Chapter 264: The Eagle Dives Down and Kills the Wizard

Can the eagle fly high? Pick up the scarred flying wing from the wreckage of its comrades. The jumping backpack is stained with mud and blood. It roars in the hands of the sergeant. The machine soul jumps. In the eye indicator, the target is loaded, the computing power is full, and the peripherals are connected.

The emperor is above. The battlefield is crushed by the track storm and is devastated. The sergeant puts on the flying backpack with the assistance of the Imperial Guard. After repeatedly confirming that its fuel reserve is sufficient and the core is not dissolved due to combustion overload, the sergeant presses the judgment button for connection. After a slight click, he picks up the flying wing.

"Captain Jesk, I thank the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of Loand for your great help again. You and your hundreds of loyal people of the empire and many men and women who sacrificed for it will meet you and me under the golden throne." The sergeant said his last farewell.

"Emperor above, it is the greatest honor to serve the Destruction Eagles and help warriors like you. When this planet, this world was surrounded by heretics, we were already dead. It was only the Star Torch that flashed the Emperor's light, driving us, the living dead, forward. Don't suffer for the sacrifice of the Imperial Guards, and cut off the enemies of the Emperor, my lord." Captain Jesk, no, all the Imperial Guards that Loander still insists on now, totaling less than 30,000 people, said so to the angels who saved them.

Sacrifice, death, and many things have turned this world into a bright red sea of ​​suffering. The importance of life overlaps with the will of humans struggling in the dark universe. The laughter of those Chaos traitors still echoes in the atmosphere of this world and lasts forever.

Only the honor and persistence brought by the light of the God-Emperor breaking through thousands of stars and falling into this place have made the Imperial Guards exhausted to guard until now. Now everything they have done is not in vain. The Eagle starts the backpack, the flames are ejected, the pistons roar, and all the countless men and women who sacrificed for the Emperor, so the sky is crossed by the meteors composed of countless Space Marines.

The Master Chief left the ground, just as he had done before, flapping his wings almost instinctively, tilting his body slightly, flying diagonally in a gorgeous arc, joining the migratory birds heading to the war.

The sergeants said eagerly, the grid device greeted. "Welcome back, brother."

The Master Chief just replied. "Full speed ahead, the astropaths have given us the approximate coordinates, and we must kill that wizard if we want to win!"

But now, the long-lasting gasping Space Marines cannot avoid the burden brought by the high-intensity physical capacity consumption. When they finally couldn't bear it anymore, the Master Chief shouted. "Found it!"

And those abnormal psychic arcs filled an area of ​​more than one kilometer. The powerful electrical storm even hardened the ground into charcoal, but the most terrifying thing was that the electricity would short-circuit most of the equipment, making the Empire's mechanical engine unable to start.

At this moment, the Master Chief felt like countless tiny tentacles pulling something together, and then turning into something full of malice, strong and disgusting.

The Space Marines were wary of falling to the ground, but those subspace arcs were fired like pythons, wandering in the psychic circle, and the blue energy body crackled in the air. Several warriors fell to the ground, and their bodies were not adjusted yet, so they were hit by lightning in an instant. The powerful impact made the Space Marines fall to the ground, and their armor was cracked by the high temperature, and the wounds were numb.

But at this moment, among those deadly psychic powers, they became the future of hope and success. If the astronomical language ability is preserved, the intelligence here will become the main stronghold for the confrontation between Skadi and Wandering Port.

"Only three people will go, I will lead the team. The team is too large and will not be able to avoid the attack."

The brothers explored the sky for a while, and soon found a wizard who was dragged hundreds of meters high by the psychic static field in the huge cyclone. At this moment, he is no longer young, and his whole body is extremely old. He covers his head in pain, and the psychic focus in his hand, that is, the staff, can no longer be found.

The two brothers did not answer, because at this moment they were as close as twin brothers, and the brothers that the Space Marines usually talked about were definitely not fake, because the initial one thousand sets of modified organs of each regiment were cultivated from the same gene seed, carefully selected, and absolutely pure.

The Master Chief gave up everything at this moment, moved forward, and brought the team here with his life and body. They broke through the last thick fog, and the suffocating confusion and the burning heat of burning skin suddenly dissipated.

"The Emperor is guiding us! Brother, you have caused a miracle. We are being guided on how to deal with the enemies of the throne. You are really a champion chosen by God!" The remaining warriors were less than twenty people, but they were more trusting of the people who saved them, and there was no better explanation for the situation before them.

He is now the leader of the group of eagles, and the fate of the remaining dozens of fighting brothers is the same as his command. If the thunderbolt falls and he does not express his position immediately, then he will be the first one to die among the brothers.

The Master Chief retorted. "There is a way." Now that he is blind and can no longer see things clearly, the psychic guidance is becoming clearer, just like the Astropath. He will no longer be confused. Even if it is dark in front of him, the light of the Emperor has become so close for the first time...

After the Great Heresy, the title of champion that was once honorable has rarely been inherited, because such greatness is followed by a responsibility that life cannot bear.

And he obviously had not awakened psychic power before. According to the Imperial standard, the psychic power that can be visualized must be a psychic level that needs to be controlled, but such people will show abnormal conditions in childhood, and he has served for many years, so he is obviously not in this category.

Just as the eye of the storm must be peaceful, in the eyes of the sergeant, the powerful psychic power at this moment... is in the sky?

He said. "Heretics? In the sky?"

Although the black carapace under the skin protected their internal organs and muscle tissue, the Master Chief's exposed eyeballs began to have problems. His brother could barely move forward because he was wearing intact armor, but the Master Chief's eyes were now starting to squirt. It makes an appalling sound like liquid evaporating!

Compared with electric current, the static electricity stance is more deadly, and the feeling of death like boiling a frog in warm water and cutting with a slow knife is more crushing and suffocating. However, the Space Marines are rational and determined. They know very well that if they do not find the wizard, they will still die.

"God's Chosen Champion!" The brothers emphasized again and were full of confidence. Such emotions infected the Master Chief. He didn't know what was happening to him, but now he was the way to break the situation.

"Dodge!" the Master Chief suddenly shouted, dodging something. A moment later, the violent electromagnetic attack struck again, and the speed of almost light flashed by. The extremely violent attack made holes in the dry ground, but the Master Chief was really shocked at this moment. He took the soldiers and escaped.

"But we can't reach it! The backpack is lost! We can't repair it..."

He needs to concentrate on feeling those spiritual powers and doing things he has never done in his life. His thoughts are outlined and he sneaks into places he has never been to. It is a strange kind of meditation, but this place is obviously not the highest heaven (Asia space).

He walked forward, his thick organs and artificial lungs sucked the violent air, and the electric current caused the eye indicator to issue a warning. His fingers gently brushed the bright red armor on his forehead, which represented the helmet of command, and then put the Noisy things take off.

And now a vague answer appeared in his mind, that is, the blood of those killed rune heretics and Alpha-level wizards had been sucked into his body in large quantities during this period, and the subspace connection of those psychic heretics penetrated deep into the bone marrow. The curse and disgust placed on him before his death focused together, giving him his current psychic abilities.

The Space Marines were energized by the return of their leader, and they all spoke in unison, with many different voices but like the most tacit understanding of brothers. "Yes, for the empire!"

There is the unconditional trust of the Space Marines in their commanders, and there are also many unexplainable aspects, such as the Master Chief's blurry feeling about psychic dynamics, and he did feel a momentary touch when the Alpha psyker and Astropath used their abilities. Coupled with seeing psychic powers countless times during the war, he could instinctively judge the feeling in his mind.

And soon, this absurd idea dissipated. In any case, he took off his armor and lost his defense, just to believe in this vague, twisted and terrifying power...

They are brothers whose blood is thicker than water, but this relationship is also the source of the black anger of the Blood Angels who witnessed the death of their original body. It can only be said to be a mixed blessing...

His eyes were no longer bright and even shriveled up like monsters. Just like the Emperor's Chosen among countless battle groups, they represented those chosen by the Emperor to sacrifice to change the war. They were the pearls and candles of the Empire, but the price was destined to be die.

Therefore, the Master Chief's footsteps became more brisk and firm, but no matter how coordinated and foolproof, as they approached the wizard, the intensity and number of attacks of the crazy psychic energy increased, and the electric current that mortals could not bear made them as black as the Salamanders Chapter. Like, and has a faint smell of barbecue.

The engine roared, so the flames continued to streak across the sky at a very fast speed, and the coordinates gradually became clear. After circling several fronts and several kilometers in length, the enemy of the empire was far more conspicuous than the Master Chief imagined.

But this operation was only one kilometer away, but it was extremely brutal. The Master Chief felt the spiritual energy rolling left and right, and dozens of lightning bolts gathering. The power was enough to make people's skin and flesh rip open. The power of the Supreme Heaven completely did not respect the principles of the material world. It gathered violently and Simulate the form of real energy.

The other brothers were also shocked and surprised when they looked at the cracked ground, but they did not think that the Master Chief in front of them was some evil wizard. His bravery and will to fight had proven his loyalty time and time again, so... there was only one possibility.

Fortunately, under the strong psychic energy, the light of Master Chief's serious wizard was as dazzling as the stars. Although it seemed far away at the moment, one kilometer was just a sprint for the Space Marines.

"Heretical witchcraft is disgusting!" his teammates cursed. The psychic abilities here made the area extremely unstable, and the emotions in the subspace made the Space Marines restless. If they were psykers or Europeans, The Grimm are beings that can withstand electricity but may not be able to ignore the influence of psychic energy. At this moment, they will probably start killing each other out of inexplicable anger.

But unexpectedly there were no enemies along the way. The Imperial Guard's discarded armor and equipment along with the loss of those machines and engines seemed like a huge natural disaster.

If a mortal came close, they would probably be shattered into pieces. In the powerful spiritual energy, the ionized particles would turn into mist and float nearby. The evil subspace energy would even cause those who were near to attack the electric voltage as if they were conscious.

And this situation made the brothers shout. "He's going to become a warp rift!"

It's just that in this state, the power armor completely failed, and the source of energy beam filling the body was interfered with without limit, and the power armor that originally provided assistance began to become a burden.

He pushed aside the thick layer of thunder, and countless blurred electrons swept in with malice. Such things are not fatal. They have not yet gathered. They are terrifying to mortals, but it is not that Space Warriors cannot bear the feeling...

The remaining two soldiers were seriously overloaded by electromagnetics because of the electromagnetic overload of the eye indicator. Normally, the imperial equipment would not be so fragile, but the irresistible chaos caused by the psychic energy caused problems for the loyal machine souls. At this moment, wearing a helmet would hinder the effect of their superhuman vision.

The Master Chief is like a bird that will not stop. Even if it is broken into pieces, it will continue to fly. If there is really a chance to rest, he will continue to move forward. The Space Marines are destined to give their whole life for the Empire. He will not stop, so his only thought is to see the Primarch come back, which is a real luxury.

"Left! No, right? That's it! Everyone pay attention to my actions and move in unison with me!" The Master Chief realized that the traditional command system could not handle the current situation, so he could only give up and turn to testing the abilities of his brothers.

The benefit of this is that the Space Marines are born with weak psychic telepathy, and this ability will continue to strengthen as they serve together. Now the Master Chief's thoughts can burst out unscrupulously in his squad, and because of this.

But now he will not hesitate, live for death, the fate of the regiment, the victory of the war, in order to keep this huge empire going, even if he will be crushed to ashes by the heretic aliens, he will still move forward.

In such a vague situation, there is no communication device and divination instrument within a range of one kilometer, and the electromagnetic makes the most primitive compass unstable. It is like a dark fog here, and the only thing that can make the Space Marines clear the way is the looming feeling of the Master Chief.

"Damn heretic psyker! If demons appear in this world, our protection will be gone!"

"Put your backpack fuel into my wings, and then ignite it with heat. I will be dragged by the energy to fly to the enemy, and then tear the bastard apart with the Falcon Blade!"

"Brother..." The brothers hesitated. "At that time, the explosion... Even if the heat didn't kill you, the height..."

"It doesn't matter, I'm almost dead, but I hope that the Destruction Eagle can prove that it can always spread its wings and fly high!" said the Master Chief.

At this moment he is no longer confused, and all his troubles are no longer obstacles. Helplessly, his fighting brothers can only pour the fuel into his backpack by gravity, and then slowly ignite it. Under the overload of heat, he will prove that living towards death is not false.