Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 872 (08.871): 'The Knight's Wrath'

"Let's go together!"

Brother Leonas slammed his power boots down, crushing the pile of Ugur's corpse beneath his feet into a blurry mass of flesh mixed with bone fragments.

He hoisted the heavy Thunderhammer onto his shoulder with one hand, the blue arcs of electricity leaping on its head reflecting in his bloodshot eyes as he coldly stared at the group of ambitious Dark Eldar conspiracy warriors before him.

The group of warriors wielding poisoned twin swords swiftly exchanged tactics with their quick, silent glances.

Instead of being angered by Leonardo's arrogance, they scattered instantly like a pack of cunning wolves.

Immediately afterwards, they transformed into black afterimages in dozens of different but equally deadly forms, rushing towards Leonardo from all directions.

The flashing blades, like a vast net woven from death, tightened suddenly toward the eye of the storm.

"Immediate punishment according to the will of the God-Emperor!"

Faced with this deadly encirclement, the silver-haired cultivator unleashed a deafening roar.

He swung his thunder hammer, sweeping it forward with tremendous force!
It's unclear whether their gladiator careers in the Comoros made them overconfident in their martial arts skills, or whether these arrogant assassins had taken a special combat drug made by the Bloodlust before boarding the ship, a drug that could transform pain into ecstasy.

Two of the Ducali warriors at the forefront even attempted to block the warhammer, which gleamed with divine wrath, head-on with their seemingly exquisite parrying stances.

They attempted to confront a Deathwatch Space Marine in terms of strength.

Brother Leonas's mysterious thunder hammer wouldn't waste words on these blasphemous aliens.

The moment the hammer struck its target, the high-energy blue shockwave emanating from its head shattered the four thin, cicada-wing-like swords in their hands, along with their arms, into countless flying fragments of metal and flesh.

Immediately afterwards, the unstoppable, enormous kinetic energy slammed into the upper bodies of the two warriors.

Their breastplates, along with their thoracic cavity and internal organs, caved inward and burst open, like sandbags struck by a battering ram.

Two black figures flew out like trash, crashing heavily into the bulkhead a dozen meters away, carving two clear human-shaped dents into the sturdy steel wall.

Their twisted bodies were embedded in the wall, and blackish-red blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, gushed from their seven orifices.

Seeing that their opponents had an overwhelming advantage in pure strength, the remaining members of the conspiracy group immediately changed their tactics.

They moved with ghostly agility, leaping and flanking from both sides, relentlessly attacking the fearless cultivator.

Just as Brother Lionas used his warhammer to parry and deflect six curved blades that were simultaneously thrusting at his vitals from above, middle, and below, a cunning warrior had silently circled around to his side and launched a swift surprise attack.

The blade, tempered with potent poison and sharp enough to cut through terracotta armor, silently pierced Brother Leonas's spine—one of the weakest points in the power armor.

When the deadly blade approached from behind, within thirty centimeters of him in his blind spot, the cultivator wielding the warhammer suddenly sprang out a silver chain that appeared to be an ornament, which, like a living venomous snake, precisely blocked the sharp blade with a clang.

Immediately afterwards, he nimbly wrapped his arm at an angle that no ordinary person could do, and the chain tightly gripped the alien's blade. With a flick of his wrist, he forcibly snatched the battle sword from the alien's hand, and after tumbling through the air for more than ten meters, it landed deeply on the deck in the distance with a "thud".

Before the alien could recover from its shock and draw another sword, the chain on Leonardo's arm whistled through the air and swung fiercely toward its head.

puff!
The heavy silver lock slammed down on the head of the conspirator warrior.

With a single blow, it shattered its pointed helmet along with the skull beneath it.

With a thud, the body crashed against the wall next to They, its shattered head tilting to the side before silently sliding to the judge's feet.

Thei, who possessed mild psychic power, kept her gaze fixed on Leonas.

She could sense that around the cultivator's head, there were faint golden spiritual energies that flickered rhythmically like breathing.

Clearly, his unique genetic seed endowed him with a powerful, passive psionic ability. It was this ability that allowed him to perceive every movement in his 360-degree radius during intense close combat.

At the same time, Tey could sense that deep within this powerful psychic energy wave lay a stubborn will and a raging fury that was being suppressed, like a volcano about to erupt...

Whose Primarch was he? Sanguis? Roger Dorn? Or the third…?

They abandoned her last thought.

There are many clues, but she still needs to observe more before she can make a judgment.

Just then, a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Your Honor! Let's go!"

Brother Leonard roared in an extremely restrained voice, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

This was completely different from his usual warm and calm tone; his words carried an anxious urging.

Thee, who was skilled in mind reading, could clearly sense that he was frantically suppressing something with his iron will.

It was a dark, bloodthirsty, primal desire to tear everything in front of it to shreds.

This powerful will, while resisting the ominous impulses in his heart, also acted as the strongest barrier, preventing the judge from further examining him.

“We should go, Your Honor,” Brother Pirus said in a deep voice.

His massive, bony-spur-covered arms stood protectively in front of They, ready to face any challenge.

“What about Brother Leonas? If we leave, he will be all alone.” They said, emptying the steaming spent cartridges from his already emptied self-defense pistol, and asked Brother Pirus.

As more and more enemies landed below the bridge, all sorts of strange, grotesque minions belonging to the Dark Eldar began to emerge from the ventilation ducts all around.

They gathered in greater numbers and joined the siege of the Death Watch squad.

Meanwhile, increasingly dense and unsettling gunfire could be heard coming from the direction of the main bridge passage.

“I will cover the captain from behind,” Brother Derek said calmly.

He skillfully inserted a brand-new silver explosive bullet into the chamber, pulled the bolt, and produced a crisp metallic clang.

“You are a marksman,” Thee reminded him.

“That’s right, Your Honor.” Without turning his head, Brother Derek fired at Ducalli, who had ambushed him from the shadows behind him.

The alien was blasted in two from the waist by the precise explosive projectile when it had only gone halfway.

As he re-aimed, he continued, "Our squad has been working together for over a century. When the battle reaches its climax, he falls into a kind of... ferocious rage."

Therefore, his tactical choices usually involve using a jump pack to directly penetrate deep into enemy lines and strike key enemy targets. This also keeps him away from us, and I happen to be the teammate who most frequently and best suited to provide support for him.

“…I understand. Brother Nasser, Pirus, let’s go. I have a strong feeling that Father Latti is in great danger.”

Tey no longer hesitated.

Leading the remaining two monks, under the relentless barrage of Brother Leonas and the precise cover fire of Brother Derek, she swiftly left the now-dead bridge area via the planned maintenance passage and headed at full speed toward the energy core control compartment located between the bridge and the stern engines.

(End of this chapter)