"The traces of this blasphemy-"
The Ascetic, wearing the power armor of bone white and black, pushed the corpse at his feet with his armor boots. His face was hidden under a helmet carved into a skull shape, but his voice had already shown his attitude.
The twisted corpses of these apologists on the ground are just victims of the torment of desire by worshippers of Slaanes.
Magyar studied the corpse of the apologists. The modified soldier's face was swollen strangely, as if something was spreading them from the inside, and his right hand was already embedded in his carapace, with carapace-like spikes covering his skin like curved nails.
He did not wear a helmet, his face was covered with pale old scars, his delicate Terminator's power armor was carved into bone-like shapes, and his silver armor was commensurate with his terrifying dreadlocks and forked beard. This whole image is the embodiment of death.
The warriors wearing dark Terminator Power Armor stood on both sides of Magyar, with their faces hidden in the death mask carved into howling skulls with peeled skin. After joining the Alliance of Suffering, they obtained through the forging of the world and seized by fighting. The number of Terminator of Ascetics' Terminator has risen sharply, and almost the entire entire company has become the Terminator company.
“Look at death as a kind of mercy,”
The Lord of Ascetic stood up, and the huge and heavy Terminator Power Armor did not hinder his predator-like elegance. With rich experience, he recognized the guy who caused these weird damage.
In order to defend against the vast area, the entire battle group had to be divided into several parts and stationed in different places. Magyar led the first company as a reserve team to quickly support emergency locations in the defense zone through various teleportation platforms in the Star Fort.
It was originally supposed to be guarded by more than 20,000 escort soldiers and armed servants, but ten minutes ago, there was no news again when the military priest sent a signal for help. Mazar immediately led the company to check.
In fact, he had already expected that the defenders here might be over, so he had mobilized a new batch of troops in advance, but before that, he had to lead the company to stabilize the defense.
The focus is on the No. 28 Energy Transmission Center, which is related to the energy regulation of the defense of one-quarter automatic weapons in the entire Area A.
In the process of going deep into the entrance of the transmission center, they had met some crazy cultists. Those who were injected with a large number of addictive drugs rushed towards the Terminator like brainless moths to fight fire. Even if they were killed in an orderly manner, they still tried to cut open the shoddy weapons and smash the hard armor.
During the battle, Magyar had noticed the smell of pink and purple spreading from the various vents, and could also hear a chorus of terrible and painful wails and pleasant screams and moans from afar.
Mortals who inhaled these gases would probably immediately turn into crazy people with tears and laughter.
"The trick of the fallen man."
Zdeno, the director of the Ascetic think tank, whispered, hiding the ridicule of disgust under his helmet.
"bring it on."
Magyar strides forward.
"Let's see what tricks these heretics bastards do."
The ascetics climbed a huge arc-shaped staircase, with the bodies of many apologists and cultists lying on the stairs, and damaged combat robots. Traces of burning and explosions can be seen everywhere on the guardrails and steps. Obviously, a fierce battle has been experienced here.
Soon they stepped on another shorter staircase, which led them to a spacious circular hall, where some surviving apology and combat robots stood at the entrance of the hall, and they showed no hostility and said nothing after seeing the ascetic.
Magyar did not see the priest in the army. He guessed that the one might have died in battle, and only these guards were still executing the final command - defense, waiting for reinforcements.
The hall was surrounded by arrays of contemplators, with many cables tangled up above, and a huge imager in the middle, passing through a large amount of data and oozing out a miserable green light.
Standing here, you can hear the rumbling sound of cannons in the distance, roaring tirelessly, Magyar could not tell whether the fire came from the defender or the invader.
It doesn't matter, they are now trying to keep here.
The rumble sounded again, but this time it was much closer, and the sound of heavy combat boots stomping on the rocky floor.
"hidden."
Magyar ordered, pointing to the nearby array of meditators, which were as high as ten meters and could easily hide even the huge Terminator armor.
After a moment, the huge figure walked under the lights at the other end of the corridor.
Their shiny dark purple armor was covered with indescribable filth, and their helmets were of various styles, but without exception, they all carried the symbols of the Prince of Darkness, and there were also physical mutants, such as one of them with a pair of twitching insects forelimbs, and the other's jaws were pushed open by a large number of tentacles.
Hundreds of Chaos Space Marines walked into the transmission center with great swagger and sang the ode to Slaanes with their sharp and smooth voices. After seeing the sign of lightning and a dagger crossing on their shoulder armor, Mazar recognized the identity of the Slaanes War Gang-
Blasphemer.
These fallen warriors were blasphemy against the emperor, and all the ascetics suppressed the anger that wanted to tear open the bodies of these animals.
Soon, the leader of the blasphemer, Eyegebeni Daly, walked in with graceful steps, holding the sword in one hand and dragging a body of a priest who had been stripped of all metal and skin, leaving only a little flesh and blood, but not yet completely dead.
After entering the control center, Eyegerbeni Daly glanced around, then a frivolous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The white face with a lot of cosmetics was like a stage actor. Then he threw the priest's body to the ground, shook his hair gently, and smiled:
"Stop hiding, come out, let's have fun."
"Do it!"
Realizing that hiding was meaningless, Lord Magyar whispered, and then the Terminators stepped out of the shadows and opened fire while advancing.
The battle group flag bearer Artsanas raised the battle group flag, and for the past two centuries he took that flag to participate in every expedition of the Ascetic Company 1, the skulls of various alien races, and the skulls of the traitors seized from the evil fortress of the Emperor's enemy, were tied with thick black chains and hung on the flagpole, jingling as he moved.
On the other hand, the prepared believers of Slaanes immediately opened fire, and a large number of crazy believers and medicine slaves rushed out from all over the place.
The explosive bombs and plasma whizzed through, and some explosive bombs hit the Terminator's armor, but the elite veterans of the Ascetic almost did not retreat at all under the violent impact, and continued to advance ruthlessly as if nothing had happened.
Chapter completed!