Chapter 467 Black and Red, the Plot in the Shadows (Fifty-Two) The Decisive Battle, Its Four Precious Traditions

Chapter 467 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (Fifty-Two) Decisive Battle, Part Four - Precious Tradition

The pursuit continued, and the two Blood Crows were still running at full speed.

But the enemy had a comprehensive advantage from orbit to atmosphere. Half an hour after the abandoned airdrop pod was captured by the auspicious instrument, they finally encountered a team of Word Bearers riding Thunderhawks to intercept them in the last few kilometers before entering the mountains.

The short and fierce exchange of fire took place in the woods at the foot of the mountain. After trying their best, Lewan and his comrades finally managed to escape from the enemy's interception.

However, fate seemed to be deliberately targeting them.

Before the two were about to escape from the pursuit of the Word Bearers, a stray bullet flew from behind them, and the chain fixed on the relic box carried by Herbert was instantly broken by the bomb.

The moment the heavy metal box slid down, Herbert's steps slowed down suddenly. Lewan only had time to look at him, and then saw Herbert resolutely turned back.

"Don't!"

Lewan subconsciously stopped his comrade's behavior, but then he saw the ballistic tracer shooting out from the depths of the jungle. Herbert's advancing body suddenly stopped in the rain of bullets, and the power armor made a series of metal collisions and explosions.

He fell down, and the Word Bearers in the dense forest appeared in a posture of shooting suppression.

Lewan looked at the holy box that kept the spoils of the Blood Ravens and the fallen Herbert. The comrades who were close at hand and the mission targets farther away were waiting for his choice in these few seconds.

Boom! A heavy bolt shell exploded at Lewan's feet, and he instantly woke up from his entanglement.

The last commander of the Blood Raven Company did not hesitate, but pulled up Herbert's body and walked far into the depths of the dense forest.

"The target object has been recovered!" The commander of the Word Bearers walked to the relic box, split the box with a chainsaw sword, and said to the communicator.

"Return immediately!" Zarulak on the track immediately ordered.

"There are still two bugs alive, the brothers want..."

"Come back! This is not the time for entertainment! The chief priest's plan cannot fail!"

"Yes!"

"Retreat!"

The tall Word Bearer looked at the end of the dense forest for half a second, and then issued an order in the team channel.

Seven Word Bearers in the same armor closed the relic box, and then slowly retreated in a vigilant posture.

In their front field of vision, the figures of Lewan and Herbert were disappearing from sight, and over the open space in the woods behind, a red-painted Thunderhawk was slowly descending...

After struggling to drag Herbert for several kilometers, Lewan finally stopped after confirming that there were no pursuers. After finding a hiding spot nearby, he began to clean Herbert's body.

However, after carefully examining his whole body, Lewand was delighted to find that the gunshot wounds on Herbert were not fatal:

The five general-purpose bolter bullets did not hit the fatal parts, but only left deep bullet marks on Herbert's shoulder armor and abdominal cavity, but the fine steel bullets were still embedded in the armor without exploding, and did not cause damage to organs and limbs.

The three heavy bolter bullets that hit the torso, after penetrating the ceramic steel armor, were miraculously blocked by the two-finger-wide fine gold skeleton;

Only one heavy bolter bullet penetrated the breastplate and exploded a second time, but its most fatal shrapnel only caused serious deformation of the fine gold armor frame. As a result, Herbert's chest ribs were broken, causing the bone spurs to push back, resulting in rupture and hematoma of two lung lobes.

After nervously treating Herbert's injuries, Lewan sighed and breathed a sigh of relief. Rather than saying that Herbert was knocked unconscious, it was better to say that the high-intensity combat in recent days had pushed his body to its limit, and the gunshot wound in the lungs only activated his self-protection mechanism...

"There is still hope..." Lewan opened the broken armor on Herbert's chest, then took out the dagger from his waist and slowly cut into the skin. After seeing the two purple-black lungs, he used his remaining spiritual energy to close their arteries...

Three hours later, after Lewan had used up all the hormones on the two people's power armor, Herbert finally woke up in a difficult gasp.

"Awake?" Lewan asked.

"Probably..." Herbert coughed subconsciously twice, then asked Lewan:

"Where are the things?"

"Lost..." Lewan replied.

"So we failed?" Herbert lay on the ground, his vision penetrating the barrier of the woods.

Lewan knew where he was looking, but he didn't want to answer at this time.

"Probably..." Lewand looked at the psychic fluctuations above the distant Hive City, and gave the same answer as Herbert a few seconds later.

That huge and evil power is awakening, and when the evil ritual prop is found by the Word Bearers and most of the Blood Crows are sacrificed, no one can stop it from coming to the world.

In the distant Hive City, countless lives imprisoned in the dark room are being slaughtered, spreading the vision to the entire Padilla Galaxy, and even to the three galaxies including Shadow and Hess. An unprecedentedly large sacrificial array is starting to operate at the same time.

The power of the layers piled up, rising exponentially after reaching each critical point, and such a subtle and powerful power is the last trump card that Erebus relies on when facing a Primarch.

Buzz!

The violent energy fluctuations finally reached the extreme, and the branches of the four arrays on thirty planets in the three galaxies were finally activated.

The huge subspace power was like a natural disaster, causing changes in the celestial phenomena on thirty worlds at the same time, and this power, when it accumulated to the peak, pushed the dark tide covering the entire Janmora star region to a peak beyond everyone's imagination several years in advance...

Erebus passed through the layers of secret passages under the ruins of the church and arrived in front of the legendary portal.

At this moment, the staff behind him was called by the power in the distance, and the entire staff body floated from his back. Under the operation of the surging power, the material of the staff body made an unbearable creaking sound.

Calvin also stopped in the distance. Hyperion's blessing was warning him frantically, and the red pointer of the Erebus clock was shaking at a very fast speed.

It was a force that could easily tear apart reality and destroy the entire planet. It could also attract a ray of the gods' consciousness in a breath and summon their direct demon army from the battlefield where the gods fought bloody battles.

"Are you scared?" Erebus was finally no longer nervous. After getting a breath, he turned back and looked greedily at the burly body.

The huge power was shining with him with the staff as the center. This power was also increasing every moment because of the awakening of the magic circle in the distance, and there was no end at all.

All the waiting was no longer tormented at this moment, and all the fear and hesitation began to become sweet after Calvin showed cautious retreat.

At this time, Erebus seemed to have obtained the boundless power in advance, and the power and authority manifested by this power in the mortal world were truly affecting the man who made him flee all the way.

A Primarch... an existence that he once dared not look directly at but could only induce, and on the stone wall next to him, within reach, was the eternal gate leading to the secrets of the gods that haunted his soul.

His power was still growing, so that his mortal body began to mutate under the majestic power of the warp:

Plasma as hot as lava was pumped out of his heart, and the sound of bone growth that made people's teeth ache exploded in his old body;

Sharp and crystal black nails spread from his fingers; red scales began to replace his pale and wrinkled skin;

The hunched figure was re-filled and upright because of the iron-like muscles; the turbid eyes and disgusting bald head were also covered by the evil red light and the slender and winding magic horns.

"But it's too late..." Erebas had almost obtained all the visions of the demon prince in the mortal world, and while announcing his victory to Calvin, he instantly swung the staff in his hand!

The irresistible force solidified Calvin's body, and Erebas's free hand took out the gorgeous and strange sacrificial knife at his waist and walked towards the Primarch...

Ding!

A sudden crisp sound like broken glass stopped Erebas, who was already in demon form, and Calvin, who was about to break free, at the same time.

In the Primarch's psychic perspective, the Chief Priest's already perfect magic trajectory suddenly showed a small but obvious stagnation!

The originally huge and perfect energy trajectory began to fluctuate at this time and was rapidly increasing!

"This?" Expressions of surprise, hesitation, confusion and even fear appeared on Erebas' face in a few seconds. He couldn't understand why the magic circle that had already started to run would have problems at this critical moment.

On the desolate world of the distant Padilla galaxy, two survivors of the Blood Ravens were making detailed inventory preparations for the upcoming wilderness survival:

"This thing is useless..."

"Then throw it away."

"This one is useless too."

"Throw it away."

"This one... eh? Where did you get this one?" Lewan looked at a gloomy and strange crystal amulet, raised his head and asked in the direction of Herbert.

"Which one?" Herbert, who was fighting with a pair of flints, looked back and pointed to the distant hive city:

"Oh, it was smooth when I came out from there. It's the tradition of the regiment, you know!"

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