Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 522 4.40 Loyalty and Sacrifice

On the steel wasteland, Khan stood on the ground, turning his head. A short figure was reflected in the sharp eyes of the original body. Malcador held his head high, gently closed his eyes, and opened his arms.

In front of the young man, just a finger away from the tip of his nose was complete disorder. The earth sank like a knife, violent and disorderly sparks twisted and exploded in the air, the world here was upside down, and time was out of order.

Within a finger's reach, everything was screaming and crying, except for the figure pierced by a spear, which was like an isolated island floating in the air, maintaining the final rules.

There was nothing to say. Malcador calmly opened his eyes. The boy blinked and took the first step——

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On Cadia, two cruisers collided. The explosion was as bright as the falling stars. The aftermath spread across the battlefield. The screams of the giant ships were silent, and the people on them were engaged in the last battle before death. Countless battleships fell from them. The dying torso was ignored, the barrel was hot, and turned toward the enemy.

In this void battlefield, the sunken battleships are as complex as stars and as barren as weeds.

Every explosion would cost tens of thousands of crew members, but the wailing of hypothermia and suffocation could never be heard in the cold space.

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In every uninfected corridor of the Vengeful Spirit, small encounters broke out, war cries of loyalty and anger, prayers of piety and despair, the overheating alarm of the plasma gun buzzed, and grenades exploded before The ticking was deafening.

Stepping into the gap opened by a Death Guard ship at the stern, you see the mortal crew members who were rushed out of the Queen of Glory by the air pressure. Their mutilated and rigid bodies were thrown by the air current into the more distant darkness. Their eyes had not yet had time to close. His eyes have long been frozen, staring at you blankly or in horror.

You watch them, floating into the void,

Compared with them, the explosion behind them before the death of the giant ship was as small as the sound after a trigger was pulled, so far away and so small.

Still silent.

Blood sticks to your feet. You lift your feet and go deeper into the darker and more prosperous place. The armor fragments torn by the blade of the power sword, the chain sword, and the explosive bomb are soaked in a few fingers of blood. The Space Marine Before he died, he did not let go of the sword hilt, and was shot out of his abdominal intestines and stomach by a heavy explosive bomb.

Intestinal juices mixed with green bile dripped from his smooth, waxed armor and mixed into the pool of blood on the ground.

His armor was well maintained, and even the thick bile left only a tear stain on the armor.

You look at him, his body is stacked with the bodies of his enemies, looking like comrades sleeping in the trenches.

The battle here has long ended. The Sons of Horus have abandoned this place. You can hear the silent rapid march of the Death Guard, and occasionally a few orders are issued.

You continue to walk in silence. In the corner, you hear the quiet, scared prayers of the mortals. So you walk over, and in an even darker place, you see the prayers of the dying Hades.

Space Marines often die neatly in battle, but mortals are not so lucky. They are like mud splashed by cannonballs, and no one cares whether they live or die.

After the initial landing battle, the war moved deeper. Those who were alive and could fight continued to move forward, while those who were dead and unable to move turned into flesh and blood under the feet of the army.

You don't know whether they spontaneously found a corner that would not hinder the legion's attack, or whether they were dragged over by their comrades in the auxiliary army. They staggered and leaned on each other, waiting for their final moment of death.

You heard their whispers, Pluto, you blinked, their faces pale from blood loss became more numb and less painful. The people who fought to the death for the Death Guard were looking forward to a clean and painless death. Looking forward to a death that will no longer be noisy, you walked over and closed your eyes for them.

Leave those bodies behind and you move on.

The closer you get to the heart of the battlefield, the noisier it gets.

You first heard those deafening war cries. The distance between the words has blurred, leaving only the beast-like roar, which even overwhelmed the roar of heavy bombs, the breath of melta guns, and the smell of meat being roasted by power swords. Being so crowded in the narrow corridor makes you want to vomit.

But you have long been accustomed to this, so you continue to walk, and you see beasts tearing together with beasts, saliva spitting out of roaring mouths, and the shadows of swords and swords turning into one another.

First came the bullet, the small piece of metal ejected from the muzzle without any emotion. If it did not tear open the enemy's chest and penetrate the heart, then the sword would scream. If it did not cut off the enemy's head and cut off the artery, Then the men would grapple with each other, blow after blow, shattering skulls, driving noses into their tough faces, eyes bulging out ugly, staring at the owner of the fists.

The winner stood up with satisfaction, exhaled turbid air from his mouth, shook off the bones and fresh meat from his hands, picked up the sword that had been shot down by the enemy, and ran towards the next battlefield.

You walk on the battlefield and see mortals raising their guns at the giant space marines. You see the last warrior torn to pieces in the enemy circle. Death pours down like a heavy rain. You hear the sick laughter in the distance. Voice.

You stepped over countless deaths and continued walking deeper. When you opened a door, you saw Jialuo.

You stood there, stopped.

"Cowardly!"

Garro reprimanded. One of his shoulder armors was completely shattered, and a spiderweb-like crack was opened in his abdomen. Blood was faintly exposed from there. His helmet had been knocked off, and a piece of his face had been torn off, revealing squirming muscles.

You barely recognize Garro, but his sword is still sharp.

"You and I just made the same choice!"

Abaddon roared angrily. He looked much more embarrassed than Gallo, but he was still full of energy. His sword connected with Gallo's sword, and fire flew everywhere. The two seemed to choose to shoot at the same time, but Gallo was faster. With one step, Abaddon gained some new wounds on his face.

The pain made Abaddon hiss, and the cold air entered his mouth from the scratched cheek. He stared at Gallo, filled with anger.

"As the son of Horus, I am loyal to Luperkar! This is my duty! It is an honor that I am willing to sacrifice even if I sacrifice myself!"

"Coward," Gallo raised his sword and stared at Abaddon. Abaddon's ability to resist injuries was quite good... Even among the notoriously tough Death Guard, Gallo could not find a few warriors who could compare with Abaddon.

Abaddon's skills can't be said to be very good, but his combat durability is extremely high. At the same time, during the battle, he will quickly see the opponent's flaws and attack accordingly.

Garro raised his head and stared at Abaddon with contempt, "Abadon, listen up."

The veteran gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice, but his words were clear.

"I am loyal to the Emperor. If Mortarion rebels, I will kill him immediately and then commit suicide to apologize."

"You!" Abaddon's pupils trembled. He looked at Gallo in disbelief. He was sure that his heart had just trembled.

He recalled the split in the Four Kings Council. Even Sejanus, who was most opposed to his father, and Loken after that, had never been as ruthless as Garro!

Abaddon subconsciously looked at the other Death Guards. Gallo's words were too rebellious, but what frightened Abadon even more was that these Death Guards, who were immersed in fighting the black armor, seemed to completely agree with what Gallo said. That's it!

Jia Luo raised his sword and struck again, and he shouted, "For the Emperor!"

Abadon's pupils dilated. Deep in his heart, Abadon shrank for a moment.

For Jialuo, this moment is enough!

With a fake move, his sword passed through Abadon's defense area, and he lifted it up. After the crisp sound of the sword, he held the sword with both hands, and the numb Jialuo saw Abaddon's sword spinning to the ground. His sword did not stop and continued. Stab towards Abaddon.

Abadon reacted, he pulled out his hand to block, and held the sword blade. Abaddon's strength was extremely strong, but relying on inertia, Garro continued to stab, and at the same time stretched out his foot to kick Abadon.

Abadon fell backwards and fell to the ground, while Garro also fell down, using his own weight to stab the sword in his hand.

squeak--!

In Abadon's tightly clenched hands, Garro's sword groaned. The sharp tip of the sword was pressed against the tip of Abaddon's nose. Abaddon could clearly see the blood dripping from the tip of his nose.

He looked up and saw a murderous face.

Jialuo's eyes were unblinking, his gray eyes full of ruthlessness and coldness, and a shadow shrouded his face.

Abadon wanted to kick Gallo away, but his legs were also held apart by the experienced Gallo, making him unable to exert any force.

Abaddon heard the roars of his comrades, but his companions' rescue was blocked by the Death Guard with even more crazy sacrifices.

They were in a stalemate for half a second, and Abaddon's arms began to tremble, and he also saw Garro's veins popping out and his face wide with anger.

The panting mouth opened and he breathed like an evil ghost mocking him.

Abaddon felt that the muscles in his arms were exploding, and he could even feel the blood seeping out of his skin. He held on so hard... but the other side of death was slowly and unstoppably sliding toward him.

During the struggle, Abaddon felt that his hearing organs were exploding. Amidst the dizzy buzz, only Garro's firm gray eyes were judging him.

The sharp sword tip gradually penetrated the flesh.

For a moment, Abaddon thought he was envious of Garro.

He envied Garro who could easily name the Primarch of Punishment.

He just... couldn't. Abaddon thought about the quarrel at the meeting of the four kings. If Sejanus had been tougher, would things have been different?

But that was Horus Luperkar, that was their father. An existence that he had loyal to, followed in this life, and sacrificed everything for.

He couldn't do it, Abaddon couldn't do it.

He can do anything except betray his father. This blood oath is deeply engraved in his bone marrow and engraved in the depths of his soul.

He, Ezekiel Abaddon, would never betray Horus Luperkar.

The blood vessels in Abaddon's arm burst out, and he felt a heart-piercing pain in his arm. Let go, let go of him, and end your life, Abaddon.

Abaddon thought with trembling thoughts. He was struggling among the chaos, struggling to choose Horus, but he was tired. The moment he saw Garro, Abaddon knew that he was too tired.

His hands slowly relaxed——

boom! ! !

The door guarded by the Sons of Horus was slammed open from the other side, which distracted Garro for a moment. Abaddon finally gave in to his huge desire to survive. He took advantage of Garro to look at the intruder in shock. At the same time, he pushed Gallo away and rolled down to lie down in the ranks of the Sons of Horus.

Abaddon reentered the team, and he gasped and looked at the intruder with blurred eyes. Only then did he realize that both armies had ceased fire.

He saw... a headless primarch lying on the ground, his body almost torn apart by rough claw marks.

But this body is still struggling to climb forward, in a posture that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Abaddon's pupils trembled. He looked along the blood stains in horror, and saw the head rolling out, golden liquid gushing out,

+Death Guard...+Blood spilled from Luojia's mouth, +Quickly...intercept the Horus fleet...Cadian bombing. +

Luo Jia's head lying on the ground struggled to roll to Jia Luo's side. He kept his eyes open and exhausted all his strength to say the last words,

+Horus wants...to die together...quickly...quickly...leave...me alone+

Jialuo stared at Luojia's severed head in shock, but then he realized something. Almost at the same time, Jialuo began to try to report on the channel, but the stinging sound of electricity told him that the radio waves here had been blocked. cut off.

Without a trace of hesitation, Jialuo immediately led the Death Guards to retreat. Jialuo retreated and tried to leave, but then, a bomb hit him on the way to retreat.

On the other side of the door pushed open by Luo Jia, laughter came from the dark corridor.

[Loujia... Luojia Aurelion, we are obviously no longer brothers... Why do you still understand me so well? 】

In the darkness, out of the mad Horus.

Garro tried to retreat again, and a few more explosive bombs were fired. Blood splashed out, and the fearless Corina who blocked the bullets of the original body for Garro fell down.

This allowed Jialuo to successfully retreat out of the hall, and he began to run while calling the surrounding fleets as much as possible.

Horus walked out slowly and complacently, holding Luojia's scepter in his hand. At this moment, the flashing scepter had already turned into an ordinary stick.

【Go and chase. ] Horus said, hitting a few more casually, and the retreating Death Guards fell down. Abaddon immediately responded and led the black armors to chase them out.

Horus shook his head, happily raised his scepter, and stabbed Luojia's fallen body. The dirty body penetrated the long pole, and then he set up Luojia as if he was raising a flag. Jia's body.

Horus hummed a tune, bent down, picked up Luojia's head, held the severed head in one hand, and walked back to the corridor from whence they came.

There was blood dripping from the broken neck.

You stood there and watched the whole process. You turned your head and looked at the place where Jia Luo left. Finally, you chose to walk towards the corridor where Horus left.

You followed them and heard the chants of Horus,

[Yes, yes, they are all traitors. 】

Horus said softly, stroking and playing with Lorgar's bald head with his fingers, as if playing with a skull, but Lorgar still had flesh and blood, [I will tell you good news, Lorgar, Guilliman and Angron's The army is coming, they are at the outermost edge of the Eye of Terror. 】

"Traitor," Horus said, pointing his finger at Luojia, "Traitor, traitor, traitor——"

He put away his hand and pointed at himself, [Traitor. 】

+You...can't do this...+

Luojia gasped.

[No, I can. 】

Horus raised his head and looked thoughtfully at the darkness surging at the end of the corridor. He patted Luojia and said, "Don't worry, Mortarion will not come this way." 】

[Thanks to your prayers, the ghosts on this road will come up faster. 】

Horus sneered. He threw Luojia's body to the ground, pulled out the scepter, and broke the original body's limbs. Then he raised Luojia's head and stared at Luojia.

【Cry... just know how to cry. ] Horus said, [Isn't it wonderful - if our father cannot be cruel, then let me do it. 】

The Horus fleet and cyclone torpedoes were quietly waiting above the Cadian equatorial orbit.

[At least I can help him get rid of the betrayed Second Empire, and the existences in the subspace will live in peace for a while... As for Sanguinius...]

Horus was silent for a moment;

[Maybe he was just confused for a moment? But at least I took away most of the dark side's supplies, and they won't pose an actual threat to the empire. 】

Horus laughed, [And I...and my fleet...]

His eyes looked at Luo Jia ambiguously, [Those dark side fleets that choose to support me... are also a threat. 】

The black realm was almost at their feet. Horus directly threw Luojia's head onto his corpse, then penetrated the head and corpse with his scepter, nailing Luojia to the ground.

[Okay,] Horus said easily, [since you believe in him, I will let him grant you absolute death. 】

Then the Warmaster turned around and left.

The surging Hades water rose.

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Horus passed by your shoulder, and you looked at Luojia's tattered body and felt sad.

Luojia still whined, not because of the fear of death, but because he felt fear and self-blame because he could not stop Horus' behavior.

You close your eyes and open them again. You are already standing in front of Luo Jia. You squat down and reach out to him.

He was still struggling, but he was able to rest.

Enough is enough.

...Hades...Hades...!

You stood up and turned around, hearing a call from Cadia.

Malcador coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, "Hades, come back!!!"

The young man shouted at the top of his lungs.

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Horus stood at the end of the corridor, watching Luojia's body sink completely into darkness.

Then he turned around and started chasing Gaara.

　OK, no more!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)