She came from the darkness, just like her subordinates.
Walton was the first to see her and tried to shout a warning to the others.
"Small--"
As soon as he shouted, his throat became stuffy.
A spear pierced his breastplate and pierced both his hearts at the same time. Valton's spine
In an instant, a black spear full of one meter long appeared from above.
Until the weapon slipped from his body,
She looked at each of them as they let their bodies sink.
"Do it."
A calm voice played in the Night Lord's helmet,
Everyone immediately started to move.
The Eighth Legion tactics raised their bolters and fired, each firing a barrage of bullets, but none of them could hit her.
Talos fired at the dancing figure, and the explosions in the narrow space seemed like wails in his ears.
With targeting processors on his faceplate and retina display, guiding both his aim and his instincts, the bolter fired furiously under his control, spitting out shells like a flood, only when he had to.
It will only ease when reloading.
While shooting, the Prophet stepped back and loaded another magazine with a crunching sound.
Maybe it was some kind of coincidence that everyone was reloading, all the sense of unity and
The covering fire disappeared instantly.
Talos glanced vaguely around the room, seeing how their firepower was
Destroy every wall without hitting your prey.
Then White Eyes Chris died, his head cut off from his shoulders in full view of everyone.
As the bodies began to fall, Talos immediately raised his fist to stop the death
The brother's spinning helmet hit him.
Then the blood-stained helmet fell to the floor with a clang.
"Damn it!"
The angry Talos immediately fired at the black shadow, aiming at the place marked by the gun indicator, but only more stone products were shattered in the explosion.
She didn't even slow down the killing spree.
In just the blink of an eye, the spear pierced Gorata's waist and cut off his leg.
Almost at the same second, Farovan was also killed. A three-leaf throwing star forged from alien metal and a ball of black fire split his head from the middle.
The two corpses also fell down at the same time, making two loud noises when they hit the stone.
"I'll fuck you long-legged bitch!"
Marku let out a fragrant howl, and his heavy armor arched his back.
Talos looked around calmly and saw a trace of movement on his mask. When he wanted to give a warning, it was already too late.
"Makuchen!"
The next second, the spear was thrust out of Ma Kuchen's back.
Marcus staggered forward, thanks to the artificial muscles at the joints of his armor that kept him from falling.
Then Markushen's bolter rang out again, and then fell from his hand.
When the thrown blade struck Sirion, it struck his horned helmet and large shards of ceramic fell immediately.
Selion was not as stable as Markusen. He stumbled and landed on his hands and knees at the same time, which was heavy enough to make the floor tremble.
Talos saw drops of blood falling on the dark stone floor, pooling between Sirion's trembling hands.
"Taros..."
Valier's voice came out from the communicator again.
"Not now, brother."
Talos already felt like he was going crazy, and he almost yelled when he talked to Valier.
"I just wanted to ask when you were back on the ground-"
"not now!"
After saying that, Talos followed the black shadow with his bolter, but he couldn't catch up at all.
In just a moment, the black shadow was already dancing behind Korosa, and the technical sergeant was the last surviving Third Claw.
Sensing something strange behind him, Korosa turned around and slashed with his howling chainsword.
But he hit nothing.
At the moment Talos took aim, Korosa fell backwards, blood flowing from his severed arm.
"Fucking warp bitch!"
Korosa took two steps, but the backswing of the spear immediately cut him open, and the wet internal organs splashed in front of Talos' visor.
The angry prophet fired over Corosa's shoulder. The loud bang and subsequent guttural sound were the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.
Then, he saw the blurred image transform into a female figure, as tall as their Terminator armor, leaning backwards with her head to the side.
Even his bullets had no effect.
Markusen struggled to get the bolter that fell to the ground. Sirion was still on the ground, but just as Talos fired again, he also
Aimed at one's goal.
Bullets rained down on him, and Talos hoped to see the opponent being torn apart.
But what followed was disappointment, which turned into despair.
A silver crescent arc became blurred in front of the slender banshee Phoenix Lord, and before touching her, bullets exploded one after another.
The Prophet's eyes took a few precious seconds to adjust their speed, until he realized that the opponent was blocking their fire with the blade of his spear.
Use your weapon to shoot down the Astartes' bolters!
It was almost a funny joke, but in front of Talos, it actually happened.
"Um?"
However, Talos's luck did not fall to the bottom after all. She did not scatter them all. A bullet finally landed on her dark armor, but it only exploded.
Talos paused to reload, and Sirion did the same.
But for a moment, they both froze.
The tactical belt is empty, the backpack is empty, but the figure has also disappeared.
Corosa fell to the ground, breaking the sudden silence. After a while, Selion turned around, unwilling to believe that she was gone.
Other sounds followed—
Marcus's strangled breath, Korosa's painful grunt, and the hiss of the cooling muzzle.
"I can't see her."
Sirion said on their squad voice line.
"And I'm out of ammo."
"Me too."
Talos did not check the situation of Korosa and Markushen. When he turned around with Selion back to back, Selion
His eyes never left the wall.
"She's still here, she must be."
"No."
Talos gestured with his fist, and a trail of footprints flowed out of the room and back into the tunnel.
"She's looking for opportunity."
Sirion dropped his twin bolters nonchalantly.
"Then we should do the same."
The servitor waited for them, silent in their numb reverie.
Talos was the first to enter the room and gestured for more slaves to follow him. Their original slaves had all died in the Curse Echo, but after killing the jailer, they had tens of thousands more slaves in the prison.