"Don't panic! Fire! Aim for the sky!"
Gonzalo saw a Night Lord gliding low through the crowd, his clawed feet brushing over their heads, his helmet carved into a snarling skull face, his eyes glowing with cold fire.
The harsh roar turned into a whisper as he scanned the crowd.
"Scream...we are here for you..."
The Death Watch responded immediately.
"For the Emperor!"
Firing from their bolters, the Midnight Raptors rose quickly, circling and dodging, taunting and torturing, but killing only those who fled.
"Damn the timid ***, come down here if you dare!"
Dontaye cursed as he fired his bolter at the shadows flying across the sky and swung his axe.
Suddenly, all the searchlights in the square burst out, and then a thick shadow enveloped the area, and the visibility instantly dropped to less than five meters.
[In view of the general environment,
"Um!?"
Before Duntaye heard the roar of the thrusters, his instincts gave him enough warning, and he immediately roared to the side, and then a clawed foot hit his shoulder armor.
The enemy swooped down with great force and knocked down the Wolf. He crashed under the steps of the Governor's Palace. The three panicked militiamen were immediately crushed to a pulp by the heavy Space Marines, and even the concrete floor cracked.
But Dontaye no longer cared about the broken flesh and bones beneath him and on his body, and instinctively rolled to the side, ripping his claws towards his previous position and cracking open the floor.
The Space Wolf stood up at lightning speed, swinging his ax at his opponent, but he ducked, and then the bolter in the claw holster suddenly fired, tearing into his chest.
Dontaye turned sideways and blocked the attack with his pauldrons. The armor rose, but disrupted his attack. The raptor immediately lit up his backpack and rushed towards him, knocking his bolter away and knocking him away. He grabbed it and threw it down, then put one foot on his chest and one foot on his ax hand, pinning him to the ground.
"Your corpse emperor is a lie..."
Hateful voices roared from the bestial skulls and gaping jaws, and saliva dripped even onto the Deathwatch's armor.
"Foolish people always turn a blind eye to the truth!"
"Death to heretics!"
Before the claws could be slashed, the wolf roared and raised its free arm.
A grenade with the fuse flew up to an altitude of twenty meters, and then exploded as soon as the raptor reacted. The explosive force and shock wave pushed both of them away instantly.
Duntaye gritted his teeth, and his body slid along the rocky concrete with a burst of sparks, and the abused power armor made a sharp friction sound.
As he climbed to his feet with the ax in hand, each breath ripped through his chest like a shower of broken glass, but he leaped up with his arms raised and roaring.
The raptor was lighting up his backpack and trying to take off, but the tomahawk hit his back firmly and dragged him back to the ground.
The two began to roll and grapple, and the wolf smashed the opponent's chin with a headbutt, and the opponent's claws also tore a deep scratch on his left face.
But in the end, the wolf's tomahawk tore open the opponent's throat, and blood sprayed more than ten meters into the air. The raptor's body only trembled for a few seconds and stopped making any movement.
When he stood up, he was almost as tattered and bloody as the thing he had killed.
"Brothers, I——"
When the wild wolf just tried to find his comrades, the shadow suddenly disappeared, as if the whole world turned white.
The next second, the ground under his feet was torn apart like paper and crumpled into a ball in the sharp steel hands, followed by a wave of extreme pain.
Pain filled the entire universe, and countless banshee-like screams overwhelmed his senses. The subspace was like a descending blade, slowly entering the physical universe. All the light that once existed was sucked dry, and all reality was swallowed up.
and burned.
"What--"
Duntaye fell to his knees, and when he raised his head with difficulty,
A behemoth stood on the broken roof of the Governor's Palace, its wings of tattered leather folded together, its body switching between solidity and nothingness, its eyes as if on fire, releasing smoke and ash.
Suddenly, the shadow changed and became twisted and tightened steel flesh, filled with evil runes. It seemed to have different faces in every dimension, and then those faces fleetingly turned into smoke. As if the entity was uncomfortable - when it opened its mouth, its throat burned with immaterial energy that emitted not light but shadow.
It is surrounded by smoke, like the steam of a forge, and spikes of shadow protrude from its spine. When it breathes, the light and shadow sway, as if to announce that the eternal night has risen and the light has risen. Never comes.
That is not true.
It's also surreal.
But here it is, Vasco Gor, Lord of the Shadowwraiths, nicknamed Shadowclaw, a daemon prince.
Then Dontaye saw his comrades of the Death Watch staggering through the smoke and shadows. Each of them was wounded. Gonzaro's helmet also fell off. There were more than a dozen wounds bleeding on his dark face, and there were people lying on the ground. Among the corpses of six raptors and three death watch, Duntaye remembered their names.
Bradford, from the Gryphon Chapter.
Armaniaz, from the Eagle Warrior Chapter.
Pascal, from the Emperor's Spear Chapter.
Dontaye does not like them all, but comrades are comrades after all, and their relationship transcends blood. They live together and will die together.
"See you again in the winter..."
Struggling to stand up, the bloody wolf looked up and stared at the incarnation of terror that had stained reality with its existence. The raptors were also there, but now they were still and silent, as if they had turned into dark statues.
Suddenly, the Demon Prince tugged on the chain on his hand, and his once human eyes stared at the Death Watch below with endless ridicule.
As the chains were thrown out, several broken corpses were hung on the roof of the Governor's Mansion. They were members of the killing squad that had been lurking in the city.
"You have become weaker than I remembered..."
When it spoke, it was with some malice that the sound was a mixture of screams and echoes of tortured souls, twisted and horrific, taking shape in all the brains.
As it spoke, it raised its hand and pointed at a crack on the left chest.
"At least he can leave this for me when I kill that guy named Mordas,"
It moved its steps, and the tips of the long limbs that could hardly be called feet, the black claws sparkled, sparks burst out from the friction with the roof - they were not forged from flesh or metal, but from the darkness itself. Claws forged from raw matter.
"Look at that, what a wonderful hunting ground."
As it points its hand to the sky, demonic raptors fly like vultures, chainswords roar, guns gleam in the darkness, they cheer, cackle, scream, twisted armor It shone with an evil light, like the remains of a coal furnace.
All the raptors gathered above the city like scavengers, ready to feast.
As they swooped down in unison, the sky was filled with their howls and hissing sounds of whatever unnatural force was supporting them.
The Daemon Prince roared with pleasure, rejoicing in the carnage that had taken place, and the wails rose like smoke - the screams of the fearful, the groans of the tortured, the cries of the dying, these sounds, amplified by the shadows, struck all death Watching nerves.
"Did you taste it?"
It lowered its head and whispered:
"Have you tasted the horror of this world? It's... well... it's intoxicating."
