"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"
"fuck your mother!"
Creed dodged the blow, and at the same time took the opportunity to step forward and slash the traitor's helmet with the sword in his hand, but it did not pierce, and instead made himself stagger back.
Jaran Kyle turned around and shot the thing in the back, but the other person was unmoved at all and seemed to be targeting Creed.
Perhaps the eagle emblem on his coat is too conspicuous.
At this time, two more Khorne Berserkers broke through the line of fire, and the soldiers had to deal with it. A brief gap appeared next to Creed, forcing him to retreat while resisting the attack of the Khorne Space Marines.
Suddenly, he stepped on something and slipped and fell to the ground.
The Khorne berserker picked up the ax and struck at Creed. He rolled to avoid the blow, and the empty ax hit the marble slab, and the broken slate fragments flew everywhere.
Creed saw the right moment and swung his sword, trying to cut off the traitor's left ankle, but it didn't work. His sword only cut halfway.
The Khorne Berserker roared in pain, causing an indescribable noise to reverberate in the air.
The noise was so real, so penetrating, Creed penetrated Kalmis's mind, and he knelt down in pain, as if something was stabbing his brain, as if it was about to explode.
The Khorne Berserker raised his ax again, and Jaran Kell flew towards him, but was slapped away by the opponent.
"traitor!"
A cold voice came from the sky accompanied by a scream, and then a yellow thigh's knee hit the Khorne berserker's face hard. This blow directly caused the Khorne believer to fall heavily to the ground, his whole face Sunk down.
As soon as Malakin, who was wearing a huge jumping bag, landed, he stepped on the traitor's chest and said:
"May you be redeemed in hell for all you have done."
As he spoke, he passed the bloody knife straight through the traitor's throat, and then made this miserable man sacrifice his ugly skull to his god.
Creed, who had narrowly escaped death, sat on the ground and gasped. He turned his head and saw many warriors in yellow armor descending from the sky using jump bags to knock down those crazy Khorne believers. With their support, the soldiers of Qadian Finally able to break free from the crazy close combat and attack the traitors with firepower.
Creed recognized the markings on these warriors, and they clearly bore traces of the great Blood Angels, but what was unfamiliar was their yellow armor.
As for the person who saved him, when the other person bent down and stretched out his hand to him, Creed noticed that he was not wearing a helmet, and his face was as holy and beautiful as a marble sculpture, with some battle marks on his cheeks. The scars and blond hair look like some epic hero in a church fresco.
"Thank you very much, my lord."
The other party nodded with a smile, looking very gentle, then turned around and strode towards the battlefield.
At that moment, Creed truly realized what contrast was.
The warrior who was as gentle as the spring breeze one second turned into the most violent avenger the next.
He was like a calm volcano suddenly erupting, rushing into the battlefield at the speed of a violent wind.
The traitors wielded chainsaws and attacked him simultaneously from the sides.
The bright yellow warrior didn't give in at all, and the ax and knife collided. Then he thrust the long knife forward, straight to the traitor's throat, and quickly cut open the traitor's power armor. Then he pushed forward with all his strength, causing the traitor's head to roll to the side. on the ground.
The leader of the Khorne Berserkers planned to attack from behind, but the warrior quickly adjusted his stance so that the traitor could not take advantage. His eyes were now blackened with deep anger. He quickly launched a series of attacks on the traitor, overcome by anger. The driving attack was so fast that Creed's eyes could no longer catch it.
The exchange between the two sides for several seconds caused a large amount of sparks to fall from their feet. Finally, the long knife slashed through the traitor's breastplate, and the blade chopped into pieces the traitor's bones and muscles, then his arms, and finally his throat.
The howl that had been ringing through the air turned into a strangled whine, and he coughed up blood, which turned into a stream.
"Blood"
He shook his chin and spoke vague words, but as he was about to die, the red mist that enveloped his mind began to dissipate, and the ticking implant seemed to give up scratching him.
He was suddenly confused.
He doesn't understand this world, he doesn't know this battle, but why are so many battles bleeding around him? It seems that all the years in his life are like the red stains he left on countless burning worlds. ,Meaningless.
He wondered how he got here and what happened to the other members of the squad.
He remembered his name, Solidus, sergeant of the 27th Assault Company of the World Eaters—
But now
All his vows.
All in his life.
Everything is like a fragile white paper, torn and ravaged at will by the gods, and thrown into the ruthless vastness of the galaxy.
Suddenly, at the final moment of death, the Butcher's Nail whipped his brain like self-destruction and vibrated at the base of his skull, and all questions returned.
who is he?
Where is his brother?
The questions gnawed at him, but in the end they just turned into vague Gothic words.
"The blood god doesn't care whose blood it is"
Malakin sighed and chopped off his head with a knife.
"Ouch."
Jalan Kyle limped to Creed's side, and then looked at the yellow giants.
"I thought it was the Imperial Fists, but it turned out to be the Weeper."
Creed turned his head.
"You still know this?"
Jalan Kyle pulled out a crumpled combat manual from behind his butt.
"I knew you hadn't read it. Didn't the Ministry of Military Affairs distribute this when you came to the Maelstrom? It contains the logo identification of each Space Marine Chapter participating in the war."
Creed opened it and saw that the sign was indeed the Weeper, so he thrust the book back into Jalan Kyle's arms.
"I have a lot of things to do, so I forget to read it for a while."
Creed looked at the battlefield. The Weeper's support was very fast and powerful. The army had already crossed the reserve defense line, and the heretics could no longer stop it.
His lungs were filled with the smell of burning, and the war machines completely destroyed large areas of the hive. Perhaps now those who betrayed the Emperor and the Empire, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, will think about the problem at hand and understand what is going on. It's called 'cost'.
Not just here, thousands of people died in every residential area in Sartosha. Thousands of people were covered in hot ruins, burned to ashes by burning promethium, and blown into pieces by artillery shells. Meat, rivers of blood on the streets.
Those who were lucky enough to survive and chose to surrender were rounded up, shot with machine guns and burned.
New instructions have been sent from the command center in orbit. Prisoners are no longer needed. In the future, the world will be re-colonized and everything will start again. All they have to do is to let every weed and every stone pass through the fire. They were all chopped into pieces by sharp blades, and every traitor deserved to die.
Creed switched to a Chimera and directed the troops to advance quickly. Blood flowed from the destroyed buildings. The Weeper had separated from the Cadian soldiers and fought alone.
Angels are ruthless, they are the embodiment of death. To them, those who live in simple houses have chosen to betray the Emperor. This is the judgment that traitors deserve - there is no right or wrong, no hardship, no mercy.
However, even so, the Cadian people still were not the first to rush to the wall of the middle nest as the generals expected, because this honor was snatched away by another army, which was called——
Catachan Second Regiment!
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"...Tomorrow is the Emperor's Ascension Day, so you should take a break once in a while."
While Soshyan was processing intelligence gathered from all aspects in his personal office, a gentle voice suddenly sounded, almost making him mistake it for Veronica.
However, when he raised his head, he saw Velez walking through the open door.
"Uh, it's Velez..."
Soshyan forced a smile on his face. The other party's clothes were a bit "weird" today.
Although she is still dressed like a nun, her appearance is "thinner". She wears a black veil on her head, her golden hair is tied together, her delicate face should be wearing light makeup, and there is a tall and rounded neck under her elegant neck. She was tightly wrapped in a piece of white clothing, maybe it was too tight. Soshyan keenly noticed that there seemed to be nothing inside, and it was rippling slightly as she moved around...
Further down, as if a mountain fell into a trough, the black nun's uniform followed the flat belly, and then expanded to the left and right, highlighting the graceful curves unique to human women. The long hem continued to blend with the white silk as Velez moved around. The round legs wrapped in quality garters were rubbed, and a little bit of white and greasy skin was exposed from time to time. Soshiyang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes...
The splay is a bit too high, almost reaching the crotch, but fortunately Velez's walking gait is very elegant, and it does not look very charming, but has a unique dignified charm.
And for some reason, Soshyan always feels a bit familiar, as if...
Then he remembered.
Veronica seems to have worn something similar, but the effect is completely different...
Velez was holding some food in her hands, and she was responsible for these tasks instead of Veronica during this period.
"You are almost always busy on the battlefield and in the command center during these hours, and there are no less than these few hours."
When the other party came to him, Soshyan smelled a unique aroma mixed with incense and a light orchid fragrance.
"Thanks."
Soshyan nodded slightly, and the other person was now beside him. When Velez bent down to put the plate on the table, the curves of the body tightly wrapped in the nun's uniform were clearly outlined, especially when he was given The rich fruits of the sacred duty of raising human offspring are far beyond Soshyan's previous expectations. He had never seen Velez being like this before...
Soshyan suddenly shivered, no, no, how could he be controlled by vulgar desires like ordinary men.
And Veronica sent a message that she would be back soon.
Velez glanced at him, and a few strands of hair slipped across her forehead. She reached out her hand and gently brushed it behind her ears. This simple movement exuded all kinds of charm.
Then he bent down and breathed into Soshiyang's ear, and whispered softly:
"Happy holidays, Soshyan..."
An hour after Velez left, in Soshyan's bedroom, an emergency push-up session was entering its final stages.
"She... um... is she... here... ah..."
"...you...seeing that you are so...excited...she must be...dressed...very coquettishly..."
"Remember...you...promise...ah..."
Soshiyang, whose muscles all looked like a layer of oil under the dim light, suddenly straightened up and stood up, and his push-up training suddenly turned into arm strength training.
This sudden movement interrupted the words of Veronica, who was dripping with sweat. After involuntarily making a high-pitched trembling sound, she raised her head while hanging in the air, and then put her arms around the neck of her lover behind her, her red lips like Fire, Soshiyang also lowered his head to meet it...
Tonight is New Year's Eve! Lao Mo hereby wishes all readers good luck and good health in the new year! (Please bear with me about the chapter about risking death)
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