Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Astarte's banquet was no ordinary barbecue, in fact, along with the oven were brought ten Grox beasts and five Fenris bulls. Of course, they were all alive, and he even specifically requested the ten Grox beasts to be manic beasts that had not had their frontal lobes removed.

The Chapter Captains used this opportunity to see how long it would take their guards to take down these beasts. Amidst laughter and shouting, the fifteen beasts were killed by the guards of each Chapter with their bare hands after taking off their armor. Perhaps the Flesh Tearers did have an advantage when they were bare-handed, and Gabriel smiled amid the cheers - he had always been proud of the rage in his blood.

When the thick and fatty steaks of Grox and Howling Bull were squeezed out of their rich aroma and large amounts of fat in a nearly perfect posture under the control of the Astartes, the Stormbird loaded with Fenris wolf wine finally stopped in the distance. A group of big men carried the three tons of wolf wine at once, pushing the banquet to a new climax.

As it turned out, even a typical and old-fashioned Dornishman like the Grand Marshal started to brag loudly when he was slightly tipsy. Not to mention the group of wolf cubs. Halfway through the drinking, a group of strong men started howling with their bare chests. In the end, the whole banquet was full of drunkards who had drunk most of the wine, and various meat dishes were served four times.

When Ragnar got up from the ground, he pushed aside the hairy thigh of the wolf guard that was pressing on his face, and took a long time to react, "Oh Russ, it feels so good to drink, what time is it now?" He shook his head vigorously like a drowned dog, and staggered to the side to hug the storm bird.

"Hehe, Stormbird, my Stormbird, hehehe, burp - not as much as I can drink. This time when I go back to Fenris, I'll have something to brag about!"

Chapter 5: Flesh Tearers, Thirst, and Black Rage

The banquet venue last night was now in a mess. Five wild wolves rolled on the ground and no one dared to clean up. As for the other battle groups? They had been picked up by their own members who were not drunk. There were only sixteen Lerners covered in white robes guarding here. It was unknown whether the wild wolves were really drunk and fell asleep or lying down on purpose to watch these Lerners standing guard for them.

The Wolf Corps was the only warband that was drunk yesterday. It was not because the Wolf Corps could not drink. On the contrary, it was because these rough men could drink too much. The taste of Wolf Wine was not good enough. It could only make Astartes drunk. Compared with these Wolf Wines, the "Golden Red" wine provided by Salmin was obviously more in line with the public's taste.

Especially the Flesh Tearers, this Blood Angels' sub-group obviously has better taste, they drank two jars of Wolf Wine during the whole banquet, but they didn't stop drinking Golden Red. But then again, the Blood Angels can still grow some grapes and make wine on Baal-1 and Baal-2, while the Flesh Tearers' home planet Krytasia is also a dead world without satellites, so they can't grow some themselves.

Moreover, they had been excluded by the mainstream of the empire for a long time and were so poor that they only had one Baal Hunter and a few Rhinos left. How could they afford to buy wine? Not to mention that the Golden Red was a genuine Quatis wine, worth a million gold, and the ascetic Astartes monks could not afford it - in this dark and cold universe, these most lovely people could only encounter countless sufferings.

Happiness and well-being are forever out of reach for them. Perhaps a celebration banquet after a victory in a battle is a rare joy in their lives. For example, the Flesh Tearers, a notorious traitor to the Blood Knights, are spending such a happy night with their cousin for the first time in decades.

By the way, the two jars of wolf wine were drunk by Gabriel Seth, the Flesh Tearers' Chapter Master. After getting drunk, this man who had never shed tears turned around and secretly wiped away a few tears. He finally saw hope, the hope that the Flesh Tearers would be recognized again. Over the years, he had always hoped to save the Chapter from the shameful destruction.

The Flesh Tearers are trapped in the cage of blood thirst and black rage, their gene-seed mutations are gradually worsening, their dependence on new recruits is getting higher and higher, more and more Flesh Tearers Space Marines are succumbing to the Black Rage, and there are only four companies of normal battle brothers all year round. It is foreseeable that if this continues, the Flesh Tearers will die out within a few decades. Seth is not panicking about the destruction of the Flesh Tearers, but he cannot accept that his beloved chapter will become a disgrace in its degradation.

If the Flesh Tearers are destined to disappear, then they must be remembered in the future. The shame of Sanguinius should not exist. The Blood Knights being declared a renegade chapter has undoubtedly cast a gloom over the future of the chapter. Seth often screams to the sky after surviving his blood thirst, "Ah, live up to the blood of Sanguinius! But, great Sanguinius, can you tell us how these defectives can resist this deep red thirst!"

Seth himself knew that there would be no response, just like there would be no hope for Bloodthirst and Black Rage. The only thing he could do was to strive for a decent and glorious destruction for the Chapter, so when he heard that Salmin had organized the largest expedition since the Great Crusade, heading straight for the Eye of Terror, he joined the whole group without hesitation.

The Galloping Battle Barge and five strike cruisers, including the Death's Cowl (the base of most of the Death Company), carried four companies and two Death Companies, totaling 563 Astartes, all joining the Last Crusade.

Destroying the Plague Fleet in the name of Sanguinius was not enough, and this honor was far from enough to engrave the Flesh Tearers in history. He had also imagined that if the great Crusade of the End happened to collide with the Black Crusade of Abaddon the Despoiler, he would kill Abaddon's entire regiment in the battle array and perish with the Black Legion. This would be the most perfect ending - the Flesh Tearers should die in the arms of everyone.

When he woke up from his hangover, he received a private meeting request from Salmin. He was not familiar with Salmin, but he had a good reputation. It was the first time he received such a valuable gift, which made him feel good. Yesterday also left a good impression on him. He was willing to maintain a good relationship with such a friendly and wealthy mortal.

It sounds a bit like finding a girlfriend, but in fact, it is as difficult for mortals to get along well with warbands with different personalities as it is for a licker to get a goddess in real life. In addition to fighting side by side to quickly get closer, mortals can only slowly improve their favorability by giving gifts and praise, and they must also be careful of "scumbags" like the white shark who will eat you up.

That's it? This is the privilege of a person in high position and power. How many people want to kneel but don't have this opportunity? A mortal soldier? You are just a filler. The average life expectancy of the Astra Militarum during wartime is only a dozen days. Guess why. If Salmin didn't have a golden finger and died on the pilgrimage, the best ending would be to have his holy skull made into a sculpture, his human oil refined into candles, and his ashes filled with bombs.

But now that Salmin has the ability to change some things, why not do it? He quietly put on the necklace. At this moment, he will verify his conjecture - can the bloodthirst and black rage be solved? The bloodthirst is a congenital genetic disease of the Blood Angels and their predecessors, the Ghouls. Even the return of Sanguinius only suppressed the flesh with a tenacious mind, and art and aesthetics replaced the devouring of flesh and blood.

The filthy ghouls were reborn as Blood Angels, but their essence remained unchanged. Bloodthirst was their eternal nightmare, but Black Rage was different. Black Rage was a completely different "disease" from Bloodthirst. Its essence was the death mark of Sanguinius, and it could be seen as a psychic resonance effect. Black Rage attacks would produce hallucinations, and would be trapped in the scene of Horus killing the angels and fight until they went crazy.

Most of the existing Black Rages come from the Blood of Sanguinius. During the Horus Heresy, the Blood Angels' gene-seed bank was lost. In order to make up for the losses in the battle, the Blood Angels had to extract genetic samples from Sanguinius to rebuild the gene-seed. However, as a result, the newly born warriors would also suffer from Black Rage, and with the warriors returning from Terra, almost all the gene-seeds were contaminated.

But dying from Black Rage is also a very noble and glorious way to die. At the end of life, he becomes the Gene-Father Sanguinius, fighting the great enemy Horus on the Spirit of Vengeance until his death. It is worth mentioning that, unlike the purely negative effect of Bloodthirst, Black Rage can significantly improve the melee ability of Astartes and even Dreadnoughts, and greatly increase lifespan.

But in the Destruction of Baal, the Great Demon Kabanha revealed that both Bloodthirst and Black Rage are some kind of blessings from Old K. Since both Bloodthirst and Black Rage are diseases based on gene seeds and psychic interference. If a Holy Blood Astartes is transformed into a ship girl, will she still get sick? If a Holy Blood Astartes who has been imprisoned in the Lost Tower and has completely succumbed to Bloodthirst or Black Rage is transformed into a ship girl, will she still be awake?

Even if a warband leader became a ship girl, instead of a ship girl becoming a warband leader, could he still add warships and members to the warband through the system? He didn't know, but after getting the tacit approval of the God Emperor, Salmin became more and more bold. With overwhelming military power as a support, he even dared to get involved in the little secrets of the founding group.

Chapter 6: Redemption of Holy Blood (Revised)

The investment in one attempt is minimal, so even if it fails, it doesn't matter. The Astartes of the Holy Blood have failed countless times, so this one time won't hurt. But if he succeeds, his gains will be far more than that of one Chapter. Anyway, BA is not DA, so this little secret of the Astartes of the Holy Blood is not really a secret.

His attempt would at best be seen as an offense, not a provocation to the entire Astartes of the Holy Blood. But if he told Asin Meow to stop catching Fallen Angels, the Lion King would immediately return to pardon the Fallen Angels. The consequences would be completely different. Moreover, what does it have to do with the Flesh Tearers if Salmin wants to help them?

He didn't want to be pretentious or literary - I saved you completely out of my own will, what does it have to do with whether you are willing or not? This is my arrogance, my tyranny! I want to save the whole world by myself! With such kindness and compassion, who can resist me?

——The magnetic field rotates with a force of one million horsepower! The Emperor's Savior Fist!!!

When Seth pushed the door open, this is what he saw. The young man was sitting in the shadows. He couldn't see his face, but the might revealed in his bright golden eyes was enough to overwhelm him! A mortal who was much shorter than him? But, was he really a mortal? He seemed to have seen the God Emperor again. What a disrespectful thought.

But Seth was powerless to refute this blasphemous thought, and could only turn his eyes away from his face to escape. A string of equally shining ruby ​​necklaces came into his eyes, so beautiful! He couldn't help but sigh, but as he looked, everything in front of him suddenly turned blood red, and he seemed to hear the roar of the High Heaven, and his mind lost and endless rage attacked him.

Endless illusions followed. He knew it was bad but was powerless to save it. This astonishing rage even triggered his bloodthirsty impulse and desire for destruction that he had been suppressing. No! Bloodthirst and Black Rage were some kind of blessing from Old K. Even the Great Demon's spell could drive the Blood Angels crazy, let alone looking at the True Spirit of Khorne?

No matter how strong his mental defense was, it was vulnerable to the might of the Four Gods. Rage and bloodlust overwhelmed him in an instant, and all his suppression and rationality suddenly shattered. His pale but handsome face was twisted in pain beyond words, his muscles throbbing even supported his thin carapace, and the spinning blade was raised high—

But when his last sanity was about to kill Salmin and he was howling in pain, a hand was firmly placed on his shoulder. All illusions and rage disappeared like a tide, as if everything was just a dream. No, it wasn't! He struggled to get up from the ground, sweat soaking his clothes and light armor, and the distortion on his face had not yet recovered.

But he no longer had the slightest time to pay attention to his own condition - his blood thirst had been quenched! They had clearly given up hope of treatment, but even if it was quenched or even merely suppressed, it would be no less important to the entire Astartes of the Holy Blood than the resurrection of Sanguinius.

Even though he and other high-ranking members of the Flesh Tearers have embraced a cruel fatalism about their genetic defects and accepted that they are doomed to succumb to the Black Rage. He has always believed that the angelic offspring can fight against these curses with their own will, but he also hopes that his fallen brothers can be redeemed in this way.

Salmin, who had taken back all the power of the Blood God into the necklace, knew that it had worked. A miracle is a miracle only if you see it with your own eyes. And no matter how desperate or stubborn he is, as long as he hasn't committed suicide, it means he still longs for redemption. Those who commit suicide are not necessarily completely desperate, but those who are completely desperate will definitely commit suicide (spiritual self-destruction is also considered suicide).

In other words, the fact that Gabriel Seth hadn't committed suicide showed that he was still longing for redemption. Salmin held the crying man in his arms, but he didn't comfort him. He just declared, "Take me to the Lost Tower. I will save everything!" Everything was so logical that Seth, whose mind was confused by Khorne, couldn't find anything wrong for a while.

By the time he finds out something is wrong, it's already a done deal. After saving everyone, can you still get involved? Salmin only wants to save this result. Forget it. I'll just force it on him. As long as the ending is pure love, why should the process be so inconvenient? (Brutal comment)

When Salmin and Gabriel stepped off the Stormbird and entered the Death Cloak Strike Cruiser, Gabriel's body trembled visibly, but how could his well-trained body compare to a body of steel? After being dragged down by Salmin, he led the way obediently, just like a fallen wife who was dragged to her husband's company but led the way while dripping with water.

Behind the two were eight Chapter Master Guards, and further behind was the Death Company Chaplain, 'Watcher of the Lost', Carnarvon. Even if Chapter Master Gabriel Seth wanted to enter the Lost Tower under normal circumstances, he would have to be supervised by Carnarvon, not to mention that he brought outsiders with him. Normally, this was absolutely not allowed, even for the Chapter Master.

If it weren't for Gabriel's nearly 100 years of career as a war band leader, which had accumulated terrifying prestige for him, and if it weren't for the fact that he had guaranteed Salmin with his life and honor, Salmin would never have been able to walk to the Lost Tower so peacefully. The group walked through the darkness in silence, shuttling between the stone pillars. Their footsteps stopped at the deepest part of the cabin.

Gabriel pulled off his gauntlet and slammed his palm down on the gene identifier behind the stone pillar. The smooth panel hummed and flickered with amber light. After a moment, the piston hidden inside made a hissing sound as it lost pressure, and the arch slid open slightly under its action. As soon as the gap between the doors was large enough to accommodate his broad shoulders, Gabriel immediately walked in.

The darkness within the archway embraced him warmly. Only the enhanced vision of a Space Marine could see through the gloom in the dim light of his armor. As he moved forward, his footsteps struck a hollow, regular note. He did not look down, but he knew the sound of bones being trodden on, the path under his feet paved with skulls rather than pebbles. He drew in a breath, cold and misty.

They continued to move forward to the center of the hall. A narrow suspended staircase led to a wide platform after turning back three times. A statue of Sanguinius made of black marble was hanging from several chains from the invisible ceiling; and the tall tower behind it was the Lost Tower.

Walking down from the top of the tower, all they saw was static. It seemed that the Flesh Tearers were more humane than Salmin had imagined. Gabriel did not stop, and they rotated downward in silence until Salmin counted to twenty-six and they stopped at the bottom of the Lost Tower.

"Brother Ma'oun, once the captain of the Third Company, but he eventually succumbed to the illusions of the Black Rage. Three years ago, even the Death Company was no longer suitable for him. However, in the Lost Tower, he was only the least corrupted one."

Clear blue light bloomed from Salmin's hand - the Mind Cube! A Mind Cube that had transcribed a Sword-class frigate, worth 116 resources, a treasure equivalent to two light cruisers, quietly hovered in his hand. He looked at the black-armored warrior in front of him, "Turn off the Stasis Field."

Everyone was looking at him, some expectant, some indifferent, some wary... But none of this had anything to do with Salmin. The azure light illuminated the darkness. The black-armored Astartes lost his form in several circles, and finally, a soul merged into the Mind Cube in the light.

Carnarvon could no longer tolerate this heretical and blasphemous scene. His chainsaw sword struck Salmin, creating a series of sparks, but it only smoothed its edge and didn't even make Salmin turn his head to look at him. In fact, this was also the first time Salmin transformed into a ship girl. All he could do was wait, calmly waiting.

Fortunately, a figure emerged from the glittering light and solidified. Before the Astartes could really go berserk, a clear but bloodthirsty voice rang out: "Why did you wake me up? Is there another battle that can free me... Can I speak?"

Chapter 7 You're awake, the operation was successful

The light faded, and a tall woman appeared in front of everyone. She was indeed not short, but her height of 1.78 meters was not enough to look good in front of Astarte. Her lush white hair almost fell to the ground, and her pure white boots with blood-red patterns and blood-red gorgeous evening dress outlined her fair and tender body.

My eyes swept across her slender waist, and I could see that the woman's upper body was more like armor. From below her slightly undulating chest, the black and red armor outlined the girl's beautiful body curves. But it really made people doubt the protective ability of this armor. Fortunately, the ship girl didn't really rely on this for defense.

Compared to her torso which looked like a normal girl, her arms reflected her identity. Except for her shoulders and armpits which were deliberately exposed, her arms were completely covered with armor, and her left arm was used as a weapon. The azure decomposition field danced on the scarlet arm blade, which seemed to show that she was definitely not a weak girl who was powerless.

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But this did not dispel the doubts of the crowd. Even Salmin showed a rather uncontrollable expression, not to mention the confused Astartes. Where is my captain? Where did a 2.3-meter-tall captain like me go? Don't tell me that this weak girl who is not big enough and can't fight at first glance is the captain, Maon, who is famous for bloody massacres.

Fortunately, Salmin was mentally prepared and reacted first, "You're awake, the operation was successful. You have been freed from the curse of bloodthirst and black rage, but correspondingly, your body has also undergone some changes, such as... a slight deviation in gender." Moreover, strictly speaking, you are no longer an Astartes, but just a ship girl with the blood of Sanguinius.

He didn't say the rest, as this was too cruel for an Astartes. Except for the true bottom line, the Blood of Sanguinius, all her previous identities, honors, and reputations were gone forever. It was like the pain of the Astartes who lost the name of the Legion when the Legion was first split.

But at least, she regained her rationality and gained stronger power. It is not difficult for a ship girl to gain honor again. Besides, what's wrong with becoming a ship girl? Ship girls look more like humans than humans. Their strength is greatly improved, and they are immortal. It's also an upgrade, which is much better than upgrading to a demon.

"I..." The lark-like voice sounded, and the girl seemed to have not yet reacted. "I'm fine?" The bright crimson eyes were still full of doubts. The little girl had big doubts. Then she recognized the familiar person in front of her in the darkness, "Oh, isn't this Seth, you're still alive?"

"…Maoen, brother?"

God has mercy on me. Even the well-thought-out Astartes Codex does not say what to call a battle brother if he becomes a woman. (Salmin: Soon, the author will wake up and ask for you then.) But no one cares about these things now. Maorn's awakening was like a bombshell, causing endless waves among the Flesh Tearers.

When Maon was escorted out of the Lost Tower, the entire regiment, from the Dreadnoughts to the new blood, gathered at the training ground on the middle deck. Everyone was looking forward to it. The high-ranking Holy Blood Priest of the Flesh Tearers had already taken some of Maon's body tissue and blood for testing.

When the high-ranking Holy Blood priests ran over to pick up the loudspeaker, the Flesh Tearers had already guessed the result. But when the most authoritative verdict was issued, everyone began to cheer, "After testing, we found that the similarity between Maon's genome and the Flesh Tearer standard genome is greater than 99%, and the presence of Sanguinius's blood was detected."

Before the Holy Blood priest finished speaking, the overwhelming cheers had already drowned out the sound of the loudspeaker. But he was not angry, but smiled as he gave the final conclusion.

"We also detected mild signs of the Thirst and Black Rage, but as Brother Maoun now exhibits symptoms similar to those of the Untouchable, she has become immune to the mild symptoms - she has conquered the Thirst and Black Rage! This is a victory for the Flesh Tearers, proof that we are worthy of the Blood of Sanguinius!"

Maion was seen as hope and was touched by everyone. Her name was also remembered as the former captain of the Third Company. But when they saw Maion's current appearance, doubts became more and more intense. Many Astartes believed that it would be better to let herself die in blood thirst and black rage than to become a helpless woman.

In short, if they want to escape from the bloodthirst and black rage by escaping the glorious identity of Astartes, then they would rather die in the bloodthirst and black rage! An honorable death is better than a life of shameless living. Even if I, the Flesh Tearer, jump down from here and sink into the bloodthirst and black rage forever, I will never become a weak woman.

But since the resistance is due to weakness, it is very easy to deal with - the ship girl can be not weak at all. With her seemingly weak little hands, she can easily unscrew the turret of a tank, let alone unscrew the bottle cap. Salmin patted Maon's shoulder, hiss - the old shoulder is cunning. "It's time to prove your overwhelming strength, but you'd better hold back."

Salmin knew where the shipgirl's advantage over the average Astartes was. The answer was powerful, overwhelmingly powerful! With her unparalleled strength and speed, incredible defense and health, the noble attributes of void shield, flight, and anti-psychic energy, plus the skills of the former Astartes captain, it should not be difficult for Maorn to fight the entire group alone.

In the Warhammer universe, strength and beauty are the most important. In terms of the purity of the Astartes, when they find that the strength of the ship girls is far above that of the Astartes, their previous resistance will be greatly reduced. But if you only look at the appearance, it is easy to fall into misunderstanding. Just like now, the Astartes around are looking at Salmin in surprise - what are you talking about?

Therefore, before they could question him, Salmin spoke up, "Although there have been some small changes, you should know that you are still you, Maorn with the blood of Sanguinius. Moreover, after going through this kind of tempering, overcoming the bloodthirst and the black rage, your strength is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine. Why don't you call upon your true power?"

Maion:?

It's insane! There are so many people here, I couldn't beat them before, and now they are just weak women, and I have to hit them with my head? And I'm holding back? If she didn't feel that this person was very friendly and would not hurt her, she would have just started to scold him. In the end, she just looked at Salmin as if he was a fool.

The Salmin is also quite strange, what else can he wait for if he doesn't summon a ship? You don't really want to be on par with demigods as a mortal, don't scare me. The most outrageous author makes mortals use a knife to kill cans.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

The two looked at each other for more than ten seconds before Salmin realized that there really was no ship girl who couldn't summon a ship. Oh, she was just born, so it's okay.

If you have it, you have it. If you don't have it, you don't have it. The ship suit is the external body tissue of the ship girl. It symbolizes the identity of their warship and naturally represents strength. "Just like a bird can fly by flapping its wings, when you realize the existence of the ship suit, it has already appeared."

Chapter 8 Reality and Honor

Ship equipment? When this word echoed in Maoen's mind, something changed quietly.

Without any warning, she was covered by a huge black and red armor, starting from the cathedral-style shoulder armor on the bridge. Her height increased from 1.78 meters to 1.96 meters after putting on the armor, and the weak girl finally looked a bit tough. The blade on her left arm was like a dagger, and her right hand was holding a lance of more than three meters, which was a perfect length.

Behind her, a scarlet metal half-skeleton emerged out of thin air, but this half-skeleton had no head, instead it was a golden mask of Sanguinius. The majestic golden mask made this eight-meter-tall scarlet skeleton look so sacred, and the Imperial Sky Eagle and the Roman numeral four showed where she belonged.

This frame is more than just good-looking. Six quadruple-mounted 457mm anti-aircraft guns are embedded in the gaps of the metal frame, and the power of the anti-aircraft guns has always been increasing. The huge power claws carrying the laser array are enough to tear apart any tank or knight, and the two light double-barreled macro turrets as shoulder guns ensure that she can also fight against Titans.

In an instant, a weak girl turned into a ferocious war machine, which is the charm of the ship girl. Although it is just a sword-class frigate, is there a possibility that the sword-class is the largest frigate in the empire, with a total length of 1.6 kilometers, a fin width of about 0.3 kilometers, and a mass of about 600 million tons.

In particular, the Sword-class frigates provided by Salmin are different from the Sword-class frigates currently in service in the Empire. They are additionally equipped with powered rams, a reinforced hull and strengthened bow adamantium armor (meaning that the health volume is increased by 100 and the bow armor is increased from 67 to 83). The most important thing is that the engine system has been greatly improved, and the speed has soared from 200 to 250.

After the transformation, her stats are far from comparable to those of the Salmin, and are only 1.68 times the output of the dog tank, and her void shield is equivalent to that of the Warlord Titan, but this is already far beyond the Astartes. The most amazing thing is that her speed is 250-2.2 Mach! In the extreme state, the three times speed for six minutes will reach the unmatched hypersonic speed.

As we all know, destructive power is equal to force multiplied by speed. The outrageous speed of Mach 6.6 combined with the output of a super-dog tank is enough for her to deal with the (enhanced) Primarch within six minutes, and now this humanoid Titan will face a group of Astartes whose maximum speed is only meters per second. They have to fight with their heads.

Although Maon could only last six minutes in front of the Primarch, it happened that Astartes could not even last six seconds in front of her. High speed was still very advantageous in killing young ones. For Astartes, the huge gap made her the same as the Primarch. Whether it was Ke Jie or AlphaGo, they were the same for beginners.

Just like now, the invisible aura seemed to strangle everyone's throat. The pressure brought by her simply revealing her full appearance was like a great demon descending before the Astra Militarum. It was as if their souls were being devoured, and the feeling of powerlessness oppressed all the Astartes - could this be the existence that transcended the blood thirst and the black rage?

The high-heeled boots slowly sank into the deck, and the eight-meter-tall Sanguinius Skeleton Knight was indescribably shocking within a hundred meters. Although they hadn't fought yet, this war machine that looked tough was enough to alert all the Astartes, and the noise instantly turned into a solemn silence.

Ta-da—the combat boots were pulled out from the deck, and then gently chiseled into the steel of the deck again. Maon's steps broke the silence of just a few seconds, and everyone's eyes turned from the Skeleton Knight mecha to the Iron Knight who was slightly shorter than them.

The difference is that the gaze has turned into awe and fanaticism. Honor and strength are the eternal pass among the Astartes. Although he has not taken action, Maon has proved that his strength is worthy of the highest honor of "defeating the bloodthirst and the black rage", and all this has naturally transformed into superhuman reputation.

But Maon was not satisfied.

The Skeleton Knight mech's power claws tore through the deck, and a ten-meter-diameter ring was engraved around Maon. Everyone understood that this was a simple arena. Maon was not satisfied with everyone's tacit agreement, and she wanted to announce to all the Flesh Tearers that this new power was the future!

Who dares to challenge this terrifying skeleton that stands like a knight mecha?

"I come!"

The visitor was none other than the Death Company priest, 'Watcher of the Lost', Carnarvon, who witnessed the bizarre scene with his own eyes. The azure light melted the originally holy and pure Astartes and recast them into such a heretical existence.

Therefore, even after the high-level Holy Blood Priest verified his identity, he still stubbornly believed that the blasphemous thing was the shame of Sanguinius that must be purified! The Flesh Tearer must overcome the blood thirst and black rage with his own will, rather than changing a body and then using anti-psychic energy to exempt the final influence.

She is a disgrace to the Flesh Tearers, and she is insulting the gift of Sanguinius' blood! And I will put an end to this disgrace before it spreads!

Carnarvon pulled out a plasma pistol and held it in his hand with a cloth. Although the Flesh Tearers did not use the Dark Angels' plasma that never overheated, since he dared to go up, he naturally put life and death aside. He was not afraid of the shame of deliberately killing his battle brothers in the competition, so how could he be afraid of death?

Judging from the strength of the Skeleton Knight mech he had observed, it would take at least three bursts of plasma to tear through the defense. But he was confident that he could wash away the shame in the name of the God-Emperor and Sanguinius. If the machine soul knew, how could it not fight to the death? Jump pack, start!

From a distance. He dropped from the high platform with a jump bag, one hand holding the red cloth, the other hand pressing on the hilt of the chain sword at his waist. The tall skeleton knight mecha walked out of the venue, Maoen had a sword in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, one long and one short, both offensive and defensive.

Both of them were ready, waiting for Gabriel's order. It is worth mentioning that this was an honor duel. Both sides only had melee weapons, and the one who cut a bloody wound on the other's face first won. Because it did not hurt the life, it was also called "first blood".

"..." Even though he was ready, he still hesitated when he saw the Skeleton Knight mech obey the rules and walk out of the venue. No! I am not wrong. I can't let Bloodthirst and Black Rage end in such a ridiculous way. This is all for the honor of the bloodline of Sanguinius!

Even if it means risking my honor! He tightly grasped the plasma pistol, and his superhuman mind was working at high speed to predict all possible routes of Maon's charge. He was completely sure of hitting the target, and no one could survive three plasma shots. "I appear in the name of the Holy Blood... I wear the helmet in the name of the Holy Blood... In the name of the Holy Blood..." He could only pray.

"Hu-hu-" After a few seconds of waiting that felt like centuries, the duel finally began with the announcement of Chapter Master Gabriel Seth.

Just as expected, Carnarvon raised his right hand like lightning, and the plasma light instantly lit up. The blue light shone through the red cloth, and the strange light purple made Carnarvon's face particularly creepy.

At the moment when the plasma whistled out, all the Flesh Tearers who were watching roared in anger - this was an open provocation to the honor duel. But at the same time, they were too late to react, or even to stop it. Carnarvon pulled the trigger again and fired continuously. This was a complete gamble with his life!

Amid the groans of the machine spirit, the plasma pistol roared again, followed by the cracking sound of the gun body breaking and Carnarvon firing for the third time without any care. Of course, his good luck also ended here, and the brightest azure blue brought self-destruction. The hot plasma gushed out backwards.

It was like a broken water ball. But plasma was not as gentle as water. Carnarvon's right hand was the first victim. Ceramic steel or reinforced flesh was no different in front of the plasma. The entire right arm sublimated at the moment of contact, and then destroyed half of his upper body. The splashing liquid also left more than a dozen holes in his body.

Even an Astartes would have died after such a trauma. But his strong spirit allowed him to survive the suspended animation command buried deep in his genes. He wanted to see with his own eyes that blasphemous shame be completely purified!

bingo!