Gianluca gasped and wiped the blood from the eyepiece. For the first time since the attack, he had time to think about where these guys came from.
Although the edges of their silver-gray armor were inlaid with midnight blue, a color that had never appeared in his memory, the logos on their shoulder armors clearly told him that these were members of the Astral Knights Chapter.
The only difference is that the crossed swords are also covered with a red lightning.
"Come on, let's finish the last step of this game."
The leading warrior wore a skull-faced helmet and gestured with the chain saw halberd in his hand. The inactive blade was aimed at Gianluca's throat.
"Just you and me."
Gianluca gasped a few more times, surrounded by corpses, corpses in yellow armor.
He didn't know how many people were still alive, but if he could delay a little longer, he might be able to let more people escape to report the news.
"Astral Knights, your actions are blatant rebellion!"
Gianluca took a step forward, gripped his weapon tightly, and began to circle his opponent.
The remaining warriors retreated to the edge of the battlefield, hiding themselves in the shadows.
"You will be punished!"
"punish?"
The mouth grille of the skull visor let out another vague sneer, and the marks on the skull - the twisting Nostram runes carved into the bones, looked like they were writhing and twisting in the darkness.
"We are your punishment."
Gianluca exhaled slowly, letting the sound graze the helmet's speaker grille.
"I don't know what you're talking about! My brother will avenge us!"
Sabourin listened to this conversation and smiled behind his skull mask. He couldn't help but activate the power of the chain saw and halberd. Gianluca also randomly rotated the weapon in his hand.
"It doesn't matter whether you know it or not. When the first drop of blood is shed, repayment becomes the only thing that needs to be done."
The next second, the saw teeth roared and tore through the darkness.
The two charged almost at the same time, roaring and spinning, their saw teeth swiping through the air and creating sparks in the darkness.
Both warriors were very experienced and cruelly aimed their weapons at the knuckles of each other's armor.
But there is no doubt that Sablin is faster, and the advantage of long weapons is also more obvious.
After two rounds with both hands, Gianluca grunted, and his head hit the tail of the chain saw, causing him to lean back and expose the articulated throat armor.
Although it was only a second, it was enough for Sabourin to finish him.
The whirling chain saw struck at the soft fiber bundles covering Gianluca's neck, biting deeply - deep enough to crush the bones.
Amidst the terrifying screams, the armor that was cut into pieces fell like raindrops, and blood seeped through the mechanical nerves and scattered on the cabin floor.
"Well--"
Gianluca clutched his throat and fell to his knees. As the ceramite sounded on the steel, his life spurted out from his brutally torn throat.
Sabourin said nothing, raised his arm, and announced the end of the beheading with a second wave.
The chainsaw banged on the deck, leaving a smoking opening, and then the helmet hit the deck, and the head rolled away safely. Sabourin stepped on it with his boot, then picked it up and took off the helmet to reveal The face with wide eyes and remaining anger.
He then looked around for a place to display it, and after finally mounting it on the holder of a lumen lamp, Sabourin strode into the darkness.
"Brothers, the appetizers are over, let's get ready for the main meal..."
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Castor led the team to move quickly. They did not encounter any aliens along the way. It seemed that those things were frightened and left.
When he walked around a corner, he suddenly saw five dead soldiers lying quietly in front of him.
"Corpse."
"Emperor, he is ours."
Adams hurried over, came to the first one, then knelt down and gave the order.
"Bastard! These Chaos!"
As he spoke, he took off his notched helmet, and a familiar face with round eyes appeared in front of him. This was none other than one of his team members who was killed to cover his retreat.
"Gol! He has only served for sixty years!"
Adams sadly turned the body over, showing the true extent of the fallen warrior's injuries.
Castor then joined him.
"He was killed with one blow."
He crouched next to the fallen soldier, trying to get a better look.
I saw that the opponent's breastplate was cut open by a sharp blade, and the internal organs seeped out from under the damaged breastplate. The fused chest plate was removed, and the surrounding skin was peeled off with surgical precision.
Barak shook his head.
"Such a surgical-grade wound? Who has the spare time?"
Castor stuck his fingers in and groped for a moment, then shook his head.
"Fortunately, his gene seed is still there, but I don't know if it has been destroyed. We need to notify the pharmacist as soon as possible."
"Same goes for the other one."
Narek, who went to examine the other bodies, also revealed what he found.
"Same way of death, same wounds."
"Who would do that? An alien?"
One veteran looked puzzled.
"The wound looks like it was caused by a claw, but is it too big?"
"No, these wounds were caused by power blades, the wounds were widely spaced... lightning claws."
Castor then exchanged a look with Barak and said in unison.
"Weapons of the Space Marines."
Then Castor stood up, the sound of cracking joints breaking the silence.
"It seems someone is out for revenge."
After checking the corpse, all the malicious warriors were already furious. They had realized that this was a revenge, but they all felt that those people had gone too far.
Is this a plan for a civil war?
Castor was also furious. He vowed to make the person who did all this pay the price, so he led the team to speed up.
As they moved, inside the civilian passenger ship, the air began to be mixed with the smell of complex compounds produced by combustion. As they walked through the corridors blocked by carbonized alien corpses, they watched their twisted limbs and screaming faces being destroyed. As it bakes into an angular mass, it’s not just the daydream about who made it all.
No wonder there isn't a single alien here.
At the confluence of the main passages, Castor and others subsequently discovered the bodies of more battle brothers.
Their armor looked shattered by powerful bullets, as the shattered hulls allowed the cold void to seep into the decks, covering all metal and dead bodies under a thin layer of frost.
The gene seeds of these fallen soldiers have not been taken away, but if they are not recovered in time, they will eventually lose their activity.
Finally, they arrived at the place where the Third Company was ambushed, a destroyed auditorium.
At this time, the door here was open, and there were several holes in the walls and ceiling. Colorless light came through, and it was filled with flying dust.
Castor's splicing experience noticed that these gaps were caused by explosions, and there were some stumps wrapped in yellow armor scattered on the ground. Apparently, this was where the Third Company was first attacked.
The slanderers walked in cautiously, weapons in hand.
The first thing that hit him was the smell, the splatter of Space Marine blood and the disemboweled entrails.
Inside, a broken stage occupies most of the space in the hall. Dusty chairs are placed in rows on a slope. The stage is filled with shattered armor, covered with the broken armor of the Malicious Warriors Three Company. flag.
Some weapons were piled in the corner, and the remains of the destroyed building were scattered on the floor.
If that was all, Castor wouldn't be so furious.
In fact, this place has become a slaughterhouse that would make normal people scared to death.
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