lcionline Chapter 277 It’s getting lively
Chapter 277 It’s getting lively
A rift was torn in the veil of warp by claws, revealing the three faces of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord simultaneously grinning savagely. It dipped the spines of its followers in pus and blood, writing burning coordinates in the void. When Vodar Bloodroan's battleaxe cleaved through this blood-stained inscription, boiling Khorne runes instantly swarmed across his entire armor.
"He's in the Tiamat Sector!" Voda's roar shattered the bridge's blast-proof glass, his crimson cloak fluttering in the warp storm. The World Eater's Slaughter Cruiser turned its bow, the blood-red light from its engine nozzles melting the floating starship wreckage into molten iron.
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Inside the Prophecy Hall of the Grey Knight Monastery, thirteen obsidian divination tablets simultaneously erupted in blue flames. Grandmaster Clement's gauntlet traced a scorch mark on the star map, stopping at the edge of the Death Belt in the Tiamat Sector. "At the crossroads of blood and fire," his voice beneath his visor hummed electronically, "prepare for the Annihilation Protocol."
The engines of the five-kilometer-long Grey Knight Warhammer-class battleship "Eternal Silence" roared, and ten Terminator armored figures in the Imperial Guard Hall simultaneously opened their goggles. An apothecary was filling Stormblaster bullets with Holy Flame Rune bullets, each bullet etched with multiple runes powerful enough to tear apart demonic entities.
"The target has been locked onto Khorne Champion Voda Bloodshine." The data stream from the Tactical Dreadnought flickered on everyone's retinas. "According to prophecy, he will arrive in the NX-77 asteroid belt in 14 standard hours. This mission requires capturing his subspace imprint to completely sever any possibility of regeneration."
The Grey Knights silently drew the mark of purity, the sound of their weapon servo systems loading like metallic prayers. As Clement fastened the anti-magic shackles to his wrists, the bridge roared with the sound of a warp jump—thirty Thunderhawk gunships were converging on predetermined coordinates from different star systems, the Inquisition emblems on their wings leaving silver streaks in the void.
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Before the core altar of the Chaos Stronghold, Russell stood atop ruins, golden psionic energy surging around him like a dazzling sun. His gaze was cold and stern as he stared at the hordes of demons before him. The demons' eyes were filled with terror, yet they still frantically pounced on Russell.
"Psionic Storm!" Russell's voice was deep and powerful, as if it came from the depths of hell. He raised his hands high, and golden psionic energy gathered in his palms, forming a huge vortex of energy.
The sky suddenly changed color, and golden psionic energy poured down like a waterfall, engulfing the entire stronghold. The demons screamed in agony within the psionic storm, their bodies disintegrating and turning to ash in the golden energy. The psionic storm was so powerful that it even tore open the ground, revealing bottomless cracks.
Russell's body swayed precariously in the psionic storm, his face ashen and his breathing rapid. Finally, his body collapsed limply, the golden psionic energy gradually dissipating.
“Russell!” Casal’s voice was tinged with anxiety. He rushed to Russell’s side to check on his injuries.
Arya rushed over, her psionic aura shimmering around Russell as she tried to support him. Her eyes were filled with worry: "His psionic energy is being depleted too much..."
Casal nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes: "His psionic storm bought us enough time. Now, it's our turn."
The White Scar warriors sprang into action, placing the explosives at the heart of the altar. Casal detonated the explosives, and a deafening explosion echoed through the air as the altar crumbled to ashes in flames.
"Retreat!" Casal's voice was resolute. He picked up the unconscious Russell and led the White Scar warriors in a swift retreat.
Arya followed closely behind, her psionic aura forming a barrier in the air, blocking the enemy's pursuit. Her eyes were filled with unwavering determination: "We will protect you, Russell..."
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As the bronze gates of Chaos Fortress were cleaved in two by the battleaxe, Voda Bloodroth's roar shattered the twelve Plague Bells. "Russell!" he roared, stepping over the wrecked gates into the hall, each step leaving burning footprints in the corroded tiles. "Come out and die!"
At the far end of the hall, Plague Lord Mortag rose from his throne of pus, seven tentacles emerging from beneath his maggot-like robes: "Fool, you've ruined my welcome carpet." Three Nurgle spirits dripped from the ceiling, exploding into a foul-smelling cloud of spores at Voda's feet.
The Bloodskull warriors roared with laughter, their chain axes shredding the swarming plague zombies. Voda hurled his battle axe at the throne, the spinning blade pinning Mortag back into the pool of pus: "Now this is my carpet!"
Motag's body swelled into a three-meter-tall rotting giant in the pool, but Voda had already leaped into the air, standing atop the Plague Demon's head. As he caught the falling battleaxe, crimson arcs of Khorne's blessing enveloped his entire body, the trajectory of his strike leaving afterimages that burned his retinas in the air. The Plague Lord's six arms landed one after another, the last arm still clutching the Plague Greatsword pulled from its spine, when Voda kicked it, sword and all, into the boiling pool of pus.
“Boring.” Woda stepped on Motag’s swollen head, the tip of his battle axe carving an eight-pointed star into the man’s forehead. “Now, tell me where that golden bastard is…”
He suddenly looked up and caught a faint scent of psionic energy in the air—that unforgettable golden fluctuation was flickering thirty kilometers to the southeast. The Bloodskulls watched as their leader suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, his battle axe cleaving through the fortress dome as he leaped out, leaving them only able to desperately chase after him.
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Outside the White Scar Warriors' makeshift base, alarms blared. Company Commander Casal rushed out of the command center and saw the Bloodskull Devourers surging in like a tidal wave. Their chain axes gleamed coldly in the sunlight, their eyes filled with a bloodthirsty desire.
"Prepare for battle!" Casal's voice carried a hint of determination. He brandished the White Tiger Blade and charged straight at the enemy.
The White Scar warriors moved swiftly, their figures as fast as lightning, each swing claiming an enemy's life. Casal wielded his White Tiger Blade, pure white light shimmering at its tip. He moved across the battlefield like a phantom, each attack precise and deadly.
Two World Eater warriors attempted to flank Kassar, but before their chain axes could fall, they were cleaved in two by the White Tiger Blade.
However, when he faced Woda Bloodshine, the situation instantly reversed. Woda's battle axe swung like a whirlwind, each strike carrying devastating power. Casal's White Tiger Blade barely blocked one attack, but the immense impact forced him to retreat repeatedly.
"So you're the White Scar's company commander?" Woda's voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "Looks like your skills are nothing special."
Casal didn't answer, but gritted his teeth and launched another attack. But his White Tiger Blade seemed so powerless against Voda's battle axe, each collision leaving his arm numb.
"For Chogoris!" Casal's roar echoed across the battlefield. He leaped up, his White Tiger Blade aimed straight for Voda's throat.
Woda sneered, and swung his battle axe fiercely, cleaving Casal's White Tiger Blade away. His fist slammed heavily onto Casal's breastplate, sending the White Scar company commander flying several meters.
Casal crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were filled with resentment, but his body was already unable to move.
Woda walked up to Casal, the tip of his battle axe pressed against his throat: "Tell me, where is Russell?"
Casal's eyes were filled with determination: "You will never... find him..."
A flash of anger crossed Voda's eyes, and he swung his battle axe down fiercely. However, at that critical moment, a golden psionic barrier blocked Kassar's path.
“Woda Bloodshine…” Russell’s voice was low and cold, “Your opponent is me.”