The enemy temporarily retreated, taking the furious Hellbeast with them.
Azriel felt his twin's heart race, angry runes flashing across his monitor as his helmet's optics tried and failed to focus.
The lenses were cracked, and Azriel locked the helmet magnetically on his thigh with some distress, and stopped when his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
There was a thick silence in the air, an almost painful contrast to the cacophony of battle that preceded the explosion, and he listened for the enemy but heard nothing but his own shallow breathing.
The explosion flattened the corridor, choking it with collapsed rock, concrete and the dead.
"The mist makes you rot!"
He heard Asmodai curse in rage and kick the fallen Chaos Space Marine in the chest, the ceramic skull adorning the fallen warrior's breastplate cracking under the blow.
Suddenly, Azrael heard footsteps.
"They're here again!"
But this time, the enemy did not attack from the front, but appeared from above them!
Several huge holes appeared in the dome, and a large amount of red poured down from the top and fell into the Dark Angel's position, immediately shortening the distance between the two sides.
What appeared this time were not just ordinary Chaos Space Marines, but also the elites of the Crimson Slayers—the Marauders of Draznit!
As soon as the terrifying warriors wearing Terminators joined the battle, they caused huge trouble for the Dark Angels, especially since the current Deathwing Grand Master Belial took away most of the Deathwing Terminators.
To make matters worse, a large number of heretics from the Black Legion have also appeared, far more than they have ever seen before!
"heresy!"
Azriel shattered the nearest enemy with a barrage of bolts, then dived for cover and threw himself on a metal container as a barrage of bolts rushed towards him.
"Azrael!"
Suddenly, a voice rose in a chaotic roar, its syllables tortured by a voice unaccustomed to speaking.
"I will feast on your heart and taste your hypocritical blood!"
"I'm afraid you're not qualified yet!"
Azrael stood up and faced his opponent.
The Chaos Space Marine in front of him is a giant, even taller than Belial. The scarlet Terminator armor is full of cracks, the horned helmet is full of fangs, and there is a single eye on the forehead, showing an unbearable distortion. Body.
Blood stained his armor, outlining the brass symbols of destruction that adorned it, skulls rattling on rusty chains as the Chaos Space Marine stood.
He's a walking statue of death, a vicious chainsaw snarling in his hands.
"tell me!"
Azrael growled:
"Which vile wild dog of Kranon will my blade taste the blood of?"
"Azrael! The gods have predicted that you will die tragically at the hands of Dragon Draznit!"
This Dragon Draznit is the leader of Draznit's marauders, the former first company commander of the Red Saber Chapter, and is known as the smartest person in the Chapter. Because of his supernatural powers of insight, he is the leader of the battle group. When Tuan was corrupted, his mind was twisted and he grew a third eye.
The traitor then roared and charged towards the Grand Master of the Dark Angels.
Azriel strode fearlessly towards his enemy, all thoughts evaporating as his rage ignited.
He wants revenge for the Stern World! To avenge the fifth company commander Zadakir! Traitors must pay the price with blood!
"Skull Sacrifice Seat!"
Dragon's roar passed through the skull-shaped voice grille on his helmet, and he rushed towards Azrael along with his chainsaw.
Azrael dodged his opponent's chainsaw, spun and brought his fist down on the side of the Chaos Space Marine's head, followed by his elbow, driving it hard over the opponent's left eye.
Dragon roared angrily, the broken armor had penetrated deeply into his eyes, and he threw an uppercut with his other hand.
Azrael felt his jaw broken as the punch struck his helmetless face, but the Grand Master managed to grab the Chaos Space Marine's weapon arm while headbutting his opponent's other eye. , while jamming the opponent's ax with the hilt of the sword, and spitting out a ball of bloody mucus and teeth.
Dragon's head jerked back at the blow, knocking him off balance.
"Go to hell!"
Azriel roared, slamming another fist into the Chaos Space Marine's head.
He subconsciously swung the chain saw, but was knocked away by the Sword of Secrets. In the chaos, Azriel suddenly pulled out another spare pistol and fired several shots at Dragon when he was unprepared.
The chainsaw clattered to the ground.
"Go to hell!"
Dragon's body went limp after being shot at close range, but Azrael pulled him up and continued to hit the opponent's head with the handle of the gun.
"Die! Die! Die!"
Just when Dragon's helmet was knocked beyond recognition, a roar alerted Azrael, causing him to decisively throw away the enemy and retreat.
Almost at the same time, a larger chain ax passed in front of him.
"Hey, you can hide pretty quickly."
Hearing this voice, Azriel suddenly became furious and roared.
"Kranon! You fucking bastard!!!!!!!!!!"
The Supreme Master brandished the secret sword and slashed at the enemy with a mocking smile in front of him.
Kranon, the Merciless, is reaching the Grand Master of the Dark Angels with his massive decapitating ax and continues to attack.
"I am anger! I am death!"
Azrael felt as if his limbs were on fire. He didn't care about the lasers licking his armor or the solid bullets kicking up dirt in his path. He only saw the hateful enemy.
"My wrath has no mercy."
If he takes ten more steps, the opponent will be within the range of his sword.
As he tears apart Kranon's blasphemous shell, his gauntlets will tear into the bastard's guts, extracting the corrupted heart.
"My blade doesn't know-"
Suddenly, something unseen struck Azrael in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
He landed hard, a crack appearing in his breastplate, then groaned and raised his head, blinking hard to clear his vision.
Painkillers flooded his body but did nothing to quell the searing pain in his skull.
The enemy stopped shooting at this time.
Azrael grunted with effort, stood up, and stumbled forward, but the ground suddenly rose to meet him.
The Grand Master's mouth filled with blood as his head hit the ground.
Growling in frustration, he threw himself on all fours, crawling to fight if necessary.
Only the death of the other party can calm his anger.
Ahead, Kranon stood motionless, laughing at him.
"you--"
Azriel turned his attention to the traitor, and a flash of red and black armor in the lavender robes caught his eye.
He looked again, but in the same instant he was yanked from the ground, thrown into the air, and hit back with enough force to break bones.
