"This trace of blasphemy—"
The ascetic monk wearing bone-white and jet-black power armor pushed the corpse at his feet with his armored boots. His face was hidden under a helmet carved into a skull shape, but his voice already indicated that his attitude.
The twisted corpses of the Skitarii on the ground are nothing more than victims of the torturous desires of Slaanesh worshipers.
Magyar studied the corpse of the Skitarii. The bones and ribs of this modified soldier's face were strangely swollen, as if something was stretching them open from the inside. His right hand had also been embedded in his carapace. Carapace-like spikes covered the skin like curved fingernails.
He is not wearing a helmet, and his face is covered with pale old scars. The exquisite Terminator power armor on his body is carved into the shape of bones. The silver armor stomach matches his terrifying dreadlocks and forked beard. This whole image is It is the personification of death.
Warriors wearing dark Terminator power armor stood on both sides of Magyar, their faces hidden behind death masks carved into howling skulls with their faces peeled off. After joining the Alliance of Tribulation, they obtained them through the Forge World and captured them in battle. , the number of Ascetic Terminators skyrocketed, and almost the entire company became a Terminator Company.
"Consider death a mercy,"
The Lord of Ascetics stood up. The huge and heavy Terminator power armor did not hinder his predator-like elegance. With his rich experience, he identified the guy who caused these strange harms.
In order to defend a vast area, the entire battle group had to be divided into several parts and stationed in different locations. Magyar led a company as a reserve team to quickly support emergency locations in the defense zone through various transmission platforms in the star fort.
This place was supposed to be guarded by more than 20,000 skitarii and armed servitors, but there was no news after the military priest sent a request for help ten minutes ago. Mazar immediately led his company to check.
In fact, he had expected that the defenders here might be finished, so he had mobilized a new batch of troops in advance, but before that, he had to lead the company to stabilize the defense.
The focus is on the No. 28 energy transmission center, which is related to the energy regulation of the entire A-area defense quarter automatic weapons.
In the process of going deep into the entrance of the transmission center, they have already encountered some crazy cultists. These people who were injected with large amounts of addictive drugs rushed towards the Terminator like moths mindlessly rushing to the flame, even if they were killed in an orderly manner. , and still tried to use their crude and crude weapons to cut through and break through the hard armor.
During the course of the battle, Magyar had noticed pink and purple scents emanating from various vents, and could hear a distant chorus of horrific wails of agony and screams of pleasure.
Mortals who inhale these gases may immediately turn into tearful and laughing lunatics.
"The tricks of fallen men."
whispered Zdeno, the Ascetic Librarian, hiding his disgusted sneer beneath his helmet.
"bring it on."
Magyar strode forward.
"Let's see what these heretic bastards are up to."
A company of ascetics climbed a huge curved staircase. The bodies of many skitarii and cultists fell on the steps, as well as damaged battle robots. Traces of burning and explosions could be seen everywhere on the guardrails and steps. It was obvious that what had happened here Had a hard fight.
Soon, they stepped onto another lower staircase. This time the stairs led them to a spacious circular hall. At the entrance of the hall, there were still some surviving skitarii and battle robots. They showed no expression after seeing the ascetic. He showed no hostility and didn't say anything.
Magyar did not see the priest who accompanied the army. He guessed that the priest might have died in the battle. Only these guards were left carrying out the last instructions - defense and waiting for reinforcements.
The hall is surrounded by rows of arrays of meditators, and above it are many cables as thick as one person, tangled together, and in the middle is a huge imager, which is crossing a large amount of data and exuding a miserable green light.
Standing here, he could hear the rumbling sound of artillery roaring tirelessly in the distance. Magyar could not tell whether the artillery fire came from the defenders or the invaders.
It doesn't matter, they want to defend this place now.
The rumble sounded again, much closer this time, and there was the sound of heavy combat boots on the rocky floor.
"hidden."
Mazar ordered and pointed to the nearby array of cogitators. They are ten meters high and can easily hide even the huge Terminator armor.
After a while, the huge figure walked under the light at the other end of the corridor.
Their shiny dark purple armor was covered with unspeakable filth, and their helmets came in a variety of styles, but without exception they all bore the symbol of the Prince of Darkness. There were also some physical mutants among them, for example, one of them had a pair of trembling insect forelimbs. , the lower jaw of the other helmet was pushed open by a large number of tentacles.
Hundreds of Chaos Space Marines swaggered into the transmission center, singing the praises of Slaanesh with thin and smooth voices. After seeing the symbol of a lightning bolt and a crossed dagger on their shoulder armor, Magyar recognized this Slaanesh. The identity of the warband——
Blasphemer.
The very existence of these corrupted warriors was an affront to the Emperor, and all ascetics had suppressed rage to tear the beasts' bodies apart.
Soon, the leader of the blasphemers, the 'Sword of Furious Desire' Eyegbeni Daly walked in with elegant steps. He held the sword in one hand and dragged a body that had been stripped of all Metal and skin, only a little bit of flesh and blood remained, but the body of the military priest was not completely dead.
After entering the control center, Eyegbeni Daly glanced around, and then a frivolous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The white face with a lot of makeup was like a stage actor, and then he threw the priest's remains in the On the ground, he flicked his hair and said with a smile:
"Stop hiding, come out, let's have fun."
"Do it!"
Realizing that there was no point in hiding, Lord Magyar whispered, and then the Terminators stepped out of the shadows, firing as they advanced.
Chapter Bearer Althanath holds the banner of the Chapter, and for the past two centuries he has carried it with him on every expedition of the First Company of the Ascetics, the skulls of every xenos race, and the skulls from the Emperor's Clan. He tied the skulls of traitors captured in the enemy's evil fortress with thick black iron chains and hung them on the flagpole, making jingles as he moved.
On the other side, the prepared Slaanesh believers immediately opened fire, and at the same time, a large number of fanatic believers and medicine slaves rushed out from everywhere.
Explosive bombs and plasma roared through, and some bombs hit the Terminator's armor, but the elite veterans of the Ascetics barely retreated under the fierce impact and continued to advance ruthlessly as if nothing had happened.
Some terminators fired with melta cannons, their furious roars particularly clear in the rumble of twin bolters. The hot molten flow penetrated the armor of the leading blasphemers, leaving lumps of brown-black pus. Water splashed across the battlefield.
