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Chapter 219:26, A Sword That Cannot Be Avoided

After the impromptu meeting, Azrael led the Dark Angels away impatiently, just as the other legion commanders had guessed - the Dark Angels took the initiative to undertake the task of exterminating the heretics, just as a cover to cover up their true whereabouts, and what they really had to do involved those "secrets" that were not convenient to make public.

In order to completely eradicate these secrets, the Dark Angel must stay on the Vigilant Planet for a longer time. What makes him most impatient is that the clues of this operation point to the traitor of the First Legion, the Fallen Angel.

According to a report from a team of Angels of Absolution, fallen angels appeared on the battlefield. After gradually deepening their investigation, they discovered that the Black Legion seemed to be planning to use some kind of horrific weapon.

Of course, this conclusion is only deduced based on the current incomplete clues.

The Dark Angels need to find out the real situation as soon as possible.

Grand Master Azriel tightened the bolt of his gun, looked at the sky of the Alert Planet where a poisonous weather was brewing, and exhaled deeply.

The Dark Angels have the obligation and must completely bury the secrets about the Fallen Angels, eliminate the conspiracy of the Black Legion, and completely resolve this disaster.

This is destined to be a difficult battle without any glory, but it is also the duty of the First Legion.

"For Leon." He said silently to himself.

Compared to the hardships of the Dark Angels moving forward with heavy burdens, the Extreme Marines Commander Calgar was forced to leave the battlefield and was sent to the emergency room after the emergency meeting due to his serious injuries.

Doom, Dante, and other chapter leaders resolutely took on the responsibility of evacuating civilians.

Doom held his sword high, chanted aloud the doctrine of destruction and hatred, reloaded his weapon, then walked down the tower of the heavy factory and joined the fierce battle on the ground of Vigilance Star again.

The heretic coalition was on the verge of collapse, having expended great sums of manpower in repeated assaults on the Empire's defensive positions.

The blast of the Doom Slayer's counterattack horn caused them to suffer further damage. Facing the Doom Slayer who was ready to set off, they were either driven into the rift where deadly poison gas was floating, or their bodies were scattered all over the ground under the crossfire.

Because of the time pressure, the Doom Slayer didn't even have the interest to capture them and send them to the Argent factory.

They acted with maximum efficiency and the battle was quickly over, as their casualties were negligible as they merely opened a path through the wilderness of Alert Star.

They left the industrial district of Datoria, where the erupting flames and storms of burning metal were destroying the lives of the demons.

Doom and Dante ordered the Imperial Legion to reorganize and advance at full speed towards the nearest evacuation point.

They fought their way out of the wilderness of Datoria, through a crazy land filled with toxic chemicals, and then rushed into the thick fog that was destined to be extremely difficult.

They advanced rapidly, and everyone's will was extremely firm.

Doom Commander Doom secretly swore an oath to the Gene-Father.

Swear to lead the innocent people of this planet to evacuate this world alive.

Doom didn't know where Dukel was fighting at the moment, but he firmly believed in Dukel and that no one could be the enemy of the Lord of Destruction.

The Primarch would be with them, and he only had to do his part.

Dukel and Mortarion were still fighting fiercely in the poisonous gas rift deep in the Vigilant Star. They were surrounded by sticky poisonous fog and bizarre flashes. The red flames were burning, and a huge amount of uncleanness would be burned every second.

This place is almost ten thousand meters underground, close to the lava under the Warning Star. The underground temple is burning with demonic fire. In this twisted land, the boundary between the real universe and the Supreme Heaven has almost completely disappeared.

The primal power of the Warp surged between the two demigods, and every time Dukel's weapon hit the target, flames of destruction would rise.

Mortarion felt the burning pain and stirred up the mist around him, confusing the Imperial Warmaster's vision.

Suddenly, Dukel nodded slightly, and he accepted the oath that Doom made to him in his heart.

At the same time, news about Sanguinius and Leon also came from within the virtual communication.

In this war, Dukel and Guilliman were responsible for the command and fighting on the front battlefield of the Vigilant Planet, while the Lion King and the Archangel took a small fleet to search for the trace of Horus.

Every Primarch was very interested in Horus's movements, and Dukel was no exception.

There was a hint of joy in his eyes. The Lion King had found clues to Horus's whereabouts, which was undoubtedly an excellent signal.

I believe that with the lion's detection ability, Horus will soon have nowhere to hide.

More importantly, the Lion had gained something, the evacuation of civilians from Vigilance had begun, and his battle with Mortarion was about to come to an end.

In the previous fierce battle with Mortarion, although Dukel maintained an absolute advantage, the overall situation of the battle was always a stalemate.

There are mainly two reasons for this. The first reason is that Duker must devote some of his attention to preventing what Horus might do.

The second reason was that he had to delay Mortarion here to buy time for the imperial people to retreat.

If he exerts all his might and quickly defeats Mortarion, the Lord of Death will likely use some devastating weapon in order to survive.

Humans are the Emperor's currency, and Dukel will protect them as much as possible within his ability. This is his duty.

The two Primarchs rushed onto a broad circular platform, the surface of which was flowing with screaming faces and desperate grasping arms.

"Brother, let's end this fight right here." Dukel looked around and launched a fierce attack on Mortarion.

Mortarion struggled to block the continuous blows and used his death scythe to deflect the sword that almost beheaded him.

When he heard Duke's words, he clearly felt that the other party had undergone an amazing change in an instant.

The Lord of Death could smell Dukel's strong life breath. He could hear his heartbeat and the sounds of his cloak and armor.

Dukel's energy levels completely exploded at this moment, like a supernova in its prime, radiating terrifying light and heat in Mortarion's warp vision.

Mortarion felt an illusory sting in both of his eyes, and the dreamlike mist around him now emitted an uneasy scream.

The Lord of Death unconsciously tightened his grip on his sickle and pursed his lips. He knew that his former brother was now giving his all.

Furthermore, the energy radiated by the other party's essence brought him an almost desperate feeling of oppression.

He didn't have the energy to speak, and just silently blocked Duke's attack.

Mortarion came here for his own purpose. Every second he could hold Dukel back was beneficial to him.

The Death Scythe struggled to block every blow from Dukel, and the Daemon Primarch was shaken back again and again.

The burning sword was still gathering power, and each attack was heavier than the last.

Mortarion was able to hold off the growing force with his '7' formation, and he used numerology to try to understand Durkor's attack.

Numerology is a great art. Mortarion firmly believes that it contains the truth of the entire galaxy and even the entire universe. With the help of this art, he can try to understand almost everything.

Ten thousand years ago, he was able to use this to calculate the webway that the Emperor was building.

Now, ten thousand years later, his understanding of this art has become more profound. He silently counted Dukel's attacks, and when the opponent's sword stabbed at him for the twenty-second time, he expected an unprecedented horror.

He saw ghostly red flames floating around Dukel.

He saw Dukel raise the sword in his hand, and then the sword disappeared without a trace.

Mortarion's eyes widened, and for the first time in his life, he doubted the great art of numerology, because according to the current numbers - the sword had already pierced him.

How can this be?

"How could this sword pierce me before it's even swung?!" Mortarion was filled with great doubts, but relying on his trust in numerology that lasted for thousands of years, he still chose to believe in this omen.

Even if this omen is so absurd.

His figure quickly retreated, and he adjusted his position while constantly deducing numerology in his mind.

When he tried to move to the left, the omen showed that he was completely dead. When he tried to take a step back to the right, the omen showed that he had been pierced through the heart.

Going forward is also death, flying into the sky, his legs have been cut off
He kept speculating on the results of every direction.

To his horror, no matter how he acted, the answers he received were always in the past tense.

Cause and effect have been reversed, he cannot change his fate of being hurt. The sword was caused by Dukel, but the consequence he suffered happened before the cause.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Mortarion could only choose to minimize the damage he suffered.

In a very short period of time, Mortarion conducted a lot of complex thinking, and in the next moment, he swung the sickle quickly, cut a big hole in the cylindrical platform, and jumped down.

When he did this,
"Pfft!——"

His left wing was suddenly pierced, and Dukel handed out his sword and inserted it into the wound just right.

A red fire burned in the wound.

"Motarion, you really surprised me." After getting such a result, the surprise on Dukel's face was even stronger than the other party.

"You too." Mortarion responded through gritted teeth, enduring the unimaginable pain in his body.

On the other side, Doom, Dante and other heroes of the regiment quickly approached the evacuation point.

They passed through a terrifying place filled with poisonous fog, like a nightmare hell. The scattered rebel warbands and the manifested demon army, together with the sudden change of the terrain, posed a considerable obstacle to the retreating Space Marines.

In order to ensure that the transport plane could take off safely with more imperial citizens, the brave and fearless pilot risked his life twice.

When the first danger occurred, sticky and poisonous fog erupted from the cracks in the earth. The fog was squeezed by the internal pressure of the planet, like a suddenly erupting volcano, trying to engulf all life nearby.

The second time was when they were about to escape the planet's gravity, and flying demonic machines roared over, forcing the Imperial gunships to fight them in the sky.

The war machines of both sides grappled with each other and rushed into the murky sky, and soon disappeared completely in the clouds.

On the ground, the Space Marines who were marching hard in this drastically changing land burning with strange energy came to a poisonous lake with dark green bubbles.

There, they saw the red glow of fire and the markings of a huge Imperial beacon in the distance.

On this chaotic planet, it is the only safe place of the twenty-two, where loyalist aircraft take off and land, transporting the imperial citizens who come in droves.

Doom communicated with the defenders of the evacuation point and learned that it was being attacked by scattered Chaos warbands and Death Cult priests.

Faced with these safe evacuation points, the crazy heretics seemed to have greedy thoughts. They wanted to occupy these places and leave this chaotic world.

Before Dum finished the call.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly shook violently, the surrounding buildings collapsed with a loud bang, and highly toxic chemical liquids suddenly poured out from the damaged lakeshore.

After a brief investigation, the Doom Slayer realized that this was a trap set specifically for them.

Large metal structures rose up around them. These metal blocks looked like some kind of war armor that had never been seen before, with armored cannons mounted on top.

The artillery was operated by groups of madly laughing corpses, their flesh covered with disgusting pustules. These tumorous growths of flesh and blood grew together with the rusty equipment, indistinguishable from each other.

Just as the cannons were creaking and spewing poisonous smoke, dense footsteps were heard from the surrounding caves. A large group of plague demons who believed in Nurgle slowly emerged from the poisonous fog with staggering steps.

Faced with the overwhelming enemy forces, the Doom Slayer and the Blood Angels fought non-stop for several hours.

The power armor of many people had been corroded by the toxic fog, and their vehicles and military equipment had also been damaged.

Because of the existence of Argentum energy, the Doom Slayer does not need to worry about the problem of ammunition, but the Ultramarines and the Blood Angels have already run out of ammunition.

The task of evacuating civilians was not easy. Protecting civilians took up more of their energy, and the huge action array became a target for heretics to make fun of.

The Space Marines' combat power was limited, they encountered ambushes more frequently, and were besieged by cultists several times.

But faced with such difficulties, the soldiers still acted quickly and with firm determination.

The various legions shrank into dense mobile defense lines to protect civilians and war equipment.

The Legion think tanks made an exception and continuously released psychic attacks on the demons. Large numbers of heretic armies were engulfed by the flames and lightning of the High Heaven.

Doom, who unified the command of the strike forces and heavy firepower units, ordered the tanks, knight mechas, and hell bombers of each legion to fight back against the demon artillery.

Dante assembled the assault troops of the two legions, the Blood Angels and the Ultramarines, and effectively repelled the first wave of attacks composed of the Soulless and Plague Drones.

Daemon engines, a mixture of steel and flesh, turned piston-driven tracks and roared to the front line, several of which rushed towards the Extreme Marines.

But before these demonic machines could get close to their target, they were blocked by Commander Dante and a group of Blood Guards, and fierce firepower overwhelmed these unclean creatures.

Dante's sword pierced the core of a demon engine. The demon imprisoned inside roared, then fell to the ground, and foul-smelling ichor flowed out of the core.

But no one was happy about this, as bad news came from the communication channel. Since some heretics were still besieging the evacuation point, the Doom Slayer and the Blood Angels could not get any reinforcements.

Titus, who took over the command of the Ultramarines from Calgar, showed extraordinary bravery at this moment. He took the lead in leading the azure Space Marines to launch an attack.

Titus actually wanted to use their own strength to break through the enemy group in his direction and create a gap for the strike force to pass through.

What appeared before him was a huge and swollen Great Unclean One. The rotting flesh and blood of this huge monster continuously oozed dirty mucus.

The obese body is covered with exhaust pipes and pipelines spewing methane gas.

The Great Unclean One took clumsy steps, and the chemical slime around him stirred up waves of foul odor. A new wave of demons stood up from the filthy poisonous water, carrying wet slime, and launched a new round of ambushes on the loyalists.

(End of this chapter)