The champion of the Red Pirates was full of power at this moment, his piety and loyalty were proven, even if his gods had abandoned him for a time, he did not think of leaving, and now his trust was exchanged for strength, strong enough for him to match, and even the power to kill those who were stronger than him at this moment.

He felt his two ventricles beating wildly, blood and muscles forming a great ensemble, and the chainsaw sword that slashed at the Captain of the Doom Eagle burned like fire, melting everything he saw.

This also included his enemy, the warrior of the Destruction Eagle, who waited for the blood to wet his cheeks, but the fireworks from the metal impact interrupted his expectation, and the mechanical arm made of pottery steel jammed the chainsaw, though it could only hinder the sharp single-molecule knives in less than an instant.

But after the blade sliced through half of the heavy hydraulic arm, the champion was punched in the upper cheek with a desperate punch, and even a slight crack appeared in the helmet on his face that was strong enough to withstand the Imperial Guard's powerful laser fire, and he was pushed away.

At this moment, the non-commissioned officer of the Doom Eagle had already stood up, his mechanical arm swaying and almost unusable, but his good right hand exerted more power than usual, mixed with anger, desire to survive, and mixed emotions, ripping off the Red Pirate's champion helmet, and then punching and punching.

The flesh and blood are blurred, the muffled sound of impact is constant, what swordsmanship, technology, power sword, chainsaw, explosive bomb, power has become a fake, there are only the purest weapons that human beings have, their own body, after the blood continues to flow out of the twisted and mutated cheeks, the entire battlefield seems to be only two people fighting.

But the champion never let go of his weapon, and when the hum of the chainsaw sounded again, the Captain of the Destruction Eagle was forced to come back to his senses, and he immediately climbed up from the beast-like man, picked up his falcon sword again, and the dark blue destructive stance and burning psionic flame on the blade reappeared.

His bright red armor was stained with blood, following the hilt to the blade before being vaporized by the Doom Stand, leaving only a faint smell of rust, while the bloody Champion on his cheeks and crumbling body looked at the Master Chief of the Dooming Eagle with those malicious eyes.

It has nothing to do with honor and victory, just to survive, that most basic desire arises in the battle of two people, and even in this case, the master chief of the Destruction Eagle still speaks. "You lose, surrender, I can tolerate you returning to the Matrodge, as long as you swear never to come to the territory of the Empire again, I can forgive you because you once let the Imperial Guard leave."

He still has expectations for the goodness that may exist in this man's heart, and at the same time he proves the reliability of his faith and oath time and time again, and this champion is the greatest warrior he has ever seen.

And although he said this because of sympathy, he also lacked an arm, and his combat effectiveness had dropped by a third, so it should be a higher priority than fighting him and going back to help the fourth Skadi regiment or his own company commander who was holding out in the burning fortress.

But this sentence only ignited the fighting spirit of the champion, because he concluded that he was Karaza. Karak understood. "You're not a warrior."

He was sure that this powerful Astarte was a psionic master, a commander, and even a leader who cared for all peoples, but he was definitely not a warrior, because there were so many things in his heart, mortals, comrades-in-arms, brothers, emperors, or more and more, and he only had killing, honor, and victory, so he was sure.

"You can't win me!"

It's quite counterintuitive, why can't people who seem stronger, more comfortable, and healthier win?

But anyone who often fights on the battlefield knows that the champion is right, or anyone who is just experienced in fighting can understand that a madman with strong physical strength who gives up everything is more terrifying than a powerful grandmaster.

The Master Chief had taken this into account, his blade didn't go straight through to kill this guy, he was now completely trapped beast, and the beast that smelled of blood was more terrifying than anything else.

He made a defensive stance, which was theoretically correct, but the ensuing powerful slash of the champion made him realize that it was not good, because his falcon's destructive stance did not tear through the chainsaw of the enemy's attack, but instead completed a strange psionic metamorphosis in the flames of the Lord's bounty of the King of Wrath.

At this point, the moment the two blades intertwined, the non-commissioned officer of the Destroying Eagle realized that he was no match for the beast in front of him, the flaming chainsaw sword was comparable to the ancient power sword, and the blessing of the gods made this warrior powerful to the limit of a space marine.

The staggered power of the weapons generated a violent heat that turned into sparks at one point and then exploded, and the mutual force made both soldiers take a step back, and the master chief also completely gave up his idea of wanting to defend, and the battle of the trapped beast had to give up the idea of being a human in order to survive, he was not injured, but he had the consciousness to fight for people.

This is the idea that can only be possessed as a guardian and not a warrior, and those emotions are transformed into the most material, the most realistic dynamics, which is what people say, the will to fight.

When the two people fought again, the blade fell because of the huge impact force, from a sword fight to a simple fist and kick, and the clear sound of the two blades falling was like a bell struck by the referee in the fighting ring, but this fight was not a fight, but a killing without taboos.

They wrestled like sumo wrestlers, and beat each other like primitive people in the savage world, and their heels, knees, elbows, teeth, all those so-called honor and spirit were left behind, and only victory and survival were abandoned.

Beatings, bites, two people rolling in the muddy soil, the most powerful warrior of the Empire, thousands of years of combat experience, 10,000 years of glorious inheritance, superhuman physical fitness, all those so-called all can not stop the objective reality of the violent event of the battle, that is, killing the enemy by any means.

The two men worked together, and the Destroyer Eagle was in better shape, and after giving up his honor, he pressed down on the champion like a mad dog, and ripped open his breastplate, beating both of his hearts one at a time.

The broken arm didn't stand in the way, and in this frantic battle, the terracotta steel arm that was neatly sliced by the blade became a sharp weapon for a tactical dagger, and left many wounds on the Red Pirate Champion.

When the Doom Eagle Master Commander used the sharp cut of his severed mechanical arm as a weapon into the chest of the Red Pirate Champion, the warped battle ended definitively with death.

Blood continued to flow from the ugly man's chest, and his body instinctively spasmed and twitched, like the countless people they had seen who had been robbed of their vitality, and secondly, he himself was dead, going to die, dying.

The Master Chief sat on his corpse, the smell of blood stained the soil, he raised his arms and roared high, this battle no longer cares about psionic power, skill, but the watching Space Marines did not deny the honor of this battle, the Red Pirates were demoralized, and the warriors of the Destroying Eagle sang old melodies and jerky words.

It was a song that belonged to them, and the warriors born on Ghost Peak were singing the ballads of their tribes, and the resonance that shook their hearts gave those people more power.

When the Commander of the Doom Eagle Company heard it, he shouted victory, and when the ancient Ancestor Dreadnoughts heard it, they raised their heavy power fists, smashed the heavy barrel of the scimitar tank in front of them, and refilled it with hot melt, melting her front armor.

Victory, no doubt, of the Astartes, but the shadow of war has not yet dissipated. At this time, Praid started the engine of his chariot, and the so-called honor had nothing to do with sacrifice, and the man abandoned the honor of the duel and used reason to overcome the anger of his friend's death.

He escaped duels and the sacrifice of his comrades, because he was the commander, and his survival was related to the grand strategy of the Red Pirates, and his sense of responsibility beyond normal people allowed him to burst out of his short-lived strength, and even used his chainsaw sword to force the captain of the Doom Eagle Company to jump from his chariot.

He was ready to instruct his comrades on how to invade, but the Destruction Eagles had no vehicles, more numbers, more wounds, and a large number of Red Pirate Astartes to deal with, so they could only watch the evil commander break through.

The War of the Imperial Guard was not over until the bloody duel was the final word, and the burning camp and crumbling fortress walls looked fragile in the face of Gendan's evil forces and the invasion of the Red Pirates.

The fallen fortress was not as fragile as most people thought, and although the walls collapsed, a large amount of falling debris hindered the tanks' progress, and the gap that was set on fire by the Imperial Guard became the graveyard of the Rand raiders.

The Red Pirates could only send infantry, but even Astarte could not ignore the terrain, the dangers of narrow roads and rough rubble, and parasites that allowed Dan's servants to try to expand their ranks with killing.

The battlefield has become a three-way chaotic battle between the Red Pirates and the Imperial Guard, and the Imperial Guard against the Red Pirates, and the Red Pirates and the Imperial Guard.

The Red Pirates crawled out of the interior of the RAND Marauders, or popped up from behind, his brother greeting him, but the next second the tactical dagger was embedded in the neck of his former friend, and he would take off his helmet, mouth-to-mouth "artificial breath" on his dying teammates, and he would be alive again.

Soon, Dan unusually spread into a new team, occupying the core of the entire battlefield, and the huge strength and a large number of bodies used by him formed a strange group composed of the dead Imperial Guard, pdf, and Red Pirate Astarte, forcibly isolating the entire battlefield.

At this point, the second lieutenant in the command post listened to the report with a gloomy face, and according to the report of Storm Tadashi and Katachan and some of the sharp-eyed soldiers of the 4th Skadi Regiment, this picture was also known to the officers in the Imperial Guard command.

The second lieutenant asked the regimental doctor. "Doctor, is this another use of anthrax?"

The doctor replied. "This is impossible, even if the gods and evil viruses make people zombies, it is difficult for them to have the wisdom to build defenses, death will destroy brain cells, but there is no doubt that from a medical point of view, they are not dead, it looks more like they suddenly have unified ideals and desires, and form something new......"

The second lieutenant got to the point. "They believe in something new? Or even that thing to bring them back to life?"

Rather blasphemous thoughts flashed through his head, such as the legendary living saints, but he quickly dismissed the idea, because the emperor would never favor those people, not to mention the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, but the Red Pirates? No way!

Secondly, he didn't know what to think of those things, and their presence succeeded in hindering the Red Pirates' advance, while slowing down the intensity of the battle, giving them more time to deal with the warriors who had fallen due to the virus.

The irony is here, because of the appearance of Jean Dan, the Imperial Guard has time to stabilize a large number of soldiers who have fallen due to virus infection, recover a large number of living forces, and make countless people die to survive, if you just look at the results, let Dan be like the rescue soldiers arranged by the emperor.

However, in the front line, on the front line where there was a ceasefire, Nord, an individual who lacked a sense of war, did not understand what he had done, he just greedily watched the Red Pirate warriors who came back from the dead in front of him obey his words, and commanded Astarte, which countless imperial officers did not dare to imagine in their lives.

The young man got everything, the price was that his head was completely controlled by the alien worm, but it didn't stop him from commanding Astarte with a sense of honor to do what the engineering troops did, he made the fallen broken wall a new trench, and the bombed Rand raiders a new fortress, and he wanted more Astarte, more.

He swelled in his own petty desires, until he heard the voice in his head again, which demanded that he attack the Skadi Fourth Regiment, and he hesitated, because in the bottom of his heart, he believed that the Imperial Guard was absolutely right, which is why he had prioritized the killing of the Red Pirates.

The long-ingrained belief in the emperor made the young man not want to betray the Empire, and shooting at the Imperial Guard was the beginning of the collapse of his faith, and there was no doubt that he would not.

The last Jean Dan did not think of this possibility, it could control those worms, but the young man's willpower actually rebelled against it, causing its body to have new ideas, and it suddenly understood that this power was not this mortal, but the human lord in the subspace who discovered its schemes......

It angrily emitted a strong psionic signal, and then Nord froze as he spoke. "Get ready, get more Astarte bodies, and attack the Imperial Guard!"

(End of chapter)