She came from the darkness, just like her subordinates.
Walton was the first to see her and tried to shout a warning to the others.
"Small--"
As soon as he yelled, his throat became choked.
A spear pierced his breastplate and pierced both his hearts at the same time. Valton's spine
In an instant, a black spear full of one meter long appeared.
Until the weapon slipped from his body,
She looked at each of them as they let their bodies sink.
"Do it."
A calm voice played in the Night Lord's helmet,
Everyone immediately started to move.
The Eighth Legion tactics raised their bolters and fired, each firing a barrage of bullets, but none of them could hit her.
Talos fired at the dancing figure, and the explosions in the narrow space seemed like wails in his ears.
With targeting processors on his faceplate and retina display, guiding both his aim and his instincts, the bolter fired furiously at his control, spitting out shells in a tidal wave, only when he must When reloading
will ease.
As he fired, the Prophet stepped back and loaded another magazine with a crunch.
Maybe it was some coincidence that everyone was reloading, all the sense of unity and
The covering fire disappeared instantly.
Talos glanced vaguely around the room, seeing how their firepower was
Destroy every wall without hitting your prey.
Then White-Eyed Chris died, his head cut off from his shoulders in full view of everyone.
As the bodies began to fall, Talos immediately raised his fist to stop the death
The brother's spinning helmet hit him.
Then the blood-stained helmet fell to the floor with a clang.
"Damn it!"
The angry Talos immediately fired at the black shadow, aiming at the place marked by the gun indicator, but only more stone products were shattered in the explosion.
She didn't even slow down the killing spree.
In just the blink of an eye, the spear pierced Gorata's waist and cut off his leg.
Almost at the same second, Farovan was also killed, when a three-leaf throwing star forged from alien metal and a ball of black fire split his head in the middle.
The two corpses also fell down at the same time, making two loud noises when they hit the stone.
"I'll fuck you long-legged bitch!"
Marku let out a sweet howl, his heavy armor arching his back.
Talos looked around calmly and saw a trace of movement on his mask. When he wanted to give a warning, it was already too late.
"Makuchen!"
The next second, the spear was thrust out of Ma Kuchen's back.
Ma Kuchen staggered forward, thanks to the artificial muscles in the joints of his armor that kept him from falling.
Then Markushen's bolter cracked again and fell from his hand.
When the thrown blade struck Cerion, it struck his horned helmet and large shards of ceramic fell instantly.
Selion was not as stable as Markusen. He stumbled and landed on his hands and knees at the same time, heavy enough to make the floor tremble.
Talos saw drops of blood falling on the dark stone floor, pooling between Sirion's trembling hands.
"Taros..."
Valier's voice came out from the communicator again.
"Not now, brother."
Talos already felt like he was going crazy. He almost yelled when he spoke to Valiel.
"I just wanted to ask when you were back on the ground-"
"not now!"
After saying that, Talos followed the black shadow with his bolter, but he couldn't catch up.
In just a moment, the black shadow was already dancing behind Korosa, and the technical sergeant was the last living Third Claw.
Sensing something behind him, Korosa turned and slashed with his howling chainsword.
But he hit nothing.
At the moment Talos took aim, Korosa fell backwards, blood flowing from his severed arm.
"Damn warp bitch!"
Korosa took two steps, but the backswing of the spear immediately cut him open, and the wet entrails splashed in front of Talos' visor.
The angry prophet fired over Corosa's shoulder, and the bang and guttural sound that followed was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
Then he saw the blurred image transform into a female form, as tall as their Terminator suits, leaning backwards, head to the side.
Even his bullets had no results.
Markushen struggled to get the bolter that fell to the ground. Cerion was still on the ground, but just as Talos fired again, he also
Aimed at one's goal.
Bullets rained down, and Talos hoped to see the opponent being torn apart.
But what followed was disappointment, which turned into despair.
A silver crescent arc blurred in front of the slender Banshee Phoenix Lord, and bullets exploded one after another before they could make contact with her.
The Prophet's eyes took a few precious seconds to adjust their speed until he realized that the other man was blocking their fire with the blade of his spear.
Use your weapon to shoot down the Astartes' bolters!
It was almost a funny joke, but in Talos' presence, it actually happened.
"Um?"
However, Talos's luck did not fall to the bottom after all. She did not scatter them all. A bullet finally landed on her dark armor, but it only exploded.
Talos paused to reload, and Sirion did the same.
But for a moment, they both froze.
The tactical belt was empty, the backpack was empty, but the figure was also gone.
The sudden silence was broken by Corosa's fall to the ground, and after a while Cerion turned on the spot, unwilling to believe that she was gone.
Other sounds followed—
Marcus's strangled breath, Korosa's grunt of pain, and the hiss of the cooling muzzle.
"I can't see her."
Cerion said on their squad voice.
"And I'm out of ammo."
"Me too."
Talos did not check the situation of Korosa and Markushen. When he turned around with Selion back to back, Selion
His eyes never left the wall.
"She's still here, she must be."
"No."
Talos gestured with his fist, and a trail of footprints flowed out of the room and back into the tunnel.
"She's looking for opportunity."
Cerion dropped his twin bolters nonchalantly.
"You and we should do the same."
The servitor waited for them, silent in their numb reverie.
Talos was the first to enter the room and gestured for more slaves to follow him. Their original slaves had died on the Echo of the Curse, but after killing the jailer, they had tens of thousands more slaves in the prison.
