The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 222 210. Throne

Zeratul decided to go to the throne, because this more dangerous and more likely to be discovered mission must require a person who is most familiar with shadow stealth, and Zeratul is the best choice.

Although he can successfully avoid the enemy by jumping, sometimes he can't hide in the shadows for a long time. Even if there is a thin film in the ether space, it will still affect the creatures inside, so he still has to jump again every ten minutes.

After the mission started, Zeratul quietly surveyed the floor plan obtained from the previous intelligence. The tyrant's palace is in the Governor's Palace, which is the central marble hall on the 27th floor above the ground, and it is possible that the information they need is stored there.

In the process of passing through and avoiding the guards, Zeratul did not forget to admire this palace. Although the Castle of Thorns is an Astartes monastery, it is obvious that the thorns protect a beautiful rose. A large number of Gothic buildings and stained glass hooked the superstructure. Statue of Astartes and other artworks carved and polished by famous artists can be seen everywhere. The ground is covered with blood-red gold-threaded red carpet, so that this touch of red can match the surrounding architectural style very well.

In addition to these, Huron deliberately imitated the architectural style here from the architecture of Macragge. The ambition of the chapter leader is indeed not small. He wants to turn this vortex area into the second 500 world, and he also wants the Star Claws to become the second Ultramarines.

But it is obvious that his dream has been completely shattered, because now the entire Star Claws are the enemy of the Empire, and they are traitors to the Empire. And this monastery that once symbolized beauty and the future has become a battlefield.

The higher he went, the more Zeratul could feel the intensity of the war. When he once again passed through the middle of a dozen laborers carrying ammunition through the void jump, a corner of the battlefield appeared in front of him

A large number of wounded who had just been evacuated from the battlefield wailed on the bright red carpet. The nurses and doctors next to them could only simply disinfect and treat them in such an environment. The Astartes carried their bolters and kept going back and forth between various orbits, heading to the areas where they were needed.

The once beautiful stained glass had been shattered, and the marble buildings were damaged by the terrible war. The beautiful portraits had not been put away in time, and the bottom was already full of ammunition and supplies.

Through the broken stained glass, Zeratul saw the battlefield a few hundred meters away: the Titan Legion Eyes or armored units of the Mechanicus and the Astartes were charging, and the Tyrant Legion also used the energy weapons on the walls and the support of the Astartes to fight those terrible enemies.

The battlefield was full of corpses, most of which were left by the attack of the loyalists of the Empire. Most of those people were Astra Militarum from various worlds, followed by the Skitarii from the Forge World, and the smallest number was the Space Marines wearing different colors of power armor.

Due to the powerful firepower of the Castle of Thorns, although the loyalists continued to increase their efforts, they still could not successfully break through the outer defense of the castle. Even if they had a breakthrough point before, it has now been pushed back and they can only find ways to continue to find weak points.

But how could the Tyrant Legion let them get what they wanted? More and more firepower was concentrated on this charging team, and more soldiers and Astartes fell. In such an apocalyptic battlefield, whether it was demigods or mortals, whether it was divine machinery or tanks, they were all completely swallowed up by the storm of firepower.

When the more than ten-meter-high Predator Titan was hit by a plasma cannon and exploded in the engine, this bloody attack ended.

Zeratul did not care about the casualties of humans, because this civil war of their own had nothing to do with him. He shuttled between giants and mortals at a fast speed, moving upwards quickly. But the higher he went, the denser the crowd became, and it was difficult for him to find space to hide for a while after the shadow stealth ended.

Although he only needed to stay in the real universe for no more than one or two seconds after leaving the stealth, this one or two seconds was enough to be captured by the Astartes, which might arouse their vigilance.

Fortunately, Zeratul discovered an elevator shaft through exploration. The elevator shaft had stopped power supply due to the current war, and the power supply was all connected to energy weapons, which would not cause any problems for them for the time being.

Climbing 90 degrees vertically is not an easy task for humans, but it is very easy for Zeratul, who is more than 10,000 years old and has been through many battles. He climbed up easily like a gecko, moving up quickly without making any noise. It took only a few minutes to reach more than 20 floors and finally arrived at the area he wanted to enter.

Once again, he started the shadow jump. In order to pass through the elevator door, Zeratul decided to venture into a deeper space and completely hide his traces in the physical universe. After feeling a coldness rising from the depths of his soul, Zeratul tried hard to find the direction in the darkness and came to this hall.

Unexpectedly, this place is not as luxurious and perfect as imagined. In addition to the necessary structure and some decorations on the columns and floors, you can't see anything here. You can only see the entrance to the elevator shaft around the opposite side and the huge throne.

It was a symbol full of glory. The throne was covered with the flag of the Astral Claws, and behind it were the battle flags of the Chapter and those captured heretic battle flags. This throne was once the chair used by Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of the 13th Legion. When the Astral Claws successfully defended the stability of the Maelstrom, they were awarded by the Ultramarines.

This was the glory of the entire Chapter.

Just as Zeratul was about to go to search, he suddenly heard a crisp elevator bell. He quickly hid aside and retreated into the shadows again, sticking his head out to see who called the power system to let himself come here.

An Astartes wearing a Mark 6 Ranger power armor came out from inside. He was not tall, but the eyes under his bright forehead showed this person's calmness and talent. He held an axe in his left hand and a plasma pistol in his right hand. A fur robe was draped behind his blue power armor.

Zeratul quickly recognized that this man was the Chapter Master of the Astral Claws, Tyrant Huron.

But the Astartes in front of him was not as bad as the outside world had said about him. His eyes were full of pain, sadness and anger, but his body was still straight, and he kept moving forward with the greatest calmness and composure.

There were still scratches and bullet holes on his power armor. The commander had just come down from the battlefield and mobilized precious electricity just to come here.

The commander dragged his tired steps forward, and he numbly raised his head to look at the throne that symbolized glory. It was the glory of the entire chapter and represented their contributions to the empire and the empire's cause.

Seeing the contributions he had made to the empire and the spoils he had obtained by defeating those aliens and heretics, Huron suddenly knelt down. Uncontrollable grief completely controlled his emotions. He couldn't help sobbing, and his voice became louder and louder, echoing throughout the palace. He wanted to vent all the grievances and confusion he had suffered.

But this kind of pain and grief, except for him and his brothers, who else could understand it?