Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Thousands of black shadows tore through the air, emitting sharp whistling sounds, and swooped down from the sky towards the Astartes.

These Emperor's Angels did not retreat at all, and fired back with the pull of the grenade launchers in their hands.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—”

Amid the roaring flames of the exploding bombs there were faint suppressed screams of pain. Apparently some unlucky person had been hit by the bombs and the focused energy beams.

Hold the sacred bolter tightly in your hand, and mortal heretics are just a matter of a bolter!

Chainswords and bolters, loyal bolts that pierce all defenses.

The most famous and signature Imperial weapon used by Space Marines and Sisters of Battle.

The Bolter may not be the most powerful weapon in the Imperium of Man, but it is definitely the most famous weapon.
Even His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, who came to travel to the Warhammer world, bought a few old-fashioned grenade launchers in the weapon shop as souvenirs.

As the standard weapon of the Space Marines, the use of the bolter is not something that these Astartes can say they are very skilled in, they simply use it to great effect.

Bolters fire explosive projectiles called bolt rounds.
Explosive shells typically explode a few milliseconds after penetrating a target to achieve maximum damage.

This type of weapon that relies on gunpowder propulsion should have been outdated in the interstellar age.

However, compared to laser guns, this gunpowder weapon can intuitively bring more obvious bloody effects.

The reputation of the Emperor's Angels, the Astartes, is partly due to their bolters, which can reduce mortals to a bloody mist with a single shot.

In pursuit of power, the warheads of these bombs are all made of ultra-dense metal cores and diamond-like tip materials.

This also brings considerable trouble to the production of explosive ammunition, which is expensive and difficult to produce.

And the explosive weapons themselves also require daily maintenance and rituals to appease the machine spirits,
But there is no doubt that they are horrific and destructive weapons.

Even the green orcs next door like explosive weapons very much (probably because this thing is louder than laser firearms)

Long-term use, maintenance, and side-by-side combat have also made these Astertas almost proficient in the use of these grenade launchers.

Not only can they easily fire three to four explosive shells per second in rapid-fire mode,

And they cooperate with each other, shooting in stages, shooting at angles, and predicting explosions.
Around the two fallen Emperor-class Titans, "Boom boom boom—"

An Astartes fired two shots from his grenade launcher. The two bombs collided with each other, and the flames swept out by the explosion instantly covered an area of ​​100 meters.

A black shadow swooped down and subconsciously turned a corner in the air to avoid the flames and shrapnel.

At this time, the bolter in the hand of another Asterta was already emitting flames.

"boom!"

It has to be said that these Astartes have already come up with new tricks with the grenade launchers in their hands.

The flames of the explosion swept the vampire in. Even if it was a high-level vampire with bat wings, it would not feel good if it was hit by a bomb head-on.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—”

Just when the Astartes succeeded, the surrounding Astra Militarum and Astartes fired again. In the blink of an eye, the vampire was hit by dozens of grenade launchers and was shot into a sieve by the dense rain of lasers.

The entire battlefield, with the two fallen Emperor-class Titans as the center, thousands of Space Marines and more than 100,000 Astra Militarum troops gathered here.
At the same time, the low-level vampires around also swarmed over, and the two sides engaged in a fierce firefight centered on the two Emperor Titans.

In the sky, Thunderhawks, Thunder and other types of fighter planes roared, and intensive anti-aircraft fire and laser cannons engaged in dogfights with the black shadows.

Dense tanks and heavy artillery fired like rain, landing on the groups of low-level vampires. The soldiers of the Astra Militarum desperately pulled the triggers of their laser guns and grenade launchers.

Until the barrel of the gun in his hand exploded due to overheating.

Under the protection of hundreds of battle sisters, dozens of Mechanicus monks were busy repairing the fallen Emperor-class Titan, and their prayers to the God of Machines resounded throughout the battlefield.

Click! Boom!

On the battlefield where artillery fire roared, two mechanical monks climbed to the hatch of the Emperor Titan and after trying more than a dozen times, they finally opened the airtight hatch.

Inside the cockpit of the Emperor Titan, the two pilots have now become dried-up, blackened skeletons.

Without any grief, a mechanical monk leaned in, dragged out the skeleton of the driver, and sat in to inspect it himself.

Just as his arm touched the mummy's arm, a cat's meow came from somewhere.

The mummy seemed to be electrocuted and used its shriveled claws to grab the mechanical monk's arm, trying to pull him into his arms.

At this critical moment, a chainsaw sword brushed past the mechanical monk's scalp and stabbed the mummy's neck, chopping off its head.

"Be careful," the mechanical monk only had time to shout, "Don't damage the Titan parts!"

After all the changes, the Mechanicus no longer has the technology to build Emperor Titans. They are more focused on rummaging through relics and repairing the original equipment.

For today's Empire, these Emperor-class Titans are really one less.

In the eyes of these mechanical monks, an army of tens of millions of mortals is not even as good as the parts of a Titan.

It’s not that these mechanical monks are cold-blooded; they can sacrifice their lives without hesitation for these mechanical creations.

God of All Things is above, everything is for the Emperor!
Wow!
The head of the mummy fell off, and the whole body was shattered like carbon powder all over the ground.
The monk didn't care about the mummy and rushed into the cockpit to wipe off the mummy powder.

I am afraid that the powder will penetrate into the interior of the Titan and cause damage to the Titan.
A short-haired nun in matte black power armor chopped off the head of another mummy amid the monk's endless complaints.

After resolving the hidden danger in the Titan's cockpit, the short-haired combat nun looked above the Titan's cabin vigilantly.

A black cat with a black body and purple-green eyes quickly jumped down from the top of the cabin on one side.

He slowly licked his shiny right paw with his tongue, then looked at the battle sister innocently and called softly:
"Meow."

This black cat, only about a foot long, is filled with an extremely strange aura.

Its fur is black, so black that it looks like a deep pool that can suck up a person's soul.

Those two green eyes, with a hint of strange evil, looked at the battle nun as if they were smiling.

The battle sister clenched the grenade launcher in her hand and looked at the strange black cat vigilantly, just at the moment when the black cat licked its paws.

She suddenly raised her hand and fired two explosive shells straight at the black cat.

"Boom! Boom!"

The bomb exploded, the smoke and fire dissipated, but the strange black cat disappeared.

However, the Astartes, Astra Militarum, and Battle Sisters around them all saw an extremely strange scene.

Right where the black cat disappeared, the air twisted and fluctuated slightly, and then it was as if a curtain was lifted.
A figure covered in a black robe appeared at the spot, with only two green eyes showing, emitting an eerie light.

Behind him, there were several strange guys dressed in black armor, each holding a heavy knight's sword that was two meters long.

Without any hesitation, the battle-hardened Astartes and the battle nuns launched an attack on this strange guy.

The cloaked man with the badge of a member of the Dark Council on his cloak faced the attacks of the Astartes, stretched out a pair of skeleton claws, and let the black kitten jump into his palms.

"So you came here, how naughty!" A hoarse sound, as if bones rubbing against each other, was heard.

As phosphorescence flickered in his eye sockets, in an instant, the Astartes, Astra Militarum, and Battle Sisters who were firing at him within hundreds of meters around him twitched their bodies, opened their mouths, and fell to their knees.

"How dare they attack me! Don't they know that I have thousands of protective spells and dozens of counterattack forbidden spells..."

The necromancer stroked the black cat in his hand and seemed to be talking to it.

"I remember that not long ago, a guy who claimed to be a god tried to attack me, but his godhead was shattered!"

One by one, the Death Knights stepped forward, swinging their swords as wide as an ordinary person's palm, piercing through the power armor of these Astartes as if killing chickens, and nailing them to the ground.

A visible black gas was sucked into the bodies of these Death Knights along their heavy swords, and the green light in the eyes of these Death Knights became deeper.

This strange scene almost stunned the surrounding Star Army!
The surrounding Astartes pulled the trigger of their bolters in the direction of the cloaked man. The Grey Knights who appeared on the battlefield at some point waved their psychic weapons and rushed towards the cloaked man.

The man in the black robe and cloak had phosphorescent lights flashing in his eye sockets. He looked up at the sky, and then he and several death knights behind him turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared on the spot.

By the time the Grey Knights rushed over, all that was left were corpses strewn across the ground.

"Continue repairing the Emperor Titan!" A Grey Knight mentor looked grimly at the motionless Emperor Titan, stepped forward and pulled out the bodies of several mechanical monks.

Without any hesitation, several monks of the Mechanicus continued to enter the cabin of the Emperor Titan and complete the task of restarting this big guy.

. . . . . .

The Emperor's Guards, they also have many other titles - Throne Watch, The Thousand, The Ten Thousand, The Golden Corn Men;

But they are best known for their roles as the Emperor's personal guard and Custodians, as well as the wardens of the Imperial Palace and the Golden Throne.

Due to the huge area of ​​the Imperial Palace, the Imperial Guards have in fact always played the role of the palace's defense force.

Along with the Sisters of Silence, they represent the Emperor's right and left hands!
The Custodes have the power to decide who may appear before the Emperor on the Throne Room.

The Custodians have a seat in the High Lords' Council. Although they rarely participate in meetings or vote, no lord will ignore such an important political force in the empire.

The Custodes are in fact the embodiment of the will of the Emperor himself -

Even a warrior as powerful as the Ji must kneel before them;

Even the dreaded Inquisitor had to prostrate himself before them.

At the same time, the Custodes are the most powerful warriors among humans.

For ordinary Space Marines, the gap between them and the Custodes is as big as the gap between mortal soldiers and Space Marines.

Every soldier of the Imperial Guard is the pinnacle creation of the Emperor's genetic engineering and the ultimate elite among humans.

Each Custodian is equipped with the finest power armor the Imperium can produce;

At the same time, the Imperial Guard also possesses the most advanced weapons and vehicles in the empire——

Some of these include forbidden technology equipment that the Space Marine Legions are forbidden to possess.

After the Horus Heresy, out of shame and pain for not being able to protect the Emperor,

The Custodes changed the color of their cloaks from red to black to symbolize the darkness that loomed over their mission.

It was not until the return of the Primarch Robouti Guilliman that the Custodians took off their black robes, put on their traditional red cloaks once again, and fought across the starry seas with the Regent.

The source of the Custodians' gene-seed is a secret, assuming of course that they do have gene-seed like the Space Marines.

Some wonder if the Custodes are to the Emperor what the Astartes are to the Primarch.

In the creation of the Custodes, the genetic matrix of the Emperor himself was used;
Through this, the loyalty of the imperial guards to the emperor was guaranteed.

These Custodians were created from the flesh and blood of the Emperor himself.

The genetic enhancement technology used in the creation of the Custodians is different from that used to create the Space Marines, and the former is older than the latter.

Each Custodian is a unique work of art, a marvel of genetic engineering.

Physiologically, these guards do not age, and an experienced officer may be over 1000 years old.

The most advanced genetic creations of the human empire, wearing the most advanced equipment and possessing rich combat experience, these imperial guards armed with power halberds, under the cover of artillery fire, went upstream.
He swung the power halberd in his hand, killing all the vampires who pounced on him, under the sharp edge of the power halberd that was glowing with psychic energy.

These high-level vampires who were not wearing armor were either killed on the spot or seriously injured and turned into swarms of bats and fled in all directions.

This scene made the faces of several blood princes in the sky turn pale.

The necromancer who appeared in the sky at some point in time stroked the cat and smiled in a way that was hard to tell whether it was a sigh of emotion or a mockery:

"Oh, these little guys are really crazy. They actually use their bodies to resist those technological weapons. Do they still think this is the Middle Ages?

It’s okay not to wear the exoskeleton armor, but I remember that the symbiote suit is not expensive!

Ms. Lilith, do you vampires also need this little money?"

The face of the beautiful and delicate vampire girl, who was wearing a Lolita dress and looked like a kitten, became gloomy.

She glared fiercely at the vampires around her. Several prince-level high-ranking vampires lowered their heads, cursing the talkative necromancer thousands of times in their hearts.

"Hmph, thank you for your concern. We vampires do have this little money, but these little guys don't like these technological weapons. It's better to let them have a taste of pain now!"

The vampire girl with the same name as the Blood Witch laughed softly, but the coldness in her laughter made the already cold vampires feel even colder.

"Hey, those human soldiers are coming to attack us, do you want to hide?"

The Necromancer added fuel to the fire with evil humor and pointed downwards, where he saw an Emperor's Guard in a red cloak and golden power armor lying on top of a Thunder Fighter.

He bypassed the vampire defense line, jumped down from the top of the plane, and rushed towards them waving the power halberd in his hand.

"waste!"

The girl, who looked like a delicate little girl, suddenly jumped up in anger and disappeared on the spot.

When he appeared again, he was already in front of the Emperor's Guard and punched him hard in the face.

The slender, white little hand smashed on the empire's most advanced power armor.

With a cracking sound, the visor of the Emperor's Guard, along with half of his head, disappeared.

This was not the end yet. Lilith raised her right foot and kicked the Emperor's Guard hard in the chest with the heel of her small leather shoe.

The power armor and sternum of this Emperor's Guard had completely collapsed.

The continuous blows made terrifying "bang bang" sounds, and the Emperor's Guard had been hit by hundreds of punches in the blink of an eye.

"You really can't stand a beating!" Lilith rubbed her fists and looked at the necromancer with ill intentions.

"Old lich, others say that you are not only a dracolich, but also a master of dark forbidden spells. Your strength even exceeds that of some powerful gods. Do you want us to compete with each other?"

The necromancer took a look at the Emperor's Guard, whose bones were smashed into pieces and who was being held in the hands of a vampire prince.

After being hit so many times by Lilith, half of his head was blown off. It's not that human beings have strong vitality,
Rather, it was the magic power that Lilith injected into his body that sustained this human's life.

The blood prince extended his sharp fangs and pierced the veins of the Emperor's Guard.

The blood and psychic essence of this guard were continuously absorbed into the body of this vampire.

The bodies of the guards shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into mummies.
The scene was like a plump persimmon being sucked into a persimmon cake.

Even though the old lich was ruthless, seeing Lilith looking at him with a half-smile in her eyes, he quickly shook his head and said:

"I'm an old man, how can I fight?"

Seeing the old lich lower his head, Lilith snorted coldly and raised her little face to look at the Moon Goddess in the sky.

To put it nicely, the Dark Council is about the strong ruling the country;
To be frank, or to put it bluntly,
These people are just cheapskates. If you don't teach them a lesson and show off your power and ferocity, they will look down on you.

The rules of the world of the extraordinary world are so simple.

"Hey, Lilith? Uh-huh, yeah, be gentle.
Lilith, come here! I have something to talk to you about!"

Just as Lilith was looking at the Moon Goddess, a faint and delicate moan sounded in Lilith's ears.

Lilith was naturally familiar with this voice. When she was still an ordinary vampire, she followed the owner of this voice.

The reason why she was elected as the chief of the major clans of the blood clan also had a lot to do with the owner of this voice.
(Happy New Year, dear readers. I hope you all get rich, have good health, and everything goes well in the new year.) (End of this chapter)