieved in peace.

"Is he looking for something?" Awaiman asked coldly.

Stormbirds and medical machines were hovering above our heads.

The little angel was proud to see your descendants walking in the city.

Only Flix roared a little, I mustered my courage, took a step back and used my heavy shoulder armor to welcome the incoming rocket. The warhead hit the center under my shoulder guard and exploded immediately. The flames swallowed the iron warrior in it, but I still stood.

Awaiman shouted.

But that attitude of concession made the refugees retreat even more. We turned into a real, desperate and icy tide, surrounding the little angel. The dying body of the Imperial Governor was right behind you, but you couldn't start your work.

——

Magnu Gilles.

Tick-tock!

In such a joyous and cruel scene, the souls of the living seemed particularly dark, like candlelight flickering in the white darkness.

Awaiman set up a shield around his body, and a storm of sharp shrapnel engulfed the rocket, and the flames and smoke from the explosion were trapped in it.

The swirling dust hung a suffocating veil in the air, covering everything with a layer of white lining, burying the dead outside the bright cage. The angel flapped its wings and appeared in the sky below the city. Your extraordinary vision superimposed many echoes that special people saw.

Awaiman could see people's inner thoughts, and Lin Guanlinzi's soul was as dark and cold as mercury and could not escape my eyes. My intuition was more wrong than any indicator under the helmet, pointing directly to the enemy leader.

Kano felt his scalp tingling.

Saint Asta and Valhas were responsible for searching half of the city each.

"Ah!!!"

I took a deep breath and felt the power of the vast ocean filling my body. Compared with the fully armed Gnust, the special man's body was as strong as a reed by the lake. Awaiman took a small step back, and the people around me were naturally separated like a river.

The eight people bent down and reloaded their ammunition at the speed before professional training.

When Saint Astra arrived at Dawn Star City on the Blood Angel Storm Bird of the Fourth Legion, a huge earthquake unprecedented in history was happening there. The storm gathered, and scarlet lightning fell from the sky like a spear thrown by Zeus.

"What are you still waiting for there." The angel said, "Let's get moving."

The streets were full of screams.

"Looking for a single life in a city of hands is different from finding a needle in a haystack."

Felix cooperated with my actions, and I pushed back to the left, shooting without rhythm like a hammer hitting iron felt. Every shot must have no one falling with the sound of the gun. We passed through the screaming refugees, and eight giants spewed flames from our weapons.

Women and men were hiding from the attackers, but bullets and blades came from every corner. Husbands protected their wives, and mothers protected their children. But Conrad showed no mercy and pointed his weapon at civilians - no matter that we were more women than men.

In my foresight, as the image of the instigator intimidating the refugees flashed like faded tape, I turned around and my pupils contracted.

Kano sent his first shot to a woman holding a long-barreled shotgun.

So terrifying.

The style of the painting was so different from the battlefield that Kano almost believed that he had seen it wrong.

We are the chosen people of God.

Kano looked at Awaiman with some envy.

For example, the soul.

The eyes of mortals can only see the surface of the city.

But such stupidity still made Awaiman sigh.

At that time, a man covered in blood and wearing a terrifying mask on his head stood up.

"Glory and revelry belong to all of you!" the man screamed, his robe fluttering in the wind and rain. He grabbed the statue's leg with one hand and raised his fist with the other hand: "The time for us to ascend to heaven has come, we are the blessed people!

This is a dark age full of struggle. You should not have returned to my palace among the stars with the Storm King. But the Storm King is merciful, and I give you another chance. I give you the chance to be with me!

Saint Asta, the planetary governor of the Empire in Xitan, knows a lot about this person.

Some killers in golden robes pointed their guns at the Lin Guanlin warriors.

"Look! These crimson and iron warriors came to your world to steal the moment of glory. We took you away from your homes and drove you into the cabin like cattle. Do you know where we will take you? Will we tell you?

At the same time, pass the information to your brother Lin Guanlin through the highest priority communication channel.

Eight masked women in golden robes, each with a rocket launcher in their hands. The moment Awaiman's eyes fell on us, we pulled the trigger.

Or Perhaps only a small portion of the Dawnstar population was saved.

The high cries of wounded women and men lingered in the forest of shattered buildings, but there were too many. The earthquake had come so suddenly, and the destruction had been so swift, that the few inhabitants had not yet died before they knew what was happening inside.

Kano's seventh shot pierced eight people, shattering their bones and tearing their organs to pieces.

Varhas said, "You have to find the planetary governor of Xitan, Magnus Gilles. The planetary governor has the power to control all small facilities within the planet, and he must want to speed up the disaster relief to the extreme, so you can't do without Magnus' help. "

Gilles was happy to accept the Imperial troops. My coldness and sincerity impressed the commander of the expeditionary fleet and the emissary of Terra, and it was natural for me to continue to rule Lin Guanlin.

We melted steel, lifted unimaginable weights, and used our talents to save these trapped people from the shadow of death. In the city, Perturabo's gray descendants were evacuating the chaos caused by the earthquake: narrowing roads, dealing with wreckage, and restoring blocked traffic flow.

Valhas said: "You have similar potential, and if you want to find someone, there is no place that can hide me. "

"Bang! "Accompanied by the sound of gunfire piercing the rain curtain, the man's brain and blood splattered under the surrounding refugees. In Awaiman's perception, it seemed as if there was no moment of this hand and. Many people in the crowd took off the cloaks that concealed their identities, revealing the robes with snake logos sewn on the outside.

But Conrad, who was standing under the statue's perch, was not afraid at all, pointing at Awaiman and continued:

Lin Guanlinzi's words were not enough to shake Gnust's iron will.

In a short surprise attack, Kano had not seen Awaiman's skilled skills such as foresight, mind reading, flame manipulation, force manipulation, and psychic barriers. Compared with Awaiman, Kano felt like a man who could only hit people with the butt of a gun.

But it would be a betrayal to ignore the suffering we have endured just because our numbers are statistically insignificant.

The cracking of the earth by the stone hands, the screams of steel bars bending and breaking, the bloody survivors wandering numbly among the ruins of their homes, calling out in vain the names of their loved ones and friends. Everything that happened under the forest crowns broke Saint Asta's heart.

We are the messengers of false gods, the demons given human faces. We are demons walking in the interstellar darkness, and our only purpose here is to enslave you! "

Since the war of boarding the orcs to fight the moon, Saint Asta's prophetic ability has been weakened. You just can't see some scenes that will happen in the future, and Saint Asta can see some deeper things more intuitively.

A bouncing fragment tore the entire left half of my body, making me deformed. I screamed and fired a series of small-caliber shells. Awaiman wrapped it in a layer of scorching air, so that the shells exploded after impact, burning in the air.

Conrad begged them, looking up at the sky.

"Yes!"

--

But even with my superhuman speed, I couldn't stop what happened next.

30K: This earthquake killed hundreds of thousands of people, Astartes was shocked, and angels wept

40K: What! Just kill hundreds of billions of people to cede land and attract the Zerg to the Orcs' lair? Hurry up and throw the extermination order down, quickly!