Chapter 558

Gabriel Anglos, Warlord of the Blood Ravens, materialized within the Relic Chamber amid roaring teleportation light, wielding the holy warhammer known as the Sunderer.

Among the Blood Ravens' ancestral relics was a Terminator psychic teleportation beacon and a partial teleportation array from the Great Crusade era; when installed on a Terminator, it allowed instantaneous teleportation back to the beacon's location, so long as the Terminator remained within the same star system.

Naturally, this beacon was placed in the most vital location of the Blood Ravens—their Relic Chamber.

Should the Relic Chamber be breached, the Blood Ravens' Warlord and Terminator forces could teleport back to it instantly.

Gabriel Anglos and the Terminators behind him unleashed a terrifying battle roar.

Gabriel Anglos led the charge, charging like a crimson war chariot toward the nearest Necron Overlord—the Traveler Anrakiel.

Anrakiel sneered, his azure necron scythe carving a circular arc toward Gabriel's exposed head.

The Necron energy field on the scythe roared—it could nearly sever ceramite, slice through adamantium, and even gold-leaf alloy in an instant.

But Anrakiel's scythe swept—and was blocked.

Anrakiel stared in shock as Gabriel was enveloped in a thick force field that physically halted his scythe.

The field emanated from a simple iron circlet behind Gabriel's head—an unusually large circlet, unlike anything designed for an Astartes.

Human technology had blocked a necron scythe—Anrakiel froze for a moment.

Gabriel Anglos did not waste the opening—he drove the Sunderer straight into Anrakiel's chest.

A burst of lightning-like energy exploded, hurling Anrakiel backward several steps and tearing jagged wounds across his silver body.

Yet Anrakiel's wounds healed almost instantly, sealed by living metal.

"Human! I have no intention of stealing your things—I merely helped Tarrasyn recover what was his! If you have grievances, seek out—————Huh? Tarrasyn!! You son of a liar!! Where have you vanished to!!!"

Anrakiel suddenly realized Tarrasyn had vanished without a trace, leaving only him and the swordsman inside the Relic Chamber.

Gabriel gave Anrakiel no chance to explain—he hurled the Sunderer aside and snatched from the Blood Ravens' collection a rusty, triangular, seemingly ancient blade.

He moved with blinding speed, slashing the blade across Anrakiel's body, carving a deep gash.

"Useless, human. My body is forged from living metal—it cannot be so easily damaged."

"I once cooperated with Dante, Warlord of the Blood Angels—we—————Damn it!!"

Before Anrakiel could finish, he realized his wounds were not healing—instead, the living metal around the cuts was rotting and rusting.

That rusty, ancient-looking blade was clearly cursed!!!

"Step aside, Anrakiel!" The swordsman's voice rang out—he advanced with blade in hand.

The Blood Ravens' Terminators instantly raised their weapons and unleashed a storm of fire upon him.

But the swordsman moved faster than reason allowed—he slipped through the bullet storm like a feather, untouched by a single round.

Even when bullets nearly struck him, he deflected or severed them with a casual flick of his blade.

In the blink of an eye, he bypassed Anrakiel and stood before Gabriel.

Gabriel had no time to react—the blade came slashing down toward his face—

BOOM!!!!!

The energy field generated by the iron circlet behind Gabriel roared and shuddered, nearly collapsing—yet it held, barely deflecting the strike.

Even the swordsman was startled—he had not expected the iron circlet to be strong enough to block his blade. His gaze fixed on the circlet behind Gabriel—he felt a flicker of recognition.

In his fragmented, hazy memories, he had seen that iron circlet before.

"Is this the iron circlet forged by Vulkan? How did it come into your hands? Are you Vulkan's offspring? No—your skin tone is wrong!" the swordsman said, slightly astonished.

"It is ancestral to the Blood Ravens!!" Gabriel roared, swinging the rusty blade at the swordsman.

The iron circlet behind Gabriel was an ancestral relic of the Blood Ravens, derived from the technology of an unknown Primarch. Could it truly be, as this man claimed, from Vulkan, the Primarch of the Salamanders?

The swordsman lightly swung his blade, deflecting Gabriel's full-force strike.

But then the swordsman noticed his own blade was rapidly rusting and corroding.

"A weapon infused with the power of the Lord of Decay—using an enemy's weapon is perilous," the swordsman warned.

The Rustblade had once belonged to a Nurgle Daemon—the swordsman's warning was not without merit; wielding it was indeed dangerous.

For it did not merely corrode what it touched—it also infected the wielder with its plagues. Even the strongest Astartes could endure it for only seven minutes before risking corruption.

But the Blood Ravens possessed a unique method of utilization—they stored a degraded variant of the Omni-Applicator in their Relic Chamber.

These degraded Omni-Applicators were failed products of Tech-Priests attempting to replicate the Omni-Applicator without STC templates. They retained most of the original's effects—including immunity to disease, toxin, and poison, and remarkable regenerative capacity—but were weaker than the true version, had limited duration, and would kill any mortal who injected them outright.

But Gabriel had no time to use those degraded Omni-Applicators now.

He endured the Rustblade's corrosion and swung his blade at the towering, unidentified figure before him.