Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 384 Fresh Flesh and Blood

The ceramsite and adamantium boots of the special boarding squad of former Emperor's Children, War Hounds and Luna Wolves stomped loudly on the battleship's floor like the beating of so many war drums.

——Tavitz muttered gloomily in the team channel that this time he must go back and ask the Lord of the Armory to equip him with an optional power armor rear flight engine module——the kind that the Imperial Fists applied for! The other soldiers kept their mouths shut and listened to Solomon trying to relieve Sol Tarvitz's deep self-blame since he learned of Lucius' death.

For example, "Thor, it's not your fault, and you don't have the ability to predict the future" or "After all, he is an experienced veteran, a company commander, no one would have thought that something like this would happen."

Although everyone present more or less felt that this was true, Sol Tarvitz, who obviously had only a handful of friends in his original legion, still believed that he should be partially responsible for Lucius' painful and inglorious death and even the insulted corpse.

While running, he even earnestly asked the brave warrior, who was said to have performed a miraculous teleportation to board the ship alone and was temporarily code-named "Whiterace" (and the big mouth Torgathon told his comrades who this person might be before Loken stopped him), to leave the culprit to him to kill personally.

The other side did not seem unhappy with him for coming last to reap the main fruits of the battle, and expressed understanding for the excited Tarvitz, but he said that they'd better hurry up, because if the culprit tried to step through the door he was guarding or attack him actively, he would kill him without hesitation.

Therefore, the boarding team is currently rushing towards the banquet hall of the Relentless Flame at the fastest running speed that the Astartes power armor can achieve. Fortunately, according to the guidance route they received, the journey is completely unobstructed, and even all the automatic weapons within the shooting field of view have been cleared.

It's not that this five-kilometer-long heavy cruiser was wiped out by a heretic reaper alone in such a short time, but those who had witnessed the true Scourge Knight passing through them and even around them unscathed and luckily not dying had completely lost the will to pursue the enemy or continue to organize more attacks.

Due to the excellent feature of Sigismund's explosive incineration cannon that when calling out the commander's name, it would also scatter the ashes of the entire command group into the sky, the unfortunate soldiers gradually found that there were fewer and fewer officers and supervisory teams loyal to the female mistress who could stop them from escaping. Therefore, the mercenaries were the first to leave the battlefield and rush to the shuttle hangar, and then more and more deserters were affected - after all, the number of shuttles on a large ship was limited.

The remaining people were either locked on the lower deck and unable to leave, or had their brains removed and had no intention of escaping. Among them, the only ones who were still fighting back were the automatic machines and various types of armed servitors - the latter all dropped their arms and entered standby mode after a simultaneous pause, and were subsequently crushed by bolt guns and power weapons.

Then, after turning a few corners, a straight road appeared before them, which was completely wide enough for an Astartes to walk through. The thick armor plates and thin bulkheads were melted away equally. The bullet holes all around, the pale bone fragments in the ashes, and the few dried cloths and limb remains made it look like it had just been burned through by a heavy firepower and eradicator company.

"Well, if it were any other time, I would say this road is a bit narrow and it's easy to be ambushed, but now, thanks to our...senior? Let's start running!"

The message from Whiterace made it clear who was responsible for this hellish scene, and what he had just done to stop the attack by the servitors made the boarding team put away their weapons and began to run towards the banquet hall on a path paved with flesh and blood and ashes that was filled with burning black smoke, melted and sagging metal and plastic, and various steams spurting out from unknown places.

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The devouring hell in the originally magnificent banquet hall continued.

But when Sigismund returned to the gate and looked through his broken and cold eyepiece, he saw that the number and size of the Devourers had changed significantly and strangely. The unarmed and closest mortal servants who were originally waiting here were the first to be torn apart and devoured, followed by the armed guards in the hall.

It seemed that someone among them who was quick to react had tried to leave the hall when the incident happened, as evidenced by the traces of panicked shooting on the door and the desperate finger scratches covered by the blood splattered everywhere.

But it was obvious that the owner and guests of the hall had locked the door in advance in order to hold this carnival banquet that must not be known by the imperial officials or anyone in the open. The password to open the door was in the hands of the one who was now tearing open the belly of the last remaining giant monster, taking out the twisted and tangled flesh and blood from its fuqiang, and finally hungrily swallowing the blood and flesh fragments of the Perfectionist mixed with the sex, blood and flesh of countless people in that huge sack...

Uh. Sigismund searched for the right adjective in his database. It was like the embodiment of the desire for "gluttony" and "control". A pair of horns, two hooves, four scorpion claws, six claws and two whip-like tails grew out of the flesh. In the hands of a huge lavender "meat mountain". Should.

The reason why the Black Knight, who was temporarily given the code name "Whiterace", had not used the incineration cannon on his chest to kill her or it was because he had promised Sol Tarvitz, and secondly, because all the guests and hosts in the hall who had eaten Lucius's flesh and blood were busy tearing open each other's abdomens and digging out the flesh that had been divided into pieces in each other's bodies.

That was the last trace left in this universe by the swordsman who died because of the first time in his life he wanted to truly save and protect someone.

The "thing" that originally belonged to the pale and thin female lord finally licked the deformed stomach sac in its hand clean with its slender snake-like tongue after a disgusting and sticky sucking sound. Then it dropped the blood in its hand, raised its head, and began to look around.

There were only two people left standing in the banquet hall.

The strange creature stared at Sigismund greedily and hungrily, licking its lips to its eyes with its long tongue, but then uttered a grunt of dissatisfied curses.

"You...are not...plump...enough...!" she or it said viciously, "Get out...! I want..."

There was the sound of metallic footsteps behind Sigismund.

A light of desire suddenly shone in the devil's eyes.

"Fresh flesh and blood!"

The Black Knight silently moved away.

(End of this chapter)