Chapter 1835 The Mad Army of Khorne

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Although he was surrounded by a violent explosion, the traitor did not die under the protection of the power armor. He gave up the damaged melt gun and rushed out covered in flames, but his actions were covered by raindrops of heavy explosive bombs. route, knocking him to the ground quickly.

Seemingly unconcerned about the unexpected loss of his comrades, a red pirate gathered the remaining hundreds of rebels around him to regroup and rush to Creed's position. A woman fired like crazy with her automatic rifle.

"Rot in hell, Imperial Dog!"

She screamed and fired desperately, but the bullets sprayed all around without accuracy.

"Die, die -"

Then her words were cut off as a bullet slit her waist.

And the red pirate was also beaten in the intensive firepower, his whole body was covered in smoke and riddled with holes. When he fell, he let out a beast-like wail - maybe he felt that it was a shame to be killed by a mortal, but he did nothing. No, in the face of a mechanized infantry group with heavy firepower, a powerful individual Space Marine is also so small.

Creed stared at the bloody torso, and all he could see was the woman's face, twisted with rage and hatred.

A dozen Chaos Space Marines did not turn the tide of the battle. In fact, they only held back the 8th Cadian Regiment for less than half an hour. Creed stood in the midst of the carnage, with a dying Red Corsair lying at his feet, dirty and dirty. The Dirty Warrior's chest plate was torn open, revealing a mess of flesh and destroyed artificial tendons.

Suddenly, the red pirate's hand twitched, as if he was going to fight a trapped beast. Creed calmly pointed his bolt pistol at the armored head.

boom!

As gunshots rang out, Jalan Kyle reached his captain's side and shook his head as he watched the Red Corsair's head being blown apart by the bomb.

"That's it for Space Marines."

"Because there are not enough of them and they are teleported to inappropriate locations. If-"

Suddenly, a whistling sound attracted Creed's attention to the sky.

Five Thunderhawk fighter jets broke through the smoke and soared amid the dense ammunition of Hydra anti-aircraft guns, dragging their engines behind them and spitting out plumes of smoke.

These Thunderhawks tried to resist the rust from Chaos and the corrosion of countless years on the fuselage, and then they opened the old cargo bay one by one.

Creed saw a group of red figures falling from the sky at extremely fast speeds. These small red dots falling from the sky symbolized killing and fell quickly to the ground without even any deceleration buffer.

From years of experience, Creed knew that their arrival would be violent.

Obviously these dozen red pirates were sent here not to die, but to delay the arrival of those truly deadly warriors.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!!!"

This warband has no name - or rather, these berserker warriors cannot imagine the concept of "name". They are the World Eaters and servants of the Blood God. In them, Khorne's madness is vividly displayed.

Berserkers gathered from all sides of the galaxy are the most dangerous members of the Red Corsairs. Some are attracted by the omens of never-ending battle and carnage in the chaotic world of the Maelstrom, while others are seeking to join a A warband capable of providing numerous skulls to the gods they worship. Whatever the reason, these fearsome remnants of the Legion are among the most ferocious and bloodthirsty followers of Khorne in the Maelstrom, seeking only to survive in the maelstrom. Tearing apart their cowardly prey in an orgy of battle and destruction, and earning a formidable reputation for ruthless bloodlust and wanton fury that even the Hurons found difficult to restrain, the flip side was that they were almost powerless. They have no interest in anything but blood and skulls, so the Red Pirates often use these berserkers as front-line commandos or temporary firefighting teams in the most dangerous battlefields.

Those fallen Space Marines roared like beasts as soon as they landed, and then moved forward quickly. The huge dark red power armor seemed like a tide of blood. They came for killing, and the chain axes in their hands buzzed.

Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!

kill! kill! kill! kill! kill!

Inhuman roars floated in the air, where the berserker warriors completely unleashed their desire to kill. The huge anger drove them to no longer obey orders. These once blessed Astartes turned into the most inhuman creatures.

Their leader is a huge monster. He charges, shakes his head, and lets out deafening screams. His body has been integrated with the former Terminator armor, and his mouth is wide open, revealing rows of sharp swords. Teeth and a long tongue, a large number of eyes like spider webs are scattered on his head. These eyes can help him sense the activities of the warband. His right forearm has long been integrated with the chain axe, and his left hand is a pair of hands that spit magic bullets. After the bomb attack, his legs were twisted and his knees had strange mutations, allowing him to run at a speed close to that of a vehicle with his bulky body.

"Skull offering skull seat!!!"

It seemed to be the only one among the berserkers who could speak completely. After shouting, it fired a burst of twin bolters from its hands. Two Cadian soldiers were collapsed to the side of the Chimera, and they were lifeless. When the remains of the vehicle fell to the ground, a pair of black stains were left on the exterior of the vehicle.

The Cadian soldiers on the front line immediately pointed their laser guns at the crazy giant beast, but the opponent reacted with supernatural speed, roaring into the crowd while slashing down with a chain axe.

There was a buzzing sound, and with a brief scream, a soldier's torso split open and blood sprayed on the berserker leader.

Blood! The Blood God craves more blood!

His reason was extinguished like a candle, and it began to follow the instinctive anger. Soon, corpses were everywhere around him, and the bullets and even cannonballs that hit his armor were ignored by him, and the slight pain aroused would make him quickly Change the target of attack.

"Holy shit, why are these bastards so hard? Even heavy explosive shells can't hit them!"

Jaran Kyle screamed in surprise while shooting. These monsters with red mist on their bodies can not only eat bullets, but even if the shells are not hit directly, they will still be alive and well, and the blood covering their bodies seems to have Some kind of magic, fire-breathing weapons can't ignite at all.

And as they kill, they become faster, more violent, and harder. Some even break their hands and feet and will immediately grow twisted mutant limbs.

What's even worse is that with their killing and dedication, some obvious subspace mutations began to appear on the battlefield. For example, the hive city rebels who seemed extremely weak before began to become crazy with their eyes red and their skin full of blood. The teeth became sharper, and the blood gathered on the ground began to squirm, as if something was trying to break through the curtain of reality. (As the saying goes: If you don’t have enough firepower, you have to rely on God to make up for it. You have the technology and I have the magic power)



"Don't fight hard! Organize firepower! Organize firepower!"

Creed realized how difficult these ghosts were and immediately changed his order.

"We need to apply for Space Marine support here!"

The correspondent immediately reminded him.

"Captain, the news came from above an hour ago. Space Marines are now deployed on all fronts. There are no extra troops in orbit for the time being. Therefore, no support requests from Space Marines will be accepted for at least three hours!"

"My mother——"

Before Creed could even curse, he had to leave his position——

Because a Khorne believer jumped in front of him brandishing an ax with a strong smell of blood, and the chain ax in his hand struck the leader of the 8th Cadian Regiment.