The metallic roar of blasters echoed through the air, as well as the screeching of rotating assault guns and flamethrowers as they sprayed barrages and flames swept the deck. Every puff of air inhaled had a pungent stench—the propellant of a mass bomb, or perhaps the ozone produced by the cauterization of high-temperature metal.

The Black Legion's Space Marines formed a vast hunting party to weave through the Eternal Crusade, wiping out the Black Templar squads one by one, slaughtering even unarmed mortal crews, and wasting precious ammunition as if they had a vast inventory of ammunition and fuel to splurge upon at will.

All vigilance has been forgotten, all sanity has been overwhelmed by murderous desires, and these Chaos Space Marines have been like a herd of wild horses since they entered the battleship, slaughtering and destroying like crazy, and it is clear that they can no longer be restrained by any orders - not even if Cayan wants to.

The Black Templars fought hatred with rage, charging along each passage to the loose ranks that invaded their territory. Again and again, the Chaos Space Marines were blocked by a shield wall made of ceramic steel armor, and as far as the eye could see, there were only flashing blades and roaring chainsaws.

"Cayan, I know you're watching."

The warrior named "Amural" said with a wicked smile, pulling the roaring chainsaw axe from the chest of a black Templar Space Marine, blood splattering all over his iron boots and shins as the sawtooth swirled, and asked with a slight breath:

"Tell me, am I the fastest at all?"

The Glory Queen-class battleships were so big that the Black Legion committed three Chaos Gangs, one of which was the Aphotic Blade of the Terminators, led by Abaddon himself. Even so, the Chaos Space Marines still need to divide their forces into multiple separate operations in an effort to paralyze the command flagship as soon as possible. Interference in the ship's environment prevented them from communicating effectively, but Cayan's psionic abilities were not affected.

"No, you're not, Amural."

Kayan passed the thought in his heart and said:

"Teremanon is faster than you, he and his Screaming Mask have penetrated the entire lower deck and are currently advancing towards the bilge area, and they are already behind."

"Hmph, that damn emperor crumb."

Amural said with a cold snort.

Teremanon was once a Space Marine belonging to the Emperor's Son, and his sword skills were so good that he could rank first in the Black Army in terms of fighting skills alone. At the same time, the Slaanesh-believing Chaos Space Marine, who has a smiling silver mask that has been branded red over his face, has always coveted Cayan's Dark Eldar Scourge chick, eager like a masochist and voyeur.

Cayan doesn't like this guy either.

But he had to admit it.

Teremanon is really strong.

He even clamored to kill Sigismund.

Chaos Space Marines tend to have more combat experience than loyal Space Marines, although their equipment is generally undermaintained. At this stage, every Chaos Space Marines in the Black Legion are veterans of the Great Expedition and the Great Rebellion. Seven hundred years had not aged their bodies in the slightest, on the contrary, the bloody battle in the Eye of Fear had sharpened their fighting skills even more.

The Black Sanctuary fell to the bottom from the start.

Forced to begin to shrink the defenses and retreat.

Everything was planned and expected by Abaddon.

……

The Eternal Crusade's bilge prison.

Teremanon led the Screaming Mask Gang to the slaughter, the Chaos Space Marines bloodied, sweaty, and swearing. Fists slam into helmets with pistol butts, chainsaw slices through armor joints with a scream, or uselessly sparks cut through reinforced armor guards.

Teremanon needed space to wield his twin blades, and in close-quarters combat, Space Marines often needed a fighting shortsword rather than a dueling longsword, and there were many times when his blade could not be deployed due to angle issues, or he had difficulty drawing his weapon after successfully killing an opponent because he had become stuck in the corpse of a Black Templar. Even so, he remains unstoppable.

The bilge prison passage is too narrow, and in front of it is a group of astonishing Space Marines, shouting war cries and oaths of loyalty to the Emperor, and constantly charging the traitors head-on. The men behind Teremanon cursed in frustration, unable to cut through tight formations to kill the foes they had waited for centuries to face.

Until the last black sanctuary falls.

Teremanon pulled his twin knives from the corpse and danced a sword flower to shake off the blood stained by the tip of the blade. The Slaanesh warrior looked around, satisfied with his deadly and graceful killing skills. He casually spat at the black Templar soldier beneath his feet, blood salivaing down the two-headed Aquila metal relief on his breastplate.

"We've cleared the bilge ......"

Teremanon was not finished speaking.

Suddenly I saw the corner at the end of the passage.

A black-armored warrior stepped out of the stairs.

Looking at the starmarine, who had horns on both sides of the helmet and metal batwings on the power pack, Teremanon frowned under his mask and asked:

"Which Wargang are you?"

"Why haven't I seen you?"

He subconsciously thought that the other party was the other Chaos Space Marines in the Black Legion, and he happened to attack from the other end, but he wondered why the other party was alone.

"Hehehehe."

The breathing valve on the black-armored warrior's visor cracked a sharp toothed three-petal mouth, and the eyepiece was red:

"I'm Aoyama Khan."

Aoyama Khan?

Teremanon pondered the name.

Suddenly, when he thought of something, his face changed suddenly.

The former emperor's son, raised the long knife in his hand and pointed at the black-armored warrior, the silver mask with a smile forever solidified on his face, and he couldn't hide the consternation in his tone:

"You're the one who carved that Aoyama Khan on the face of Lucius the Immortal?"

"Oh? You know me? ”

Fu Qinghai was also surprised when he heard this.

He analyzed two key messages from this sentence: the first is that the Slaanesh God chose Lucius to really not die, and the second is that others saw the line on his face:

Aoyama Khan's men were defeated.

"Lucius is really a masochist, and he is not ashamed but proud? Still showing it to you? ”

Fu Qinghai said with a smile as he walked along.

Teremanon put on a defensive posture and said in a deep voice:

"No, Lucius then ripped off that piece of flesh, but our legionnaires saw it."

Ah, I see.

Fu Qinghai suddenly understood.

It's no wonder that none of the other Chaos Space Marines in the Eye of Fear know him, but this guy in front of him has heard his name—because both he and Lucius were once members of the Third Legion. It seems that his name is currently only spreading among the emperor's sons, and Fu Qinghai probably has a number.

"I have heard that the Third Legion is a widespread believer in Slaanesh. I have also heard that for those who believe in Slaanesh, suffering and death are the ultimate pleasure and pleasure. ”

Fu Qinghai opened his claws and smiled evilly and slowly approached:

"So, are you ready to receive this supreme feast of pleasure that I have bestowed upon you?"

"You don't even ask my name?"

Teremanon clenched his knives and gritted his teeth and asked.

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said flatly:

"I don't need to know."

With that, he pounced with his arms outstretched.

"Fire!"

Teremanon stepped back and shouted.

The Chaos Space Marines of the Screaming Mask Warband, who had been waiting behind him for a long time, immediately pulled the trigger when they heard this. In an instant, a barrage of explosive bombs, plasma accumulation, and fan-shaped flames immediately flooded the narrow passage in front of him, which was not too large.

The passage was already filled with corpses, both the Black Templar and the Black Legion, lying staggered on the floor or leaning against the wall. Teremanon heard the explosion of a bomb as it pierced through the armor, but was unsure if it was the man.

"Wow-"

Two slender claws pierce the flames!

Teremanon was ready to immediately raise his sword to block, and the cracking arc was activated between the blades of the dark blue claws, and crackled and exploded, Teremanon parried and retreated, trying to lure the other party deep into his own encirclement—in a critical moment, Teremmanon abandoned the pride and conceit of the Slaanesh followers.

Teremanon considered himself a master of swordsmanship, but no matter how subtle he was, he could not compare to the Slaanesh Chosen One. And the famous flawless blade, Lucius the Immortal, is only the defeated man in front of him. Tairemanon was even more afraid of the enemy, and only wanted to use the crowd tactic to drown the opponent.

Teremanon brandished his twin knives and shouted:

"I am Taremanon, the Prince of Screaming! I'm the leader of the Screaming Mask Warband! I'm the first swordsman in the Black Legion! Remember my name, Aoyama Khan, I'm ......"

"Huh!"

An iron claw thrust into his head.

Teremanon's movements froze, and the eyes under the silver mask struggled to turn from side to side, only to realize that the other party had taken the time to kill all the Chaos Space Marines around him before he plunged directly into his face - the giant bat wings made of metal skeletons behind him, the tip of the wings had just been pulled out of a Chaos Space Marine helmet eyepiece, bringing out a cluster of sparse brain tissue.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you."

Fu Qinghai said indifferently.

Then clench your right paw firmly.

"Poof."

Teremanon's head shattered crisply.

The headless corpse knelt down in front of him.

You killed the Screaming Prince Teremanon......

【Reward Assimilation Points ......】

A cold voice sounded in my head for the first time in a long time.

Fu Qinghai sighed in his heart that it was really fucking not easy, the big event in the plot line began to the present, and finally killed the first member of the Black Army and got the first assimilation point reward, which is completely different from the past, it is too sad.

"Tsk, it's not very tasty, Aoyama."

Valak slammed his mouth and spoke.

"I want to eat sour and spicy, Brother Aoyama."

Mimiko is also spoiling him.

"What's sour?"

Fu Qinghai asked casually as he looked around.

The narrow passage, which was already filled with corpses, was now filled with the huge corpses of the Space Marines on both sides of the war, becoming more and more crowded, and even making him barely squeeze through it sideways. Looking at so many fresh space warrior corpses piled up in front of him, Fu Qinghai couldn't move his legs a little.

"It's a demonic spirit, Aoyama."

Chu Renmei opened her mouth to explain for her:

"Demonic spirits contain extremely strong emotional energy, they are all pure spiritual energy, and human souls are still too dull and boring in comparison."

"Hmph, my mouth is still raising."

Fu Qinghai snorted coldly.

Ignore the appeal of the eight demons.

Instead, he looked at the corpses around him and fell into thought.

One of the development routes that the Iron Float has always been determined to adhere to is to expand its membership by harvesting the genetic seeds of the Chaos Space Marines. Now the biggest constraint that restricts the continued expansion of the size of the warband is the number of gene seeds, and the Chaos Space Marines gene seeds need to be carefully screened and screened, but it is better than nothing, Fu Qinghai can't bear to let it go.

But now that the battle situation is urgent, Fu Qinghai doesn't know where the Black Army has advanced, and he doesn't know when the showdown between Abaddon and Sigismund will come. Extracting genetic seeds requires patience and a little time, and Fu Qinghai does not have time to fight while harvesting seeds.

Suddenly, an idea came to him.

Fu Qinghai turned around and took out a white suitcase and opened it, and a cloud of silver-gray nanometal particles automatically gushed out from it, and these particles quickly fell to the ground and stacked to outline a black gold power battle armor, which was the long-lost blue shell.

"Qing Ming."

Fu Qinghai looked at the blue shell and said:

"You're here to help me harvest the genetic seeds."

"Understood, master."

The Power Warframe stiffly responded.

Then the Shell Warframe raised an arm, and the arm armor changed for a while, conjuring up a standard Hagen-type medical needle, which is standard equipment for Space Marine Apothecaries. The power armor then leaned down and inserted the bone drill into the neck of the corpse, and began to extract the mature genetic seeds in an orderly and rapid manner.

"Hurry up and keep up with me."

Fu Qinghai commanded again, and then walked forward.

The artificial intelligence in the green shell is just a clone of Qing Ming's own work, slightly rigid and sluggish, and it doesn't have the agility and intelligence of Qing Ming at all - I don't know if Qing Ming did it on purpose. However, it can solve the problem that Fu Qinghai is facing now and help him extract genetic seeds.

Suddenly, Fu Qinghai raised his head suddenly.

He sensed a hint of prying eyes.

But when he checked his surroundings again.

There was clearly no living thing in the entire passageway.

"What's going on? Do you feel it? ”

Fu Qinghai asked the eight demons vigilantly.

"Someone just tried to get into your psyche."

Freddy quacked and said:

"It's like making you dream during the day."

"But we're holding you back, Aoyama."

Valak immediately came out to ask for credit.

"Who is it?"

Fu Qinghai asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know, that guy ran very fast, and the soul perception retreated at the slightest touch, and quickly disappeared."

Valak replied honestly.

……

At this time, the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit.

With his hands propped up on the edge of the control panel, Cayan suddenly opened his closed eyes, his eyes glazed over, his mouth half-open, and he gasped for air, as if he still hadn't come back to his senses.

Just now, just now, he saw it with his own eyes.

Teremanon also has his Screaming Mask Gang.

If no one is left, the whole army will be wiped out.

…………

1, Teremanon I passed the picture, what it looked like before joining the Black Army and what it looked like after joining the Black Army, but both pictures were swallowed, inexplicably, and I don't know where the point of this review mechanism is.

(End of chapter)