From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 582: Fierce Battle of Flesh and Blood, Fluctuation of the Primarch

Soon after, inside the giant hangar of the Emperor-class battleship Night Blade, the dark blue emergency lighting dyed the entire space a deep sea-like hue.

Boom, boom.

As the heavy footsteps echoed, Koz's five-meter-tall figure slowly walked out from the shadows.

The surface of his exclusive Midnight Ghost armor was covered with a light-absorbing coating, and each piece of the adamantine armor was engraved with Chinese characters, which were faintly visible in the dim light.

More than four hundred black-armored guards seemed to have condensed out of the darkness. On the dark and blue Terminator power armor, only the scarlet eyepieces were flashing.

In the center of the parking area, the Primarch's exclusive Thunderhawk gunboat, which was three times larger than the ordinary model, was emitting a low engine hum.

Its armored surface is covered with special sound-absorbing materials, and its engine nozzle has been specially modified so that it ejects not conventional plasma flames but nearly invisible cold ion streams.

Koz's slender fingers slid across the edge of the hatch, on which was engraved a line of small words -

"Shadows within shadows".

This is the motto given to him by his father.

As the last Black Armored Guard boarded the plane, the magnetic levitation catapult began to charge and the warning light on the top of the hangar turned blood red.

Swish—shua—!

In an instant, more than twenty Thunder Hawk gunboats were ejected from the cabin at the same time.

Koz's exclusive gunboat was like an arrow shot from a bow. The moment it passed through the plasma valve, the optical camouflage on the fuselage was immediately activated, and the entire aircraft almost merged into the dark universe.

The moment you rush out of the mothership, you can see the breathtaking panoramic view of the battlefield through the observation window.

On the left, three Word Bearers cruisers were forming a triangle formation, firing hard light beams containing pure psychic energy, vaporizing countless Chaos fighters into golden particles.

On the right, the Grey Knights' fighters shuttled through the enemy ranks like a school of silver fish, and every attack blasted a holy ring of fire among the enemy.

Directly ahead, the thirty-kilometer-long Chaos flagship was releasing some kind of blood-red energy wave, reorganizing the nearby warship wreckage into deformed combat units.

At this time, two Paris-class frigates suddenly rushed out from the flanks. They flexibly shuttled through the artillery fire and cleared a temporary safe passage for the Primarch formation.

There is also an escort network consisting of hundreds of carrier-based aircraft, like a flowing metal storm, tearing into pieces any Chaos fighter that tries to approach.

When the formation approached within 5,000 kilometers of the target flagship, something strange happened.

Dozens of gun muzzles suddenly appeared on the surface of the giant ship, and what was ejected was not conventional ammunition, but living flesh and blood tentacles.

These terrifying creatures, with a diameter of nearly 100 meters, danced wildly in the vacuum, entangled and crushed dozens of drones that were unable to dodge.

"accelerate."

Curze's voice spread throughout the entire formation through the communication channel, "Drive directly into its wound."

The "wound" he mentioned was a huge crack on the side of the flagship that was still oozing a strange liquid. It was the wound left by the main gun of the previous Emperor-class battleship.

All the Thunder Hawk gunboats immediately adjusted their postures, pushing their engine power to the critical value, and rushed into the bloody crack without hesitation like a group of night bats pouncing on their prey.

In the last second before he was completely immersed in darkness, a stream of data flashed across Curze's eyepiece. It was the last message sent by Lorgar:

"The Emperor is with you, brother."

Afterwards, communications were completely cut off under the influence of chaotic psionic energy.

The Thunderhawk gunboat trembled violently and rushed into the bloody and crazy "innards" of the Chaos flagship, while the Paris-class, carrier-based aircraft and drones that completed the escort mission immediately withdrew from the dangerous distance.

This side of the formation;

More than twenty Thunder Hawk gunboats were covered in sticky plasma the moment they rushed into the rift, and the entire body made a teeth-grinding metallic twisting sound.

What was outside the observation window was no longer the cold space, but a wriggling corridor of flesh and blood. The walls were made of beating muscle fibers, the ground was covered with still-twitching nerve bundles, and pulsating blood vessels hung from the ceiling.

Most disgusting of all were the faces embedded in the walls of flesh, sometimes screaming, sometimes laughing, repeating vows to kill in hundreds of languages.

"Prepare for impact."

Curz's voice was eerily calm.

As soon as he finished speaking, the gunboat crashed heavily onto a "helipad" paved with bones.

The moment the hatch opened, a strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of sulfur hit us in the face.

More than four hundred black-armored guards immediately formed a defensive formation, aiming their grenade launchers at every suspicious movement in the darkness.

The cavity they were in looked like some kind of blasphemous church.

The dome is supported by twelve giant pillars made of intertwined vertebrae, with bloody battle records engraved on each bone. The ground is paved with countless inlaid skulls, some of which are still opening and closing their jaws mechanically. Hanging on the walls are not flags, but skinned human bodies in various fighting postures.

Ding.Ding.

Ah.Ah!!

In the distance there came a pounding sound like that of a blacksmith's shop, punctuated by cries of pain.

Koz's boot crushed a skull that was blocking his way. A scorpion with human hands suddenly jumped out from the broken bones. He crushed it instantly with his power claws. The black armor guard's helmet screen also kept refreshing the environmental data.

Temperature: 48°C,

Air composition: 15% oxygen, mixed with a large amount of sulfide,

Psychic reading: Exceeds the upper limit of the scale."

"Keep the formation." Coze said in a deep voice: "Every brick here is lying."

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!!"

“Die! Hahaha! Die!!”

Just as they walked a hundred meters, the bone wall in front of them suddenly cracked, and thousands of Khorne berserkers roared out.

These mutated monsters were covered in brass armor, their exposed muscles were engraved with blasphemous runes, and the chain axes in their hands emitted a bloodthirsty buzzing sound.

The most terrifying thing is their eyes, which have been completely taken over by madness, without a trace of rationality.

The battle breaks out in an instant!

Clang—clang! !

The first volley of bolts fired by the Black Guards tore the front row of enemies into pieces, and before Khorne's berserkers could fight back, more than half of them were lost.

Koze shuttled through the enemy camp like a ghost, and each claw could accurately tear open a throat.

When the last berserker fell, something strange happened. All the corpses began to melt and merged into the network of flesh and blood tubes on the ground.

"They are recycling their combat experience." Koz watched the scene coldly, "The next enemy they encounter will be more difficult to deal with."

After passing through seven layers of similar chambers, they finally arrived at a relatively core area.

The sight here would shock even the most ruthless Night Lords.

In the center was a blood pool at least 800 meters in diameter, in which hundreds of Astartes corpses were soaked.

Some of them could still be recognized by the Black Armored Guards as the blue remnants of the Ultramarines, while others were the iron bodies of the Iron Warriors.

A circle of "warriors" wearing broken power armor were kneeling by the pool, mechanically throwing the spoils into the pool.

When the "warriors" kneeling beside the blood pool slowly stood up, the mechanical sounds of the parallel bolter rifles of more than 400 black armored guards completing the inspection at the same time echoed in the chamber.

Some Black Armored Guards couldn't help but show some surprise after seeing the full appearance of those "warriors", because although the paint on those broken power armors was covered with blood stains, it was still recognizable as the unique style of their main universe War Hound Legion.

Even more disturbing was the fact that the decorations on the sides of the other side's helmets, where the legion emblem should have been, were now inlaid with brass fangs.

The Black Armor Guards were extremely confused, but Curze recognized at a glance that it was the "War Dog" Legion from another universe.

In other words, it is the World Eaters Legion that has fallen into Chaos and believes in Khorne.

At this time, these fallen Astartes were eerily silent, and they formed a wedge formation, with dark red mist seeping out from the gaps in their damaged ceramsite armor.

The World Eater in the front row suddenly pulled off his helmet, revealing a face covered in scars. On that face were dozens of tiny brass gears that kept turning with the twitching of his muscles.

"For the Blood God!"

Along with the first battle cry, the floor of the entire chamber suddenly cracked open, and dozens of fearless mechas transformed by flesh and blood broke out of the "soil" or should I say "broken out of the flesh".

Their original weapons were all replaced with huge chainsaws and flamethrowers. Behind the observation window of the cockpit, one could see the pilot, who was forever fixed in agony.

The first wave of World Eaters that rushed up was like a red tide, their chainsaw axes emitting a bloodthirsty hum, and the Black Armored Guards were like black lightning, still incredibly agile even under the restraints of Terminator armor.

At the moment the two torrents collided, the flash of the explosive shells and the arc of the power weapons illuminated the entire pool of blood.

Clang clang clang————!!

Buzz~hiss.sizzle————!!

Although the World Eaters outnumbered the Black Guards by a large margin, the Black Guards, who served as the Primarch's "bodyguards", displayed a crushing advantage the moment the two sides engaged in battle.

The Primarch of the Night Lords shuttled through the enemy camp like a ghost.

The first World Eater's throat was crushed by Curze's power claws while its chainsaw axe was still in mid-air;

The second one just raised his shield, but was kicked down by Koz, and his body fell into the pool of blood, instantly dissolving into white bones.

The third was a World Eater's Terminator. Before its power hammer fell, its entire arm was precisely removed along the joints.

The most frightening thing about Curze is his fighting style.

Each strike seemed carefully calculated, and as graceful as the dance of death itself. Dozens of World Eaters' Terminators attacked him at the same time, but were all turned into mutilated corpses in the blink of an eye.

Although the Black Armor Guards were outnumbered, the Midnight Lords displayed amazing tactical proficiency.

Every five people form a "Death Claw" group, covering each other and tearing a gap in the enemy's formation. The heavy weapons team specifically aims at the joints of the Dreadnought mecha, and three meltas hit one point at the same time.

When a Black Armor Guard is under siege, there will always be a precise bomb that will break the siege from an incredible angle.

But Khorne's warriors should not be underestimated either.

A Flesh and Blood Dreadnought suddenly exploded, and the splashing acidic blood and chaotic psionic energy immediately corroded the shields and visors of the three Black Armored Guards, causing them to die tragically on the spot.

A certain World Eater champion of gigantic size used a two-meter-long chainsaw axe to chop open the breastplate of a Black Armor Guard.

The most tragic thing was that a black-armored guard broke away from the formation and was pinned down by enemies that outnumbered him by ten times. At the last moment, he directly overloaded the Terminator's power backpack, causing a small-scale "nuclear explosion" in the cavity.

When the battle lasted for eight minutes, the ground made of flesh, blood and bones began to shake violently.

Then, three Land Raiders transformed into spider forms crawled out of the blood pool. Their turrets were all replaced with blood-spouting nozzles, and each "shell" was concentrated chaos psionic energy.

"Concentrated fire."

As soon as a captain of the Black Armor Guards gave the order, the twelve Black Armor Guards immediately formed a suicide squad.

They used the short-range jet devices of their power backpacks to leap between vehicles, accurately stuffing plasma bombs into every observation window.

Boom. Boom——! !

When the third Spider vehicle exploded, the shock wave caused the blood pool to raise waves more than ten meters high.

In the end, this short and fierce battle lasted only more than ten minutes before it ended.

When the last World Eater was pierced through the spine by the power sword, the entire chamber suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

But before the Black Armored Guards could continue their inspection, suddenly, all the fallen World Eaters' bodies began to twitch violently.

Their flesh and blood melted like wax figures under high temperature, and the brass armor fell onto the skeletal floor with a clang, while the squirming flesh and blood seemed to be pulled by invisible hands and merged into the churning pool of blood in the center.

At this time, the water in the pool was boiling violently, emitting bloody steam with a smell of sulfur. The floating corpse remains on the water were stirred by some force, gradually forming a horrifying pattern.

"Everyone is on alert."

Koz's voice was colder than the storm on the frozen planet, as if he sensed the powerful psychic fluctuations that were about to hit him.

A huge bulge suddenly appeared in the center of the blood pool, and the boiling blood condensed into a hideous face that was thirty meters tall.

This face made of pure violence slowly opened its pupil-less eyes, and every "gaze" distorted the air.

"Funny little toy."

Bloody Face's voice sounded like the echo of thousands of battles, shaking the skull and the ground, "But the real feast."

Step, step!

However, Koz's movements were so fast that they were beyond the physical limits.

He leaped up, and his power claws drew five dark purple tracks, accurately tearing the bloody face that was taking shape.

"Stop your clumsy show." The Primarch's voice was filled with rare irritation. "We are not interested in participating in your barbaric and childish games."

"Roar----!!"

The torn bloody face let out a roar that could shatter any mortal's bones, but the blood it was made of had already begun to splatter out of control.

The blood drops that splashed onto the wall actually made a slight sobbing sound, and finally slid unwillingly back into the pool along the bone wall.

The black-armored guards lined up again in silence. Although half of the warriors' armor was covered with cracks, the eyes beneath their helmets were still as sharp as before.

Koz swung his right hand, and the power claw drew several elegant arcs in the air, shaking off the non-existent blasphemous bloodstains.

Then, his gaze passed over the gradually calming pool of blood and locked onto the twenty-meter-high skull gate.

The aura seeping out from the crack of the door was no longer the ordinary chaotic aura, but some kind of more ancient and more dangerous fluctuations, as well as some familiar psychic fluctuations.

It is the fluctuation of the war dog primordium