Emperor's Bane

Chapter 277 Ahriman: This is the power of the flesh

In the records of later generations of the empire, this alien extermination campaign initiated by the Ultramarines and the Dawnbreaker in the Eurydice galaxy has many serious and imperial conventional titles.

For example, the massacre of Eurydice, the annihilation of Osiris, the death of psionic species, and so on.

However, among those mortal auxiliaries who actually participated in this war and witnessed its true appearance, this war has a vulgar unique name.

Eurydice fucks big.

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When the fleet of the Dawnbreaker Legion finally rushed into the Eurydice galaxy where the fierce battle was in full swing under the guidance of its gene queen, what appeared in front of them was like a turbulent river in the flood season. A situation that cannot be sorted out quickly.

The army from Ultramar has crashed headlong into the center of the battlefield. Macragge's consul has no intention of stepping into this battle at all. Guilliman commanded the 12 army under his command like a sharp sword Generally pierced through the battlefield where the Greenskin Empire and the Osiris psychics fought each other, trapped the king of the psychics in a fortress world with a lightning-fast gesture, and firmly grasped the essence of this war. initiative.

Seeing this, Morgan was even a little undecided: Did her blood relatives accurately grasp the core elements of this battle, or simply fell into the impulse again: or both?

In any case, when Morgan's flagship [Goddess of Aurora] entered the battlefield amid countless guards, the battle situation displayed in front of the Spider Queen could still be called [Scorching].

Although Guilliman's army crushed the greenskin army with overwhelming force and trapped the psionic king of Osiris, this terrifying alien hid in time before the greenskin empire was captured. In the depths of the core world: it is a nightmare fortress floating in the void, made of unimaginable mechanical witchcraft and broken copper and iron. On the surface are permanent glaciers inlaid with pig iron veins, rugged mountains Surprisingly large rail guns and dense mine protection belts are scattered all over the ground, and the engine fairing several kilometers wide is firmly fixed in the rock bed, and every inch of its land is crowded with pathetic consumables controlled by the Osiris xenomorph. .

Just this void kingdom itself is an impenetrable fortress, not to mention that at this moment its orbit is crowded with countless alien warships, from the elegant and weird hourglass warships of the Osiris psionic species to the green The patchwork space junk ships of the leather orcs piled up in thousands around the fortress world, hindering the Ultramarines' next move.

Although the descendants of Guilliman trapped the king of the psionic species on this dirty land, they were unable to fully grasp the air supremacy, or launch a large-scale gang-hopping operation. In order to rescue their leader, they are also More and more Osiris warships continued to emerge from the other side of the galaxy, and drove the slave army far outnumbered themselves, keeping the pressure on the Ultramarines' outer fronts.

In a sense, Guilliman's tactic was indeed successful. He trapped the Osiris psionic king and forced this group of aliens who came and went without a trace to confront him head-on, but the embarrassment was that : When the Osiris Alien really exerted all its power and was desperate to fight the Ultramarines to the death, the power brought by Guilliman seemed to be unable to withstand an enemy of such a scale.

In this way, the core part of the Eurydice galaxy fell into a chaotic stalemate: the 12 Ultramarine army led by the Primarch trapped the essence of the Osiris Xenomorph, and the continuous reinforcements of the Osiris Xenomorph Starting from the periphery, Guilliman's army was half surrounded, forming an unsolvable ring that could not be untied in a short time, but could only continue to consume the strength of both sides.

And if it is said that the army of the Ultramarines is only engaged in a stalemate battle with the Osiris psionic species and their cannon fodder, then relying on the powerful battlefield coordinating force of the Lord of Ultramar and a full 12 Astartes The absolute strength of the warriors, the avengers from the five hundred worlds, will be able to wipe out the cannon fodder of the Osiris aliens little by little sooner or later, tearing apart the alien defenses at a huge cost, but this victory will be extremely long and painful.

But the problem is that there is still the biggest spoiler on the battlefield: the Euridice galaxy was once the core of a greenskin empire, and the number of orcs here is already extremely large, which can even hold back the pace of the entire Osiris alien. When the Ultramarines hordes came, the greenskins were caught off guard at first and were crushed by Guilliman, but soon they happily returned to battle, fighting every powerful opponent they could see. A war of indiscriminate friendliness and foes has begun.

What's more, in the eyes of the vast majority of green-skinned eyes, compared to the cannon fodder of the Osiris psychic species who are blind-eyed and disorganized, and can only rely on the absolute scale of hundreds of millions to fight , the Ultramarines brought by Guilliman are undoubtedly stronger, more domineering, braver, and more powerful opponents that make beasts gravitate towards them.

Even those greenskins theoretically controlled by Osiris aliens seem to be no different from their free cousins, happily charging the array of Ultramarines and psychic slaves at the same time. The greatest uncertainty on the battlefield: especially when they return from the fringes of the galaxy and begin to threaten the retreat of both sides of the war.

In this way, when Dawnbreaker's fleet arrived on the battlefield, although all the forces in this galaxy were fighting around that fortress world at the moment, there was no opponent who stopped them near Mandeville Point, but when the officers under Morgan When we witnessed the chaos on the main battlefield, everyone fell into a brief silence.

But the silence of the Dawnbreakers didn't last long, because soon they saw clearly the chaos in the galaxy, and the Primarch, who was going to be the shopkeeper, didn't dare to let it go, and came to the command ship in person. On the bridge, a specific combat strategy was determined.

The mortal auxiliaries who came from thousands of miles away from the stars of Avalon were thrown into the flanks of the battlefield in batches, responsible for sniping and annihilating the green-skinned orcs who caused trouble, and the real main force of the Dawnbreaker Legion was Gather together, from the weak point in the alien reinforcements, rush all the way to the fortress world where the king of Osiris psionic species is.

Yes, although I really don't want to admit it, but even the Spider Queen has to sigh: Facing such a chaotic situation, the best way seems to be to conduct a gang-jumping operation and behead the alien king.

Thinking of this, the Lord of the Second Legion even had an absurd realization.

Perhaps somewhere in the galaxy, this galaxy is particularly fond of the quaint tactic of jumping.

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Ahriman took a deep breath.

The Son of Magnus is armed: his staff, his psychic powers, his chanabar saber and...

His power fist.

He chanted the spell in his mouth almost numbly, letting the raging storm gather at his fingertips, rise up, and then sweep every corner of his field of vision again, tearing all the opponents in front of him to pieces.

He has lost count of how many times this has happened: Ever since he and Hector's company jumped ashore on this hourglass-shaped alien warship, they were greeted only by a steady stream of enslaved people, who came from the human race. , green skins, and any race Ahriman knew or didn't know, and he even saw an Eldar figure among them.

There may be millions of such cannon fodder slaves on this battleship, or even more. And the Dawnbreakers killed thousands of these consumables, and many more rushed from the shadows deep within the battleship.

And compared with this group of consumables that can't be killed at all, the [air] on the alien battleship, which is considered highly poisonous to Astartes, seems to have become irrelevant, even though these gases only need to be found The cracks in the Dawnbreaker's armor will sneak in, corroding muscles and blood vessels at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But all this is not enough to make Ahriman so irritated. What really made the Sons of Magnus panic is: when they abandoned their positions at the landing point and launched a life-and-death assault all the way to the depths of the battleship, they In those corridors that look like gastrointestinal organs, very bad scenes were found.

It was the dilapidated corpses of a group of Ultramarines. The number of people scattered along the way seemed to be almost the same as their landing force, and the further they walked in, the fallen son of Guilliman was obviously more noble and important, until they saw The remains of several think tanks, and their brains that had been dug out long ago.

At this time, they have also reached the deepest part of the battleship. The fleshy walls here are covered with strange life-support devices and hell containers used to store fresh heads, densely packed like a castle made of flesh and tendons. Like a honeycomb, Hector found the heads of those think tanks on several of the containers. With great grief and indignation, he ordered to use a flamethrower to completely burn everything here.

It was also this move that attracted their final target. The Osiris psychic species that ruled the alien warship appeared from the shadows. One of its hands still held half of its brain that had been eaten away. Yes, the head of the Ultramarines think tank, this alien elite hid in its slave army, launched a sudden attack from a fierce angle, the original tight array of the Dawnbreakers was torn apart, and endless cannon fodder flooded came in, plunged the whole hall into a bloody hand-to-hand combat.

And when all the Dawnbreakers had to fall into a hard fight, this alien, which was perhaps three or four meters tall, thin, and whose body floated in mid-air like gas, was dragging its fusion creature and machine. The twisted armor floated all the way across the center of the chaotic hall, and came to Ahriman who was kneeling on the ground with great interest, admiring the painful expression of the son of Magnus.

Ahriman withstood the main force of the Osiris-shaped alien attack. The psionic energy in his body was even temporarily sealed, as if it had been extracted alive. Floating in front of Ahriman, using their unique psychic energy to communicate, they taunted unscrupulously in the brains of the Thousand Sons.

"You interrupted my meal."

The alien's voice echoed in the Son of Magnus's mind, and Ahriman couldn't help but feel a little stunned: According to information, the Osiris psionic species cannot speak, and the telepathy they use for communication has never Understand its meaning by any human psyker.

Alien saw Ahriman's confusion, which made her even more proud. She continued to eat the think tank's brain with relish, and casually glanced at the Dawnbreakers who were struggling.

"I am different from my kind: of all races, the brains of your human psykers are my favorite food, even though I have tasted tens of thousands of them, and over time, I have learned your words .”

"I'm even puzzled why my kind can't experience your delicacy, especially your newly born cubs with psionic talents. When they haven't completely died, their brains are in the Milky Way. Excellent food."

The alien's tone was self-evidently vicious and provocative, but even so, when it saw Ahriman still curled up on the ground, trembling from the pain all over his body, it couldn't help but relax its vigilance and looked into the distance. The Dawnbreakers who are fighting to the death.

"You shouldn't have come here. I originally planned to get out of this war. Although our king has a terrifying majesty, I would rather run away than the... monster who led you here. .”

The alien glanced at the distance, which was the other direction of the warhammer. On its tentacles like octopus mouthparts, more than a dozen pairs of compound eyes also shone with horror and fear.

"The king is not the opponent of that monster. Maybe today is the end of our civilization."

"But it must not be mine..."

It muttered to itself, then sucked out the brain in its hand, and its winding claws also extended towards Ahriman who was kneeling on the ground.

"Although you can't eat fresh ones, but yours..."

"Crack!"

What interrupted the alien's words was the power gauntlet Ahriman had been wearing on his left hand.

Then, the son of Magnus threw away his staff without hesitation, and quickly took out the sharp sword at his waist. The trembling body had now recovered its absolute power and strength, and the armor The layers of muscles under the protection easily pulled the alien's tall body in front of Ahriman.

"What is this pain?"

Qianzi sneered disdainfully.

The sharp blade swung out, and the sharp neighing of the Osiris alien came at any time. Its solid armor was torn apart in front of the sharp sword and power gauntlet of the son of Magnus. There was a large amount of blood of the alien.

Osiris Alien gritted his teeth, forcibly broke free from the grasped arm, and called out to the guards around him with a painful roar, followed by a large group of dull-eyed puppets, and walked out of the shadows. Yes, Ogryn barbarians, even sturdier than Astartes warriors.

And just when the alien called out its most terrifying puppet, dozens of cannon fodder standing in front of them had already fallen under Ahriman's sword like ripe ears of rice. The speed of the son of Magnus's sword swing It was so fast that no one could see clearly, he cut through a bloody path among hundreds of alien cannon fodder, and the green skin corpses whose heads were crushed by him casually spread all over his feet, staining his iron boots green .

Until now, Ahriman hadn't recovered even an iota of psychic power: but that seemed innocuous.

The fall of nearly a hundred strong puppets was only a matter of seconds. Amid the desperate screams of the Osiris alien, Ogryn, who had been twisted and corrupted to the point of deformity, roared and launched a charge, but Ahriman didn't even move forward. Seeing this opponent, he glanced at the fleeing Osiris alien, and calculated the maximum time to solve the enemy in front of him.

The monster launched a wild beast-like attack, but was easily dodged by the son of Magnus. Ahriman's scrambling footsteps were even comparable to some white scars. He cut Ogryn's chest with only one sword , and then grabbed the thick arm that was swung, and after a roar so brutal that he couldn't believe it, Ahriman took the arm off alive, and then swung it, matching his power fist , In a few breaths, the tall monster in front of him was beaten into a pool of vaguely visible flesh.

Until now, the alien hadn't escaped his sight: it couldn't escape.

The son of Magnus caught up to the fleeing alien like a ghost. He grabbed its broken arm that was hanging limply, and the power fist grabbed it easily, and then punched Bi Ahliman. He was interrupted by the spine of the tall Osiris alien, and he even paused for a second to add a second to the extreme pain the alien could feel before blowing its head out with a second punch.

"If you rely on psionic power alone, you can't do everything."

Ahriman muttered to himself.

"With this awareness: go to die."

The seething blood of the psi-seed was spilled in Ahriman's constant punching: he blew the bastard's head off, shattered his spine, crushed anything like a heart, and guaranteed that the thing would never resurrection.

And it wasn't until he finished all this that he realized that his psionic energy seemed to have returned to him: but well, it didn't seem to be any different.

Swords and fists are actually quite useful sometimes.

When Ahriman glanced at the dilapidated corpse of the psychic species for the last time, this strange idea appeared in his mind, but it was strange that he would wantonly laugh at this remark even a few years ago.

but now……

This sentence is actually not unreasonable, is it?
(End of this chapter)