Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 48 Chaos Expedition ([-])

The roar of artillery fire, the roar of chainsaws, the mournful cry of life passing by.

In this meat grinder battlefield where the battles cannot be described in words, tens of thousands of lives are lost every moment.

The Titans from the Ember Wolves and the torrent of steel from all kinds of super-heavy tanks are constantly tearing apart the waves of flesh and blood of Khorne demons, the angry roars and melt blast energy of the mortal auxiliary army come and go, the metal storm of bombs and the flames of deflagration The storm even left countless bright corpses on the scorched earth.

Irreversible situations are happening at any time, and in the face of this endless crisis, only will and determination can counteract it.

Every Astartes bloody to the death carves a bloody path through the tide of flesh.

The frenzied death of each mortal auxiliary leaves a brilliant ball of molten fire in the daemon army.

The reactor of each Titan God machine will choose to directly overload after running out of energy, and ignite stars called human will in the Khorne army that fills the mountains and seas.

Life may pass, but loyalty lasts forever.

……

Kahn struggled to pull out the chain saw ax from the vampire's chest in front of him. The sticky and dirty blood splashed freely under the roar of the engine, and slowly dripped along the scarred ceramic steel shell on the power armor.

He could clearly see that the dilapidated monomolecular sawtooth had reached its limit again, and the ammunition reserves on the holographic tactical panel had also run out.

Kahn had no choice but to raise his spare bolt pistol to blast the vampire's head away, and burned his corpse with the last hot melted shotgun in his hand. However, endless waves of demons swarmed up in an instant without any sign of decline.

It attacked Kahn like a pack of bloody wolves.

"Damn..."

He realized that he couldn't stay here for too long.

Kahn immediately withdrew to the rear trench, and his heavy magnetic boots stepped over countless corpses in miserable death, most of which were even the interstellar warriors Kahn knew well.

——Kan knew that if he hesitated a little in the process of retreating and rearranging, then he would also join the queue of these corpses.

After Kahn's tall figure retreated, the artillery cover from the rear immediately shredded the wave of demons that swarmed up.

The roar of the bolts and the hum of the molten metal echoed on the hill of corpses all the time, and the Astartes, who were retrograde in the hail of bullets, returned to the trench at a speed that ordinary people could hardly catch.

The dull heavy breathing was accompanied by the undulation of the pottery steel armor, and the exhausted tinnitus from the long fight had already emptied Kahn's thoughts that had been stretched to the limit.

However, he doesn't have any time to rest.

[Combat unit: Captain Kahn of the Eighth Assault Company]

[There are 30 seconds left in the rearming time. 】

The cold and urgent data and countdown from the Primarch were lingering in his ears, and Kahn did not hesitate to remove the already broken teeth from the chainaxe in front of him in a few seconds.

Click, click.

The brand-new single-molecule sawtooth was reinstalled under Kahn's precise and skillful technique, and the bolt pistol and melta shotgun that he carried with him were also loaded at a speed that was difficult for the human eye to match, without even a little tremor.

This is muscle memory that has been repeated hundreds of times.

"…call."

Kahn took a deep breath for a moment, and he felt that the humming that was gradually disturbing his thoughts was gradually replaced by the clear sound of gunfire. It was a superhuman organ called artificial meninges that was digesting the exhaustion that could crush any mortal.

For the Astartes, just a moment's deep breath eased long-standing fatigue, and even a few seconds of rest could revive.

In extreme cases, an Astartes can sustain high-intensity combat for hundreds of years without sleep.

After confirming that the equipment in his hand was enough for another high-intensity battle for at least a few Terra months, Kahn quickly left the trench full of cold corpses, and returned to the meat grinder battlefield that did not know how long it would last.

Months, years...?Or hundreds of years?
Kahn was completely unaware of this.Even the incomparably precise biological clock in Astartes' body was out of order at some point, and what lingered in his ears was only the endless gunfire and roar, as well as the heavy sharp blade from the blasphemous demon.

However, those are not important anymore.

Looking at the endless army of demons, Kahn gripped the trigger of the chain saw axe.

War is the only meaning of Astartes life.

[The appearance of the target individual Blood Angel is detected, and the plan α-13 is activated. 】

Suddenly, the indifferent voice sounded again.

In Kahn's unbelievable sight, the majestic scarlet figure appeared in front of the wave of flesh and blood.

……

Angron's consciousness was reawakened by the vicious Butcher's Nail, which symbolized that the great divine power from the blood god once again reshaped his disintegrated body.

The scarlet and filthy pupils were opened again, and in his field of vision, there were only endless corpses.

The tide of flesh and blood is still churning, and the crazy roar lingers for a long time.

He saw enemies whose wills were burning with hatred.

There is an indescribable sense of familiarity beside them.

Looking at the Titans engraved with blood-red wolves, and the blue and white Astartes...

Angron's consciousness was a little dazed.

The familiar roar of the chain saw ax seemed to be digging something in his subconscious.

But... what is it?

In the end...something important has been forgotten...

The nail clenched the beast's brain again, and the endless pain instantly turned into a whip from the blood god.

The brief sobriety was replaced again by the 888th sinking.

--kill! ! !

Angron's shattered soul roared almost instinctively, his huge blood-red wings fluttered with a terrifying airflow, and his scarlet stalwart rushed into the artillery position that had brought him countless destructions like a battering ram.

The only thing that matters is the kill.

The only thing that matters is killing.

Yeah, he didn't care about anything at all-anything heavy and meaningful would be eaten away by the vicious bite of the nail.

Angron was already familiar with all this.

The blood-red angel's heavy black sword tore apart countless fragile bodies in an instant, and the solid and thick ceramic steel armor was also torn apart under the mighty force.

Like a red meteor, the Primarch of the Demon galloped freely on the battlefield, bathing in the endless oncoming artillery fire crazily and without pain.

One after another tanks and armored vehicles were overturned in Angron's frantic charge.

One Titan after another and Astartes were torn apart by the blade of the black sword.

Blood and skulls are increasing, and the roar of relief from the brass throne is becoming more and more prominent.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!!"

"Skull Offering Skull Block!!"

Crimson demon angels roared wildly, bathed in a rain of endless mortal and Astartes blood.

He longed for it all.Angron was eager for this disorder and hysterical madness.

In the shadow of his massive wings are endless waves of demons.

- Om! ! !

With the roar of the engine of the chain saw axe, the heavy scarlet magnetic boots slowly stepped into the rain of blood.

The blood god's low roar echoed continuously on the boundless plain of corpses.

In Angron's cloudy and scarlet vision, a pair of gilt pupils burning with flames were reflected.

……

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　Second update~
　　It was recommended in the third round, I feel like I can have a dream of Sanjiang ()
　　Seeking to read and ask for tickets~
　　


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