The gang jumping battle began.

The soldiers of the Iron Float were dispatched en masse.

The commander of the regiment personally sat in the rear as a reserve.

Before the battle situation is clear, the Space Marines cannot come out of the nest, otherwise if the Chaos Space Marines also jump into the warband fleet, they will face several undefended "empty ships", and the jump gang and the anti-jump gang are very important.

The Zero Guild's seven-member squad also made a choice, and they decided to stay on the Suzheng for the time being, observe the Space Marines fighting, and then decide whether or not to participate in the battle.

Inside a cabin.

Augustus took out a pile of spell-casting materials and a scroll from the sorcery cloth bag, tore off the scroll and began to cast a spell, and after the fireworks flew around, he successfully summoned a monster.

A bright green vertical child's eyeball.

Floating in mid-air, looking left and right.

Eye of Kilrog.

A very classic spell for the Warlock class.

Because Augustus was a mage, and this was a sorcerer spell that used the power of shadows, it was necessary to use a spell scroll prepared in advance and a bunch of casting materials to successfully cast it. When the Eye of Kilrog appeared, it was like a bright and blinding green fireball, moving fast, scurrying around the chamber and circling around.

Augustus looked at the chief priest in front of him:

"Kielrog's Eye, I'm sure you're no stranger to this thing, it will follow you, observe the battle, and connect with my vision at the same time, leave it alone."

Tristan nodded.

Augustus snapped his fingers.

The Eye of Kilrog turned on stealth mode and gradually disappeared into the air, but the head priest could always feel the small shadow power attached to it. Shadow is the opposite of the Light, Tristan is a paladin, and others may not be aware of its existence, but he can.

The Zero Guild wanted to observe the whole process of the Space Marines' Jumping Gang, and Augustus was also very good at doing things, so he made this request directly to Fu Qinghai, and expressed his willingness to pay a certain price for it, as a reward for kindly accepting them on board and leading them to understand the Warhammer 40k universe.

Fu Qinghai handed over the errand to Tristan.

At this time, in the captain's room of the Suzheng.

Zuo Feiya, who was disheveled, walked out of the bedroom with a yawn, came to Fu Qinghai's desk and sat down, sleepy-eyed lying on the table, tilting his head and looking up at the irregularly shaped golden crystal floating in front of him, and stretched out a finger to pick the edge of the crystal.

The golden crystals swirled in droplets.

This is the Naru Shard?

Zofia thought to herself.

……

A crimson battle barge.

The Meat Ripper's Retreat is both a museum and a place of worship. The walls are adorned with ancient relics inherited from the Legion, and their sanctity is maintained by a stagnant force field from the Age of Dark Tech. The floor is inlaid with fragments of the armor of the fallen company commanders, telling the story of their deaths. The recovered sword of honor formed a circle around the edge of the pulpit.

Nasir Amit knelt in the middle.

"May the blood guide me."

The Flesh Ripper Leader muttered in a low voice.

In front of him stood two statues.

The Emperor and St. Giles.

"I will wash away my shame with the blood of a traitor."

Nasir Amit looked into the eyes of the statue of the Emperor.

"Please give me strength."

Then he turned to look at the statue of St. Giles:

"Put away my anger and ward off my curse."

Nasir pressed his forehead against the floor.

After the prayer, the Flesh Ripper stood up and put on his helmet.

Nasir walked out of the retreat, and the battle brothers outside had been waiting for a long time, and the leader of the Flesh Ripper said as he walked:

"The Iron Float has already boarded the ship?"

"Yes, they just announced that two Chaos warships are already under their control and asked us not to open fire."

It's fucking fast.

Nasir thought to himself.

It is worthy of a white scar.

"Let's go!"

Nasir Amit ordered in a deep voice.

……

A blind trust-class raider.

Tristan stepped over the threshold into the control room, and quickly moved to the left, a barrage of laser guns shot at him, dense scarlet lasers raining down on his armor, and the Chief Priest raised his explosive pistol and fired two shots into the chest of the two traitorous crew members. They bounced backwards, blood, guts, and bone fragments splattering all over the console. The third traitor then opened fire, but his blaster trembled in his hand, and he could not adjust to the recoil of the blaster, destroying only a bunch of data screens.

"The Emperor's tools serve only his servants."

Tristan casually shot the man.

Then a puddle of visceral lakes on the wall.

Camille followed Tristan into the control room, and he rushed deeper into the cabin, three men blocking his way, and the potion chief knocked them aside with a heavy shoulder, and slashed off two heads with his sword, and with a "bang", the thunderous head hammer killed the third man. In front of him, a panicked renegade crew member was trying to operate a Locke-type missile launcher. Camille tore off the nearest corpse and threw it at the man, knocking him flying from the head. A bomb then burrowed into the traitor's chest, shattering his sternum and causing him to explode entirely.

Tristan put away his blaster pistol.

"There are no Chaos Space Marines here."

The chief of the hermit said to the chief of the potion:

"Isn't it a little disappointed?"

"It's fine."

Camille nodded:

"After all, this is just an escort ship, and it's normal that there are no Chaos Space Marines in charge."

"Activate the teleportation beacon?"

Tristan asked.

"No, I saw a Thunderhawk gunboat parked on the boarding deck, and we might be able to fool them by taking that Thunderhawk gunboat directly to another cruiser."

Camille came up with a bold idea.

The potion is long, this is not enough to kill.

At this point, a voice is inserted into the communication channel:

"Attention all the jumpers, the Flesh Rippers and the Bloodthirsty have dropped the Death Company, several of which have been successfully hit, avoid the targets I have marked, do not board the ship."

It was the voice of the Khan.

At this time, Fu Qinghai sat on the command seat of the Suzheng, observing the entire naval battlefield and thinking about when he would attack.

The Black Angel's little secret is the Fallen Angel, and the Blood Angel's little secret is the Death Company - they will organize the Space Marines who are trapped in the black rage into a special company, paint all the power armor black, spray only a scribbled red cross on the breastplate and shoulder plate, and then send it to the enemy ship as a consumable and death squad in the Jumping Gang torpedo. The fighters of the Death Company kill all living living creatures without distinguishing between friend and foe, and then begin to kill each other to the last man.

The Holy Blood Angel set up the starting point of the Death Company, but he didn't want to execute his own soldiers with his own hands - the Holy Blood Angel Space Marines threw their heads and spilled their blood in order to be loyal to the emperor, but in the end they were executed by the warband priests, which was neither honorable nor honorable, and simply let them all die on the battlefield, which was also a glorious sacrifice. From a utilitarian point of view, the Company of Death can be regarded as a waste utilization - it is too wasteful to work hard to create a Space Marine, and it will go crazy after a few fights, so it is better to use it as high-level cannon fodder. The Holy Blood Angel, who is in a state of black rage, ignores the pain and kills with all his heart, even if the Chaos Space Marines encounter it.

As for whether it is possible to heal the black rage?

Between 31k and 42k, in 10,000 years, there are only two Holy Blood Angels who have erupted into Black Fury and successfully overcome it, one of which is one of the most powerful think tanks in Astarte's history, Mephistophelton, the "Lord of Death".

Tristan picked up the datapad and looked at it:

"Not the cruiser we chose."

"Very well, let's do it."

Camille said with a smile, casually summoned a technical sergeant, and ordered the technical sergeant to take over the control of the blind faith-class raider, set a fixed route and continue sailing, and did not let it stop in place. The two then led the Space Marines to the hangar and found the Iron Warrior painted Thunderhawk gunship. The technical sergeant quickly cracked the mechanical key from the gunboat, and they rushed out of the boarding deck in the Thunderhawk gunboat, heading for the sabotage-class cruiser that sailed side by side.

"Take the initiative to turn on the identification system of friend or foe."

Camille commanded with his hands propped up on the control panel.

The technical sergeant flicked a few buttons as he was told.

Friend or foe were recognized, and the array of close-in weapons on the sabotage-class cruiser did not fire, allowing the Thunderhawk gunboat to fly through the Void Shield and towards the open boarding deck.

Such a smooth ride, perhaps because, at the same time, the other side of the sabotage-class cruiser was suffering from heavy artillery fire. The spears of light came one after another, and the bubbles of the shield trembled. Several crimson Shark assault boats, seizing the brief opportunity between the gaps in the cannon fire, quickly crashed into the hull of the battleship, and the hot melt at the front end exploded through the hull armor, and then plunged into it.

……

The assault boat of the Meat Ripper was stuck in the cruiser.

The sons of St. Giles frantically poured into the breach.

If the ship were to be seen as a human body, then if you cut open the body and skin, you can see that the intricate pipes inside the battleship are like blood vessels, and a large number of traitors are surging in them, armed sailors are like platelets, and iron warriors are like white blood cells, they quickly rush down the blood vessels to the damaged parts of the body, trying to plug the gaps in inflammation and bleeding. The black and gray Iron Warriors collided with the crimson Flesh Rippers, not giving in to each other.

"I curse your god of carrion!"

The Iron Warrior roared:

"Curse you winged xenomorphs!"

Nasir Amit is dressed as an Indomitable Terminator, with giant chainsaw gloves on each hand, like a furious engine of destruction. As he dashed at a group of Chaos Space Marines, he unleashed a storm of sawblades and arcs, and the Adamantite sawtooth and cracking field shattered everything around him. Enraged by the traitor's curses, he slashed off the heads and limbs of his enemies with his fists.

"Live up to the blood of St. Giles!"

Nasir Amit raised his hand and shouted.

"Blood for blood!"

The Meat Rippers roared.

Nasir Amit, the former commander of the fifth company of the Holy Blood Angel Legion, did not wear a helmet, his armor was covered with blood, and he grabbed a steel warrior with broken armor, stared at this stupid man who dared to show his flesh with red eyes, opened his mouth with a "ha", and bit down hard.

Two loyal Astarte Legion Space Marines with special tooth lengths - Space Wolves and Holy Blood Angels. The difference is that the Space Wolf has curved canine teeth, while the Blood Angel has a pair of long pointed fangs...... It's hollow!

"Goo Du Goo Du ......"

The Flesh Ripper warband gulps up the blood of the enemy.

Suddenly, he stopped, and then "wow" and spat out a stream of sticky bile. Nasir Amit's face was very ugly - the blood of these Chaos Space Marines was so inferior, full of pollution and odor that it was only worth spitting out.

At this time, in the oblique stab beside the passage, an iron warrior suddenly rushed out, raised the chainsaw axe with both hands and shouted:

"I thought—"

"Peng!"

Nasir Amit raised his hand and punched him away.

"I'm not interested in the names of your heretical gods, traitor."

The Flesh Ripper War Leader reached out and wiped the blood from his mouth, and said coldly.

"Son of St. Giles, keep going!"

……

At this time, the other side of the battleship.

The Thunderhawk gunboat landed on the boarding deck.

The surroundings were empty, and there was not a single Chaos Space Marine, except for a few crew members. A crew member ran over and stood outside the cockpit door of the Thunderhawk gunboat, with a flattering smile on his face, about to speak.

"Bang!"

The hatch suddenly opened and smashed him into the air.

Fly some distance high and fall to your death.

The chief priest walked down the gangway and looked around. Realizing that something was wrong, the servants were still stunned, and the traitor crew had begun to flee.

"Why don't you have a garrison?"

Camille also walked down the gangway, asking suspiciously.

Tristan felt the vibrations beneath his feet.

"They're under attack."

The experienced chief pastor said firmly.

"Let's go, quickly find the Void Shield generator, destroy it, and set up the teleportation beacon."

The priest ordered in a deep voice.

Chief Priest Tristan's style tends to be steady, and each time he jumps the gang, he first looks for the Void Shield Generator. Destroy the Void Shield, advance, you can call more Space Marines for teleportation support, retreat, you can activate the teleportation beacon to return to the warband flagship. If he were the first company commander Joestar, he wouldn't waste time looking for the Void Shield generator, and he would lead the Space Marines to the bridge.

"Roger, sir."

The Ironfloats quickly burrowed into the passage.

……

Cruiser of the sabotage class, bridge.

After the endless killing.

They finally got here.

Nasir Amit stood there gasping for breath.

His eyes flickered, and a boiling darkness enveloped his mind, constantly threatening his restraint. He groaned and thrust the saw blade into the armored floor, clenched his hands into fists, buried his head in the crook of his arm, and whispered a plea:

"Emperor, please protect me with your kindness and burn my bloodthirsty with the inferno of justice. Emperor, please keep me away from the darkness in my soul and let me overcome my ......"

"Smack!"

A heavy explosive bomb shattered his shoulder armor.

Nasir was overturned to the ground.

"Be careful, sir."

The Warband Priest pounced.

"Cover! Cover! ”

Several combat brothers hurriedly fired back.

"Uh-uh...... Yes! ”

The battle is far from over.

The Flesh Ripper Warband Leader roared to his feet.

You can only continue to fight.

He instinctively severed his limbs, his weapons became moot around him, his blood buzzed in his veins, his heart roared, and all the jumbled sounds mingled into a death sonata in the choir. The Flesh Ripper Warband loses himself in the joy of slaughter, and the only thing left in his mind is killing. The probe pulled out the guts of an Iron Warrior and ripped off his electronic muscle fiber lining, stomping an enemy under the Iron Boots, crushing the skull of the traitorous crew. Thick pieces of flesh splattered red armor, blood pooling around his throat......

"Roar—"

Nasir Amit roared to the sky.

……

Camille bent down to examine the body in front of him. There was a charred hole in the chest of the Iron Warrior's corpse. The flesh around the wound fused with the armor, and the charred black oil gushed out of the wound, covering the entire breastplate like a black net.

"Hot melt weapons or high-energy explosives."

Camille spoke into the data logger in his helmet:

"The chest cavity is intact as a whole and has recycling value."

The drug-length medical backpack stretched out a probe and pierced the wound, beginning to analyze the composition of the blood, lines of biometric information scrolling through Camille's eyepiece field of view. It was discovered that not only the Iron Warriors, but also the biological information of other Space Marines in the blood in the wound, the Holy Blood Angel.

"The two Holy Blood Angels are here too."

Camille said.

The pharmacist reached out his extractor and stabbed the bladed tube into the corpse's neck, the end of the tube pinpointing the genetic storage gland and closing it, and with a moist hissing sound, the gland was sucked through the catheter into the medical backpack in a process that was already very skillful. In the corner of Camille's helmet display, a green icon lights up, indicating that the gland has been safely recovered.

This genetic seed is to be frozen and sent to the Phaeton Casting World to be analyzed by Master Quintor.

"Buzz......" There was a slight hum.

Camille activated his bone drill, and another gland was hidden deep inside his body, making it even more difficult to reach.

Here Camille is harvesting seeds.

Tristan wasn't idle over there.

After setting up the teleportation beacon, the Chief Priest led the Space Marines to disperse, probed and said:

"Turning this passage is the bridge."

Suddenly, there were several roars at the end of the passage:

"Roar—" "Roar! "Roar!"

Tristan and Camille were startled.

These are not sounds that can be made by the human throat.

"I'll go see what's going on."

Tristan said in a deep voice.

……

Nasir Amit stood up.

As he looked around, he suddenly found himself on a strange and familiar warship, an ancient ship far grander and more powerful than any he had ever stood. Its plasma reactor hummed with restraint and rage, and the battleship's bulkhead trembled with energy.

This is a formidable battleship.

"Re-...... Vengeful Spirit? ”

He could hear the sound of fierce fighting coming from many corridors, and he subconsciously reached for his weapon.

Suddenly, a pair of powerful iron hands locked his throat, they squeezed, clutched tighter, and were killing him little by little, Nasir struggled to get them away, but the iron hands were too strong, desperately struggling to no avail, death and darkness surrounded him. Nasir knew that he was going to die, and there seemed to be a sense of fate in the dark, and this was the final destination of his death. Unless......

Nasir scrambled to his feet, the lower end of the chainsaw fist stabbed into the technical sergeant's jaw, and the canopy of blood sprayed on his face, dripping hearty, and the Flesh Ripper Captain kicked him in the technical sergeant's chest, kicking him away.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The technical sergeant, with red eyes, rose and fired, the first shot missed, and the second hit Nasir, blowing off a piece of armor and shattering his abdomen. The pharmacist pounced on him and dragged him to the ground. The warband leader rolled over and crushed the apothecary under him, striking him in the face with a hammer that smashed his helmet and shattered his skull.

】

As if forgetting the chainsaw gloves in his hand, Nasir pulled out the brawler knife from his thigh, plunged it into his comrade's torso, and stabbed him again and again until the tip of the knife hit the hardened closed ribs of the Space Marine. Nasir threw away the brawler, his fingers digging under his throat guard, snapping it off and exposing his throat. Then he leaned down and pierced him with his fangs, biting at his throat. He enjoyed the taste of hot blood rich in chemicals, filling his mouth and warming his throat.

"Phew!"

A thump hit him in the shoulder.

Tristan smashes Nasir away with the Power Scepter.

Then raise his gun and shoot back an Iron Warrior.

"Dada-da-da!"

A magazine emptied, and the Chief Priest quickly inserted the gun into the side of his thigh before pulling out a plasma pistol.

A beam of blue plasma flashed.

An Iron Warrior gets a headshot on the spot.

"Whew!"

A huge figure jumped up next to him and knocked him down.

Tristan was caught off guard and was pushed to the ground by Nasir, and the chief priest scolded and was about to swing his scepter to give him a hard blow. At this moment, another flesh ripper rushed to the side, and with both hands he pulled Nasir off Tristan, pushed him to the ground, and yelled at his own warband:

"What kind of madness is this?"

The sober flesh ripper said indignantly:

"The curse took you all?"

The bridge is in chaos, the Meat Rippers are killing each other, and the remaining Iron Warriors and traitor crews want to take advantage of the Fisherman's Fortune and take the opportunity to kill the loyal Space Marines. The Iron Butchers quickly joined the fray, attacking the Iron Warriors while guarding against their allies. The Ironfloats heeded the orders of the battle leader, and once these angel heirs in the bloodthirsty madness showed a threat, they immediately shot and killed them without mercy.

Camille, who had just finished extracting the genetic seeds, came to the bridge and was shocked when he saw the chaotic scene of the three-way melee, and hurriedly retracted into the passage, and pressed the button on the teleportation beacon to activate the beacon, while shouting:

"Khan! Khan! Support needed! ”

Nasir rolled over with a roar, blood dripping from his mouth and rushing at the chief priest.

The Chief Priest turned, avoiding his grip, and the Power Scepter swept across and smashed his legarmor.

"Holy Wrath!"

Tristan raised his scepter alof.

His body radiated a pure white holy light.

Yet the flesh-rippers around him still had red eyes and bared their teeth and lunged at him with their weapons.

The Light is useless against blood thirst.

The Chief Priest felt the Static Grenade on his waist.

Damn, it's too close!

will lock yourself in time dilation.

Tristan deftly dodged their attacks.

Then two stasis grenades are thrown into the distance.

"Peng!" "Peng!"

The two Meat Rippers are locked in a time dilation.

The Chief Priest only carried two Static grenades, and he was unwilling to kill these Descendants of the Blood Angels as a last resort. However, what he didn't expect was that Nasir Amit was trapped in visions and hallucinations, and still maintained his extremely strong fighting instincts, one twisting to dodge the stagnant grenade, and two chainsaw fists slammed into the chief priest's chest.

"Poof—"

The chief priest vomited blood and flew backwards.

I saw a white light flash behind him.

"Peng!"

Fu Qinghai grabbed Tristan.

The white light flashed behind him one after another, and a large group of Iron Floating Slaughter Terminators descended with the battle group leader!

"Yes...... Khan. ”

The chief priest said with blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Leave it to me."

Fu Qinghai said calmly and let go of the hidden slender in his arms.

"Whew! Kill! Ho! Kill! ”

Nasir Amit walked with a bloodthirsty face.

Aoyama Khan took the initiative to meet him quickly.

The Flesh Ripper Leader threw a heavy punch with all his might, and the Iron Float Slaughter Leader flashed sideways. Raising his hand and pushing out, Nasir Amit lost his balance in an instant, and then turned around and smashed his chest with an elbow, and there was a muffled sound of "Peng", and the leader of the Meat Ripper War staggered back. Fu Qinghai slapped Nasir's face, and there was a crisp "snap", and the head of the Meat Ripper War Regiment was tilted. Then another kick was made to the side of his knee, the joint shattered, the leg bone split, and the Flesh Ripper Leader fell to one knee with a "poof".

"Ho...... Ha! ”

Nasir Amit raised his head and opened his mouth to show his fangs, and then his entire face was covered by a black hand armor, Fu Qinghai pressed Nasir's face with his left hand, making him bite non-stop, and then pressed down hard, lifting his right leg knee.

"Bang!"

Nasir's face slammed into Fu Qinghai's knee.

With a flick of his head upwards, his chin raised high, and a few teeth shot like bullets into the armored porthole at the top of the bridge, making a "clanging" sound, accompanied by a puddle of blood and a severed tongue, Nasir Amit's mandibles shattered.

"Peng ......"

The heavy Unyielding Terminator fell.

Fu Qinghai then Shi Shiran took out a static grenade.

Pull out the latch, throw it down, and turn away.

The time dilation enveloped the Flesh Ripper Leader.

At this time, the surrounding people noticed.

The Blue Fang Chainsaw Sword and the Blue Blade Power Knife hanging from the magnetic locks on the left and right sides of Aoyama Khan's waist......

It has not been pulled out so far.

…………