Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 87 Holy Holy Snow Angel! ? (please order)

A faint sound came from behind Azkelon.

The commander turned around and looked in astonishment. When he saw the scene behind him, his face was full of disbelief.

Azkelon is a veteran of the Ninth Legion born on Terra.

Almost the first Astartes warriors shaped by the Emperor, Azkelon has fought countless wars, large and small, in the decades since the Great Crusade. He has faced countless abominable aliens, but he has never seen such an incredible enemy before him.

The corpses stood up unsteadily.

At the beginning, their activities seemed a bit sluggish, but they soon became familiar with the workings of this body. They began to run forward, with weird smiles on their faces. During the violent activities, their tongues, eyes, and swollen flesh fell to the ground piece by piece. The moment they collided with the ground, countless yellow-green juices exploded, and the thick fog It spread towards the Archangel and the others like life.

"This is not in line with the truth of the empire!" Kano shouted loudly, "They were clearly dead just now, but they are still active now."

"What I mean is that with their current body structure, they simply cannot support such a rapid speed." Cano added again.

"Never mind the imperial truth for now!"

Amit roared angrily, "If we continue to delay like this, we will all be drowned by this group of excrement water later. I am a noble Blood Angel, and I don't want to become a Snow Angel like Kano!"

The heavy composite bolter equipped on his Terminator armor opened fire, with high-speed rotating warheads and blazing promethium flames spurting forward at the same time. The few monsters at the front were instantly ignited and turned into human torches, but they did not feel pain, and instead let out mocking laughter.

The promethium flames, which are enough to melt steel, are unable to turn these flesh and blood bodies into ashes in a short period of time.

Amit's brows rose, and the expression on his face became more ferocious.

Click!

Not far away, the snow angel Kano also emptied his magazine.

He thought for a moment, raised his hand and threw an arc of black thunder and lightning.

The javelin-like lightning penetrated four or five living corpses in an instant. Their laughter stopped abruptly, and their bodies disintegrated and then turned into a handful of ashes and dispersed in the flames.

"Under certain circumstances, your boy's witchcraft can still be useful."

Amit took a breath and commented.

"This is spiritual power, not witchcraft." Kano argued triumphantly, "When I was on Baal, I used the same power to help the angels kill the enemy."

"These monsters are unkillable."

The angel suddenly spoke, and everyone followed her gaze and saw the living corpse that had been burned to ashes crawling out of the excrement water. They groaned and staggered towards the Astartes warriors like old men racked by illness.

Some people in the group started coughing and had tiny dark red spots appear on their skin.

It starts with pilots and Catachan warriors.

Then, even the Astartes were not immune to this situation. Kano felt his throat felt itchy and his head felt dizzy. He was stunned for two or three breaths before he realized that he was actually sick.

He thought that after becoming an Astartes, he would never get sick again.

"We can't stay here any longer, otherwise the condition will become more serious." The angel urged. She held the spear of completion in her left hand and slashed hard on the land in front of her, and a high wall of black flames emerged from it. Spurted out from the gap.

The walking dead seemed to be afraid of the destructive power of the flames.

They stopped.

The fourteenth modified organ of the Astartes, the Pebble Kidney, began to function. The toxins in the blood are quickly decomposed and filtered, and the diseases that were born due to some supernatural force due to the strong vitality are quickly and completely healed.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Azkelon gave the order and led the team out of the valley.

Crunch!

The two Astartes warriors hurried forward, sealing the old wooden door together again, and even used flamethrowers to weld the iron chains on it. The noisy sounds in the valley gradually stopped, but the yellow-green stench of gas was still escaping from the cracks in the door.

"Aldaron."

The archangel flapped his wings, descended from the sky, and landed in front of Commander Catachan.

"Angel, what are your orders?" Aldalon lowered his head and asked respectfully.

"I'm thinking, if things are as we guessed before, and the elders you mentioned evacuated from this valley after repelling the attack of the Dark Eldar, then they should have enough time. Leave some mark in the forest."

Sanguinius spoke softly, "If we can find these clues, maybe things can turn around."

"What you said makes sense."

Aldalon nodded repeatedly, coughed twice, and said quickly, "I will take people to search nearby to see if I can find any clues."

"good."

Sanguinius nodded, and then asked, "How is your condition? We still have a batch of medicine here."

"For Catachan people, we are used to these ailments."

Aldalon grinned and patted his strong chest, "We have faced many worse situations, and these injuries are nothing to us now."

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"Thank you for your concern."

After that, Aldalon led his team to search the surrounding area.

It didn't take long for Aldalon to reappear in front of the archangel with an excited smile, "We found a clue."

he said.

There are conspicuous marks on the huge tree trunk.

The wavy lines spread all the way along the tree trunks, pointing to the deepest part of the forest.

"Without further ado, let's get going." Sanguinius' fingers gently touched the scratches, and he could vaguely see the scene of the elders trudging quickly through the jungle. Their bodies are tall, but their movements are so light.

It was like a breeze blowing by, disappearing into the deepest part of the forest in the blink of an eye.

Only a few branches were left swaying gently in the sun.

——

Fang Lai breathed heavily.

The muscles on his body were in severe pain as if they were being torn apart from the brutal blows of the Dark Eldar, and sticky sweat flowed like a river along the deep ravines on his face. The plague carried by those living corpses began to spread in his body, and his lungs felt as painful as being filled with gravel every time he breathed.

He felt as if his consciousness was being steamed in a furnace, and his head was in severe pain as if it was melting.

Can’t think…

But I can’t give up now, I have to persevere.

He gasped and clenched his teeth tightly, hot blood flowed from between his lips and teeth, and the taste of rust spread in his mouth. The severe pain finally allowed him to regain some consciousness. He was able to see the enemy in front of him clearly. Even though it was a little blurry, it was enough.

It was a tall and slender warrior wearing gorgeous armor. The armor has many spikes and partitions, the helmet is decorated with various horns, and he holds a huge and ferocious decapitation knife in his hand.

These brutal yet elegant equipment were cleverly decorated on his body. Looking from a distance, he looked like a nightmare coming out of the shadows.

Nightmare Kelast claims to be a servant of the Eldar war god Khaine.

"Your civilization and the gods you believe in are dead. It was you who lit the firewood on the torture rack yourself." Fang Lai, the elder of Catachan, sneered and mocked, hoping to use words to disturb this The heart of a terrible nightmare, so as to find a weakness that can be exploited by oneself.

He continued, "Your ancient kingdom has become history, and now, all glory belongs to the great Emperor of Mankind."

"It amazes me to hear these words from a savage like you."

Nightmare Kellast replied in elegant High Gothic, "It's useless for you to try to anger me in such a clumsy way. Just like your miserable companions, your fate has already been doomed. You The reason why I can survive until now is not because of how strong you are, but because I want to absorb more pain and despair from you. "

"The pain and despair of mortals are precious puree to us, and it requires subtle adjustments to taste the best taste." Kailast said with a sneer, "It is precisely because of this patience and For my unique taste, my compatriots on Gomor call me the bloody bartender.”

"Then have you ever tasted your own blood."

Fang Lai said with a smile.

A dull hot wind blew from the distant sky, rustling the entire forest and causing ripples. The golden sunshine is swaying endlessly, and the tiny leaves are running and jumping in the breeze. Fang Lai closed his eyes, and his figure gradually became blurred until he disappeared from the nightmare.

Uh-huh!

The long stick swiped violently from the side and behind.

His speed was so fast, but he barely made any sound.

Kelast was amazed at the speed and strength displayed by the primitive man at this moment, as well as the deadly precision in his attacks. The buzzing decomposition field at the end of the long stick made the Dark Eldar warrior's muscles tense. He did not dare to be careless and used the huge vortex knife in his hand to block.

boom!

The two collide.

But the force that burst out from it was far less intense than the nightmare had expected.

It was almost like a gentle tap on the blade of the decapitation knife, and then it was violently struck with force and stabbed towards Caileist's waist.

"Damn it!"

Kelest felt a chill in his waist.

Before becoming a nightmare, the sense of crisis on the edge of life and death saved his life countless times.

He reached out to block his lower back. The armor on his hand collided with the end of the long stick, and a ball of hot sparks burst out. The armor on Kelest's hand exploded in an instant, the flesh and blood inside was burned, and the tingling sensation spread along the nerves to the brain.

"Savage monkey, die!"

The pain and shame turned into anger in his brain, and Caileist swept behind him with an astonishingly powerful slash.

But before hitting the enemy, Fang Lai accurately predicted Caileist's attack.

He hid quietly in the forest.

Like a deadly poisonous snake, it observes its prey and is ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

"You were called a nightmare?"

Fang Lai launched another attack and smashed his long stick towards Kelest: "But in the forest, we are your nightmare. If it weren't for that kind of pollution and plague, you would never be able to get out of here alive. Death is your end."

The decapitating knife was raised in mid-air, and the brutal force made Kelest's legs tremble.

His fighting spirit was completely ignited and he sneered, "Weak people always like to find excuses for their failures. Your strength is pretty good. But how long can you hold on now? The plague is spreading in your body. I smell it." There’s that smell of corruption.”

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Fang Lai fell silent.

He stopped talking and just launched a desperate attack.

But this is not just a battle between two people, this is a war, a war between the Dark Eldar and the Elders of Catachan. Fang Lai could still rely on the experience he had accumulated over the years to fight against nightmares, but not far away, the rest of the tribe quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Either they were brutally killed by the Dark Eldar's brutal weapons, or they lost their ability to fight and became slaves.

Although they live a relatively isolated life.

But I also understand the Dark Eldar's reputation for cruelty. Compared with falling into the hands of the Dark Eldar, death is definitely a kinder ending.

"You're upset!"

After another collision, Kelest suddenly spoke.

His muscles were tense, and the armor on his body creaked due to the swelling muscles.

The huge decapitating knife drew a purple-black arc in mid-air. If he had not been injured, he should have been able to dodge such an attack.

Poof!

Blood spurted from his chest.

Fang Lai fell to the ground and struggled a few times but couldn't stand up anyway.

"it's over!"

Kelest strode forward and summoned the servants and Dark Eldar mercenaries in his hands, "These slaves are in pretty good shape. After this job, we won't have to worry about capturing slaves for the next ten years.

No matter whether these slaves are dead or alive, take them all with you.

Even corpses can be valuable in the hands of those Haemonculi. "

"Yes, boss!" Gemo's mercenaries replied in a relaxed tone. Compared with the gloomy warriors of the order, these wild mercenaries were much more lively. Of course, their abilities also vary, and sometimes exact guarantees cannot be obtained.

The mercenary men began to work.

And Caileist never let down his guard, looking at the surrounding forest with purple-black pupils.

He didn't know what happened to the fleet leader Aligena, but this forest was becoming more and more strange and dangerous. Inconspicuous weeds, vines hanging from the branches, dense yellow-green poisonous gas, etc., seemingly ordinary objects may suddenly erupt and take away the lives of the Dark Eldar warriors at the next moment.

He had had enough of the planet's poor natural environment.

I don't want to stay here any longer.

But sometimes, the more you are afraid of something, the more likely it is that it will happen.

Just as Caileist turned around to ask his men about their progress, the sound of an engine running at high speed came from overhead. He subconsciously clenched the beheading knife and suddenly looked up, seeing ice-white wings spread out under the golden sunlight.

Angel,

And her heirs descended from the sky.

The pale golden eyes were burning with deadly rage, and the unparalleled beauty and majesty made Caelest tremble uncontrollably.