Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

Deathwing Terminators and heavily armored warriors came out from behind with disgraced faces. Malbas smiled. The opponent's long-range weapons only had two plasma pistols. As long as he flew up, the group of dark angels below could only Jumping up and down in a hurry.

Azmodai stood upright with his sword pointed straight at Malbas' huge head. His left hand was slightly turned over and placed behind his back.

The battle brother understood, took a few steps forward to reach Azmodai, and quietly thrust the plasma pistol into his left hand.

"You go and destroy the Chaos Titan, and Malbas will be left to me to handle it." Azmodai did not restrain his voice. He said this clearly and clearly, and Malbas couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

This is too disrespectful to me...

I go.

A vanguard team composed of several heavily armored warriors immediately took action. Malbas didn't know whether they wanted to go around behind him or break through the defense line, but he had to stop them.

This is a conspiracy.

A new group of demons rush out from the altar. Wherever they pass, there are dark abyss. On the extremely dark ground, ghost hands will reach out to grab your ankles at any time.

The hands below are not innocent souls, but the cleft-hand demons under Maris. They are synonymous with weak demons. They are a huge army. They do not have enough strength to break through the barrier of reality and come here.

When the demons outside are running wild, the hand stretched out below can grab the powerful demons and force them from the subspace to the real world to participate in the war.

They hung on the big demon's legs and poured out of the passage together.

Several Primaris warriors clenched their blades and protected the important bombs behind their backs.

There was a group of demons in front of them, and Marbas was falling rapidly behind them. They rushed towards the group of demons without hesitation.

Malbas must defend the Emperor-class Titan. This is Malice's death order.

The ancient legion armor mocked the new generation of dark angels who bared their backs to him. The ancient and sacred patterns on the armor twisted into a devil's face, making a silent mockery.

"Boom~"

Malbas's back was hit by Azmodai's plasma gun. The Demon Prince did not care and shook his wings. Azmodai would wait for another second...

A long sword penetrated his body.

The Blade of Reason accurately pierced his back. Marbas' body stiffened for a moment, and then Azmodai's figure came behind him. He grabbed the hilt of the Blade of Reason with one hand and charged up his iron fist with the other. , eyes locked on the back of Marbas' head.

The Caliban behemoth's lion-like hair was originally loosely draped on the demon prince's neck and back, but now it suddenly gathered to form a ferocious face.

Azmodai glanced at it and involuntarily struck the hairy face with his iron fist.

He grabbed the hilt of the Blade of Reason and stirred it slightly inside Malbas's body, but after the iron fist hit the hairy face, it didn't feel like it was hitting the hair, but like a punch hitting a drum.

A deafening psychic blast exploded, causing Azmodai's soul to almost be ejected from his body. Then, several times the force of the rebound came from his fist.

The interrogating priest seemed to have been pulled out by a slingshot and hit the wall behind him. Blood was bleeding from the corner of Azmodai's mouth, and he still held the Blade of Reason tightly in his hand. ,

Marbas' head raised strangely, and then twisted behind his back, his limbs were folded, his back became his belly, his chest became his back, his wings passed through his waist, covering his body closely, and his body turned and transformed into a head. The Caliban beast on all fours.

A giant beast that Azmodai had only seen in books.

The Grand Master of Deathwing probably carries the Caliban Beast-Slaying Knife.

Azmodai spent a heartbeat recalling the duel between Caliban's behemoth and the beast-slaying sword in the classics. He picked up the "short" Blade of Reason and held it across his chest.

The hatred for the fallen angels began to fade away, and Azmodai didn't know what was going on. He continued to strengthen his hatred for the enemy, and the flames of anger flowed through every vein. But the more he thought like this, the more hatred he felt. few.

He could feel the collapse of every muscle in his body, and the sound of blood rang in his ears, running like an endless river.

Azmodai's soul was in a trance.

The roar of blood became the roar of Caliban's beast.

The base of the crater, filled with steel and debris, is changing. Lush trees stand up. The hot feeling brought by the flames is replaced by the moist breath of the forest. The warm light passes through the whirling leaves, and speckled shadows are scattered on Az. On Modai's armor.

He looked down and saw that he was only wearing the simplest, most close-fitting, and most traditional style of battle uniform. It was so ancient...and brand new.

A beast roar came from the front, which shocked Azmodai. He tensed up. The giant beast was in front, running towards him.

The thick fur cannot cover the angular muscles, and the powerful limbs can crush the roots of the thousand-year-old tree in one step. The giant beast raises its head high, like the king of the forest, looking at the little man below with contempt, As if to say: It is your honor to be my lunch.

Azmodai felt a little confused. This was something the Astartes called fear. However, due to the physiological transformation, the Astartes would not have this emotion of fear. He did not know how to defeat the monster in front of him. Confusion will replace fear as the most despised emotion among the Astartes.

The old interrogating priest had not remembered this feeling for who knows how many years, and such "fear" flowed throughout his body.

He didn't understand, didn't understand why he couldn't move, didn't understand why his limbs were so stiff, and his body was as weak as a newborn baby.

Behind him, a majestic voice came.

"Confronting your enemy is the first step for a knight."

Azmodai's soul burst into tears for a moment. This voice was so majestic, so kind, so young.

He would never forget this voice in his life.

"Father~"

His voice trembled, almost uncontrollably, and he wanted to turn his head to see the source of the voice, the father of genes, Ryan Jonson.

"Defeat it and complete your revenge."

The Caliban beast pounced forward, and Azmodai avoided the fatal blow with all his strength. The blade left a deep scratch on the Caliban beast's shoulder.

The giant beast roared, and it was angry. The anger was that it was so powerful, but today it seemed that it was being teased.

The huge animal palm was raised above Azmodai's head, and the pointed claws that were exposed looked extremely sharp under the sunlight.

Azmodai roared, his soul roaring.

No one can stop me from meeting the Lion King! Lord Ryan!

He risked his life to fight the giant beast. The voice of the original body seemed to be everywhere. In the tense battle, he tried his best to find the trace of the original body. The only gain was the sacred cloak.

The giant palm hit his head hard, and he felt that the reinforced organs of his eyes failed. The blood-red liquid obscured a little of his vision, and the enemy became blurred. The body was shaky but always stood firm.

He judged the location of the enemy by the stinking ape breath coming from the teeth of the giant beast, felt the strong wind brought by the sharp claws to avoid attacks, and used the vibration of the earth and the sound of the savage beast's body smashing into trees as his judgment criteria.

Draw the knife, dodge, roll, stab...

Azmodai fought against the enemy in near darkness, and could only barely see the outline of the giant beast.

Both sides are bleeding.

Azmodai even bit into the giant beast, cutting off large chunks of flesh with the blade and feeding it into his mouth. The Emperor's Angel's body was repairing quickly, and his eyesight was gradually recovering during the endless battles.

The blade inserted crazily into the vitals of the Caliban beast, and blood was flowing from every vitality. Azmodai finally sat astride the giant beast, held the sword in both hands, and stabbed it hard in the eye.

The beast fell, and an Astartes fell from it, the wounds of the battle with the beast draining the life out of this otherworldly body.

Azmodai raised his head with all his strength, looking for the figure that haunted him.

A large shadow blocked him, and light and shadow danced on his eyes. After thousands of years of service, Azmodai once again felt the obvious alternation of light and darkness. He opened his eyes hard, cursing in his heart why his extraordinary eyes that should see the night as day can now not see the majestic figure in front of him.

The light shone on his face, and the shadow that occupied most of his field of vision said only one sentence.

"You're qualified, Red Ross."

All the senses were like being violently bombarded by thunder, and they instantly lost their perception.

Azmodai let out a breath.

Familiar venue, familiar enemy, a giant Caliban beast was charging towards him. Malbas was wearing gorgeous Dark Angel power armor in this state, which looked ridiculous and blasphemous.

Azmodai seemed to have changed, holding the handle of the knife in front of him with both hands.

The corners of his mouth raised. He never imagined that he could trigger the ancient memories in the gene seeds after serving for more than a thousand years.

To gain combat experience from gene seeds, being on a similar battlefield is a good trigger medium. No one thought that he was now facing the behemoth of Caliban that had been dead for eleven thousand years.

Azmodai now knows which lineage his gene seed comes from.

Fallows Redros.

The leader of the Dreadwings, the first supreme master (chapter leader) of the Dark Angels, the warrior best at destroying everything.

His blade of reason tore through the turbid air. The blade was swift and deadly. When the entire blade sank three inches into the side of the opponent's neck, he raised his left foot earlier than the giant beast's claws and stepped on the opponent's forelimb.

The beast's mouth was wide open, and Azmodai could clearly see how many teeth there were inside. The source of fear in the subspace called out to him.

Azmodai watched indifferently. The giant mouth could no longer get any closer than three inches away from his head. Marbas felt a huge force coming from him, and immediately the world began to spin, and he was enveloped by an uncomfortable feeling of weightlessness. he.

"Boom~~"

The impact was much louder than the one when Azmodai hit the wall.

Azmodai used the barbaric art to slam Malbas into the wall behind him with a full-force over-the-shoulder throw.

The Demon Prince fell from the wall, and the Blade of Reason barely moved. The blade stayed in place, and a large gash was opened in the belly of Marbas as he fell.

Azmodai withdrew his hand that was holding a lot of mane and took off the plasma pistol from his waist.

"In the name of Ryan Jonson, I declare that your sentence is eternal imprisonment."

The plasma gun was almost thrust into Malbas's big mouth, but Azmodai didn't expect that just when he pulled the trigger, several little demons jumped out of Malbas's mouth and blocked it. This plasma bullet.

A wave of darkness hit Azmodai's body, and disorderly chaos hit his soul. A heavy-armored warrior immediately killed the source of the bombardment, but there were too many demons, and only those with power swords could They couldn't stop all the attacks on Azmodai.

"Wake up, Azmodai, wake up!"

The sound seemed to be absent, and Azmodai's eyes went dark.

Marbas struggled to get up and fiercely rushed towards the old immortal priest.

"Wake up, Azmodai, wake up!"

Azmodai's body stood still.

Huge claws descended from the sky and were about to tear his head open with one blow.

"Shh!"

The friction sound caused by the scraping of claws and armor was extremely harsh, and it didn't even need to be supplemented by Maris' fear psionic energy. Azmodai's body took half a step back as if it was an automatic reaction.

"I will follow you and burn the entire galaxy."

Such words suddenly came out of Azmodai's mouth, which made Malbas wonder whether he had defected to the Warmaster.

The Blade of Reason counterattacked very quickly. Azmodai's eyes widened, and two tears of blood flowed from his eyes. These words were not said by Horus.

These words were spoken by the Dreadwing Commander to the Lion King after he learned that the Star Torch was extinguished and thought it was the fall of the Emperor after Terra was lost.

Fighting in the dark?

My first supreme master of the Dark Angel has just taught me.

Azmodai's movements were so clumsy, and his martial arts were so immature, but the furious Malbas could not hurt him at all.

"I will guard the darkness."

The monster-turned-devil prince was even more powerful and faster than in his normal state. When he saw Azmodai taking the initiative to attack, he was overjoyed. He stretched out his forelimbs to hold down his arms, and bit Azmodai off with his huge mouth. Modai's head.

Azmodai's movements were like the last blow from an exhausted person, he staggered and couldn't hold the knife steady.

The distance between the two parties was only one meter, so it would not be an exaggeration to call them close to each other. At the critical moment, the pastor's left leg seemed to have lost the last of its strength, and it suddenly bent down, and his body turned accordingly.

With his arms covered by his body, Azmodai hit Malbas's neck hard with his shoulder. The Blade of Reason was loosened and tightened. During the volley rotation, it had already turned 180 degrees and was held backwards. With his hand in his hand, he stabbed straight at Marbas' chin.

This blow was inserted from the chin and penetrated the maxilla, completely sealing the demon prince's huge mouth. The tip of the knife that pierced the bridge of his nose then pierced the metal wall, nailing the evil fallen angel to the wall.

Malbas was twisting, and his body was changing back to its original appearance. The human hands were shaking feebly, and the grimace condensed on the ancient armor of the Dark Angel was crushed by the power boots.

Azmodai's vision slowly became brighter, and Maris's magical power was fading.

Upon seeing this, the Deathwing team became furious and slashed wildly at the demon group. The eleven demons were beaten back and forth, and more Terminator warriors rushed out from the passage. Their armors had large areas. Damaged, but some had the heads of elite veterans of the Sons of Grudge warband stuck behind them.

They are arrogant and arrogant, and they deserve it.

We are the Dark Angels, the Legion of the Emperor's Firstborn, we stand for invincibility, we work with destruction.

Destruction is coming.

I am destruction!

No one could stop the assault of this elite force, and they fought their way to the altar.

The location of the altar is between the legs of the Emperor Titan. A large number of indescribable tentacles extend from the altar, then plunge into the soil, crawl out for a distance, and firmly trap the Emperor Titan. His thighs were together with Ronger, the God of Destruction.

This terrifying demonic engine is firing all the time, its body covered with spiked cannons, spine-throwing spears, and destructive death ray cannons...

The believers jumped off the immobile Titan's lap and charged towards the Deathwing warriors. For the believers, this was a blood trial, and the one who survived to the end could become Maris's divine choice.

The altar trembled again.

Azmodai stepped on Marbas's chest. He professionally tore apart the giant demon prince's flesh and nailed each sacred long stick. They were sacred pillars ripped from the backs of his comrades, with tops on them. He didn't know which powerful enemy's head was thrown aside, and the long stick nailed the demon prince to the ground.

Suddenly, its flesh and blood was completely broken, and evil tentacles suddenly emerged from the walls and the ground, which were no different from the crawling tentacles on the altar.

The ground was drilled through by it, Azmodai was knocked out by the drill-like tip of the tentacle, and fell towards the altar. Malbas was torn apart and absorbed, and his soul was exiled to the subspace, and the condensed body was together. Absorbed by the altar.

The violent tentacles were swiping wildly, hitting Maris believers and inner ring warriors regardless of friend or foe.

Several tentacles stretched out towards Azmodai in the sky, trying to entangle him in the air.

A heavily armored warrior cut them off with a power broadsword, and the not-so-holy "new" masterwork power broadsword accidentally lodged itself in the dark bowels of the altar.

The weapon lost power on the spot, and the soldier couldn't pull it out even with all his strength. He had to turn around and move his body, trying to catch Azmodai who fell from the sky.

The enemy fought frantically, and the descendants of Lane advanced firmly.

They cannot stop us, all the Astartes thought.

The Emperor-class titan was restless and restless. It should have raised its legs here to give the group of ants a war trampling, but the tentacles of the altar firmly fixed it in this area, this crater.

Cut off the tentacles, and the demon will lose control of the giant titan.

The same goes for blowing up the altar.

Azmodai chose the altar among the emperor-class titans and altars.

"Deploy the bomb first and destroy this altar!"

The anti-matter bomb was safely planted in the sea of ​​​​blood in the corpse mountain, and then a powerful wave of annihilation tore a bottomless hole in the center of the crater.

The Imperial Titan is free, and its life is numbered.

The huge black smoke layer in the sky is dissipating. When this "planetary void shield" disappears, it is the moment of its demise.

Da Mo felt that the forts were losing control, and he raised his thighs violently, intending to trample them in a real war.

The warriors in the inner ring were not panicked, because they saw the Deathwing Master from the volcanic ash that filled the surroundings.

Deflection stance has been deployed.

All the surviving warriors entered the stand. This sacred relic could teleport the holder away. After "a little" research, the Techmarine could now teleport the entire stand away.

It's just that they don't know where they will be transported.

The light lit up, and before the evil power of the subspace had completely dissipated, their bodies gradually became distorted and disappeared in place.

This is not subspace teleportation. Some warriors also carry anti-psionic equipment. This is teleportation equipment left over from the golden age.

As soon as Azmodai opened his eyes, he was already thousands of miles away. They fell from the sky and could see the Emperor-class Titan madly spewing fire from the crater from a distance.

Wait until it goes crazy and ends its collapse, or be killed by the cannonballs it fires randomly before then.

Azmodai was lying on the ground thinking this. He didn't know how many bones were broken in his body, and he couldn't even lift his arms.

Black smoke drifted.

The Emperor bless you.

.......

May the shock wave not blow you to death.

A Dark Raven fighter entered the atmosphere in a suicidal charge. It only carried a bomb, a special missile mixed with the ashes of the Silent Sister to destroy the void shield.

The bone-crushing bombardment dispersed all the black smoke directly above the Emperor-class Titan, and light shone in from the black smoke hole for the first time in a long time.

Praise Omnisiah.

The fleet commander shouted excitedly that he was so lucky that the missile successfully exploded directly above the enemy.

The divine light grows brighter and brighter.

"Light spear against the enemy, lock is completed, fire!"

......

Azmodai couldn't tell what he saw. It was too bright. When he was dug out of the ground three days later, he had lost consciousness. The pharmacist of the Angel of Absolution used up half of the medicine he carried to save his life.

Be fearless! (hapiness)

You're lucky, the fearless quota is full, I'll see if I can save you.

Azmodai woke up ten days later. One of his arms was replaced with a robotic arm, some of the organs in his body were replaced with mechanical equipment, and complex tubes were inserted into his body.

The Apothecary noticed he was awake, but the first to appear was the Techmarine.

"I installed some interrogation equipment directly into your mechanical prosthetic arm, I think it's a good idea (Pride)."

Azmodai lay on the hospital bed, his voice weak.

"Thanks for what you did, brother, I owe you a favor."

"There is no time to rest anymore, we are rushing to the battlefield." A series of advanced communication panels appeared on the technical sergeant. "We are heading towards an unknown galaxy of ghouls, and Azrael is in trouble."

"The rebels won?"

"No, thirteen games in a row, but... some... brothers of the Inner Circle who were far away from the main force were ambushed. Our Astropaths received their distress signal. The Emperor bless .”