[My descendants, the words of false gods are vulnerable. Blasphemers pretend to be noble and arbitrarily decide our survival. Now, attack and drag those who are spurned by the gods into hell.]
Heavy footsteps sounded on the deck of the Word Bearers. Angertai ran madly towards the area where the aircraft carriers were docked. The sudden situation made his mind chaotic, but he knew what he should do. Lorgar's scepter was flashing a dim light in his hand.
Lorgar was not aboard the Word Bearers' ship, the Glorious Queen, or the Law of Faith. Angertai knew this, but he was certain that the Lord of the Underworld was unaware of it.
Angertai swallowed nervously. He remembered the oppressive feeling from behind. He could at least do something...
He frantically adjusted the communication channel of his helmet, but the electronic warfare at the beginning of the naval battle only made him make crackling noises. The voices of the Lord of the Underworld and the Primarch seemed to come from the other side of the distant shore, with distorted illusions.
"34-7, come here! Come here!"
Angertai shouted, waving at the furious ship at the edge of the deck. He could hear the frightened and confused breathing of the mortal pilot inside.
"Open the hatch and let me in!"
Angertai gave the order without hesitation. He jumped up roughly and ordered the pilot to set sail. Sporadic beams of light were already lighting up in the distance, and someone in the Primarch had begun to attack.
After a brief respite, the light of the macro cannon came on.
Anglete hammered the bulkhead in annoyance. The 34th Company he was in did not launch an attack. In fact, the battleship was sailing away from the center of the battlefield. This was the biggest concession they had made under Anglete's persuasion.
"Go to those black ships! Turn on the surrender signal!"
Angelte roared. He felt the Roar's hull tremble slightly, the engine roared, and the scene on the deck rapidly receded.
Angletai tried to open his communication again. He regretted that he had never made friends with the technical sergeants within the Word Bearers. This was the consequence of not making friends with heretics.
They began to rise into the air, and Angletai saw the chaotic formation of the Word Bearers, who were gritting their teeth. He saw the ships that were frozen in place - he didn't know whether they were really locked in the initial signal battle, or they were just unwilling to make a choice, and the choice meant a price.
Some ships began to try to attack the black ships that were cutting a hole in the Word Bearers array at full speed, but with the rest of the ships in chaos and lack of overall command, their attack was not very effective, and there were even other Word Bearers ships blocking their path of attack.
The torpedoes screamed and streaked foolishly through the void, but because of the calculation of the trajectory and the need to avoid friendly ships, they could only reach their destination after the rapid dark passing by - there was no target to attack, and the torpedoes continued to move forward relying on inertia and remaining fuel. Angeltai looked at the ships on the opposite side of the array in disbelief as they were in chaos to avoid these torpedoes that had missed the target.
For a moment, Angertai felt great sadness. When did the Word Bearers he was so proud of become like this? But on the other hand, Angertai sighed that their stupidity did not lead to a more painful price.
He didn't know which emotion made him sadder.
The Fury was gliding and bumping, and Anglete could feel the embarrassment of the unlucky pilot he had chosen. Long-distance communications were cut off, and short-distance communications could not promptly notify the ships that were blocking their path ahead.
Angertai gritted his teeth and growled.
"Go to the Law of Faith!"
He stared at the speeding black ships. Even though they were far away, those skinny behemoths were moving quickly in his sight.
"... don't resist, don't..."
The voice still echoed intermittently in Angletai's helmet, which made Angletai even more anxious.
But there was nothing he could do except pray.
Angertai took a deep breath. The Fury he was on was shuttling from the side of the Word Bearers towards the Law of Faith. After Angertai ordered the pilot to change the target, the pilot was obviously relieved. At least it meant that he did not have to actively expose himself to the "enemy's" range.
Anglete tried to open his communication channel for the last time. He tried desperately to contact those ships, but failed again. The enemy's electronic attack cut off the communication between ships.
Then Angertai closed his eyes, placed Lorgar's scepter on his forehead, and began to pray.
Amid the chaos within the Word Bearers fleet, no one noticed a small Fury heading towards the Law of Faith.
———
The battleship jolted violently.
Angelte opened his eyes and saw the battleship gliding. He knocked on the bulkhead, signaling to open the hatch.
Dazzling light shone in from the gap in the door, and cold air currents squeezed through his power armor. Without hesitation, Angertai jumped off the Fury, which was still flying low over the deck and trying to land. He landed suddenly on the ground like a cannonball, and Angertai staggered.
He landed on the dark deck of the Law of Faith, and Angertai heard the shrill alarms roaring, and the chaotic mortal crew squeezed past him, trying desperately to squeeze into a safe corner.
He looked up to see his battle-brothers standing on the deck, yelling at the mortals to return to their posts.
No... In the Word Bearers Legion, most of the mortals also believed in religion. The Primarch's religious reform was too short and urgent. Even most of the warriors in the legion were not convinced, let alone those ignored mortals
But Angertai had no time to sigh. He took a step forward, stretched out his legs, and yelled at the Word Bearer closest to him. He saw that he was from the First Company.
"Hey-"
The next moment—
boom!!!
There was a deafening roar, and the brilliant light on the deck that was like ripples disappeared in an instant. Those were the corpses cast by the lifted void shield. Angertai could clearly feel that the Law of Faith suddenly tilted sideways. There was no time to think about it. He grasped the black spear of punishment behind him with his right hand and ran towards the direction where the loud noise came from.
The crowd fleeing towards him brushed past him, and a huge air wave mixed with the metal cargo on the deck rushed towards him like a tsunami. Angeltai ran, the air wave pushed him heavily, and metal fragments made holes in his armor, but Angeltai's pace did not slow down at all.
He saw other warriors running forward as well—no—Angelte thought, no, their goal was not the same as his.
He yelled at them to leave, but the air wave washed away everything, and the communications disrupted by the ion storm were unusable. All that was left was the huge rustling sound of the wind and the roar of the alarm blown by the wind.
A strong wind blew past, and Angertai rushed into the wall of smoke. The Law of Faith caught fire, and the stench of burning metal drifted past. In a trance, Angertai thought he was running among the ruins of the perfect city.
A bright green figure appeared in the eyepiece. Angertai heard the sound of the grenade launcher firing and saw sparks in the smoke. The battle brother lying at his feet seemed to be asleep.
Angerte's heart suddenly tightened.
There were more and more Word Bearers lying at his feet. There were traces of blood, bullets and plasma on the sides of the outermost ones, but the further in he went, the fewer traces of battle there were.
—even as more and more Word Bearers fell.
Angelte began to pant, perhaps because he was too tired from running from one side of the entire deck to the other. He felt his steps suddenly soften and a numbness came from his right hand. Darkness enveloped him, and the smoke and dust became thicker and thicker, almost becoming a physical barrier.
Angletai panted, and the scepter in his other hand became dimmer.
No—no—Angelte thought, he was dying, and the dim scepter was the only thing that broke his will.
Angertai suddenly took off his helmet, and the thick smoke directly pierced his respiratory tract. He opened his mouth and roared,
"—Silent One, Lord of the Underworld! Please listen to the prayers of your believers!!!"
His loud shouts disappeared directly into the darkness, as if there was no sound at all.
The thick smoke immediately blackened his mouth. Angertai suppressed the urge to cough and continued to shout,
"I ask you in the name of the Primarch Lorgar to redeem the Word Bearers! My father was betrayed by Perturabo and infested by demons! I beg you, the Executioner under the Emperor, to give them the punishment they deserve!!!"
After he finally finished speaking, Angertai began to retch violently. He coughed up a mouthful of thick black saliva and tried to continue speaking.
"—My battle-brothers, in the name of Lorgar, cease fire! cease fire!!!"
As if nothing had happened, Angertai ran desperately in the endless darkness. Even the Word Bearers lying at his feet disappeared. He ran mechanically, but each step became heavier and weaker.
Finally, Angertai couldn't hold on any longer. With a thud, he fell onto the deck. He gasped and coughed, and his drowsiness became stronger and stronger.
He saw the green fluorescence moving faintly in the distance.
Angelte seized this last chance and shouted at the vague figure,
"Lord of the Underworld!!! Please listen to my Lord Luo Jia's plea!!!"
In an instant, the bright light suddenly pierced into his eyes. Angeltai felt all this in surprise. Because of the sudden influx of light, rational tears secreted from the corners of his eyes. Power suddenly began to surge. He looked forward in disbelief and met the gaze of the black-armored figure.
A crackling sound mixed with radio waves came from the emergency communication port on Angertai's chest armor.
"Who are you?"
A cold voice sounded, but the next moment, footsteps sounded from behind Angertai. Angertai saw the Hades raising his eyes on him, and he raised his gun -
Bang!
A Word Bearer holding a gun fell beside Angertai and groaned in pain. Angertai's pupils suddenly dilated and he stared at his companion's struggling body.
After a brief thought, Angertai decisively raised the black stone spear in his hand and hit his groaning companion. He instantly became as quiet as a corpse, but at least he was still alive.
Angertai squatted on the deck. He pulled out the grenade launcher from his waist and threw it on the deck. He held the scepter of the Primarch Lorgar in one hand and a spear in the other. Then he slowly stood up and stared at the existence.
Angerte inserted two long weapons into the deck, as well as the one behind him, and raised his hands.
"Lord of the Underworld! My father Lorgar is not here. He is above Cadia! He is imprisoned by Perturabo!"
Angertai roared, and it was obvious that his actions and words had won him the trust and patience of the Lord of the Underworld - after all, the most critical thing in a boarding battle was time. He could feel the judgmental gaze burning through him, and it lingered for a moment on the Black Stone Spear in confusion and interest.
"Bring your weapons and come here."
A calm voice sounded, and then the Lord of the Underworld continued to move forward without hesitation, entering the interior of the Law of Faith through the gap in the wall that was forcibly cut.
At this time, the team of soulless people behind the Lord of the Underworld appeared in Angelte's sight. Angelte, who was not aware of the characteristics of soulless people, would not know that he had just relied on his willpower to break through the point where even the soulless people would feel uncomfortable.
He gritted his teeth and grasped the weapon at his side. Even if he had to sacrifice himself, even if he was labeled a traitor by the Word Bearers, he would follow.
———
Anglete couldn't catch up with the opponent.
He gritted his teeth and tried to catch up with the heavy and urgent footsteps in the distance, but he could only listen to the sound gradually fading away. The speed of the Hades was fast enough that he could not catch up -
Those soulless beings equipped with black armor also ran beside Angertai. Angertai despised himself for being caught up by mortals, but he was still struggling with the feeling of exhaustion.
The darkness ahead gradually receded and went away. The red-helmeted warriors, who were swallowed by the darkness and then abandoned, lay exhausted on the wall. Angertai hoped they were still alive. He could vaguely hear their breathing. Sometimes, when they were running, the Word Bearers who occasionally struggled would be shot by the Soulless Ones, but the good news was that it seemed that they did not aim at their heads.
The Lord of the Underworld seemed to be familiar with every path on the Law of Faith. He headed straight for the command room with skill, avoiding all ambush points, trap points, and checkpoints that might get him stuck.
Angertai heard thunderous explosions in the distance. It was the Word Bearers blowing up the corridor to stop the invaders from advancing.
But it was all in vain. As if he had anticipated their behavior, as if he had gone through all possible mechanical creations in advance, Pluto's footsteps would always change direction at the next moment.
Finally, when Angelte broke into the command room panting, he saw the Lord of the Underworld who was forcing the captain to turn to the Law of Faith with a gun. The remaining crew members were trembling as they worked in front of the command desk. Several people lay limply on the ground. Angelte recognized that they were the navigator of the Law of Faith.
I hope they are still alive, Angeltai said to himself again, at least the liquid flowing under them is not blood.
The man who was pointing a gun at the captain slowly turned his head, and a scarlet light flashed. Angertai saw a being with a hideous scar running through the left side of his face. The cold mechanical face was expressionless, and on the other side, white hair hung down, and on the pale and calm face, dark eyes like black holes were staring at him.
The Lord of the Underworld was staring at him and even seemed interested in him.
"Go ahead, you have five minutes and seven seconds."
Anglete took a deep breath.
Chapter 4k, yay! Beep beep beep!
(End of this chapter)