supreme commander's bizarre adventure

"You are also becoming 'us'..." Mortarion laughed, and the laughter gradually became bleak, "What, you are the same...how can you become 'us'?!"

Mortarion opened his eyes wide, and there was an anger that had never appeared in those cloudy eyes!

The Great Scythe of Silence struck with the sound of piercing through the air. Sanguinius raised his sword to meet him, but the latter did not resist. With the power of this blow, he raised his wings and brought Jaghatai Khan off the ground , that is, at this time, the Holy Blood Guards equipped with jumping backpacks also arrived here, and they and the remaining white scars helped Khan onto a huge suspended motorcycle.

Khan coughed a few times, and he said to Sanguinius, who had his back turned to him:

"Brother, be careful...ahem...Mortarion and the others...the strength...exceeded our expectations...be careful...Chaos..."

"Don't worry about me, you return to the enchantment of the palace, the power of your father will help you dispel the toxins in your body," Sanguinius said without looking back, he waved, and Bi Gong who fell on the ground The spear then returned to its master's hand in the role of stand.

"Mortarion."

Sanguinius looked at his brother in front of him, his face was indifferent, but there was a trace of anger and regret in his eyes, while Mortarion held the scythe of oblivion in both hands, and the wound caused by the spear just now was also in the subspace. Forced to recover under the drive of energy.

"Sanguinius."

Mortarion looked at his brother in front of him, his face was distorted, envy and pain were hidden in those eyes, the archangel in front of him raised his wings, his long sword was hanging on his waist, and the blue-bladed spear of accomplished work was captured holding it in hand.

The battlefield fell into silence again, but it only lasted for a breath.

The Archangel took the lead in launching the offensive. Few people saw Sanguinius' anger and fighting skills. Instead of becoming a burden, the huge pair of pure white wings even became Lord Baal's weapon to some extent:

At the root of the wings, two miniature powerful shields are installed at the opening of the armor. The energy of this covering shield travels on every feather on the wings of the archangel, even though it is only two palm-sized. It is a thing, but its cost is enough to be worth a cruiser. Even with UEF's technology, it is quite difficult to manufacture this thing... This is an experiment of a joint research project between the Order of the Circle and the Jurha Logistics Department Sexual products, lower cost, shorter manufacturing cycle, and of course less effective versions will be integrated into the next generation of power armor.

The wings stretched out suddenly, knocking the two death guard fighters away. The rancid liquid burst out of their bodies was blocked by the shields, and nothing could touch Sanguinius' body.

Just like last time, the completed spear pierced into the Lord of Death's chest in an instant, as if time had stopped, but Mortarion ignored the attack, his lips hidden behind the gas mask Squeeze out a laugh--

Mortarion stepped forward, piercing Sanguinius's spear deeper into his body, and swung the scythe at the archangel, but the archangel held the scythe down with his palm. At the bottom of the spear, push the spear out forcefully, while he himself took a step back and pulled out the red-stained blade at his waist!

The completed spear came out through the body, bringing out some of the blood of the death guard Primarch that was polluted by chaos. The blood dripped on the flight path of the spear, corroded the ground there, and emitted a piercing sound. sound.

The blade of the sword meets the blade of the sickle, blood brothers kill each other, the glory of mankind has been dimmed, and no one knows the future... But Sanguinius doesn't think so.

The archangel turned the long sword, and the flashing thunderous edge of the Scarlet Blade illuminated Mortarion's face. The latter let out a heavy breathing sound, but his movements did not change in the slightest. Under the blessing of the dark power of the subspace, the Lord of Death is no longer the same——

The same goes for Sanguinius.

Unlike his brother, the Great Khan of Chogoris, who was immobile and aggressive, the Archangel of Baal was never graceful in battle, and would only pour out his thunderous fury on his opponent. body.

The red-dyed blade and the scythe of nirvana have clashed countless times. The sparks and trembling energy generated by the blades hitting each other spread out around the contact point, with the two original bodies as the boundary. , the Holy Blood Angels and the Death Guards are clearly distinct, every minute and every second someone falls, either the Son of Blood, or the Son of Death.

"You will fall here, and I will break through the gate you guard," Mortarion smiled happily. He could feel the power of his body getting stronger, and the Archangel's power that could restrain the spread of subspace could no longer be suppressed He, "The place where angels fell? Then this place looks a bit shabby."

The eyes of Sanguinius shone brightly, and his spiritual power was pushed to the extreme. At this moment, the archangel drew back the blade, turned around, and hit his brother with an elbow. On the face, the latter staggered a few steps, stood firm, and the scythe followed!

The blade slashed across Mortarion's cheek, and was blocked by the scythe. The wound on the Lord of Death's face gradually healed, and he put all his strength on the scythe. In contrast, Senge Les frowned, resisting with his own strength.

"You can't do anything, Sanguinius, you can't protect your people, you can't save your legion, you... can't even save your own brother," Mortarion said viciously, his words The room was filled with inexplicable hatred, "You should have killed me last time, instead of leaving me there to be tortured..."

"Brother?" Sanguinius opened his eyes slightly, "Mortarion?"

The Lord of Death was in a trance for a moment, and then he exerted more force on the scythe. This force made Sanguinius' arms tremble, and the armor servo motor on his body whined, but that was all— —

The Spear of Accomplished Gong suddenly pierced out of Mortarion's throat, piercing the neck of the fallen primarch from behind, and the blood blessed by supernatural power spewed out, and the power contained in the spear was at this moment Suddenly, golden light flowed along Mortarion's body!

Sanguinius looked at Mortarion who was kneeling on the ground in pain. He reached out and pulled out the spear, shaking off the blood on it, and whispered:

"You always pay too much attention to what's in front of you and ignore what's behind you... When you see that I can recall the spear, you should have thought of it."

"...I won't die," Mortarion took off his mask with difficulty, revealing his once handsome face, but now covered with scars. He smiled miserably, as if talking to himself:

"Why can't I die?"

After saying that, a gust of wind blew up, and the yellow-brown mist hit again, and after Sanguinius dispersed it with his wings, Mortarion in front of him had long since disappeared, and the death guard also began to retreat... The archangel stood in the original place. ground, looking up to the sky.

He still has a battle to fight.

"..."

Inhuman howls resounded throughout the ship, and hundreds of slaves struggled to their deaths amidst the screams.

"You stole my ax, Karn," Angron roared, "you took my weapon, and now you stole his favor, and the eyes of Khorne have turned from me to you!"

Angron howled, his claws trailing across the wall.

"...Teleport him to Terra," Karn ordered from the corner to the bridge, panting, carefully hiding himself.

Chapter 477Chapter 280 Here, only angels can fly!

Sanguinius looked up at the sky, where a light spot suddenly appeared on Terra's orbit, and then a flame jumped out of it. The flame burned above the sky, and the thunder snake produced by the teleportation twisted and started rolling Thunder sound.

The fireball formed by the flame fell from the sky, pointing directly at the open space in front of Sanguinius, while the Archangel held a spear and a sharp blade, standing on the spot like a mountain, waiting for the next life-and-death stand.

According to the archangel's prophecy, he must face this battle, but he doesn't know the outcome of the battle. The only thing Sanguinius knows is that if he doesn't face it directly, then... a bloody earth And that awaits Terra in the future.

Dorn has urgently recalled Corax, and the mighty power of the subspace really frightened the guard of Terra. Sanguinius recalled his brother's call on the communication channel to ask him to retreat just now, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. .

Sorry Don, this time, I have to win.

Finally, the ball of fire fell to the ground, and the burst of fireworks engulfed everything around it at that moment... Sanguinius spread his wings and let his son hide behind him, while the Primarch himself still stood there, His posture was as loose as ever, and even his gaze never wavered.

A horrible body with black smoke curled up. Under him, the eight-pointed star emblem of chaos was imprinted on the land of Terra, and the traces of blasphemy stretched away, with the howling of beasts and the sound of magma's squirming !

The monster's head was lowered, and the huge dark red bat wings behind it slowly stretched out. A huge black sharp blade was inserted into the ground, and as a ferocious sharp claw grabbed the hilt, a crack in the earth opened from the tip of the sword. Spreading to the surroundings, the hard ground cracked outward layer by layer, and blood-red magma gushed out from the cracks, exuding the smell of sulfur and blood.

"Angron... what have you become?" Sanguinius murmured.

The demon named Angron howled to the sky, which seemed to be a signal, and the mortal army and space fighters under Horus launched an attack on every line of defense, and one after another airborne pods fell on the position, landing on the Holy Land. The perimeter of Gilles, from which emerged the World Eaters and other Space Marines of the Legion.

Sanguinius closed his eyes and ordered:

"Open the door."

"What?!" The commander of the Imperial Fists who guarded the gate was shocked, "My lord! Then—"

"Open the gate, this is not a battle that mortals can intervene in, withdraw the fighters outside, they will affect me."

The sirens of the multi-pipe horns resounded through the clouds, and the huge door closed on the palace defense line was opened muffled by the hinges, retreated, pulled up... When the door opened, it crushed the surrounding rubble. It was very slow at first, but as Huge weights were driven with astonishing speed.

The voice of Sanguinius reached the ears of all the soldiers present, and the regent of the empire said lightly:

"I will buy 5 minutes for you. Under the command of the officer, everyone should keep calm and quickly withdraw to the gate."

Following his words, the artillery group behind the palace defense line, which had been silent for a long time, also roared. The fragments and shock waves produced by the explosion blocked the ambition of a considerable number of rebels who wanted to rush into the gate... but that could not stop the completely crazy people. Angron.

"Sanguinius, don't stop me!"

The demon roared and waved the black giant sword in his hand. He overturned a heavy tank with his shoulders, lifted it and threw it at the standing Sanguinius, who was expressionless and suppressed his innermost feelings. Impulsive and eager, with the sword light and thunder, the tank was split into two, and the two wreckages raised a layer of dust on both sides behind the archangel.

The archangel held a spear in his left hand and a sword in his right, with sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed eyes, pure white wings rising in the dirty dust mixed with human limbs and blood, and then, Sanguinius took a step forward——

The Spear of Accomplishment collided with the tip of the giant sword, and both sharp blades whined weakly due to the sudden force exerted, and the sparks and energy released from it briefly illuminated Angrona's body. An inhuman, distorted face.

"Everything you hold dear will be destroyed, your legion, your empire, and... ha... our hypocritical and cold father!"

"Maybe," Sanguinius responded loudly, his eyes ablaze, "but not today!"

Accompanied by a wordless roar, the archangel stepped forward, and the spear threw away the black giant sword, and the red-stained blade in his right hand struck at the chest of the demon primarch between lightning and flint, but the latter used his left hand The arm blocked the blow!

The sword blade cut through the demon's hard skin, and a little black smoke and the smell of sulfur leaked out from it. Angron laughed loudly, and slashed upwards with the injured arm, and the sharp nails came from the Sanguinius's eyebrows flitted forward, bringing the threat of death.

Angron's strength is far stronger than Mortarion's, and his speed is also faster. The power that overflows from him, from the Lord of Destruction, stimulates the brain of Sanguinius all the time, and in the heart of the archangel , there is a voice tempting him...

"The same trick has already been used in the Signus galaxy," Sanguinius said in a deep voice, he resisted the temptation of the evil god with his will, but Chaos would never let it go.

Angron's cloudy eyes moved, and he squeezed out a ferocious smile. He slashed the giant sword indiscriminately, unscrupulously releasing his malice:

"Angel! Aha! I remember being called an angel too!"

"You do not deserve!"

Sanguinius yelled loudly, his body flew up into the air under the wings, and his knee hit Angron's jaw fiercely, the latter flew upside down, but was caught by Datian with both hands A beast's foot was thrown to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Angron stood up suddenly, he swung his arms, his muscles roared, and exerted force on his fist, and this force hit Sanguinius' chest with a piercing sound, sending him flying!

"I don't deserve it? You guys have to be nailed by the butcher too!"

Angron roared and rushed towards Sanguinius who stood up, and the latter waved at the flying spear, but this action was interrupted by a black giant sword in Angron's hand, and the bat wings behind the demon spread Open, leading the blasphemous body from the air to Sanguinius——

The archangel spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm to the side, his wings charged violently, and he took off suddenly, facing the attacking demon. The angel's blade left wounds on the demon's body, and the latter used the poured The claws of the power of the warp strike back!

The two were entangled in the sky of Terra, the sound of piercing the air was stretched into a terrifying scream, the wings of angels and demons flashed, and the violent wind they set off swept the entire land... Sanguillette Si caught a small flaw in Angron, and the archangel slammed the demon into the ground, completely shattering the entire ground, and disorderly cracks spread around.

Sanguinius stepped on Angron's left hand and knelt on his back with his right knee. Then, the archangel grabbed a bat wing and stared coldly at his brother who had completely fallen, slightly said gloomily:

"Here, only angels can fly!"

After saying that, he tore off the dark red bat wing!

The sound was like a huge canvas being torn apart. The painful roar of the Demon Primarch echoed under the entire sky, and the flames of the subspace spewed out from the gap connecting the bat wings, but this kind of pain inspired Ange instead. Ron's ferocity, his powers only fueled by pain and rage.

Angron propped up his body and knocked Sanguinius flying with his elbow. He stood up from the ground, took steps, first slowly, and then turned into a gallop. The surrounding air was ignited by his breath, The flames of the subspace are ignited on the footprints left by every step!

The wind howled, the earth trembled, and Angron charged towards Sanguinius!

The archangel raised his long sword, and the huge black sword returned to Angron's hands at some point. The two brothers, an angel and a demon, rushed towards each other with the purest killing intent and anger. Go, swinging your long sword almost at the same time!

At the moment when the blades touched, Sanguinius felt the environment around him suddenly changed... When he came back to his senses, he had already appeared in an erupting volcano group, surrounded by strips of hot lava and In the long river of stinky blood, countless creatures howled in pain, and under this sky, the sound of weapons intertwining was non-stop, and the smell of sulfur and gunpowder entangled him.

"This is...where?"

Chapter 478 Chapter 280 IX Give Up, Sanguinius

The crimson clouds roared and quickly passed through the bloody battlefield, where there were broken bones, broken armor and broken swords everywhere. The blood flowing from the bloody corpses flowed down the small river into the huge lake. At the bottom of the lake, The magma rolled and moved, making muffled noises from time to time.

Sanguinius half-knelt on the spot, supported his body with a spear, panting slightly, the smell of blood around stimulated his senses, trying to make him fall.

"Huh... I have to find a way back..." Sanguinius propped up his body with a spear, but saw an unexpected figure:

The hard copper-colored hair is curled up above the high brow bone, the eyes are dark and deep, and the downward sloping cheekbones are like a chisel, carving a hooked nose and a wide and thin mouth... that is a Zhang Primitive's face, the face of a leader.

"Angron?!"

Sanguinius exclaimed, and he looked his brother up and down. The man in front of him had an indifferent expression on his face, and there was no such abominable butcher nail behind his head.Angron was dressed in leather and looked like a gladiator.

"Why are you here...and, still like this?"

"I want to see how stupid you look after falling, but it looks like I came a little early." Angron folded his hands on his chest, and looked at Sanguinius with a slightly distorted expression with a cold smile, "Why? , will the perfect archangel also be dominated by the desire for blood?"

"Angron," Sanguinius shook his head, "Look at what you have turned into? A monster!"

Hearing what Sanguinius said, Angron's facial muscles trembled. He kicked away the collapsed corpse on the nearby stone, sat on it, and propped his chin with one hand, feeling a little bored. said:

"That thing is not me, it's just a demon with Angron's name."

"Now you, who participated in the rebellion, what is the difference between you and the devil?"

Hearing what Sanguinius said, Angron snorted disdainfully. He reached out to pick up a bone and shook it, and said to Sanguinius who was struggling against his deepest desire:

"I'm just fighting against slavery and tyranny, just like I did on Nuri Kea."

"No," Sanguinius shook his head, he sighed, and straightened his body, "You are just changing your master, from slave master to father, to these Chaos Gods... Even if father has thousands of Not generally right, but still more 'right' than Chaos."

"Ha, you are still calling him father, you already know his essence, his hypocrisy and coldness, but even so, you are still willing to call him father, Sanguinius," Angron said in his eyes. Disappointed, but he's acting normal now, not angry and not attacking Sanguinius.

Sanguinius leaned on the ground with his spear, found a direction, walked forward, and said as he walked:

"He represents the empire, and the empire cannot live without him... I am loyal to my emperor, my empire, and my people. This is the biggest difference between me and you."

Hearing the word people, Angron's lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end it turned into a sentence:

"Give it up, Sanguinius."

"what?"

"You can't leave here. Khorne has thrown you into his kingdom, and you will just wander here aimlessly until you succumb."

Sanguinius ignored Angron's words, and he walked forward resolutely, using his will to resist the divine power of Khorne and everything around him.He crossed a river of blood, the blood flooded his knees, and then he climbed over a mountain of skulls, human skulls rolled under the primarch's feet, and rolled to the foot of the mountain, but the whole mountain did not show a trace of change .

The Archangel had been walking for four days in this brazen realm of war and blood, or so he felt.

"You can't find a way out." Angron followed behind Sanguinius. Compared with the Archangel, he was walking on the ground here, as if he was already familiar with the environment here.

"Brother, you are so noisy," Sanguinius said with a frown. He put the spear behind him, and climbed up a cliff with both hands. The surroundings are full of crimson magma. Only the cliff in front of him can pass. For some reason, Here, Sanguinius found himself unable to fly, and those wide wings became a burden at this time.

Angron sighed when he heard the words. He stood beside Sanguinius who was climbing along the cliff, perpendicular to the cliff, and said softly:

"Even now, you are willing to call me brother."

"Why not? At least you don't want to point your blade at me now... Ah, this cliff reminds me of the canyon cliffs on Baal, but it's much harder to climb here... I think I'm going in the right direction. "

"You are always overly optimistic," Angron shook his head. "Your ability to predict gives you full confidence in the future."