[Barr]
A corner of the once magnificent church was blown open, and sunlight shone through the broken ceiling, shining on the angel sculpture with a calm face, and cracks appeared from above.
The archangel shook his wings, stood in the light, placed his sword on the ground with both hands, and closed his eyes slightly to take a nap.
His Holy Blood Guards stood beside him, their blood-red armor gleaming, ready for battle.
There are still countless wars of varying sizes breaking out on this planet, but they have been controlled by the Blood Angels in the deserts that do not involve important areas.
And now... After eight weeks of bloody battles, the angels needed a little rest.
All he needed was... three minutes of sleeping standing up.
The golden and red chains that decorated the archangel's wings were no longer there. Instead, there were dried bloodstains. Some feathers were knotted, forming a lump in the bloodstains.
The archangel frowned slightly in his sleep, which made him even more majestic.
At the first minute and eight seconds, hurried footsteps broke the silence in the church.
He is the commander of the Holy Blood Guard, Azkalon, a subordinate of Sanguinius, and the complete opposite of Amit the Flesh Tearer.
When Azkalon was about to reach the Archangel's location, which was the first minute and thirteen seconds of the Archangel's sleep, the Archangel opened his eyes tiredly.
Speak,
Sanguinius said,
[I saw something in my dream—I think this is why you came.]
In a strange dream he foresaw the approach of his allies.
Please, Archangel, pray deeply, deeply,
God-Emperor, it is Horus, Son of Horus, please.
If it is Horus, then they will light the light of human civilization again in Baal.
Horus has command of all armies, control of billions of Forge Worlds, and, more importantly, he is a close friend of Sanguinius.
Sanguinius had sent distress signals towards the Sons of Horus countless times, and he had also expected Horus to come countless times.
God-Emperor... Sanguinius sighed inwardly, please it must be Horus.
Even... Fulgrim.
The Archangel's blood-red eyes stared at Azkalon, waiting for his words.
Azkalon bowed briefly.
"In the name of the Emperor, in the name of the Archangel, my father, according to the reconnaissance of the automatic scanning array, multiple fleets suddenly appeared at Mandeville Point."
The archangel looked at him gently.
[Which legion is it? ]
[Sir, it is the First Legion and the Eighth Legion.]
For a moment, Azkalon seemed to see the brokenness beneath the angel's smiling face, but it was just an illusion. The archangel still smiled gently at his offspring.
A feather fell from his calmly folded wings. Since the Astronomican was extinguished, the Archangel has been molting more frequently.
Conrad Curze and Leon Johnson…
Sanguinius thought with a smile, just fire the macro cannon at them.
He would rather it was Mortarion who came.
After a brief collapse, the Archangel began to move, hoping... at least... maybe... he should have more faith in his brothers.
However, what he saw afterwards cruelly told him that this was a delusion.
The archangels will deeply understand what it means that "suffering is endless."
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[Rubbish!!!]
[madman!!!!]
The lion roared and pushed away Koz who was trying to grab him. He was breathing heavily, and there was not much air left in the cabin.
Everything just now seemed to happen in an instant, a huge explosion, and then the ship disintegrated. Curze was completely crazy! He fucking blew up a Glorious Queen!
Without Geller standing, the tides of the Warp lashed against them unchecked through the cracks in the cabin.
A big hole was blown out at the exit of the corridor.
The gravity system was completely out of control. With the chaotic air pressure system, people floated up, but were then blown to pieces by the violent airflow and sucked away by the big hole.
The lion held tightly onto a ventilation duct embedded in the wall, and with his other hand he held Conrad Curze tightly - he could not let this damn traitor escape again.
Conrad Koz was screaming crazily, his black pupils even began to turn white. Leon was extremely grateful that Koz was not wearing armor, otherwise Koz, wearing power claws, would definitely tear the lion's arm into pieces.
There was a low, whispering sound in his ears, and the lion had seen it all before in the forest of Caliban.
He roared angrily, trying to calm the frantic Koz.
Koz's tears were dragged by the air current and fell towards that direction. That was where Fulgrim was last seen. The Lord of the Night seemed to be trying hard to leave with Fulgrim.
The Phoenix will be fine, Lion thought. The Emperor's Children's ship is over there, and Fulgrim is the Primarch.
If the Primarch died so easily, he wouldn't be the Primarch anymore.
Finally, after what seemed like a moment or a long time, the warp spat them out in disgust.
On the wreckage of the ship they were on, the gravity system suddenly started working again, and with a bang, the two Primarchs fell to the ground.
After this battle, Leon's armor was almost completely broken, and except for the sword in his hand, he was now reduced to the same level as Curze.
The lion roared in extreme anger. This kind of scene had never appeared in his previous plan - this should have been an easy boarding battle, instead of the prey exploding first.
Even fell into the subspace rift!
After Fulgrim disappeared, Curze went completely crazy. He gave up everything and tried to attack Leon regardless of the consequences. Frost had already formed on his severed arm.
The Lord of Caliban fought back, and they fought each other in the chaotic cabin. Leon was sure that Curze had knocked out two of his teeth.
Let me correct you, the gravity system is not working. In fact, the gravity system of the Nightfall is as crazy as its owner. In this half-broken cabin, the gravity increases and decreases.
This adds a lot of viewing pleasure to the asymmetric free fight between the two primarchs.
They floated in the air for a moment, twisting and sliding, trying to punch each other, and because there was no support, the lion had to grab Curze with one hand and then punch him in the face with the other.
They clung to the ground for a while, gravity pressing them down. The ventilation pipes and light tubes, unable to bear the weight, were pulled down from above their heads by gravity and then smashed by their heads.
While they were fighting at the same time, the air circulation system and temperature control system of the cabin broke down completely. The air became thinner and the temperature kept dropping.
In the end, the gravity was reversed, and Leon, who was pressed against the ceiling, spat with his face turned sideways. The broken teeth and blood foam were smeared into a thin pool on the ceiling by gravity.
The long and intense fighting, the difficult environment, the trip to the Warp, and the injuries had pushed the two Primarchs to the brink of their limits.
In the gravity that made the entire cabin creak, the lion struggled to stand up and climbed towards Curze - the Lord of the Night seemed to have fainted, but it was possible that he had not and this was just his disguise.
He climbed, leaving a bloody trail on the ceiling.
Curze gurgled, almost there—
Leon heard some sound, like footsteps, or like the sound of something slapping.
He turned his head and saw a pair of golden helmet boots standing on the edge of the big hole, like a bird with half a foot in the void.
Sanguinius had a gloomy face as he stepped into the cabin step by step. The huge gravity made his footsteps unusually heavy.
With every step, feathers fell from his wings, like stones falling to the ground.
As if he couldn't bear it any longer, the angel turned his head, raised the spear in his hand, and stabbed at a wall in the cabin.
Bang!
As gravity disappeared after being completely destroyed by the Archangel, Leon and Koz suddenly jumped up and rushed towards each other.
[Stop it!!!]
The archangel shouted, and his empty, outstretched hand slightly retracted. A golden spear that was about to pierce through the bulkhead suddenly appeared between Leon and Koz, just brushing past the two men who were about to wrestle with each other.
The archangel took a deep breath. He saw Curze and Leon turned their heads towards him. After a brief glance, the two men rushed towards each other again.
They even seemed to hope to snatch the spear that the angel had just thrown.
The angel had a dark face, and his expressionless face made him look like a real god of war. The wings behind him spread out, and the angel slowly drew out his sword.
Now a fight is needed.
The Archangel thought.
Yay!
(End of this chapter)