Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 467 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows (52) Decisive Battle, Part Four - Precious Tradition

The pursuit continued, and the two Blood Crows were still running away with all their strength.

But after all, the enemy occupies a comprehensive advantage from orbit to atmosphere. Half an hour after the abandoned airdrop pod was captured by the auspicious device, they finally encountered a Thunder Eagle in the last few kilometers before entering the mountains. The Word Bearers team came to stop them.

The brief but intense firefight took place in the forest at the foot of the mountain. After Levan and his comrades tried their best, they finally managed to escape from the enemy's interception.

However, fate seems to be deliberately targeting them.

Before the two were about to escape the pursuit of the Word Bearers, a stray bullet flew from behind the two, and the chain fixed on the relic box that Herbert was carrying was instantly broken by the hit of the bomb. .

The moment the heavy metal box slipped down, Herbert's footsteps slowed down suddenly. Levan only had time to look at him and saw Herbert turning back resolutely.

"Don't!"

Levan subconsciously stopped his comrades, but then he saw ballistic tracers shooting out from deep in the jungle. Herbert's advancing body suddenly stopped in the rain of bullets, and metal collisions and explosions were heard one after another from the power armor.

He fell, and the Word Bearers in the jungle appeared in a shooting and suppressing posture.

Levan looked at the relic box that kept the Blood Ravens' trophies and the fallen Herbert, his comrades nearby and the mission target further away, waiting for his choice in these few seconds.

boom! A heavy bolter shell exploded at Lewand's feet, and he woke up from his tangle in an instant.

The last commander of the Blood Crow Company did not hesitate, but picked up Herbert's body and walked far into the deep forest.

"The target object has been recovered!" The commander of the Word Bearers walked to the relic box, split the box open with a chain sword, and said into the communicator.

"Return immediately!" Zarulak in orbit immediately ordered.

"There are still two bugs alive, brothers think..."

"Come back! This is no time for entertainment! The Chief Priest's plan cannot be compromised!"

"yes!"

"Close the team!"

The tall Word Bearer looked at the end of the jungle for half a second, and then issued an order on the team channel.

Seven Word Bearers with the same armor closed the reliquary, and then slowly backed away with a vigilant attitude.

In the field of vision in front of them, the figures of Levan and Herbert were disappearing from sight, and over the clearing in the woods behind them, a red-painted Thunderhawk was slowly descending...

After struggling to drag Herbert for several kilometers and confirming that there were no pursuers, Levan finally stopped. After finding a nearby hiding spot, he began to clean up Herbert's body.

However, after carefully examining his whole body, Levan was delighted to find that the gunshot wound on Herbert's body was not fatal:

None of the five general-purpose bolter shells hit the target fatally. They only left deep bullet marks on Herbert's shoulder armor and abdominal cavity. However, the steel stone warhead was still embedded in the armor and did not explode. Organs and limbs inflicted damage.

The three heavy bolt shells that hit the torso, after penetrating the ceramite armor, were miraculously blocked by the two-finger-wide adamantine skeleton;

Only one heavy bolter shell penetrated the chest armor and exploded twice. However, its most deadly shrapnel only caused severe deformation of the adamantine armor frame. As a result, Herbert's chest ribs were broken and the bone spurs pushed back, causing rupture and hematoma in both lung lobes.

After nervously dealing with Herbert's injury, Lewand sighed with relief. It was not so much that Herbert was knocked unconscious, but that the high-intensity fighting in recent days had brought his body to its limit, and his lungs The gunshot wound only activated his self-protection mechanism...

"There is still hope..." Levan opened the broken armor on Herbert's chest, then took out the dagger from his waist and slowly cut it into the skin. After seeing the two purple-black lungs, he used only his own The remaining spiritual energy can close their arteries and blood vessels...

Three hours later, after Levan had used up all the hormones in the power armor of both men, Herbert finally woke up with a hard breath.

"Are you awake?" Lewan asked.

"Probably..." Herbert coughed twice subconsciously, and then asked Lewandowski:

"Where's the stuff?"

"Lost..." Lewand replied.

"So we failed?" Herbert was lying on the ground, his vision penetrated the barrier of the woods.

Lewand knew where he was looking, but he didn't want to answer at this time.

"Probably..." Levan looked at the psychic fluctuations over the distant hive city, and gave the same answer as Herbert a few seconds later.

That huge and evil power was awakening, and when the evil ritual prop was recovered by the Word Bearers and most of the Blood Ravens were sacrificed, no one could stop it from coming to the world.

In the distant hive city, countless lives imprisoned in dark rooms are being slaughtered, spreading the vision to the entire Padilla Galaxy, and even three galaxies including Shadow and Hess, an unprecedentedly huge sacrifice circle. , are starting to operate at the same time.

The stacked power increases exponentially every time it reaches a critical point. Such a subtle and powerful power is the last thing Erebus relies on when facing a original body. trump card.

Buzz!

The violent energy fluctuations finally reached their extreme, and the branches of the four magic arrays on thirty planets in the three galaxies were finally activated.

The huge power of the subspace was like a natural disaster, causing changes in the celestial phenomena on thirty worlds at the same time. When this power accumulated to its peak, it pushed the dark tide covering the entire Janmoro sector to a peak beyond everyone's imagination several years in advance...

At this time, Erebus passed through the layers of secret passages under the ruins of the church and arrived in front of the legendary portal.

The staff behind him was called by the power from afar at this moment, and the whole staff body floated from his back. Under the operation of the surging power, the material of the staff body made a creaking sound under the heavy load.

Calvin also stopped in the distance. The blessing of Hyperion was warning him frantically, and the red pointer of the Erebus clock was shaking at a very fast speed.

It was a power that could easily tear apart reality and destroy the entire planet. It could also attract a ray of the consciousness of the gods in a breath, and summon the chips of their direct demon army from the battlefield where the gods fought bloody battles.

"Are you scared?" Erebus was finally no longer nervous. After getting a breath, he turned back and looked greedily at the huge body.

The huge power was shining with him with the staff as the center. This power was also increasing every moment due to the awakening of the magic circle in the distance, and there was no end at all.

All the waiting was no longer tormented at this moment, and all the fear and hesitation began to become sweet after Calvin showed cautious retreat.

At this time, Erebus seemed to have obtained the boundless power in advance, and the power and authority manifested by this power in the mortal world were truly affecting the man who made him flee all the way.

A Primarch... an existence that he once dared not look directly at but could only guide, and on the stone wall next to him, within reach, was the eternal door leading to the secrets of the gods that made him dream.

The power in his body was still growing, so that his mortal body began to mutate under the majestic power of the warp:

The hot plasma like lava was pumped out from his heart, and the sound of bone growth that made people's teeth ache exploded in his old body;

The sharp and crystal black nails spread from his fingers; the red scales began to replace his pale and wrinkled skin;

The hunched figure was re-filled and upright because of the iron-like muscles; the turbid eyes and disgusting bald head were also covered by the evil red light and the slender and winding magic horns.

"But it's too late..." Erebas had almost obtained all the visions of the demon prince in the mortal world, and while announcing his victory to Calvin, he instantly swung the staff in his hand!

The irresistible force surged and solidified Calvin's body, and Erebas took out the gorgeous and strange sacrificial knife at his waist with his other empty hand, and walked towards the original body...

Ding!

A sudden sound like glass breaking caused Erebas, who was already in demon form, and Calvin, who was about to break free, to stop at the same time.

In the psychic perspective of the Primarch, a small but obvious stagnation suddenly occurred on the Chief Priest's already perfect magic trajectory!

The originally huge and perfect energy trajectory began to fluctuate at this time and was rapidly increasing!

"This?" Expressions of surprise, hesitation, confusion and even fear appeared on Erebas' face in a few seconds. He couldn't understand why the magic circle that had already started to run would have problems at this critical moment.

In the desolate world of the distant Padilla galaxy, two survivors of the Blood Raven were making detailed inventory preparations for the upcoming wilderness survival:

"This thing is useless..."

"Then throw it away."

"This one is useless too."

"Throw it away."

"This one... eh? Where did you get this one?" Lewan looked at a gloomy and weird crystal amulet and raised his head to ask in the direction of Herbert.

"Which one?" Herbert, who was fighting with a pair of flints, looked back and pointed at the hive city in the distance: "Oh, it was smooth when I came out from there. It's the tradition of the regiment, you know!" Update.