Emperor's Bane

Chapter 180 The Reason for Erasing

An Astartes warrior, Abaddon had fought for seventy years for his Gene-Father, for the Master of Men, and for the Imperium.

Maybe it will be 80 years soon.

Even among all Astartes warriors, this is a long and distinguished service.

But even Abaddon, the first company commander of the Luna Wolf Legion, the most trusted reckless son of Horus, the backbone of the Council of Four Kings, and a brutal killer who has experienced countless bloody and strange wars, dares to surrender to the people he admires or believes in. Anyone can swear: Everything in front of him is definitely a scene that he has never seen before.

Nausea, anger, even fear that the Astartes warriors would not theoretically experience: these emotions, howling constantly in the chest of the Luna Wolf, were real.

Abaddon clenched his teeth tightly. On his forehead and neck, the veins were like thick tree trunks. The proudest son of Horus was holding the sword in one hand and waving iron claws in the other. Both weapons were already dripping with blood, the black and scarlet blended together, exuding the same stench, making it hard to tell whether it was the blood of the monster or the blood of the Shadow Moon Wolf himself.

Abaddon is not in the mood to pay attention to these things at this time. He is concentrating all his attention at all costs, sensing the clues in the darkness. He knows that in the darkness that even the thermal imaging sensor cannot thoroughly detect, there are A monster strong enough to kill an Astartes.

The search for the Primarch has long since turned into self-help for themselves: even the sons of Morgan have no doubts about this, after discovering that the wriggling pieces of meat blocked all the roads , even Hector agreed to withdraw from this place temporarily to find new reinforcements.

But they can't get out.

The way they had come had been swallowed up by squirming lumps of flesh. In the ever-changing labyrinth of flesh and blood, one steel passage after another was soaked in scarlet and pale, constantly washing their memory and cognition.

Everyone was trying their best to remember the way they came, and pointed out the passage neatly: but there was nothing there except the ever-expanding wall of flesh and blood.

There was no other way but to embark on those new paths that emerged.

Then, they were attacked.

Although Abaddon's cries and warnings of battle had come early, the first battle was not fought until much later.

In those intricate and ever-changing passages, they encountered those monsters: those fusions of steel, flesh and strength, those strange creations with strange shapes but revealing some kind of technology and rational thinking.

They lurk in the shadows and emerge in groups, eyeing every Astartes warrior greedily: the battle broke out the moment the two sides found each other, and the Astartes bombs did not They shot at these extremely distorted monsters mercilessly, and then, they were met with the same counterattack.

These absolutely not human monsters not only have insect-like hind legs, steel-like armor, and fangs and teeth that are strong enough to damage power armor: some of them are grabbing bolters, or wielding The chainsaw sword and chainsaw ax skillfully poured flames at the Astartes warriors, performing martial arts.

Their roars are irrational, the purest beast roars, but accompanied by these roars are dense fire nets and fierce swordsmanship: it's like some kind of innate instinct or muscle memory.

Abaddon resisted these offensives, and couldn't help but have a terrible idea in his heart: he tried his best to deny this idea, because just its appearance made the hairs of the most reckless Shadow Moon Wolf stand on end.

The battle took place in the dark, and for the Luna Wolf and the Sons of Morgan, it was an extremely difficult fight: they were forced to rush left and right in a completely unfamiliar dark world, while trying to find the flesh and blood The possible law of march among them, while resisting more and more terrifying opponents.

Every time they killed a monster, there were more, completely different monsters, roaring from the shadows.

The damage came quickly.

Abaddon clearly remembered that at the very beginning, six of Morgan's heirs and 43 Luna Wolves walked into this huge underground world, 15 of whom were the most elite Gastarin Terminator.

And when the Primarch Morgan suddenly disappeared, they left behind ten responders in the unbelievably large underground hall, responsible for guiding the reinforcements of the Shadow Moon Wolf who arrived later: At that moment, Abaddon had already sent an urgent message to his Gene-Father, and he believed that the Wolf God would come with the team in the shortest Tara Standard Time.

Thus, the remaining 33 Astartes warriors, including Abaddon himself, and all fifteen Gastalin Terminator, all entered this passage of flesh and blood: that was less than half a standard hour ago on Terra things.

And now, they still have... 20 people.

The remaining thirteen, including several of the most elite Gastarin terminators, have fallen to the claws of terrifying unknown creatures in the shadows: those seemingly savage creatures are not pure beasts, they will use all kinds of weapons. All kinds of weapons, including plasma and individual heavy weapons, it was these things, as well as the narrow passage space, that killed the most powerful Luna Wolves.

With such casualties, the group finally came to another space: this is a large hall, which seems to be a small assembly square at first. Although it is not as wide as the previous great hall, it is still enough for the terminators to pull. Go to war and show your strength.

Twenty fighters did not need any communication at this time. They rushed into the wide slaughterhouse and gathered together in the center of the most empty square: the terminators lined up in front, echoing from head to tail, and the remaining fighters on one side Hiding behind these reliable brothers, while guarding against those opponents who sneaked in silently, the only two psykers among the sons of Morgan were also constantly releasing their own psychic energy to bring light.

In the intermittent light, the screams of beasts followed, and these greedy predators followed the footsteps of the Astartes: they crawled on the ground, fixed on the wall, and even leaned on the twisted claws , approaching a little bit from the ceiling, dripping saliva.

It wasn't until this moment that Abaddon really saw the appearance of these monsters clearly.

Although they are different, these guys look similar: their bodies are even taller than the Astartes, with human-like upper bodies and huge heads, and their lower limbs remind Abaddon of himself in the book. The dinosaur I saw even had a spiked tail.

Different from the disgusting flesh and blood around them, these monsters look extraordinarily cold and [clean]. They are covered in a layer of black carapace, which looks like a sci-fi beauty. In addition, they The one-meter-long claws, or the blades and weapons melted into the fingers, made them look more like some kind of broken soldiers.

When the Shadow Moon Wolf focused on the limbs and skeletons of these monsters, he actually had an absurd feeling: he felt a certain familiarity with these monsters.

He hadn't seen them, but he saw many shadows of the past in them.

The chest and head seemed to be too similar to human beings, but the arms were similar to the Ran Dan alien he had just fought, and the hind limbs, tail, and every detail of each body.

It seems that they are all part of those powerful aliens who once fought against human beings...

The feeling of uneasiness lingered in Abaddon's heart, getting heavier and heavier.

But he didn't have time to think, for these incommunicable predators were scrambling to pounce on their battle lines.

Without any hesitation or communication, the son of Horus and the son of Morgan formed an unshakable line of defense based on the tacit understanding achieved in the bloody battle just now.

Then, fire and fight.

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The fight lasted 15 minutes.

There were casualties on both sides, but the monsters who didn't know how to cooperate in combat were obviously the one with the greater casualties.

Abaddon's ruthless eyes wandered over the monsters that had fallen at his feet. He looked at those shattered faces, and he felt more and more familiar.

Just when he was feeling puzzled, a heavy breath slowly spread into the hall from the deepest part of the passage.

Abaddon looked up: the thermal imaging sensor was telling him that a huge creature was approaching.

Almost in the next moment, this huge monster appeared in front of Abaddon, he even had to raise his head to barely see the face of this monster.

then.

A kind of horror, a kind of fear, a kind of almost instinctive twisting and howling appeared on Abaddon's face.

"Sea... sea..."

"Heinz!"

Abaddon growled.

There was fear in his roar.

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Here comes Horus!
By the Emperor!

Fucking... anything on it!
That's Heinz!
That's fucking Heinz!
Heinz of the No.11 Legion!They fought side by side!

Emperor!
What the fuck is that!
It was the monster, the monster Abaddon had fought and killed: the gigantic figure seemed no different from the ones lying on the ground, except...

On the profane and twisted body, on the arms of Randan, the alien legs, the tail of the beast, and the neck of a monster of all kinds of dark creatures in the galaxy...

It was the head of an Astartes.

Abaddon opened his mouth.

Even after 1 years, it is absolutely impossible for him to forget all this.

Emperor...

Horus...

These monsters, these...things...

They...or parts of them...are Astartes!

When cold sweat dripped on the twisted flesh at Abaddon's feet, [Heinz] had already launched its attack, which was an almost unstoppable killing: it was stronger than the most powerful Gastarin Stronger and scarier.

It kicked Abaddon into the air, and it knocked Hector to the ground: this monster, perhaps seven or eight meters high, grabbed a Gastalin Terminator when its claws swung at will, Holding it high, it easily tore apart the Terminator armor, stripping away the flesh and blood of the Shadow Moon Wolf.

It's like taking apart a paper doll.

Abaddon watched all this.

Everything he could never forget.

Everything he could never bring up.

He will always stand by... erasing everything.

then.

He heard a sigh.

That was the sigh of the Lord of the Second Legion.

(End of this chapter)