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Chapter 341 The World Eaters and the Word Bearers

Satellite city outpost.

This place is far away from the nest. It used to be an important trade distribution center and cargo transfer station, with walls, sentry towers, bunkers, warehouses and warehouses, surrounded by open, dry and barren wasteland plains... But it has changed now.

Turned into a hell on earth.

Broken corpses are piled up in every corner, red and brown blood plasma is like a thick oil painting, in the passage, on the city wall, in the hall, layer upon layer, repeatedly splashed, solidified into a thick layer of blood scab .

Flies and mosquitoes were flying around the corpse, a pungent smell permeated the air, and the exposed organs in the body cavity also gave off a unique stench.

Several space warriors walked among them, and they seemed to have become accustomed to this smell and these images for a long time.

These space marines don't wear helmets, their eyes are hollow black sunken or bulging crimson orbs that look ready to burst into a fit of rage, their faces are scarred and many have grown horns, fangs, or something worse Mutations, their skins were stained red with blood.

On the wall of the outpost of the satellite city, three Chaos Space Marines stood, their power armor painted in crimson and brass.The ceramite pickguard is riddled with dents, scorches and scratches.They all bear the same symbol on their shoulder armor: a planet bitten between two sharp jaws.

The leader of the Chaos Space Marine has huge and towering "rabbit ears" shaped helmet wings or helmet crowns on both sides of the helmet, which are covered with rivets and spikes. distance.

In the distance, six Chaos Space Marines fell into the sand, the scorching sun hung high, and the dry and cracked yellow ground was full of ring-shaped ruts and tire marks. Shouting excitedly, they jumped off the modified motorcycles and trucks one after another.

The corpses of several Chaos Space Marines that fell on the ground were stripped away by them, not only weapons and armor, but even a tattered servo motor and a piece of cracked ceramic steel armor, the green skins were unwilling to let go .

Soon there were only six naked corpses left on the scene, and the greenskins jumped onto various vehicles with their harvest, and spit at the Chaos Space Marines on the wall, their fangs opened, and let out a wanton cry. Laughed loudly.

"Squeak..."

The lead warrior gritted his teeth and dented his battlemented gauntlets as he fought his rage against his Butcher's Nails—cable-wrapped steel nails shaped like braids inserted through the skull and into the brain to amplify surgery. Object of anger.

He has to.

Because those interstellar warriors who failed to bear the pain of the Butcher's Nail under the provocation of the orcs rushed out of the stronghold roaring and roaring, and soon turned into six corpses lying on the ground—the speed monsters circled around They circled and waited until they were exhausted before knocking down the blood god's warriors.

The entire "Fifteen Tusks" war gang has no fast vehicles that can catch up with the fast monsters. There are no motorcycles, gunboats, or fighter planes. Instead, there are a few Spartans and mastodons. These two armored personnel carriers cannot be chased. The fast freaks of the Shangxieri clan.

Leovin Uklis could feel the endless stimulation of the neural implant, and the electric current emanating from the nail was stirring his brain and cortex, at the same rate as his heartbeat.A bright red light flickered in the corner of the helmet's eyepiece, slightly attuned to the violent tick, tick, tick of Butcher's Nails...

That was his skull counting device.

Remind him that today's KPI has not been completed yet.

"what!"

He roared angrily, turned around and knocked the space soldier behind him to the ground with a punch, roaring loudly:

"That damned wizard, Lorgar's filthy and despicable heir, hasn't his ritual been completed yet?"

……

The center of the satellite city.

In a huge and wide auditorium.

An unnamed warrior wields a two-handed chainsword, thickly coated in blood and glistening in the light of lumen tubes from the ceiling.He was harvesting a group of loyal servants in yellow robes, dismembering them one by one, splattering the walls with the blood and viscera of the victims.

The auditorium became the chapel of the abyss, the air inside it was torn apart by the screams of the servants, but the space warriors standing in the middle of the auditorium treated them as nothing.

On his shoulder armor are reliefs of flames and books.

The space warrior held the rosary in both hands and prayed in a low voice:
"His eyes fixed on me, without a doubt, those eyes that restless, unwaveringly stare at the vastness of beings... I felt His malevolent gaze, burning like a supernova in the invisible heavens, the star anise The heat of the star washes over my head... Whenever I want to stop, He is stinging the skin on the top of my head, His unforgotten name echoes in my mind... Eight, eight, eight... ..."

The "sacrifices" are all dead, and the unknown warrior is arranging the 880 heads in a specific order and position. As the blood begins to diffuse, the distorted patterns on the floor seem to be wriggling, and their lines and edges are Indescribable by any clear geometry, the Space Marine's eyes twitched slightly, his brain ecstatically excited, and he experienced the feeling with mingled sorrow and joy, and his mortal servants screamed at this moment.

"Wrath and victory, washed in blood."

Ancient sayings inscribed on arches overhead.

That was in the early days, when the Word Bearers carried the banner of Horus and Lorgar was still drafting the great laws of faith in the Five Decrees, which called for contemplating the deeds of Chaos to be blended into rites of transformation a part of.

The Word Bearer's mind was very still. He felt these carvings and patterns on the floor ripple in his mind. a lesson.

"Please realize that your mind is just a wisp of mist in the face of the indiscriminate and chaotic wind."

In memory, the person who harbored words said so.

That was a really rewarding lesson.

"Oh!"

The door to the auditorium was pushed open roughly.

Leovin Ukris, the leader of the Chaos War Gang, could no longer contain his anger and desire to kill. His eyes were red, and he hissed:
"Word Bearers!"

"The World Eater."

The Space Marine turned around calmly and said calmly.

The World Eater warrior gritted his teeth and asked:

"Wizard, damn wizard, you said that you would let me get the weapons enough to kill these green-skinned bastards and Zombie Emperor's lackeys. I gave you everything you wanted. Now, where are the weapons?"

"First of all, I am a priest, not a wizard."

The Word Bearers raised a finger:
"The two are completely different."

Before the World Eater was about to erupt completely, the Word Bearer gently raised his second finger, and said lightly:
"Secondly, regarding the weapon you mentioned..."

"They've come."

The voice just fell.

A dazzling and deep red light suddenly bloomed on the floor, the curtain of the real world was torn apart, and a flickering and indistinct horror phantom image appeared on the other end.

Both the World Eaters and the Word Bearers saw:
The cracked earth extended from the brass fortress, and the pale bones of countless fallen warriors were piled up layer by layer. This is a barren land of ashes and paleness.Farther away, under a scarlet sky, bloody swamps roiled and fang-like fountains belched huge puffs of sulfurous smoke.Boiling rivers of blood sprawl and ebb and flow across the land...reflecting the carnage mortals are committing in the real world.

That is the domain of the blood god.

"Moo-"

A rough, bloodthirsty howl sounded.

Eight giant brass bulls, who didn't know whether they were living creatures or machines, leaped out of the flickering and disillusioned images. Their whole bodies were riveted with brass metal plate armor, and their tendons and ligaments were also made of brass. And the sigils of Spikes and Khorne, each rune crackling as if it were burning.

Khorne Steel Bull.

A summoning rite by a Word Bearer cleric leads straight to the Foundry of Khorne, a massive smoke-spitting spire in a smoldering volcano on the edge of the Blood God's domain.

"Now."

The Word Bearer whispered:

"Tame them..."

"boom!"

"Ow..."

"Crack Kacha!"

A Chaos Space Marine who was caught off guard was instantly flew over his head by a Khorne steel bull, then fell into its mouth, and was finally swallowed alive with its power armor.

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　Thank you, King Marquez, the king has already extinguished the fire here, ゼfeng → pain at this time, the great sage who rules Mars, Yu Shanzhengyin, Mei Danzuo who holds the shield, book friend 20170827095717284, inseparable songs, several books friend's tip.

It's a bit of a calvin, let's update this first today.

　
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