The last airport of Sondheim 5, the last safety zone that has not been eaten by Tyron, was covered with Tyron's body in front of the last safety gate of the last boarding passage.
Every time Malakin waved the Bloody Blade, it would bring more viscous blood like syrup, and every drop of alien blood falling from the Blade of Honor of the Battle Chapter would create more purple bruises on the land full of spore dust.
During the killing, he tried hard to swallow the saliva accumulated in his mouth, avoiding the executioner who was waving the huge sharp blade, and then swung the sharp blade again, feeling that the weapon had already slashed into the opponent's arm deeply - but when he pulled away from the bloody broad blade, the wound left behind only seemed to scratch the chitin covering the alien body.
Poison gas and acid smoke burned his lungs, but he still insisted.
How long has it been?
6 hours?
10 hours?
A whole day?
A whole year?
A century?
The concept of time has been confused by cruel battles, death and destruction, with four companies and tens of thousands of militia retreating from the first line of defense to the second, third, fourth, and even the last one now.
How many people have sacrificed?
He could no longer remember that Space Marines and mortals were treated equally by the insect tide. They worked hard and fought hard, but all they got was despair...
But they still had to fight and die generously, just to save more people. Even if these people go to orbit, their fate is still uncertain. The remaining warships may not be able to save so many people.
But he tried his best, and he had experienced this despair and frustration, but he had no choice.
He could not become a better angel, and the battle group seemed to have only constant decline and sacrifice in his hands...
Did he really do something wrong?
When will Kiliman arrive in Terra?
Images of destruction burned in his mind, surrounded by traitors in black armor, and demons twisting in the corners—
No! He is the Abyss Watcher!
He is Malakin Foros!
Now, the task of revenge for the dead has fallen on him.
The Lord of the Crying One gritted his teeth and resisted the growing dark hallucination in his mind. He jumped up with the help of the jet pack behind him. This time he clasped his hands and inserted the bloody broad blade into the executioner's head and pierced through the skull.
The executioner struggled violently, but was avoided by Malakin. At this time, his skills, speed and strength were several times that of the past.
First there was a creaking sound, followed by a wet break, and the executioner's head fell into the soil uselessly.
The headless monster corpse rushed into his kind under the influence of the remaining nerves, and trampled on several knife bugs before falling down.
When Malakin landed, there was a deep wound on the side of his neck, and his left cheek was covered with blood, but he didn't care, because the wound healed quickly, but his face became even more red.
At this time, there were no living people around him, only countless corpses. All the militiamen would either evacuate or die in battle. The Space Marines would continue to help the last group of refugees evacuate under the forced demand of Malakin. The window created by the Mother of Tears' last assault was narrowing. The Tyron's biological warship would soon block this gap, but there were still two transport ships that did not take off.
But the wailers will not give up on refugees, nor will they give up on their commanders, they will return soon, but Malakin does not want them to see their ugly appearance, nor does he want them to know that the battle group has been shrouded in a darker fate.
He could only let someone weld the gate from inside, and in the future they would choose a new commander of the battle, a new Abyss Watcher.
"Every creature will die at my feet before the black rage dissolves."
Malakin mumbled in a low voice, standing on the stairs leading to the gate, with countless wreckage of Tyron at his feet.
Suddenly, the swarm of insects scattered, and the shadow of a giant enveloped Malakin.
It has an Astat nearly three times the height. The countless blurred marks on the thick chitin carapace are proven by its battles. In addition to the dark purple carapace, its horns, dorsal spines and rib plates are all weird bright yellow, with a foul smell of sulfur. It has four strong arms, all holding huge purple-gold bone blades more than three meters long.
As it walks, the earth trembles, and the malice it conveys can even stir static ripples in the air.
The tyrant of the insect nest, Malakin's "old opponent", had a deep crack on its bright yellow forehead bone plate, which was an attack from Malakin.
That time, they might have tied, but in fact, Malakin knew that he was not the opponent's opponent.
But now, it's different.
Perhaps because of the change of prey, the tyrant who had completely aroused the desire to hunt was to devour this difficult little thing himself. It drank all the Tyran creatures around it, and then roared a charge.
Although subject to the Gestalt thinking of Tyrann Zerg, the tyrants of the Hornet have a more complete self-awareness. As the "senior commander" of the Tyran Zerg front, they are given more autonomy in order to achieve their special positioning, which makes them react much faster on the battlefield than the will of the Hornet, and make corresponding tactical commands and adjustments to the situation of the war. They can even learn lessons from mistakes, dwarfing the best strategists in the galaxy. At the same time, they also have terrible spiritual powers, releasing spiritual energy in battle to inspire the swarms and destroy enemy morale and thoughts.
But accordingly, they will also have their own "personality". This tyrant's most hobby is to destroy the most powerful opponent one-on-one on the battlefield. He is a greedy gladiator and will let the swarm leave the strongest to it.
Maragin raised his head, facing the towering tyrant of the worm nest, only another huge existence reflected in his pupils, a giant holding a sharp claw and a warhammer, shrouded in the dark energy.
Welcome, brother, finally here.
"Everyone has a death, brother."
The heavy steps splashed the corpse dust. It jumped up and crashed into Malakin with its body, and the huge bone knife slashed downwards.
With the support of the terrifying power of the tyrant, even the heavy tank will be torn apart by the bone blade (very divine).
But Malakin is no longer the prey it encountered last time.
He is the hunter now.
"He is coming! You cannot admit the wrong voice, nor can you admit the intentions in it."
In the flash of lightning falling from the bone blade, Malakin ignited his backpack and left his position. When the bone blade shattered the metal staircase, his sword covered the decomposition field and burned like fire, and slashed towards the tyrant's neck.
Chapter completed!