Chapter 102 102, The Second Legion and the Doll

These were space warriors that Rogue Trader had never seen before. They wore green and black power armor, and their bodies were much taller and burlier than they had imagined.

Even on this chaotic battlefield, he could clearly detect the difference between these Space Marines. Even the firearms in their hands were not common bolt gun styles - but something similar to a double-barreled shotgun. kinetic firearms.

It was burning with flames between reality and illusion. This dreamlike scene made him suspect that everything he saw was a sad fantasy before his death.

But the sounds of violent gunfire were so real. They exploded in the ears. Their sound was deafening and made the mind buzz, but it was so beautiful in the ears of the rogue trader.

Although these firearms are strange, they are incredibly powerful.

He witnessed with his own eyes that the shotgun in the hand of a Space Marine sprayed ammunition in a fan shape like a storm of fire and metal, exploding all the demons within the range into minced meat all over the ground.

These Angels of the Emperor used the power of their jetpacks to save him in the nick of time.

Then, under his unbelievable gaze, a warrior, propelled by the blue flames of his jetpack, crashed straight into the great demon of Nurgle like a violent and ferocious bull.

This warrior didn't even use his own weapons, whether it was the double-barreled shotgun engraved with the double-headed eagle pattern, or the scarlet chainsword still dripping with blood, he didn't use it.

Just relying on his powerful body and the thrust of the jetpack, he took the fat and huge body of the Great Unclean One and crashed into the alloy wall of the spacecraft.

With a "Boom!", Rogue Trader clearly felt that the entire spacecraft was vibrating violently at this moment, and the solid alloy walls made a sharp scream and sunk deeply.

The fat body of the Great Unclean One was embedded in the recesses of the metal wall, like stinky meat that had been moldy and rotten for a long time.

--careful!

The Rogue Trader wanted to give a warning, but his severely injured body was unable to make any sound.

Although not all great demons are like those well-known great demons, they have the power to destroy the world.

But they are still scary.

The blood shed by the Great Unclean One can be called the most virulent and deadly germ in the galaxy. Once infected, life is worse than death. In the eyes of Rogue Traders, it is definitely not wise to fight such filthy things at close range.

But soon, he discovered that this angel had a translucent force field around him, which blocked all harm done to him by the devil.

The opponent waved his fists burning with flames, and punched the ugly head of the Great Unclean One one after another.

One punch, two punches, three punches.

This warrior meticulously moved his fists and repeated them like a machine, seemingly determined to never give up until the enemy was completely destroyed.

The violent power caused the entire spacecraft to tremble with his movements.

The Rogue Trader's eyes widened. He stared at this scene closely, fearing that he would miss any detail.

This bloody and violent scene seemed to him to be extremely satisfying.

His crew members were slaughtered by demons, and their bones were still cold; some of them were slaves and laborers, and some were his family and friends - if he hadn't been seriously injured, he would have wanted to rush forward and use his fists to vent the hatred in his heart .

But being able to see the big devil's dirty and ugly head like this with his own eyes, was beaten with both fists until it was deformed, dented, and his brains were splattered everywhere. He was already satisfied.

He was almost certain that this would be one of the most wonderful pictures he had ever seen in his life.

The only thing that made him regretful was that this wonderful scene did not last long.

The Emperor's Angel only threw about twenty punches.

"Squeak!——"

The solid alloy wall made a sharp crackling sound. Under the violent force, it was finally overwhelmed and opened a huge hole.

And the big devil's head suddenly exploded at this moment.

The thick slurry splashed everywhere, which was disgusting. Soon, all these filth and filth were purified by the red flames.

After the demise of the Great Unclean One, what followed was the slaughter of all demons.

The Doom Slayers have no tolerance for demons, and even treat their compatriots who are infected by demons without discrimination.

After they cleaned up all the demons and rescued the survivors, when they counted the casualties, they found that although they arrived quickly enough, the battle damage rate of the crew inside the spacecraft still reached an astonishing 70%. number.

At this time, Doom also came to the cockpit of the spacecraft.

The navigator's whole body has undergone extensive changes, and he is on the verge of death. The twisted and abominable tentacles and deformed flesh are squirming in his wounds.

Every pore of the body was dripping with blood, and the entire ground was dyed red with bright red human blood.

From the clues at the scene, Doom deduced what had happened before.

The Navigator burned his life to pry open the node in the warp leading to reality.

The universe is so vast that if it weren't for the navigator's self-sacrifice, it would be difficult for the Space Marines to find traces of this ship.

But this noble scene did not make Doom feel too much emotion.

As a former Krieg soldier, in his eyes, loyalty and sacrifice are just duties.

In every war in the past, his comrades had fought one after another, their flesh and blood tied to hot melt explosives, just to bring a little insignificant damage to the enemy.

Not to mention the sacrifice of a navigator, as long as the strategic goal can be achieved, even if it is tens of millions of sacrifices, it is worth it in his eyes.

Doom held the chainsaw sword in his hand.

He planned to show mercy to the navigator.

The mutated psyker has no value to be preserved.

No matter how noble his past deeds were, he should be destroyed at this time.

But just when Doom's chainsaw sword was about to swing.

Suddenly he seemed to remember something.

Doom took out a doll.

In the spaceship corroded by the Chaos Demon, standing on the floor soaked in red blood, the warrior who brought destruction looked at the exquisite doll in his hand and fell into deep thought.

He probably pondered for a few seconds, and finally put down the chainsaw sword in his hand.

The only remaining navigator was sent to the emergency room of the Second Legion battleship.

After the battle was over.

A large number of mortals poured into the severely damaged spacecraft. They were searching for the wounded, cleaning up the subspace erosion, and counting the war damage.

At this moment, the Rogue Trader also saw a scene that made him extremely strange.

These angels, covered in blood and exuding the breath of destruction, gathered together after the battle. Each of them took out an exquisite doll from their hands, compared them with each other, and talked.

The leading warrior was standing next to the stinking corpse of the Great Demon of Nurgle, recording something.

It seemed that he was recording a certain parameter of the Great Demon.

——Is this some kind of legion ritual?

The Rogue Trader guessed in his heart that this explorer who traveled around countless worlds was lamenting his ignorance at this moment. He had never heard of any interstellar regiment with such a ritual, otherwise he would definitely be able to recognize the other party by this.

"Are you okay?"

A medical nun walked in front of him. It was not until the nun's pleasant voice sounded that the Rogue Trader finally realized that he was saved.

As his mind relaxed, fatigue surged up like a tide.

He fell into a coma, but the low, hoarse and desperate whispers gradually became clear in his consciousness——