40K: Where did the Emperor go?

Chapter 168 Tyranids Attack ([-])
Pope Luojia and Truth Luojia stood at the top of the city. At this time, large swarms of Terran insects had gathered outside the hive.

They must defend here until Liubi Nazriel and Mortarion return with reinforcements.

As the swarm rushed towards the hive, the Word Bearers and mortal troops defending various hive positions fired back at the worms.

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"There's going to be a war again." The saint in white robe looked worriedly at the divination cards in front of him.

"Everything will be fine." A huge figure appeared behind the saint, with a pair of white wings.

The saint turned over a card. The card was not a card picture, but a scene played in real time.

Sage: "Two of your descendants are in crisis. Go and help them."

Sanguinius stepped out of the shadows: "What about you?"

Sage: "As long as you can get to me within three days, then I will be fine."

The saint handed the card to Sanguinius: "Go."

Sanguinius took the card and said, "I'll be back soon."

"Wait a minute." The saint took out a dagger and cut his own artery, and golden blood flowed out immediately.

Sanguinius: "I'm healed."

Sage: "You need more blood, and your descendants need it too."

Sanguinius knelt before the saint: "Thank you father!"

Sanguinius lowered his head and drank the golden blood.

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This was Kel'su's first battle with the Flesh Tearers, and Urken allowed the Lamenters to stay in the rear while they conducted the frontal assault.

Kelsu: "This is irrational. Now the insect swarm is obviously too powerful for us to fight head-on."

But the Flesh Tearers obviously didn't listen to Kelsu's words, so the company commander still stubbornly led his troops into the Tyranid swarm.

Later, Kel'su also learned why the Legend of the Flesh Tearers was the most violent unit among the Blood Angels.

Most of them were actually caught in the black rage, and they did not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy when they killed them. Their priests and company commanders just tried their best to drive them in the direction of the enemy.

The Blackfury are undoubtedly new to the Lamenters, their warband having long ago somehow managed to weed out the flaws within the Legion.

Although they have been unlucky since then, there is no doubt that even the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels feels that they will be the key to completely solving the genetic defects of the Blood Angels in the future.

The Weeper Chapter has always wanted to contact the parent group, but they have always missed it due to various accidents.

But not all of Sanguinius's descendants viewed them this way, and the Flesh Tearers had no intention of harboring certain other sentiments toward them.

Kelsu also discovered it, but for the sake of this war and the rescue of the residents above, the Lamenters tried their best to avoid conflict with the Flesh Tearers.

Kel'su told the Lamenters to hand over the fighting to the Flesh Tearers, and their mission changed primarily to evacuating civilians.

Urken tore off the flesh and blood of a corpse and put it into his mouth. This was his way of suppressing his rage. He used the sensory stimulation of devouring the corpse to relieve the burst of bloodthirsty anger in his blood.

As a commander, he must maintain a certain level of sobriety to direct the battle. He can allow large numbers of soldiers in his company to die in battle, and he can also tolerate others calling them butchers and ghouls, but he cannot tolerate defeat in the battle formation.The Flesh Tearers do not suppress their black rage and blood thirst, and even believe that these are gifts left to them by their genetic father. Those who have lost these are not worthy of calling themselves the descendants of Sanguinius.

Therefore, the Flesh Tearers never regarded the Lamenters who had lost their bloodthirst and black rage as the same descendants of the Blood Angels.

This exciting bloody battle will be enjoyed by Wuerken and his company alone. Wuerken dug out the brain of the corpse and put it into his mouth to chew.

A large number of memories flooded into my mind. It was the voice of the mortal in front of me. He had two children and a lover. In order to protect his family, he resolutely went to the battlefield.

He was still alive when Wuerken found him, but he couldn't survive. He was torn in half by bugs. Death was a matter of time. He was still crawling with his internal organs relying on his willpower. Do you want to take a last look at your family?

There was no need to work so hard. Wu Erken used a piece of gravel to help him free himself. He took off his helmet and began to enjoy his corpse. He had been fighting for a long time, and his blood thirst was tormenting him and he needed to be relieved.

Wuerken first took out the mortal's heart, raised his head and squeezed out the blood with one hand and dripped it into his mouth. The blood that gushes out from the squeeze dripped all over his face.

Drinking blood like this is undoubtedly very wasteful, and you won't drink much blood at all, but drinking like this can bathe his face in the blood, which will make him feel very happy.

"What are you doing!" A horrified voice sounded, and Kelsu looked at Urken with blood on his face in surprise.

"Relieve stress, oh! You don't understand this," Wuerken said nonchalantly.

When Kelsu saw the mutilated corpse that had been desecrated beyond recognition, Kelsu suppressed his anger: "You are killing one of our own people."

Wuerken: "He is already dying. I have ended his pain. His memory is remembered by me. He should feel honored because I will take him with me to protect his homeland."

Kelsu was surprised: "You don't have any shame at all for the evil things you did?"

Wuerken sneered: "Justice cannot shape a warrior's ability to fight. A warrior should do whatever it takes to win."

Urken: "My primarch gave his wrath and thirst for blood to his children. The blood flowing in my body tells me that this is what I should do. This is what he expected of us. I am surprised that you Don’t you feel this way?”

Kelsu: "The Lamenters overcame their genetic defects, and we are not without yours."

Urken: "So you are not the descendants of Sanguinius. This is not a defect but a gift. You have given up the blessings your father gave us."

Kelsu: "This, this is not the original intention."

The corners of Wu Erken's mouth, which was full of blood, rose, and there were still pieces of raw meat hanging on his teeth: "Are you despising your bloodline? You despise your original body."

Kelsu: "No, I..."

Wuerken: "Then why not accept it? Accept the instinct in your blood, the gift given to us by our father."

Urken has been a Space Marine for too long than Kelsu, and has experienced too many battles and wars. The cruel wars and the bloodthirsty teachings among the Flesh Tearers have given him his own set of values.

He laughed at the young company commander. It was obvious that his will was not strong enough and he could easily be manipulated.

Just when he was proud, Urken suddenly felt a line of sight behind him, and Kelsu opposite him also saw what was behind him.

Kelsu's eyes were filled with endless surprise and admiration, and he knelt down without hesitation.

Wuerken slowly turned his head, and he saw the light. The sunlight was reflected by the white wings, and the holy light shone towards them.

Wuerken stretched out his hand to cover his eyes. The dazzling light made his eyes shed tears endlessly.

(End of this chapter)