Tyros, the former Soul Drinker commando captain, strolled through the blood-stained passages of the Vengeance. The gang-hopping battle had been going on for more than an hour. Although the team he led was part of the second wave of offensive, the reorganized defense lines within the ship still punished the invasion.
Red pirate troop.
Beside Tyros, the two squads fired respectfully and cautiously at a distance while protecting his flanks as they advanced, their bolters tearing at the shattered enemy lines.
This warrior who had died and resurrected remembered their names and recognized each piece of armor, but he felt particularly strange to the brothers who commanded him as a commander.
During a raid on the Mechanicum's mineral world, Tyros was seriously injured by an Electro-priest and his hands were twisted off. He only saved his life by dragging him to safety by an apothecary.
During his recuperation, Tyros's spirit began to fission, and the cursed blood of the Second Legion began to resurrect in his body. From then on, he was no longer a holy Astartes warrior, and began to mutate towards chaos step by step.
To this day, he is second only to Sarpedon and is the person in the warband who has been mutated the most under the influence of Chaos.
The mutation brought about by the power of chaos first strengthened his resilience, allowing him to recover quickly no matter how serious the injury he encountered, and then greatly strengthened his muscle function and allowed him to use rudimentary psychic powers.
This made Tyros truly realize what power was, something that the Emperor could never give him.
But now he is fighting not only because of hatred, but also because the curse of subspace is screaming around him.
Dark thoughts were disturbing his mind.
He is not only fighting for himself, but also fighting for the power of Chaos. Only in this way can he obtain more powerful power.
"go ahead!"
The feet covered with armor and claws crushed the corpse with its huge weight. The automatic cannon on the Terminator's right arm kept firing, blasting holes in the defenders' defense line one after another, but these people were affected by him.
The attraction of the blasphemous figure rushed forward regardless of his own safety, just to destroy the Terminator armor that was corrupted by the warp.
Maybe there was a part of him that wanted them to succeed, just a small part, a part of his heart that remained dead silent when the fighting happened.
There is no joy here. Telos has never experienced joy in battle, but the thrill of battle can make him focus and concentrate on external affairs.
"Oooo!!"
An Ogryn armed with a chain saw and battle ax roared towards the Terminator. Tyros pushed him down against the wall and crushed the opponent's head to pieces with his indestructible power punch.
The blood in Ogryn's strong body was evaporated by the moving electric light. Then Tyros ignited the flamethrower on the glove, covering the monster in liquid fire, and the flesh and blood of the poor guy who had been crushed to death long ago was
Partially cooked.
The next second, he threw the charred corpse into the enemy lines in front, lamenting their indifference in showing no interest in this sophisticated killing technique.
O Mighty Destroyer, this war is really boring.
"Captain Tyros."
A voice came from the communication network,
It was not easy for him to pay attention to the voice in the communicator, and the war that was heating up did not help at all.
"Lord Garmo Zejie has new orders."
The automatic cannon smashed a captain to pieces, and the soldier fell to pieces into the crowd, but hundreds of soldiers shouted and continued to fire.
"What else happened?"
"Sir, the legion commander requires you to leave the gang jumping area immediately and lead all teams back to the Thunderhawk gunship."
Disgust was like a ghost, accompanied by a ray of bitterness that penetrated Telos's body. A defender who was throwing grenades in front was quickly beaten into a pile of mud. Then Telos rotated his axis, the power fists straightened, and several
Mortals who tried to attack were beaten back among their comrades, long since broken into pieces.
"We have penetrated deep into the enemy ship!"
Tyros roared, his pain emerging on the communication network.
"We cannot retreat, we are already winning."
"The Stone Fortress is here, the Dark Angel is here, and the Gray Knights are here."
"Is this Sarpedon's decision?"
"Yes, the Legion Commander has already warned the Black Legion."
Tyros curved his power fist gauntlet in front of him and unleashed a wall of fire from the flamethrower. The two squads beside him advanced with bolters and swords under his protection.
Then, the Terminator slowed down, slowly turned around, and observed.
Noises surrounded him, noises that had never been heard because of the rotation of his joints and the roar of weapons, and physical bullets hitting his shell like a heavy rain.
"The Black Legion is fighting alongside us, should we abandon them?"
"The legion commander has his own arrangements."
What Tyros hates about Sarpedon is that he doesn't like this sneaky guy, ever since he was a Soul Drinker.
After a few seconds of silence, the former Soul Drinker veteran roared, punched hard, fired, and the loudspeaker on the armor roared loudly.
"Everyone, retreat! Get back to the ship!"
The same order quickly spread to most of the red pirate troops who had jumped gangs. Only a small number of them did not receive the message at all and were still fighting hard on the enemy's side.
Soon, most of the troops dispersed by the Red Pirates returned to the Heart of Hatred, and the officers were called to the bridge for a meeting.
Rows of control panels and monitors all activated, reprogrammed by heretical technology Bishop Ann and operated by Machine Park.
A huge screen is connected to the Red Corsair strike cruiser Death Shadow of the same formation, showing the cabin with the same function on the opposite side.
A huge table projected a broken green image, showing the entire battlefield and the battleships surrounding it.
Suddenly, an angry red light and shadow flashed, and the second fleet appeared not far from the battlefield, but no more details were shown.
"There is no value in continuing the fight."
Garmo Zejie (Sarpedon) strolled to the projection table and pointed at the image with his pale hand.
"Look at a giant stone fortress, two battle carriers, four strike cruisers, and the Gray Knight's cruiser. This is an overwhelming force."
"We already know the opponent's number very well, but what we don't understand is why they came so quickly and by such a coincidence. Someone assured us that no other fleet would appear."
Tyros stood opposite Garmo Zejie, looking at the possessed former think tank, and the differences were clearly visible.
"The Thousand Sons Wizard lied to us, he must have known it for a long time."
A soldier loudly accused him, aiming directly at Tubek, who was sitting on a chair not far away.
But the other party just smiled and didn't respond.
Garmo Zejie then refuted the speaker.
"Why would he lie when he himself is in danger?"
"Those wizards have evil intentions, and I don't trust them at all."
As early as when Garmo Zejie decided to cooperate with the Thousand Sons, many people expressed dissatisfaction. After all, the reputations of these people were not considered good in the eyes of fear.
Without the support of Adansos, it would be difficult for Garmo Zejie to carry out his plan.
Fortunately, he had already prepared for this kind of opposition.