Chapter 385 The Gods Smirk

The chainsaw swords collided and rubbed against each other. The violent contact of the monomolecular blades instantly raised the temperature of the contact area to tens of thousands of degrees, turning into countless sparks and the collapse of the blades. The Sergeant of the Destruction Eagle was not in a hurry and blocked the full-strength attack of the Red Pirate Champion, but he also felt weak and numb, and turned resistance into evasion, like an elegant hummingbird, dodging the enemy's attacks again and again.

At the same time, the Astartes tactical team of the Destruction Eagle used explosive bombs to prevent other Red Pirates from supporting this battle. There was also a reason that the sacred duel did not allow interruptions, so those warriors did not deliberately attack the Sergeant of the Destruction Eagle.

This was a primitive and great duel that determined the fate of countless people, and at the same time it was ridiculously simple. It was just two powerful warriors fighting each other. When the champion's blade brushed the armor of the new Sergeant of the Destruction Eagle, a conspicuous wound was drawn on the ceramic steel, and the weak gap in their combat effectiveness was revealed.

The power of the minions of the gods can be imagined. He gave up everything and worshipped absolute violence. Now he has gained power, far surpassing his previous brothers and compatriots. The pressure he showed was distressing. The sergeant had to retreat again and again. The clever attack made him feel the wind of metal rust raised by the sharp chainsaw sword through the helmet.

He raised the bolt pistol and fired in a busy time, barely penetrating his armor and weakly embedding into his body. An attack that was enough to break the bones and flesh of mortals could only stop this monster for less than a moment at close range, but it was enough. The sergeant relied on this moment and quickly distanced himself.

He kept panting to restore his strength. He had never encountered such a terrible enemy in the internal training of the regiment. Even if he usually trained with the former sergeant, now the champion think tank, and experienced the heresy war on Loand, it was difficult to keep up with this traitor.

"What's wrong, Ghost Peak guys, are the rumors about your bravery and fighting skills groundless?" He raised the chainsword, and the assault backpack pushed it forward again and again, pushing the sergeant closer and closer to the mortal battle line.

The sergeant kept parrying, and the single-molecule blade on the chainsword had been completely rolled up, greatly reducing its power, while the enemy relied on his own strange strength and the help of the assault backpack to hit the heavy attack every time.

However, he was not beaten unilaterally. On the contrary, he was waiting for the enemy's backpack to run out of limited fuel. When the champion had to fall to the ground, he realized that his attack did not cause many wounds to the young Astartes.

And his chainsword was completely rolled up, and he could only pull out a tactical dagger instead, which he had to praise. "Calm, endurance, patience and skills are also good. It's a waste to be a pawn of the Corpse King."

The young sergeant of the Destruction Eagle replied. "Experienced in hundreds of battles and with superb skills, it is a real waste for a warrior like you to work hard for those so-called gods. Those abominable evil gods have never cared about the souls and existence of human beings, and you are just stubborn."

The two of them confronted each other in their own positions, but secretly manipulated their armor to insert many super-standard stimulants to improve their physical strength. This is not training, but a life-and-death struggle. After the enhanced morphine and synthetic dopamine and some drugs that enhance regeneration ability were injected into the veins in turn, the sergeant felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then there was endless power.

The two tore each other apart again, relying entirely on speed, strength, and skills, like wild beasts stabbing each other with fang-like daggers into the enemy's body. The smell of blood began to spread from the duel field, and at the same time, their subordinates were also engaged in a fierce battle.

The Red Corsair flew up and down in the bombs to avoid the projectiles, and the Destruction Eagle fired alternately more quickly. The dense trajectory caused the Red Corsair's soldiers to be hit several times, but it was not fatal.

The members of the Destroyer Eagle communicated with each other using communicators, and their actions were so unified that people wondered if they were clones, but they were undoubtedly transformed from the most elite natural people in the Empire.

The unity of the loyal Space Marines was far better than that of the traitorous Space Marines who acted independently. They relied on the tactical actions of the three-in-one to successfully avoid the dive attacks of the enemy. On the contrary, although the Red Corsairs had four soldiers, their wounds on their bodies increased.

The Space Marines who wanted to go down from the Land Raiders to support had to be afraid of the firepower of the three heavy Lemanus tanks that suppressed them, and the battlefield fell into a stalemate in an instant.

The Red Corsairs were indeed stronger in top combat power, but wars needed to achieve strategic goals, not unilateral power comparisons. If they could not destroy the Lemanus tanks, their battle line would only be false.

So far, the Red Corsair champions fought more and more anxiously, and their physical strength gradually dissipated faster and more violently. On the contrary, the young non-commissioned officers of the Destroyer Eagle played steadily, relying on the Imperial Guard as a backing and the tactical goal of delaying, and slowly accumulated advantages.

Ironically, the Red Pirate Champion, who had more experience and strength than him, was worried about his comrades and was forced to disrupt the rhythm of the battle. He gradually lost strength in the dagger melee like a storm, and the young sergeant saw the opportunity and kicked him away, rolling down the slope. At the same time, the dagger got stuck in the gap of his helmet and pried open his "head".

The bright red helmet with long decorations fell with the champion, and the powerful warrior revealed his severely mutated and disgusting face, which looked like the mouthparts of a scavenger called a crab on Terra, with a hairless head and scarred skin, which made people sick and disgusted.

This is why the Red Pirates resent Alan Bair. If this man hadn't forced them to forcibly jump to subspace, they wouldn't have received so much contamination in a short period of time, making their gene seeds almost unusable.

Even for a renegade space warrior like the Red Corsair, mutation is still a shame that proves his weakness. In other words, it is because of Alan Bair that this warrior lost the value of gene seed recovery, that is, it turned a real man into a Although this metaphor is not appropriate, the shame and anger will surround him throughout his life.

He held his cheek and made a pitiful sound, while the young sergeant walked up to the champion, picked up his human leather tactical dagger, and prepared to end the poor man's life.

"Death is coming from the sky!" He burst out with the iconic Space Marine war cry. Just as Onius Praid expected, the brother he loved so much was going to die here, far away on the battlefield bombed by the Imperial Guard. , the evil commander suddenly felt a sting in his heart. He couldn't help but increase the intensity of his prayers, and a word came from the darkest and most vicious abyss.

Those were not human words, nor did he recognize any race, alien, or ancient language. He believed that his erudition and proficiency were comparable to those of the greatest scholars in the empire, and he immediately realized that the great scholars at that time Gods, the embodiment of the four most basic desires.

He immediately recited piety silently, for...friendship? Brotherhood? His own hegemony? He couldn't tell, and it didn't matter to him. He just did whatever he wanted and acted according to his own ideas. That was the reason why he betrayed the empire.

He breaks taboos, is greedy, chases desires, Slaanesh, loves war, and kills. Except for the Unchangeable Lord of Plague, all three of them may favor him, but when he saw that one from the depths of his consciousness, he couldn't help but , completed as the expansion of male desire.

The next moment, the dagger in the young sergeant's hand was bounced away by an inexplicable violent sound wave. He felt that his body was weak. The palm that was enough to strangle a bull ant could not hold a dagger at the moment?

He realized something had changed, but the next second, a bomb accurately hit his chest. The armor continued to inject painkillers and stimulants to maintain his physical activity, and he looked at the loser with a bitter smile.

"It turns out that the survivor of Badab was just a despicable person..." He clutched his chest and gradually weakened. This was definitely not fatal to the Space Marines, but in front of him was an absolute beast.

The champion just glanced at the distant battle line, picked up his helmet, put it on, picked up his dagger, and answered indifferently. "I also want to die with dignity, but I have responsibilities that I have to fulfill. Now my life belongs to a brother, not myself. You just killed me. I recognize your power."

"Young man, I will sacrifice your soul and skull to the Lord of the Throne, not to the stupid Corpse Emperor."

The sergeant pulled out the armor fragments from his chest as a weapon, and the blood moistened the almost white ceramic fragments. A thick black carapace was exposed on his chest, and he answered the man. "I deny your Lord."

The two people fought again, with the smell of blood and the roar of fighting, more savage and crazy than the last time. The fight between trapped beasts is so cruel, not to mention the battle between space warriors. The countless desire for survival drives the two people, Endless responsibilities bind the two of them.

At the same time, the Brigadier looked helplessly at the death duel between these supermen. It had nothing to do with him. He was a mortal, unable to enter the sacred duel, and had no ability. No matter who entered that circle, the best outcome would be a broken spine. It was drawn out and used as a whip.

He has seen Superman fight, and he has also seen the results of those who do not know how to interfere with this duel. He almost suffocated, and could only let tens of thousands of people witness the fight between the two demigods, watching them punch and stab each other. Crazy fighting.

About three hours later, it was over. The exhausted sergeant saw the opportunity and was knocked to the edge of the slope. His lower body was pressed against the soft soil, and the left and right sides of his chest were suspended in the air. His body was stepped on by the feet of the Red Pirate Champion. The man looked like a victor. He is like that, aloof.

But at this moment, several Astra Militarum veterans couldn't stand it anymore. They fired their laser guns, but they couldn't even scorch the outer coating of the traitorous Space Marine...

The Brigadier immediately called for a ceasefire, because firing in this case would damage their relationship with the Eagles of Destruction. No matter what the outcome, the duel could not be ruined, and if their shots hit the Sergeant Astartes of the Eagles of Destruction, , this regiment will bear the infamy of killing the Astartes and will never be able to stand up...

At this moment, he was extremely envious of the Fourth Skadi Regiment. Those soldiers not only had ancient weapons that could defeat the Space Marines, but also had Lord Skadi as their backing. They would not be afraid in any case, but could fight without restraint.

On the battlefield, Sergeant Astartes Destruction Eagle looked at the warriors in front of him as he lay dying. "I lost, but I have a request. I defeated you. There is a problem with the victory this time, so after you complete the strategic goal, you must let the mortals here go..."

The Red Pirate Champion asked in surprise. "Mortal? You are about to die! Do you care about this group of mortals? You still have at least a thousand years to live. Among all the mortals here, no one will be older than 500 years old! And your last words are? You want these mortals to be safe and sound. ?”

The sergeant nodded.

"I have no obligation. You are already dying. You are already dead. You are already..." The champion was a little incoherent. He had not thought of such last words. He guessed that this person might have many great words that could even change the situation. He thought that this young man would turn defeat into victory and turn his inglorious victory into his death...

He had not thought that this powerful Astartes would finally want to plead for mortals, and he would kill these people anyway. It would only be a few days later if he sent it now!

But the sergeant answered. "You will agree because you are a warrior. It has nothing to do with whether you are a heretic or not. You are a warrior, a warrior like the Eagle of Destruction. You cheated in the duel. If you don't want to be unable to sleep in this life, then let them go. Those things are worthless in your eyes."

The champion hesitated, then he raised the blade and shouted. "I, the leader of the Red Corsair Champions, the most powerful Khorne Champion, a warrior who wants to fulfill a lord's great dream, I, K'kaza Karak (meaning fortress, war fortress), swear on the Brass Throne that after taking off the head of the warrior in front of me, I will give the mortal army time to retreat! Thirty standard Terra minutes! Otherwise, the soul will dissipate! Never again!"

In an instant, this cloudless artificial world suddenly thundered and thundered, and dark clouds gathered. His words set off a reaction in the warp, which meant that his Lord recognized it. At the same time, the destruction of the soul represented the most terrible curse in the mortal world. The dead can go to the warp to find their own gods. It is the last mercy of this world and the beginning of all curses. His words represent that he will fulfill this promise with this mercy as the bottom line!

Next, he inserted the blade, blood flew up, he raised the young man's red helmet head, blood kept dripping, wetting the champion's helmet, and falling on the position of his helmet eyes, looking like crying...

Then he shouted hoarsely. "Did you hear that? Mortals! Get out of here in ten minutes! There is no room for you. Get out of here!" Thunder continued, and the Imperial Guards began to retreat at the fastest speed. No one dared to stay, including the three Destruction Eagle Warriors who followed the sergeant. They were also indulged by the champion.

When the Imperial Guards left his sight, the thunder in the sky dissipated, and the champion began to pick up a scattered wooden board on the ground and use the dagger that killed the warrior to make his own tombstone, with his head inserted on it...