Morinite's warband bolted down the central passage leading to the starport, a loading bay for tankers carrying fuel and munitions.
Fury was building in the World Eater's heart, and he knew his battle-brothers were experiencing the same torment.
They were the sons of Angron, and like their primarch, they were implanted with the Butcher's Nail, a device that unleashed the violent potential within the human psyche.
At the critical moment of battle, Angron's warriors can harness the boiling water of wrath and use it as a sharp blade to cut down their enemies.
The Emperor also denounced the further use of the implants, believing that they would render the World Eaters unstable.
But Angron used his wisdom to avoid the Emperor's decree, and although the decree still existed, he persisted.
They were killing machines, Morinite felt it in his burning blood and marrow, and what greater honor could there be than serving the Blood God with blood?
Despite the tight time limit, Morinite encouraged his warriors to kill as they approached the frigate.
Bloodletting sharpens the sense of the coming battle.
His only instruction was: don't stop.
The World Eaters carried out this task with brutal efficiency, and the ground between the breach point and their current location was littered with a collection of lowly corpses.
However, this reckless killing comes with a price.
As Morinite and his warriors advanced, the orbital station's starport dock looked like a tangled metal mesh.
Beyond that, like a slumbering, resting predator, lay the Honor Saber.
The World Eater ran towards the end of the strait and the open pier in the distance. The smell of blood hit his nose. The road ahead began to become narrow, and he had a bad premonition.
Just as Morinite prayed to the Blood God that they had not been discovered, a group of uniformed defenders appeared in front of them, blocking their way.
They were armed with all kinds of heavy weapons, surrounded the passage with flames, illuminated the semi-dark passage with the muzzle flash, and even flashed armor-piercing rockets.
The chest of a soldier next to Morinite was exploded by a rocket. His armor was torn open and he was dripping with blood, but he could still continue to fight.
"Charge! Charge forward!"
Morinite immediately ordered a charge, but he did not notice that their position was actually very awkward.
His warband was pinned down on either side by huge fuel barrels stacked atop the massive warehouse structure. Panicked slave laborers and mindless servitors, frightened by the commotion, wandered onto their paths. on, chopped down or crushed to death by chainsaws and tomahawks,
The World Eaters tried to close in on their enemies to regain the advantage, unaware of the death traps on either side of them.
Then, one of the fuel tanks was hit by a cannonball, and instantly exploded with a yellow-white flame.
A stream of flames splashed into the air like ink, and a killed servitor was thrown on the edge of the explosion's shock wave like a rag doll. Many soldiers closer to the battlefield were directly roasted or torn into pieces.
The concussive force generated by the explosion directly tore a World Eater into pieces.
He was shattered against the metal siding of the warehouse, which did not yield to the sudden impact of the massive shards of flesh and armor, and the warrior was crushed.
When the alarm sensor failed, Morinette could feel the heat of the explosion even through his helmet.
He staggered, but kept his footing, shouting orders to charge.
They were very close to their target, and the Glory Saber filled his field of vision like a long steel wall.
"Don't stop! Don't stop! Charge up! Charge up and seize the frigate and we can leave!!"
As they crossed the line of fire and moved forward quickly, a shadow fell on Morinette's eyes, that of the huge viewing platform overlooking the dock.
Out of instinct, he glanced up, only to see a row of warriors in silver-gray power armor aiming at them with bolters.
"Damn-"
The next second, death poured down like hailstones, and the muzzles released a large amount of promethium and flames.
Morinite quickly rolled to the blind spot covered by fire, but a soldier beside him was distracted and his dodge speed was a little slower.
Later, he paid the price for his laxity.
A blast of scorching plasma blasted a hole through his body, and the World Eater was cooked by his armor.
He fell to the ground with a thud, but before he fell to the ground, several of his brothers lifted his body up and used it as a temporary cover. This is the survival law of the Chaos warband-everything is to stay alive as the ultimate goal.
But there was still a World Eater who was shot in the knee first under the heavy rain of bullets. When he knelt down, two explosive bombs exploded on his helmet and neck at the same time, and then he also fell.
Morinite fired back with his bolt pistol, his target dimly glimpsed above in the flash of fire and shards of metal.
Other World Eaters followed him, guns drawn, and fired back, their weapons adding to the return fire.
The remainder of those who had been in the area when the fighting began were blown to pieces by the fighting's fire, the roar of gunfire and the shriek of shrapnel mingling with their screams.
Morinette gasped and clung to the nearest barrier.
He looked around, measuring the terrain and assessing whether there were any other ways to approach the Glory Saber.
In fact, from the moment the puppet emperor's lackeys appeared, he knew that the war gang's destruction was inevitable. There must be a battleship or even a fleet waiting for them outside.
But he will never give up, nor will he sit still and wait for death. They are the soldiers of the Blood God. Even if they die, they will drown in the blood of their enemies.
Then he noticed that between the crane and the fuel tank, a narrow passage had formed, above which was an observation deck supported by metal pillars. A ring of steel bars supported the refueling rack, defense turrets and bundles of sensors.
This was a weak point that could be broken through. As the bolter fire continued to suppress them, Morinite stayed in the bunker and yelled.
"Concentrate your firepower and attack there!"
he shouted over the din, trying to drown out the din.
This approach worked quickly.
After the second firefight, a series of small explosions erupted on the observation platform. The affected areas were blown to pieces, and the soldiers above had to leave the high place to prevent collapse.
Morinette stood up and shouted his final orders before the smoke cleared.
"Attack! Attack now! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!!!!"
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!!!"
The renegade Astartes broke through their bunkers and rushed out, leaving the dead behind, shouting horrific slogans.
At the same time, twenty Astartes wearing silver-gray armor emerged from the thick smoke released from the ruins and launched a counterattack.
"For the Emperor!!"
For a long time afterwards, Soshyan regretted his decision.
"Fire!"
Morinite shouted, and the World Eaters obeyed his command.
Both sides fired a final round of pistol fire as they charged.
The results were brutal.
Soldiers on both sides fell under the bombs, their bodies twitching and spinning violently as the bullets hit them. Blood spurted in unknown directions before falling at the feet of their comrades.
The result of the exchange of fire was that one man fell on Morinite's side and one on the opposite side.
At the speed of the Astartes, each side only had time to fire a single salvo. The highly disciplined Astartes threw away their firearms before engaging the enemy.
The glory of the four Chaos Space Marines has completely faded away, leaving only endless madness.
Although it was his first time fighting the Chaos Space Marines, Soshyan felt no fear. On the contrary, he was only angry, especially when those cowards would swing their swords at the weaker ones and decorate themselves with mortal flesh.
They brought disgrace to the name of the Astartes, and Soshyan was at the forefront without hesitation.
This was a group of rough guys, they were scarred, but they still approached Soshyan with axes.
Soshyan responded to his roar by thrusting his sword into one of their chests.
He did not fall down, but grabbed Soshyan's weapon and tried his best to send the ax to Soshyan's head.
Soshyan raised his leg and kicked the bastard to the side, then drove the power sword into his chest and jerked it to the right, causing his body to spin in the air and then crash into his fallen compatriot.
"Is this the former World Eater?"
Soshyan spat.
"That's all."
Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Soshiyang saw a World Eater cutting off the head of a warrior, causing blood to rush into his head.
The cold gray marrow quickly spread to his limbs and bones.
In the melee, the blood mist was accompanied by the terrifying sound of axes chopping bones. Although they were surrounded by cruelty despite their absolute disadvantage in numbers, madness still raged on the World Eaters. They did not collapse, but exchanged their lives for a Fight with the momentum of life.
The hot ground was soon soaked with the blood of killing.
After more than ten seconds of confrontation, the three World Eaters dragged the six Astral Knights to the ground.
Soshiyan, on the other hand, has already faced off against the leader and last enemy of this war gang, Morinite.
