Chapter 152 Ten Thousand and One Deaths (1) Declaration of the Lord of Usurpers

Chapter 152 Ten Thousand and One Deaths (1) Declaration of the Lord of Usurpers

"Um?"

Calvin looked at the direction where the demon army appeared in the distance, his eyes serious.

trap? Or a coincidence?

But no matter what, the best choice is to quickly deal with the enemy in front of you, and then let the troops get rid of the entanglement before the enemy arrives and then enter the church to defend it.

As for whether the church was dangerous or whether the demons in front of him were deliberately driving them there, Calvin couldn't care less.

The situation on the battlefield was on the verge of getting out of control from the moment the war started, which made Calvin, who was leading the army outside, particularly angry.

He decided to give his anger generously to the reckless Tzeentch demon in front of him, so that these demons would not be so completely satisfied.

boom!

The stone slab under his feet was overturned by the steel boot soles that exerted force instantly. The war hammer he held upside down was lifted up with his backhand as if it were nothing, and violently collided with the weapon in the hands of the oncoming demon from the bottom up!

boom!

The demon's swooping figure was like a fly hitting the glass wall, and its charging momentum was instantly stopped.

The sword and staff groaned sharply as they could not bear the heavy pressure. The big demon managed to escape with his arms crossed and tried to resist.

"Mission" relied on the strength of the opponent's block to bounce back, waiting for the next stronger return; his right hand was filled with aura, and it was almost caught in the chest by the lightning claws dyed platinum.

The six eyes on the demon's bird-like head were fully opened. Under the flow of blood and tears, the temporary shield constructed by psychic energy and the wings that were wildly fanned forward saved its life again. With the help of Calvin's offensive, it took a step back. distance.

But that's about it.

The great demons of Tzeentch are not as good at melee combat as Khorne. Most of them, known as both magic and martial arts, rely on their own magic power to display their power in front of mortal creatures.

When Warhammer "Mission" made a comeback with the momentum of the previous attack, when it was smashed from the top of its head, all its resistance collapsed, and it was unable to stir up more waves except for a scream.

puff!

Before the big demon, who was smashed to pieces with his sword, had cooled off, Calvin, who had left the battle, had already begun to support his comrades who were still fighting fiercely.

A huge amount of psychic energy was used squanderingly, and with lightning and teleportation, within a few seconds Calvin was unrivaled on the entire battlefield.

One second, he was using psychic lightning to crush the demons in the distance. The next second, the lightning claws appeared on the other side of the battlefield, piercing and smashing the demons in front of him.

The almost omnipresent Calvin, after helping his comrades end the battle, led them in the direction of the church.

More demons came from afar, and the first to arrive were the torrential bullets of the Chaos Space Marines.

The psychic shields on the Gray Knights were dimming visibly to the naked eye. Although the hundreds of violent missile strikes per second failed to cause casualties, they also caused the power in the bodies of these psychic masters to drain rapidly.

Calvin and the Gray Knights fought and retreated, unwilling to tangle with the enemy in the open space.

Calvin's psychic power is still abundant, but the Gray Knights are different. They constantly replace each other's psychic powers to maintain each other's psychic powers at a dangerous but sustainable level.

300 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters. The team was getting closer and closer to the church. In the fierce battle, Calvin's energy was inevitably restrained, and the casualties of the Gray Knights were inevitable.

The two Gray Knights who were retreating one after another were hit by the enemy's premeditated burst of fire, and their psychic shields were instantly overloaded.

The vicious bolt warheads, fueled by the flame jets from the projectile tails, penetrated hard into their Terminator breastplates.

The strength of the double ceramite and adamantine frame was tested, and it remained firm and able to block most attacks from violent missiles.

However, in the hail of bullets, some fish still slipped through the armor's defense. Two Gray Knights were shot through the joint between the neck and the inner thigh.

The metal deformation at the shot site and the blood coughed out from the corners of the mouths of the Gray Knights illustrate the cause of the massive blood loss in the former and the source of crushing damage to the organs in the latter.

Under the tall Romanesque portico, Calvin and other Gray Knights dragged the two wounded back to the church under fire.

The holy objects that were still in effect in the church stopped the demons in their tracks. Occasionally, the demons who accidentally crossed the invisible boundary were turned into ashes while wailing.

The relics of the saint are still guarding the purity here, and the Gray Knights are safe for the time being.

Huhhuhhuhhuh!

The sound of violent breathing echoed from the church. After the fierce battle, the Gray Knights quickly calmed down their violent breathing while on alert.

The epinephrine that was automatically injected into the power armor at some point has failed. The instrument attached to the carapace interface collected the latest data. After a simple judgment, the servo injected the stored electrolytes into the Gray Knights' bodies together with the new epinephrine.

Calvin stood beside the two wounded. Emergency medical treatment temporarily suppressed the injuries and prevented them from worsening, but they would not be able to participate in the next battle.

"Can you still fight? My brother." Calvin looked at his two comrades leaning against the wall.

“Anytime, anywhere!”

The two warriors exchanged silent glances with each other, then returned to Calvin.

In what may be the end of their lives, they are grateful that they are not alone.

"The other brothers will lay booby traps for you in front, and we need you to be responsible for possible disruptions."

"Received! Lord of the Castle!"

"The mission is not over yet, my brothers, you must stay here."

"clear!"

Silent communication sounded in the psychic channel, and the two champion swordsmen nodded to him tacitly.

After handing over the extra ammunition to them, Calvin turned around and led the team towards the interior of the church.

He was not quite used to such a scene yet, so he could only use tasks and wars to numb his brain.

He kept admonishing himself in his mind: This lonely journey has just begun. In the face of the fate of the entire human race, he and his soldiers are valuable bargaining chips, and no one is special and not for sale.

Walking through the dim candlelit corridor of the church, Calvin and others arrived at the vestibule of the central auditorium.

Turning around an unknown statue of a saint, they saw the holy object that protected them and its guardian at the end of the auditorium.

It was a candle lit by the bones and flesh of the saint, emitting golden light at the foot of the emperor's icon at the end of the auditorium.

Compared with the darkness in the direction Calvin and others came from, this golden candlelight seemed precious and rare.

The old Anglican priest has been blind for an unknown amount of time, and his wrinkled face like orange peel does not reveal the appearance of his youth. He just relied on the familiarity of living here for many years to instinctively protect the burning of the candlelight.

But he couldn't hold on for long. There was not much grease left on the holy candle, and the gold-inlaid lamp made of bone had already bottomed out.

"In the name of the Emperor! His servant, I need help from you!"

Calvin walked up to the blind priest and spoke in the gentlest tone.

The old man turned around quietly, and after listening to Calvin's words, he pointed at the broken candle behind him and said to Calvin.

"The mission of our servants is to serve the Emperor in caring for His lambs. Everything we do is the decree of the Holy One, and our life and death are all the Holy Will."

Everyone followed his guidance and looked at the weak candle. A gust of wind blew through the church, and the flame tips of the candles followed the airflow and pointed toward the back of the church.

"Kedaemon?"

Calvin looked at the direction pointed by the candlelight and muttered according to his memory...

In the cloudy wilderness, among the dark gray rocks and grass, there are knights of the same gray color walking.

Calvin, who had left the church, was leading his soldiers, following the prompts of the holy objects, toward the lair at the foot of the Dismara Mountains.

The name of this hive is Kedaemon.

Boom! Boom!

The gathering of clouds finally changed form after reaching a certain point. The downpour of rain made the tall forest in the distance almost as high as the mountains begin to blur.

The soil on the surface became muddy under the influence of rain, and even the stone slabs on the road became slippery.

The gray knights on the march said nothing. Except for occasionally returning to the outposts for alternate reconnaissance, the entire advancing formation remained unchanged.

The hive's auxiliary facilities were approaching, but Calvin did not enter rashly.

He wanted to reach the main part of the hive city as quickly as possible, and then with the help of the Tribunal and the National Religion here, he would find out and eliminate the conspiracy here.

"who!"

At the defense fortress at the main city gate of Chaodu, a soldier on guard shouted at the intruders in the rain. If it weren't for the strict military order, he would have almost fired bullets at these giants.

"Inform your superiors that the Exorcist Astartes Chapter has a mission and needs to enter here."

Calvin calmly said the Exorcist, the vest that the Gray Knight was accustomed to using.

Anyway, these mortals have not seen many Astartes in their lifetime. Anyway, as the true direct descendants of the Inquisition, the Gray Knights have a full set of Exorcist Chapter codes in their hands.

The identity of the Gray Knight is too sensitive, so when it is inconvenient to go out, it is appropriate to wear a vest. However, the Exorcist's vest is more convenient to use, so he uses it more.

The heavy rain continued, and it took a full five minutes for the commander of the local defense force to appear in Calvin's sight.

He looked seriously at the document handed over from Calvin by the soldiers around him. Then reject it cleanly:

"I haven't received any notification from going up to the peak. I'm sorry that I can't let you go. I'm offended, noble angels!"

He said in a triumphant tone, and behind the mocking expression was the slightly hot black six-pointed star tattoo on the back of his neck.

Calvin immediately smelled the stench of his old rival in the air, and he followed his psychic perception to focus on the officer.

The barely concealed blasphemous runes on the opponent's body instantly angered him, and the evil behind it might even make his liver split!

"Evil! Die!"

Calvin raised his hand decisively, and the psychic lightning bounced towards the officer across the hundred meters distance between them, but was easily dodged by the well-prepared opponent.

He laughed brightly and demonstrated to Calvin, making fun of his dullness.

In the eyes of the stunned defense forces on the side, the demon that had possessed the officer for murder at some unknown time emerged from the human skin cruelly.

The skin changes in blue and pink, the huge curved horns, the thick but arched lower limbs, and the soft and gorgeous wings.

When an entire three-meter-tall demon, less than two meters tall, came out of the body of an officer, covered in his blood, like an insect in its metamorphosis stage, covered in his blood.

The spirits of all mortal soldiers collapsed under Calvin's angry eyes.

Chaotic and fragile souls were swept away by the waves of the Warp carried by daemons, and the changelings of Tzeentch burst out of their bodies.

All this happened right in front of the Gray Knights!

This is blasphemy! This is a provocation!

Calvin, whose blood was rising, instantly appeared on the sentry tower a hundred meters away!

The crackling lightning claws of psychic lightning grabbed the still laughing demon!

The devil was also on guard, and the figure that disappeared in an instant appeared on the top of the building in the distance. Before he could laugh, Calvin, who was following him like a shadow, also teleported over!

The bright blue spells hit Calvin as if they cost nothing, and the platinum psychic lightning rushed forward with the same turbulent and unstoppable momentum!

Teleportation, spells, teleportation, melee combat.

The two figures used the huge portal of the nest as the battlefield, and they were engaged in a high-intensity confrontation at a speed and frequency that could hardly be captured by the naked eye!

In the sky, on the guard tower, and on the porch, there are afterimages of Calvin fighting the devil everywhere!

The Gray Knights are not idle either. They cannot intervene in the battle with the big demon. They have their own tasks.

Although these changelings are only the lowest of the Tzeentch demons, the pollution caused by leaving them alone cannot be underestimated.

boom!

The steel pillars on the top floor of the sentry tower were burned by the devil's flames and collapsed.

boom!

The several-meter-thick metal door of the nest was dented by Calvin's war hammer.

The great demon of Tzeentch obviously knows his own strengths and weaknesses, and is unwilling to easily get into a close combat with Calvin. But as Calvin's power permeates the surrounding space, the space it can teleport into becomes smaller and smaller.

In the end, it was captured by Calvin during a teleportation, and the Great Demon of Tzeentch, who was avoiding it, was caught by Calvin's lightning claws.

The psionic runes inherent in the demon screamed and burned in the resistance. The steel claws, which worked simultaneously with the psionic stance and the decomposition stance, crushed its protection in an instant and brutally cut the demon into five pieces.

The battle was over. Calvin panted violently while looking at the big demon under his feet that began to dissipate.

The latter unusually did not die immediately, and the last words it left behind made him feel cold:

"The Lord of Changes is watching you! We have a long way to go! Remember! This is the first time! And..."

"what else?"

Calvin grabbed the bird's head from the ground, but the other person's blue eyes had lost their luster, and the remains of the bird immediately disappeared in his hands.

"Oh shit!"

He spat hard! I hate this kind of half-talking thing most in my life!

The heavy rain was still falling endlessly. He wiped the rain off his face and looked through the dense clouds to the towering spiers of the nest in the distance.

Having already experienced a nest mission, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

How many people are still polluted in this hive?

one? two? Or one hundred, two hundred? In other words, how many people are not contaminated?

In a context where even the National Defense Force cannot be trusted, who else can be trusted among the higher-ups of Chaodu?

Can the Imperial citizens on this planet still be saved?

Most importantly, did they arrive too late?

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