Magnetic field Valkyrie Lu Mingfei

Chapter 64 Death of the Loyalist

The First Legion is the first legion of Space Marines to complete the reorganization.Of course, they would have preferred to be called Seraphs or Angels of Death, as the Emperor always called them.

This powerful legion has the strongest frontal combat power in the empire.

—at least on the surface.

Two hearts and three lungs, steel and iron bones.

The transformation surgery of the space marines gave them the terrible power to tear the green skin.

The black painting represents the death of the enemy. When the power armor with the black feather and copper sword logo appears on the battlefield, all alien and separatist forces will be terrified.

They are the sharp blades of the emperor, vowing to remove all obstacles to the glory of the empire.

And Kyle is one of them.

After finishing the morning prayer, Kyle prayed again in his heart, but this time the object was not to the Emperor.

My genetic father, where are you now?
May you all be well, and the black feather in the clouds will guide you.

A thick arm weighed on his shoulder, interrupting his prayer and forcing him back to reality.

Seeing the person in front of him clearly, Kyle said, "Sisa, my brother, the weapon warehouse of your team is not here. This is the weapon warehouse of the second assault team of the third company."

They would soon begin their morning shooting practice, and all Astartes soldiers had to be given their weapons before they could begin.Kyle was a little surprised why the brothers of the fourth tactical team would come here, and it seemed that they were still looking for him.

Caesar just made a silence gesture, made a 'follow me' gesture, and then quickly left the warehouse of the second commando team.

Although he didn't know the reason, Kyle still followed out of his trust in the battle brothers.

Until the two of them were about to walk out of the training area, Kyle finally couldn't help but speak out.

"Brother, we are absolutely not allowed to leave the training area during the training time. If you continue to go out, I will stop here and report the time when you violated the military order."

Although the tone is not heavy, as long as you have eyes, you can see Kyle's dissatisfaction.

No fighter would be happy that precious training time was wasted like this.

Caesar stood still, his two-meter-four body suddenly turned around, enough to make ordinary Terra residents sit down on the ground in fright.

But Kyle is not an ordinary person. As a product of the same genetic seed, he is even a few centimeters taller than Caesar.

"Kyle, do you remember where you were born?" Caesar finally spoke, but the question was very strange.

Kyle frowned, "I was born on Mars. Are you doubting my loyalty to the Emperor? Caesar!" He almost growled in the last sentence.

"No, I have never doubted my brother's loyalty, but you must know that we are all born on Mars, and soon, the war between Mars and Terra will start, and we must swing the butcher knife to our former homeland." The corners of his eyes drooped, and his sadness could be clearly felt.

Kyle comforted: "Don't worry about this, Brother Caesar, we are an extension of the Emperor's siblings, and the Emperor will never let the soldiers slaughter those innocent people. We will kill the false emperor and hang his body on the flag On. Mars will return to Terra's embrace. Then."

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade directly pierced Kyle's heart with terrifying force, and the narrow sword was pulled horizontally, directly cutting the other heart.

Kyle fell to the ground weakly. The strengthened physique of the space fighter prevented him from dying on the spot, but it seemed that he would not live long.

Caesar grieved towards the fallen Kyle. Unlike the pretended sadness just now, this time the grief came from the heart.

"Kyle, my brother, your death will be with me forever. Your heroic soul will return to the glory of the emperor. I am sorry that I couldn't save you, my brother." Two words 'my brother ' Enough to see his sincerity.

But such a friendship, why did Caesar choose to kill Kyle?
Instead of trampling on Kyle's body, Caesar leaned over to close his brother's eyes.

"Pfft!"

The liquid metal turned into a blade and pierced Sisar's lungs.

"Roar!"

With an angry roar, Xi Sa slashed down with the narrow sword, cutting off the metal blade, and two big jumps were thrown out more than ten meters away.

"It's really hard-hearted to be on guard against dead comrades in arms."

'Kyle' stood up straight, and the hideous wound on his chest emerged in silvery white, and quickly rolled back like mercury, recovering the wound, and even the black vest returned to its original state.

"I have killed many psykers, so I know that you have too many ghostly tricks to count. Since you can tamper with Kyle's spirit and even occupy his body, there are other backup methods!" Sisar body Leaning forward, grasping the ground with his left hand, the narrow sword in his right hand across his chest, he has already prepared the best assault posture at the moment.

Although one lung was punctured, it was obviously not a fatal injury to the Astartes who had three lungs, and Caesar's strength was hardly damaged.

'Kyle' didn't respond to this, but asked, "I'm curious, how did you find out that I'm not Kyle?"

Xi Sa didn't speak, but carefully looked for the other party's flaws. His roar should have been captured by the radar, and there will be battle monks coming soon.

He didn't intend to tell the other party that he was not a Martian at all. He was decades older than the real Kyle. When Kyle was an adult, it was he who single-handedly sent Kyle into the battle group, and even the gene seeds in Kyle's body, It was provided by him.

Seeing the defenseless posture of the opponent, Xi Sa finally made a save.

For Tyra!For the Emperor!He shouted in his heart.

He is faster than a cheetah and more aggressive than a tiger.

The narrow sword is like fangs tearing at the enemy's throat, but it feels completely different from before.

Like biting on hard steel, the narrow sword drew sparks.

Caesar wanted to retreat, but thousands of metal wires pierced his body with black lines, stringing him into a hedgehog.

'Kyle' has turned into a human-shaped silver metal block, and those metal wires are shot out from the position corresponding to the chest of the human body.

Blood poured down like rain, and the Astartes warrior who had fought for nearly a hundred years died in the hands of the monster.

His body turned into 'Kyle' again, and he was about to step away, but he stopped again as if he thought of something.

Masses of wire wrapped Sisar's body with no respect at all.

For my father!

'Kyle' got down on one knee and prayed into the void.

Under his pious prayer, Caesar's body was swallowed by the black gap that suddenly appeared.

When the combat monk came to this dense forest, he saw two strong men wrestling.

They are like close friends, but also like enemies who want to decide life and death.

There was a smile on his face, but no one wanted to take a step back.

The battle monk's face darkened, and his tone was cold: "Kyle from the second assault team of the third company, and Xi Sa from the fourth tactical team of the third company, defied the military order and left the team privately. Days of punishment time."

'Cesar' and 'Kyle' looked at each other, and then saluted the combat monk.

"Yes!"

　The reason why Caesar went outside for an interview was because within the battle group, even if he found a problem, he couldn't make a move. Being too loyal, he planned to kill 'Kyle' first, and then report to his superiors.

　　even if you will be

　　
　
(End of this chapter)