After Alvarez approached the target, he found that, as he expected, the city's energy control center had only a few guards.
They were staring in amazement at the jagged black shapes emerging from the clouds, the raptors circling in rapid arcs over the city, their paths intertwining with arrogant precision, carving something in the sky.
Alvarez also noticed his brothers. They held their prey in their hands, or simply hung it on hooks and spikes on their bodies. They just killed wantonly without any purpose at all.
Have they forgotten that the mission always comes first for a Space Marine? Have they fallen so far? The Night Lord has long sworn to overthrow the lies of the Empire, but looking at his greedy, screaming
Brethren, Alvarez wants to know what is driving them now, is it just dark desire?
With this helpless mood, he began to dive.
When the guard standing on the top floor of the energy center wearing simple armor finally noticed him, he had already stretched out his arms, cut between a pair of escaping guards, neatly divided their waists into two, and separated the two guards.
The individual becomes four segments.
When he landed, he turned around, wondering how far their legs would go without any obstruction, but they just tipped over.
"ha!"
Alvarez grinned, turned and walked towards the extended stairs, and said to the buzzing communicator:
"The target has been reached."
But no one responded to him, only those weird howls.
Alvarez responded calmly.
They stood or squatted on the steel beams, wearing midnight blue armor without any trace of decay or depravity. White lightning was engraved on the surface of the armor. On the shoulder armor was a bloody bat-winged skeleton that was hard to see again. But
There is still a strange silver-gray eagle emblem on the chest.
The technical sergeant went all the way down the stairs, killing all the guards he encountered in the middle, and he didn't bother to chase those who escaped.
The black-armored warrior poked the floor with his sword, making a threatening scraping sound.
After a few minutes, a vague and wet voice finally came.
After saying that, the other party started counting down.
Alvarez quickly asked the first question.
As he spoke, he touched the person next to him with his shoulder.
For a brief moment, he thought those brothers who were his finally couldn't help but attack him, but then he realized that these were not his brothers.
Alvarez said nothing.
Suddenly, the opponent took a step forward, and Alvarez subconsciously took a step back. His hand reached for the weapon but did not hold it.
The other one was wearing pitch-black armor, with a bird-head-shaped helmet, and was holding a long black sword.
Although the tone of the other party's order was very unpleasant, people had to lower their heads under the eaves. In order to survive, Alvarez had no choice but to obey. He took off his helmet, revealing the iconic Midnight Legion face and a well-cut black short hair. Although
Although he is a member of the Chaos War Gang, Alvarez has always paid attention to his personal appearance and hygiene. His dark eyes, marble-like cold face and slightly straight nose are enough to be called handsome.
Alvarez glanced around and found that there were at least fifty or sixty people on the other side. He controlled his desire to attack and glanced at the entrance with his peripheral vision.
"yes."
Then, the other party put his hand on his shoulder and said with interest:
"I can allow you to ask three questions, but you have to pay attention. I will also decide your ending based on the questions you ask. You have ten seconds to think."
"Have you always been in Shadowghost?"
The man chuckled upon hearing this, shrugged, and then pointed to the logo on the shoulder armor.
"You're right, so based on the previous attack patterns and processes, I guess there will be a technical sergeant in this warband to shut down the city's energy. Vasco Gore is too obsessed with darkness, even a little bit of flashlight light will
Make it uncomfortable, right?"
"You are--"
Alvarez put away his weapon, then unfolded the mechanical auxiliary arms on the two layers of his backpack, inserted a large number of data lines into the Thinker array, and began to shut down the energy supply in various areas of the city.
The tall warrior with a chain saw and halberd tilted his head after listening to his self-introduction, and then whispered in Nostram:
But if you want to escape, there is nowhere to escape from this place, so there is only one option.
Alvarez put away his weapon.
"Who are you?"
But the legion no longer exists. This is the truth he has always been told. Seeing so many legion soldiers at once was hard for him to accept.
Alvarez also answered in Nostraman.
"Do your own thing and don't ask us again."
"Yeah, look, who fell into the pocket."
"You see, we are the Night Lords, descendants of the former legion who were called traitors. We can also be called brothers, so there are still six seconds, six, five."
"Brothers, I am the technical sergeant of the Shadow Wraith warband, Alvarez, what can I do for you?"
Alvarez glanced at the eagle emblem on the opponent's chest and immediately asked.
"A little bat that can play with machinery, now we have a pharmacist and a technical sergeant."
They are like crows on the dead branches in the cemetery staring at the living. Each one is silent, but each one is staring at Alvarez. The many pairs of scarlet eyepieces in the darkness seem to be examining, or judging.
The moment he raised his head, Alvarez was stunned.
Alvarez hesitated for a moment. He knew that resisting at this time would be a dead end, and this group of people looked very strange. It seemed that they were not the Sons of Night war gang that he knew, but rather like the legions from the past expedition era.
Alvarez cursed secretly, and then turned off the communicator. Discipline no longer existed, and all plans became arbitrary at the moment of action, but he still had to complete his work, and left the boring hunting to
The raptor and his master.
The main control room was as dim as before, with only the fluorescent lights emitted by various screens.
"Because crazy people can't maintain machinery and equipment."
The man slowly walked up to him and seemed to be looking at him carefully. Alvarez was also looking at this soldier who was a full head taller than him. Suddenly the other man said:
"Take off your helmet."
There were also two more figures there. One was wearing a very new model of power armor. The front of the helmet was covered with a skull visor. There were bloody bat wings raised backwards on both sides of the helmet. A huge chain saw halberd was leaning against it.
On his shoulder, this weapon Alvarez had only seen in records, and the commanders of the Legion were very fond of this weapon.
"How long have you served."
But the other party ignored him and just looked at Alvarez.
"One hundred and five years, Standard Terran Time."
So when he came to the main control room, everyone had already fled.
After a few seconds of silence, the man holding the chain saw and halberd circled around him again.
Then, he heard something, abruptly cut the connection, and grabbed the bolter on his lap.
"I will be the priest, and the structure of the war group will be established."
"Ten, nine, eight, seven"
"I didn't expect there to be a normal person among those crazy people and freaks."
"Who do you owe your allegiance to now?"
"Be loyal to your brothers, your blood, and your purpose, so four, three, two—"