Chapter 467

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

"Hmph, a little noble from Wen Tu Li Ya, you've got some guts."

The wizard chuckled softly, raising his hand toward the Maintenance Passage without looking back.

"Boom!"

A bolt of Psyker Lightning slammed into the alloy door at the passage exit, shattering the heavy gate into fragments in an instant.

"We've been discovered, charge!"

Dominic let out a low growl and rushed out first.

His Power Axe whistled through the air, cleaving the two Fear Demons lunging at him in half.

The Holy Relic Talisman sensed the aura of Chaos, emitting a faint golden glow that formed a weak barrier around him.

Four Tian Shi Guards followed closely behind, fanning out to cover his flanks, their Power Axes and Power Fists striking simultaneously to smash the charging Servant Group cultists into gore.

"Just the five of you, and you think you can kill me?"

The wizard stood on the Platform, letting out a shrill laugh, "Truly adorably naive."

He waved his hand lightly, and nine Crimson Letter Warriors moved at once.

Their steps were uniform, their Power Halberds slicing the air with fierce spirit-energy winds as they met the Tian Shi Squad.

"Clang, clang, clang!!"

The deafening roar of metal colliding shook the ears.

As soon as they clashed, the Tian Shi Squad fell into an absolute disadvantage.

They dared not move more than Five Meters from Dominic, their formation crushed tight, unable to bring the Terminator Armor's strength advantage to bear.

But the Crimson Letter Warriors had no misgivings, their Power Halberd strikes vicious, bolstered by Chaos spirit-energy boosts, each blow heavy as a thousand jun.

Worse still, the wizard stood at the Rear, constantly unleashing spirit-energy missiles and Distortion Spells.

Traces of corrosion had already begun to appear on the Tian Shi Guards' armor surfaces.

"Ah!"

A muffled groan sounded.

The Tian Shi Guard on the far left was pincered by two Crimson Letter Warriors, a Power Halberd viciously piercing the gap in his Chest Armor.

Strange rainbow energy surged in along the halberd blade, and the sound of boiling flesh and blood instantly came from within his armor.

"Adult, run..."

He used his Last Bit of Strength, fiercely hugging the Crimson Letter Warrior before him, his other hand pressing the Thermal Bomb at his Waist.

"Boom!!"

A violent explosion blasted open in the Cargo Hold, the searing thermal flow devouring both of them together.

Dominic saw this scene and felt only depressed.

The Tian Shi Squad had followed him for a full eight years.

From the Solar Star Domain to the Menglong Star Domain, they had experienced countless life-and-death trials together.

But here, in this damned Chaos Space Trap, they had not even a chance to display their strength.

The remaining three Tian Shi Guards were also in dire straits.

Cracks on their armor grew more numerous, their movements increasingly sluggish.

The wizard stood on the Platform, laughing with increasing glee:

"Give up, Mortal, submit to the Lord of Change, and you may yet gain greater power..."

Dominic said nothing.

He gripped his Power Axe, the Holy Relic Talisman on his Chest growing ever dimmer.

He knew he could not hold out.

The James Tong could not hold out either.

He slowly closed his eyes, silently apologizing in his heart to the Emperor and to the Ancestors of Wen Tu Li Ya.

He had failed to complete the Quest, failed to defend the Warship.

He had let down everyone's expectations.

"Bridge comms," he rasped into the Communication Device, "initiate self-destruct sequence, password..."

Before his words fell, he did not see that on the alloy wall of the Cargo Hold corridor, at the eyes of the dust-covered Emperor holy statue relief, a faint, almost imperceptible golden light quietly lit up.

"Hiss-crack~!"

The faint sound of a Space Tear was drowned out by the battlefield's noise.

On the alloy wall at the End of the Cargo Hold, a long, narrow slit split open without warning.

Irregular Pale Flames burned at the slit's Edge.

The flames had no temperature, but the moment they appeared, the temperature of the entire Cargo Hold plummeted.

Even Yi Su's rampant Rainbow Flames seemed suppressed, flickering much more weakly.

Black silhouettes wreathed in ghostly Pale Flames emerged silently from the crack.

Thirteen in all.

They stood over two meters tall, clad in pitch-black Power Armor, the edges of their armor wreathed in Pale Spirit Flames that never went out.

Mottled bones and flame coats of arms decorated their shoulder armor and chest armor, without any Legion insignia, nor any squad numbers.

They just stood there silently, not uttering a word, as if they fundamentally did not belong to this world.

The slaughter inside the cargo hold strangely stagnated for an instant at this moment.

Even those mad demons subconsciously retreated a few steps, letting out terrified whimpers.

Next second, they moved.

No shouts, no battle cries, not even the hydraulic sound of power armor operating was audible.

Like thirteen streaks of burning black lightning, they lunged straight at the Thousand Sons sorcerers on the platform at astonishing speed.

"What thing?!"

The sorcerer's laughter came to an abrupt halt, the eyes beneath the mask fiercely contracting.

He could clearly feel that those black armored warriors exuded an aura that made his soul tremble.

It was destruction pure to the ultimate, the ultimate judgment targeted at all Chaos existences.

"Intercept them! Quickly intercept them!!"

The sorcerer screamed, frantically waving his magic wand.

The surrounding Pink Horrors, Distorted Demons, and surviving Slave Cult Believers surged toward those thirteen black shadows like a tide.

But their obstruction was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

A power sword wreathed in pale flames ignited in the hand of the leading black armored warrior.

He casually swung, and three Horrors pouncing at him were instantly touched by the flames.

No miserable shrieks, no collapse of Warp energy.

Those demons were like moths flying into fire, instantly turning to flying ash, not even a trace of soul fragment able to escape back to the Warp.

Permanent dying.

The other black armored warriors also struck at the same time.

Their attacks were cold, precise, without half a superfluous movement, every blow striking a vital point.

Bomb guns in their hands were like extended limbs, every bullet precisely piercing the demon's entity, the pale flames attached to the projectile would thoroughly incinerate the enemy from flesh to soul.

Ordinary weapons chopping on them could only leave shallow traces.

Even if their bodies were heavily injured, severed limbs would rapidly reshape in the pale flames, as if they would never fall.

"Get up there! Kill them!"

A trace of fear crept into the sorcerer's voice.

Nine Crimson Letter Warriors immediately turned, forming a battle formation, psychic energy surging on their power halberds, meeting the charging black armored warriors.

In the Thousand Sons' cognition, Crimson Letter Warriors are near-immortal existences.

Souls imprisoned within armor, physical damage almost unable to thoroughly kill them.

But this time, they encountered their true nemesis.

"Clang!"

The black armored warrior's power sword and power halberd fiercely collided together.

Pale flames spread up along the halberd shaft like maggots in the bone, drilling into the Crimson Letter Warrior's armor gaps.

"Hah aah ah!!"

From inside the armor came the miserable shriek of the cursed soul.

That was pain more terrifying than death.

The armor that had imprisoned them for over ten thousand years, under the scorching of pale flames, not only failed to protect them, but instead became a prison burning souls.

In just one exchange, the two Crimson Letter Warriors charging at the very front stiffly fell down.

The souls inside the armor were thoroughly purified, dissipating without a trace.

Only empty, exquisite armor remained, clattering onto the metal floor.

The remaining seven Crimson Letter Warriors' formation fell into great disorder.

The black armored warriors yet had not the slightest pause, like precise killing machines, cutting into the battle formation.

Cleaving, thrusting, shooting.

Every movement simplified to the extreme, yet carried lethal killing power.

Pale flames spread wantonly in the cargo hold, wherever they passed, demons, cultists, Crimson Letter Warriors...

All existences related to Chaos were incinerated completely.

In just a few dozen seconds, nine Crimson Letter Warriors, totally annihilated.

The sorcerer on the platform thoroughly panicked.

He could no longer care about maintaining the formation, summoned a Floating Oddity Disc with a grab, leapt onto it, turned and flew toward the Chaos Guard Ship docked at the cargo hold berth.

He wanted to escape.

He didn't want to stay here for even one second.

These black armored monsters, fundamentally were not existences he could fight against.