paranoianovel Chapter 407 Choose, Fallen Angel or Red River Traitor
Chapter 407 Choose, Fallen Angel or Red River Traitor
Azrael relaxed wholeheartedly, controlled his mind, and pushed out the fighting impulse caused by the soaring adrenaline.
His opponent's eyes were as hot as the fire he carried, and all Azrael could see in them was anger.
The eyes of the Emperor's Champion are like the obsidian sword in his hand, cold, dark, and razor-sharp.
The Secret Blade was placed high above his head, very close to him, and Azriel's arm bending was close to the limit of the power armor.
The battle-axe strikes the war-blade, it must strike the war-blade.
The power of the Bazi leader is like a mountain, like a surging wave, like lava that swallows everything.
The target of the gravity ax is only the head, the head that most pleases the skull base.
He was so close that the loyal heart was sickened by the fiery vapors of the Chaos traitor.
The blade trembled, and Azriel let go of his hand. The point of intersection between the ax edge and the sword became the center of the circle, and the blade was spinning.
The gravity ax began to pull Azriel towards it, the corrupted machine spirit having transformed the force into psychic energy, the Emperor's blessing wrestling with it.
The Emperor's Champion took a step back. If the opponent strikes like this, it will only tear open his hard front armor.
The Bazi leader must also take a step forward.
The Secret Sword rotated around the axe, with the hilt turning upwards from the lower right side, and finally came to the top of the axe.
Azriel's left hand caught the hilt of the sword.
The followers of Khorne took a step forward.
It was as if the head was handed to his sword.
Azrael made a horizontal slash as fast as he could, with the blade of his left hand resting on top of the battle ax. Even the enemy with the fastest reaction could not use the weapon to counterattack.
The enemy chose the most Khorne approach.
Come on, don't guard anyone, just attack and see who dies.
His posture holding the ax in both hands became more forward, and the muscles of his shoulders contracted and pushed forward. His thick shoulders blocked the attack route of the Secret Sword, and his neck was firmly protected with his shoulders.
The filthy air exhaled from the jet at the rear of the Gravity Ax enveloped the sacred relic, making Azrael unable to see what was behind it.
He felt struck, and the resistance coming from his hand convinced him that the traitor's flesh and blood had been torn apart, but he was not sure whether the enemy had been killed.
The divine power on the gravity ax is fading, and the obsidian sword is faster, but gravity drags the edge of the ax and sticks to the sacred black armor.
A huge crack was torn open in Azrael's armor. This was the uncontrollable power of the battle ax itself. The corruption of Khorne invaded the servo system along the cracks in the armor, and the light of the Emperor bloomed in an instant. , both sides rely on themselves, and no one from the rear can even think of intervening.
The battle ax fell and cut into the metal plate under his feet. Azriel finally saw the situation in front of him clearly. The Secret Sword cut open both of the opponent's arms, with almost only a few muscles hanging down. The head of the Bazi leader was not cut off, and his chin was not cut off. The black sharp horn below was cut off and fell to the ground together with the gravity axe.
The enemy's madness would not stop because of injuries. After losing his arms, he hit Azrael with a headbutt, hitting Azriel in the middle. Both sides were dizzy. The leader of the eight sons was the first to recover. Anyway, he had no sense at all.
This impact did not cause much damage to Azrael. The sharp corner on his chin had been chopped off by him. He cleverly attacked the opponent's left leg and moved to the right, leaving the embarrassment of being forced to the wall. In this state, he raised his sword and pierced the opponent's waist.
Bazi's injuries were healing rapidly. Even the Imperial Guard was ashamed to see him. With only a few swings, half of the broken arm had been reattached. He used a spinning kick to repel Azrael's blade, and then tried to use the broken His hand grabbed his ax
The paladins withstood Bazi's attack and assigned two veterans to support the chapter leader. The three formed an encirclement, tightly surrounding the powerful World Eater.
Three to three.
Two Khorne demons roared out of the body of the Eight Sons leader. He was not a possessed warrior, but he was carrying a Chaos Relic on his back.
Since the battle, Azrael saw the World Eater's back for the first time. The Blood Legion was only on the way to charge. There were two obvious cracks on the dark back, which could be seen deep to the bottom.
A man long dead.
There was a sharp blade stuck on it. Judging from the sacred emblems, it came from a Gray Knight. The power sword almost grew with his body, so that Azriel couldn't tell whether the sword was corrupted or not.
The next battle was very simple. Azriel used his flexible positioning and familiarity with the internal environment to constantly sneak away from the enemy, deepening the opponent's injuries bit by bit.
More and more bodies of the Dark Angels appeared. The weapon fragments and headless corpses of the servant army were everywhere. The blood of Chaos followers intensified the madness here.
The mortal members of the Repulse Gang who were stained with the blood of Chaos believers also began to be murderous unconsciously. Their wild fighting postures accidentally injured the battle, and eventually became degenerates who killed unconditionally.
The leader of the Eight Sons and Azrael fought all the way to the holy relics of the warband, until the leader of the Eight Sons could not even stand up.
After the initial surprise attack, Azrael's fierce swordsmanship was fully displayed, and his fighting style was not hasty, slow and easy, suppressing the blood of the traitor.
Three of the eight were killed, and four killed the opposing veterans of the Honor Guard, then entered the portal and disappeared on the battlefield.
No one knows what their reason for fighting is. It seems that they just wander around all battlefields and fight against powerful beings.
The subspace fluctuations that also cracked around the Bazi leader seemed to be urging him to end the battle quickly, but Azriel did not intend to end it.
He kept fighting to attract his opponents here, not to watch this long road of death.
The Chapter Master of the Dark Angels thrust his arm into the base of a huge relief, then shattered the sacred decoration with one punch.
The eyes of the surrounding statues are brightening, and the cage is activating. The Caliban beast cage cannot contain your anger, but the silence of the dark angel can.
The operating method of Silence can no longer be understood, and the technical sergeant can only maintain him in strict accordance with the manual. This is a cage used only to capture the most dangerous aliens. It was once used to trap a peerless strongman named Ran Dan.
Who let you penetrate the depths of my Dark Angel's battle barge?
Azrael had dealt with the traitor and hoped that the interrogating priest could pry something out of his mouth instead of all meaningless yelling.
"Supreme Master, the enemy has stopped attacking us. It seems that a support force has directly entered the opponent's ship."
"Reinforcements? Death Watch? I didn't call for the Gray Knights."
"........"
"Supreme Master, this is the worst situation. I heard the howling of wolves..."
Azrael showed visible helplessness, as if he was considering how to deal with the Space Wolves and these reckless men.
He has awakened, but the other party has not.
"The bad situation is over. Cut off the opponent's hook and lock, let the warship escape, and let the brothers who jumped to the enemy ship not be impulsive..."
"It's broken, Grand Master. The Space Wolves have rebelled. There are wolves everywhere, adamantine wolves, everywhere... I am the Claw of Reality!"
Rogier's voice suddenly flooded into the communication channel, and then the signal was cut off.
"The battleship turned immediately."
On the side in contact with the enemy ship, almost all the weapon arrays were destroyed, but the other side remained intact.
"Broadside weapon preparation, damn, are there any gunnery crew members?" The communication channel was seriously interfered with, and Azrael was unable to contact his brothers behind half the battleship, but miraculously, the long-range communicator was still functioning. He was able to contact Azmodai.
"Azmodai, how is your opponent?"
"I am guilty, brother. Malbas escaped. He disappeared among the demons. We are hunting him." Azrael was not surprised by this.
I guess I won't see him for nearly a hundred years.
"Retreat, we need to regroup our forces, the front is too spread out."
"No, I must capture Malbas. You know how important he is.",
"The rebellion in front of you is more important. Can't you see clearly? What is the scale of the rebellion now?"
The communication channel was very silent. There were serious differences within the Dark Angels. The two factions refused to give in to each other. This was exactly what Azrael wanted to see.
Screen out those brothers who have too deep karma first.
During their internal quarrels, they formed a team to capture the Fallen Angels. In addition to all the members of the Death Wing, there were also a large number of sub-regiment soldiers.
About one-fifth of the warriors chose to join this massive war force.
Among them, four-fifths of the warriors who knew about the Fallen Angels but did not know which ring they were in chose to continue to capture the Fallen Angels. This was a huge force.
Although the army led by Azrael was large in number, most of them were new recruits.
Once the screening is roughly completed, it’s time to enter the second stage.
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The troops of the Blood Legion disappeared in a short period of time, and in the words of Khorne, they charged towards another more cruel battlefield!
Charging backwards is also a charge, and is sent to the battlefield at a normal point.
As for this adamantine army, when Angron wakes up in 888, they will have a good fight.
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Yifeng ordered an attack, and all the ships broke through the blockade of the Dark Angel Expeditionary Force. As mentioned before, the military strength here accounts for one-third of the expeditionary force, and the remaining two-thirds are in the Ghoul Star Territory.
The Great Thousand World reinforcements led by Li Anjun came from the direction of the Extreme Star Territory, and the first batch of support troops from the Hazy Star Territory also entered the Ghoul Star Territory.
We have no reason not to go.
The large force of Red Torrent gave up the fight with the remaining fleet of Dark Angel and used its speed advantage to get behind them.
Guerrilla warfare is our advantage. If you can beat the supply line, who will kill you Azrael?
If I chop it down, can you give me some gold coins?
Azrael led his army to pursue Yifeng's main rebel force.
After these troops left, Azmodai was found by the Deathwing Grand Master who remained on the planet.
"I sense something is wrong with Azrael."
"He's just too old, so old that he starts to consider issues from the perspective of the empire's overall situation." Azmodai was too familiar with him, and he didn't care about Azrael's transformation.
While looking around, he said to the Deathwing Master in front of him: "My existence is to remind him all the time that Azrael is still the Supreme Master of the Dark Angels. He cannot be allowed to completely dedicate himself. What we are carrying is far from It can be washed away by your own death."
The old interrogating priest was the first to realize the change in his old friend. At this moment, Azmodai believed that as long as the Emperor needed it, he would order all the First Legion to go to the battlefield of death, and not a single recruit would be left behind. This is something Lion King Ryan Jonson would not allow.
The First Legion always has backup, and Azmodai must always remind him that he cannot allow the entire Chapter to perish because of unbearable responsibilities.
"I mean, it refers to his attitude towards the fallen angels."
"It's very strange. He told me that he faced the legion's past."
"Face it head-on. If he faces it head-on, he should come down to capture Malbas, pierce the chest of the fallen angel with the blade of secrets, and let the prison that will never see the light of day fall on the traitor, instead of chasing those groups... Renegades…rebels.”
The two were silent. All the warriors present hated the Fallen Angels differently from other traitorous legions. No one would blame them. All war groups would fanatically hunt down their own traitors, but Azriel's transformation made They feel bad.
The Deathwing Grand Instructor looked at the other "Deathwing Grand Instructor" indifferently.
Why is this concept so similar to the Pardoning Angel, don’t you think? The Great Teacher of the Forgiving Angel?
"There are too many of us staying here. There is no need to stay so many." Almost all the soldiers of the Angel of Absolution boarded the ship. The ordinary soldiers followed Azrael and left, while the Deathwing took the battleship to surround the planet. The wild planet.
The good name is: to prevent him from using the wizard to jump to the battleship, grab a battleship and escape.
In essence, they are ready to enter the next battle at any time. If the thousands of people present can't catch a single Marbas, what's the use of thousands more people?
The Grand Master of Deathwing suddenly attacked, slamming his body into the Angel of Absolution, knocking him unsteady, and then pressed the sacred dagger tied to his arm against the opponent's heart.
"Have you forgotten your duty?"
Azmodai persuaded them, and then asked the psyker squad and the Librarian to assemble to find the location of the enemy.
The Dark Angels have so many secrets that they refuse to turn to the mysterious Gray Knights for help, and these loyal think tanks are enough to deal with the demons.
Malbas is hiding underground on a deserted planet. This is an underground trap fortress set up by the Dark Angel at the beginning, with the intention of causing a lot of damage to the enemies who invade the fortress.
The demon prince strolled along the path torn apart by the adamantine warriors, stroking the broken walls. There were only corpses in this fortress, and everyone was killed. He played with the remains of the dead to form blasphemous formations. Law.
Prayers lead directly to the Warp, an altar to a lesser god.
Maris, the holy number is eleven.
The lost resentment, the supreme terror in the darkness, the leader of chaos and disorder.
He needed some help, help from the Warp. There were too many Dark Angels up there, and he refused to just leave. The death of the Dark Angels was not enough. He wanted all the Dark Angels dead.
A fragment of Luther's armor was put into the altar, which involved the deepest secrets of the Dark Angels. After Luther was bewitched by Chaos, he fought with the Lion King. During this period, the armor, one of the sources of Chaos corruption, had actually been shattered by the Lion King. This This is also why Luther showed a small amount of sanity in the end.
Malbas obtained these fragments. He is one of the fallen angels who has the closest contact with Chaos.
From the dark abyss emerged the Sons of Resentment, a warband that was once one of the twenty warbands that guarded the Eye of Terror, but was corrupted and sworn to Maris.
Unlike Khorne, the Blood God casually threw an army into the battlefield, while Maris sent the main force over.
However, the teleporters here are not enough to teleport more warriors, they have to set traps to kill more sacrifices.
There are always people on the wild planet who are too late to evacuate. The scale of this war is too great. A team of missing Battle Sisters joined a tank commissar of the Astra Militarum, along with some Ogrynian auxiliary troops.
They walked towards a valley, hoping to find some water and food, but supplies were running low.
"Sister, there seems to be something wrong with the machine soul of our tank. Can you bless the machine soul?"
"My faith rests solely with the Emperor."
.......
"Whoosh~~~"
A Dark Claw fighter jet passed by the sky. The political commissar was very happy and immediately asked the correspondent to call the other party, but the tank's communication system failed.
The political commissar shouted several times toward the sky.
The fighter jet changed form.
Forward swept wing, the king of subsonic speeds and the target of supersonic speeds.
The forward-swept wing configuration changes to the backward-swept wing configuration, and it accelerates forward.
The political commissar's yelling was not entirely useless.
The tanks, including those of Ogryn's team, suddenly began to sink.
"quicksand."
"Ghost quicksand, hurry up, get on top of the tank, jump out, don't think you can escape from the sand."
The range of the ghost quicksand is not very large, and you can get out with a quick jump, but you can't get it contaminated at all. The political commissar stood on top of the tank, pulled the battle nun up with one arm, and took a look at the nun's weapon.
Ogryn was shouting: "Big feet hurt~~~"
The political commissar had no intention of rescuing him, but suddenly slapped the nun's hand, and the loosened mortal version of the power sword fell on the rear hood of the tank.
"Commissar, what did you do?"
The nun made a jumping gesture to jump down from the turret to pick up the war blade.
The political commissar aimed at the nun's round and plump ass.
Fuck you.
The political commissar used the strongest kick in his life and kicked the nun hard on the butt.
The beautiful figure flew out several places and hit Ogrin at the end of the team.
"Smart guy! Throw the nun onto the shore."
The nun's ankle was firmly grasped by the big man, and his iron-like hands commanded, throwing the nun far away.
"Hey! Sister, you are really beautiful~~~" The political commissar's voice penetrated into the nun's ears in the howling wind.
When she looked up, the entire team had disappeared.
"Oh, damn it." Half of her body was also in the ghost quicksand. She couldn't feel her lower body, nor could she feel the emperor.
The desert is good at devouring life.
Another warrior of the Sons of Resentment warband enters the gloomy underground fortress.
He said: "It's not enough, there are still brothers who haven't come over."
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The Night Lord spoke, and he said: "Hail, King of the Night."
Curze's death will forever pain the Night Lords.
In the middle of 32K, the Grand Master of the Assassin Court, Fankrich, killed all the other high lords and led the government alone. After the death of the stupid high lord, the empire did get better for a period of time, but the complexity of the huge human empire The business soon overwhelmed him and drove him crazy.
Three Space Marine Chapters formed a coalition of battle-brothers to behead him.
Before he died, Fankrich shouted: "Do you want to know the truth about the death of Konrad Curze?" Maximus, the leader of the Imperial Fists Chapter at the time, gave full play to Dorn's character characteristics, raising his sword and falling with it. I chopped Fankrich to death, and I killed you when I told him to. There was no sloppiness at all.
The Imperial Fists were happy, but the Night Lords were extremely unhappy. They really wanted to know the truth about the death of their genetic father, and they worked tirelessly to target the Assassin's Court. After so many years, during a battle with the Imperial Fists, Maximus was accidentally killed. That side learned the record of this sentence.
This made them want to dig up Vankrich's tomb, but they couldn't find it. It was estimated that it was completely wiped out by the empire, and this experience was not even mentioned in history.
The Night Lords began to frantically collect all information about the Grand Master of the Court of Assassins. They felt that there would be treasures buried in places they considered important, hiding secrets that only he knew.
The traitors of the Eighth Legion are wandering around the universe. The extremely remote area of Scalia is considered to be one of his possible birthplaces. The long river of time has submerged too many things. They are constantly comparing the ancient words of 32K and There are only a few phrases in the record, even those with similar pronunciation.
There are thousands of "suspicious" places like Scaria. Some have turned into alien worlds, and some have turned into death worlds. The places swept by the extermination order are the same as the worlds occupied by demons. many.
In this case, the Night Lord was unusually free of intermittent psychotic symptoms.
Situ Val finished a whole sentence for his reattached tongue, which was very rare.
"Record, his condition has reached the limit, but I think we can let him try to break through the limit." Situ Val took out another syringe calmly.
"I don't really like doing this kind of thing, please bear with it."
"Hail, Lord of the Night."
The 98th three-hundred-year memory comes with torture, time amnesia, and another torture.
The effect of the medicine is not that precise, and occasionally it will be accompanied by some long-lasting memories, memories that may not be obtained even by opening the skull and eating the brain on the spot.
Mushin, the Assassin of Callidus, the Assassin who killed Curze, sent something back.
What a shame, my Power Claw was taken away by Saintly Leth. (So said the original body who was found again by the Night Lords.)
Sevetar, these are but fragments of the Primarch's death.
No, send it out, make tens of millions of copies, and send it to every Night Lord war gang.
The Eighth Legion reunited briefly, just for a moment.
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