Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 146 03.0145: ‘The reason they are called the Angels of Death’

At the same time, in the engine room of the Indefatigable.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Blood Angels Astartes wearing golden helmets walked quickly in the corridors of the Indefatigable's cabin, their bolters gushing out anger without stopping.

This place is completely different from the battlefield Horatio faced.

The Space Marines quickly interpreted the readings from the helmets with extraordinary reaction speed. The holographic aiming projection of the helmets was exactly the same as the muzzle, so they could hit the target without aiming, and set off a terrible one-sided massacre.

The enemies who jumped over to board the ship died instantly as soon as they heard the heavy and terrible footsteps approaching, and were blown into pieces by the huge .75 bolter.

The Blood God servants who wanted to destroy the plasma engine never thought that there would be as many as dozens of Blood Angels Astartes on this battlecruiser of the Imperial Navy.

There were more Blood God Apostles than the Blood God Apostles who had boarded with them.

This made the invaders feel deeply desperate and exhausted. They were like playing a cat-and-mouse game with no chance of winning.

They were looking for the targets they wanted to destroy in the intricate cabins, but once they ran into the Blood Angels who were hunting them everywhere, they would be mercilessly torn into pieces.

In the corridor, a small group of Blood Pact soldiers ran into several blood-soaked Scarlet Astartes Brothers at the corner.

Their power armor looked particularly like the color of Khorne Space Marines in the blood-stained state, and the "grinning" MK7 helmets added an illusion of Khorne to their identities.

So much so that when these invaders saw the scarlet demigods, their first reaction was to think that they were the Blood God Messengers they were loyal to, and they saluted one after another.

But they were wrong. Their master had never drawn any of the sub-groups of the Heirs of Sanguinius in the card pool of thousands of Space Marines.

"My Lord! Finally..." The captain of the Blood Pact said ecstatically without waiting for him to finish.

The respectful salute of these Blood God servants was exchanged for a punch that smashed the grotesque mask on the man's face and his head together.

Then the other Astartes raised the roaring chainsaw swords in their hands, strode forward, and cut the dozens of people in front of them into pieces.

The angry Blood Angels were even more brutal than the apostles of Khorne. The sailors accompanying the battle did not dare to step forward for fear of being affected.

They followed a few meters behind and watched these terrible angels of death calmly chop all the enemies they encountered along the way into pieces, as simple as a kitchen butcher chopping melons and vegetables.

Until the end of the 41st millennium, the descendants of Sanguinius have never had a phenomenon of organized surrender.

Their hatred for the murder of the father of genes overwhelmed the temptation of all the favorable conditions given by the four evil gods.

Even if Slaanesh admired their aesthetic accomplishment and appearance.

Nurgle craves their abundant energy and strange blood thirst.

Tzeentch admires their wisdom and is curious about the illusions during the Black Rage.

Khorne is even more greedy for their sublime military power after the Black Rage.

But the Heir of Sanguinius is always a treasure that they can only watch from afar and not play with.

Even if every Blood Angel may become a nightmare-like bloodthirsty monster, after the Blood Thirst, they will not hesitate to treat mortals loyal to the Emperor as mobile blood bags and suck them into mummies.

There may even be a Black Rage like Brother Romain Rolland, where they completely fail to distinguish between friend and foe, and all the loyal and rebellious Astartes are treated equally and killed cleanly, leaving only the Black Rage Blood Angel standing there and screaming in pain.

But they have never betrayed the Empire and can still proudly roar without guilt:

"I am a monster, and that is also Sanguinius's monster!"

The casualties of the sailors in the front line led by the Blood Angels are lower than those of the team led by Horatio.

The surrounding mortal warriors completely became a foil, and turned into spectators who followed and enjoyed the killing performance.

There was an even more terrifying existence among them.

The mortals looked at a blindfolded Astartes monk in horror. He was not wearing a helmet, and his facial features were extremely handsome, just like an angel from the Bible of the state religion.

The white rose cloth covering his eyes added a different sense of mystery to him.

But before the mortals could admire him, the cruel killing of Brother Romain Rolland made everyone flee from him in horror.

He was like a chain saw whirlwind rushing into the crowd. Although he was blindfolded, his moves were extremely cruel.

With just his voice and the vague outline of the halo, he could accurately kill all the enemies around him, whether he was a mortal or a rebellious Astartes.

Blood, broken limbs, and broken tissues flew everywhere, and the knife light was shadowless. If you stood too close, you would also be affected by misfortune.

The gentle and gorgeous angel instantly turned into a cold and ruthless butcher, making the mortals thoroughly realize why they were called the Emperor's Angel of Death.

What was even more incredible to them was that even the Golden Helmets of the Blood Angels kept a certain distance from the blindfolded warrior in battle.

His fighting brothers waited until the blindfolded monk finished chopping before they stepped forward and continued to advance.

Bang! There was a sudden explosion in front.

A scarlet bomb flew towards Brother Romain Rolland's head at a very fast speed.

But he just raised the chainsaw sword in his hand and easily chopped the flying bomb in mid-air.

The flying fragments scratched his handsome face, but he remained unmoved. He did not say a word or shout from beginning to end.

He was always so silent, approaching the enemy, so cold and creepy.

The Khorne Space Marine holding a chainsaw axe slashed at him. In the whistling of the wind, the blind monk accurately predicted the trajectory of his slash.

In his darkness, the enemy was just a stickman emitting scarlet light. His every move could be controlled through sound, blood smell, and light.

Brother Romain Rolland dodged and raised his hand to swing his sword. The huge force made the opponent take a few steps back when he blocked.

Although the Dark Rage seemed to have disappeared and the accompanying combat power dissipated, there was still a small part of the undercurrent of power flowing in his blood.

He didn't know what power it was, but it did make him more swift than before.

Maybe the Dark Rage did not disappear completely, and the seeds had been planted in him.

Brother Romain Rolland himself didn't know whether it would recur in the future, and he didn't have time to think about these issues.

The yearning for battle, the anger for revenge, and the shame of revenge.

In the battle, he felt that his emotions became numb, and only these three emotions lingered in his heart.

But as if he had been forced to take a tranquilizer, he did not slash and roar as before, only a terrible silence.

The only sound was the roar of the chainsaw and the swing of the armor.

After several exchanges, the Khorne Space Marine was driven back to the bulkhead.

The dilemma of having no way to retreat interrupted his parry.

Just as he turned his eyes to look at the road, Brother Romain Rolland stepped forward and used great force to split the chainsaw axe that tried to block the blade.

"How is it possible! You are obviously a blind man!!"

Before the blasphemous traitor could be surprised, the blindfolded monk stabbed his chest with a sword and destroyed his secondary heart.

In the backhand, a hand knife pierced through the gap, and the iron hand covered with ceramic steel power armor plates cut out his main heart from the traitor's chest.

Before the traitor bled to death, Brother Romain Rolland crushed the beating heart alive in front of him, and the splashing blood wet his handsome face.

Bang!

Brother Romain Rolland swept his left hand, hitting the traitor's head with a dent and fracture. A small piece of tendon and flesh dragged the collapsed head and hung on the strong and broad body, and then bit the wound with sharp teeth and sucked blood.

A golden-armored Blood Angel sergeant scanned the surroundings, and everything returned to calm. He nodded to the mortals.

They took off their helmets one after another, and their handsome faces had become hideous and abominable, just like the vampires in the horror legend.

Then they took out the plasma brought from the infirmary from their waists, stood there and began to drink.

Soon, their fangs began to shrink back, and their faces turned into the appearance of peerless handsome men again.

The dumbfounded Navy Lieutenant Armed Forces connected to the Armed Forces Command Room with lingering fear, and breathlessly reported to the Armed Forces Captain the great victory of annihilating all the enemies that invaded the power cabin.

The Indefatigable is safe.

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