Chapter 280: The Faceless Prince

Uriah Planet Five.

Uriah was an ordinary sun, barely burning brightly enough to be called a star, surrounded by spheres frozen in the frost of eternal winter.

Above the fifth such planet, in low orbit, two strike cruisers and a naval cruiser were quietly moored. One of the strike cruisers looked like a jagged dark copper blade, and the relief carving on its bow proudly showed off the skull-bat-wing emblem of the Eighth Legion.

Blood Covenant, also known as Blood Covenant for short.

On the bridge, an ugly, weird and even deformed creature "sits" on the captain's chair, its multi-knuckle claws opening and closing, clenching like a fist, and then slowly loosening like an ugly flower.

This is "Supreme", Vandrod, former captain of the 10th Company of the Midnight Lords Legion. In order to better lead the former 10th Company, now a Chaos warband, he voluntarily combined his body with a Tzeentch demon and became a Tzeentch's possessed warrior.

Unlike Khorne's enchanted warriors, Tzeentch's enchanted warriors are better at tactical command and planning. In the future 41K era, the Supreme will become a well-known master of space naval warfare in the Eye of Terror, but by that time, the soul named "Vandrod" may have completely disappeared.

The enchanted warrior licked its fangs, as if cleaning out food particles stuck between its teeth. The creature's tongue was long enough to clean the crystals from its eyes, but the demon cared nothing for the missing eyelids.

"ah..."

With a cry of surprise, the Midnight Lords Space Marine sitting cross-legged on the deck suddenly opened his eyes.

"What do you see, Soul Hunter?"

The Prime growled, that was the way he spoke.

"I see it, I see it... a fleet, the White Scars, they are following our scent, right here, they..."

The Midnight Lord moved his throat with some difficulty, as if he was still recalling some unspeakable plot and experience.

"They boarded the Blood Alliance and massacred us, killing everyone on board... with only a hundred Space Marines."

If Fu Qinghai were present at this moment, he would definitely be very happy to see the Midnight Lord - because this is the famous "Soul Hunter" he wrote in his little notebook.

Talos Valkolan.

Inheriting the gifts of his Primarch, Talos suffers from chronically debilitating prophetic visions which occur at random and without warning, but are a valuable asset to his Chaos warband - they are heavily relied upon by the traitors without access to intelligence.

"Tsk... So, according to what our 'prophet' said, a mere 100 White Scars killed all the battle brothers on the entire strike cruiser? Night King, I don't know whether this is called 'prophecy' or 'weakness'."

Another Night Lord on the bridge had obvious sarcasm and mockery in his tone. He was wearing an ancient and exquisite set of Iron Cavalry Terminators, proving that he belonged to the Primarch's former honor guard and followers - the Black Guards.

Talos glared back at him fiercely and said,

"I am only repeating what I saw and heard in my dream. All actions are decided by the Supreme Being."

Everyone present looked at the demon sitting at the highest point of the bridge. It slowly tapped its claws, and the tentacles that grew out of the cracks in its armor swayed unconsciously.

Finally, it said slowly:

"We have obtained what we wanted, the relics of the Night King, the crown, the cloak, the sword... There is no point in staying here any longer. Even if there are no White Scars, other imperial fleets will come..."

In fact, the assassin killed the Midnight Haunter in front of a group of high-ranking Night Lords, and left amid their lined gazes and loud curses. If he had not taken away Curze's equipment before leaving, the Eighth Legion would not have had to fight to the death with the Assassin's Temple in Callidus.

Everyone understood what the Supreme meant.

"Retreat, leave here."

The enchanted warrior gave the order.

…

"What!?"

Nakred Thor asked incredulously,

"Just because of a bullshit prophecy, they are going to leave here, abandon the last assassin temple they are about to capture, and flee like a frightened dog?"

The crew member in charge of the communication array nodded with some difficulty in the face of the Faceless Prince's anger and said:

"I think... yes, my Lord."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Nakred laughed dryly a few times:

"It's really interesting. These blood brothers of mine are just like my cursed Primarch. They are trapped in illusions, obsessed with prophecies, and tortured by ridiculous illusions all their lives... How can such people have a future! They are destined to be the products of a tragedy, a bunch of pitiful creatures!"

Nakred became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he couldn't help but spit loudly, and it seemed that he was still furious.

Openly insulting the Primarch.

The mortals under his command didn't even dare to respond.

"Sir, do we need to recall the ground troops?"

After a long silence, a crew member asked cautiously.

"Well, hold off on the attack on the Assassin's Temple and withdraw the Space Marines back to the warships first."

Although Nakred was arrogant, he still had a clear mind. The Supreme War Gang's trust in the Soul Hunter's predictive ability must not be groundless. It was indeed not safe to divide the troops into two places, so they withdrew to the space orbit and wait and see.

…

The Purity and the Fiery Steed tore through the veil between the warp and the real world, like a platinum spear and a diamond of emerald green, splitting the secret realm tides and descending to the outskirts of the galaxy.

As soon as he arrived at Mandeville Point, Fu Qinghai ordered the activation of all detection arrays, and immediately discovered a strike cruiser in the orbit of Planet Five. Next to it was a light cruiser of the Imperial Navy that had lost its plasma signal. It seemed that the Midnight Lords had boarded and seized the ship.

Oh, buy one get one free, not bad.

After confirming that the enemy's fleet was smaller than his own, Fu Qinghai was in a good mood and didn't realize that he had missed the soul hunter Talos that he had been thinking about.

But even if I knew it, I wouldn't feel too sorry.

Unlike general online novels where the greater the fame, the stronger the power, the fame, military rank and personal combat power of these well-known characters in Warhammer 40K do not match each other. Their fame is determined by their roles in the original novels, while their military rank is determined by their combat experience.

The Faceless Prince Nakred doesn't have many parts in the film, but he is the Archon of the Legion, and the Soul Hunter Talos is very famous, but his rank is just a sergeant. If Fu Qinghai took Talos's head to Chagatai Khan to ask for the title of "Hunting Master", Khan would probably give him a big slap.

When the Suzheng was the first to discover the enemy.

The ending was already determined.

"Let's stick to the original plan and board the ship to seize it."

Fu Qinghai said to Qiao Shida and Camille.

"Give me a suit of power armor."

Next to him, Kalamanda, who was wearing a robe, said.

Fu Qinghai glanced at him and said,

"Sorry, you are not a brand new alien space warrior, so you cannot wear the MK8 anti-insurgency power armor."

"Then give me a boarding torpedo and a bolter, and I can get in without power armor."

The Nightbat Warrior's tone was firm and certain.

Fu Qinghai smiled when he heard this and said,

"Old Joe, give him your old MK4 Extreme Power Armor, and also give him a bolter and a chainsword."

Joe Star reluctantly handed over his old armor to Kalamanda. The Nightbat Warrior began to put on the power armor with the help of several servitors. While putting it on, he asked:

"What is the new alien space marine?"

Fu Qinghai smiled slightly:

"You will know it later."

…

As soon as the Blood Alliance left, the Combined Fleet arrived.

At this time, Desolation attacked the cruiser.

"The spear of light is coming—"

The crew screamed heartbreakingly.

The blinding golden light obscured the view from the porthole.

Accompanied by a violent shaking of the ship.

"The shield is intact! Seven percent is dissipated!"

an officer called.

Just as he finished speaking, two more thick beams of light continued to burst out from the translucent shield of the void shield, until...

"Twelve percent lost!"

The ship rocked from side to side again.

The bridge lighting dimmed and briefly failed for a few seconds.

The rune light spot representing the White Scars' strike cruiser advanced with the momentum of a spear, circumvented the side, and quickly outflanked the enemy.

The rune light spot representing the White Scars battle barge approached with the force of a mountain pressing down on one's head, straight and upright.

As the two cruisers crossed each other, their macro artillery arrays unleashed a torrential barrage of artillery fire at each other.

"Shield collapse."

One of the crew screamed, and the impact shook the ship.

"My Lord, the enemy battleship is launching torpedoes."

"Hold on!"

Knakred yelled.

"Sir," a weapons officer said,

"The torpedo has entered the range of close-in defense weapons."

Nakred remained unmoved: "Wait a little longer."

"It's about to break through the 30-kilometer distance!"

"All close-in weapons, open fire!"

Nakred gave the order immediately.

"Boom boom boom—"

Arriving before the boarding torpedoes were the giant shells.

"Sir, the close-range defense weapon is ineffective."

There was despair in the crew's voice.

"this..."

Nakred's eyes widened: It's the jammer macrocannon!

Two of the eight boarding torpedoes disappeared from the holographic projector's display screen, as the jammer array directed them into the endless void surrounding the battleship. The other six rushed towards their target ship and all hit the target.

The Faceless Prince calmly asked to open the ship-wide communication network, and the crew members in front of the console nodded to him.

"Attention all Claw Squads, this is Nakred Sol, six to twelve White Scars have just invaded the ship using torpedoes, the impact location has been sent to the squad commander, find those damn loyalists! My brother, kill them all!"

The Faceless Prince stood up from the command seat and dragged the huge Terminator armor to the observation deck. Through the porthole, he could see the torpedoes stuck on the hull below.

"Damage report."

"Minor structural damage, energy transmission pipeline overload, mainly in the starboard area."

"They want our boat."

Nakred gritted his teeth.

"Okay, then let me see if you have the ability!"

"BOOM!"

The ship rocked again, with enough force to throw the two Night Lords off the black deck, and Knakred stumbled, uttering curses in the Nostraman dialect.

Like a fireworks salute to celebrate a festival, the torpedo hatch slammed open in the center of the bud-shaped crack in the bulkhead, and the Moon Wolf warrior rushed out with a roar, holding the Fat Man launcher high in his hand and roaring:

"Kill the traitors for the Emperor!"

"Your Emperor is dead, fool!"

The other party responded with a roar that was not to be outdone.

The darkness and silence in the passage were suddenly broken by the flash of explosive bombs and the blue sparks of power weapons colliding with each other.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Melon-sized miniature nuclear bombs were fired one after another toward the ends of several passages in different directions.

The light came on and the molten flame exploded.

The polluted air between the tactical team and the Claw team suddenly boiled in an invisible heat current, and the temperature indicator in Qiao Shida's eyepiece began to rise rapidly.

The high-temperature heat flow exploded with a loud bang, rolling and raging, illuminating everything. The Claw Squad, who were at the center of the nuclear explosion, had their power armor roasted in a single heartbeat.

The plastic steel structure in the joint gaps first began to twist, soften, and evaporate, and finally melted into a pool of mud on the deck, slowly flowing out of the empty shell of the armor, and any biomass inside no longer existed.

…

Kalamanda felt like a witness.

Just like the so-called "record-tellers" in the fleet in the early days of the Great Crusade who had nothing to do all day long but utter inexplicable exclamations.

He witnessed the slaughter of the Night Lords with his own eyes!

True, this was not an evenly matched battle.

From the very beginning, it was destined to be a one-sided massacre.

The Brotherhood of the God Machine swept through the Night Lords warband.

Destroy with overwhelming force and unstoppable force.

The White Scars formed several tactical teams, which encountered the Claw Team of the Night Lords on every deck and in every passage. Chainsaws and explosive bombs, plasma and molten metal collided fiercely.

In close combat, they may not have as much combat experience as the Nightbat veterans who have experienced the Great Crusade and the Heresy, but they are faster and more powerful.

Long-range shooting had an overwhelming advantage. The peculiarly shaped explosive weapons could shatter the thickest ceramic steel breastplate with just three or two hits, causing the Night Bat warriors' cobbled-together MK5 power armor to shatter and burst in all directions like the Imperial Guard's carapace.

As time goes by.

The battle area gradually tightened.

The hunting net slowly closed in on the bridge.

Corruption and depravity were rampant here, and even the air tasted foul. The ship had been in the Warp for too long, breathing the same recycled air for too long.

Fu Qinghai held the hilt of the sword with both hands and held it horizontally in front of his face to block a bomb that was fired at his face. Shrapnel and flames exploded less than 30 centimeters away from the eyepiece, but the hand holding the sword did not move at all.

The sword made of true adamantium alloy is still intact, shining silver-white, as if it were brand new.

"What kind of weapon is this?"

one of the Night Lords asked.

The iron nails inlaid on his forehead gleamed brightly in the dim light of the passage. There were three in total, two gold and one silver, in recognition of his contributions to the Human Empire.

"Blue Fang, Tuned Sword."

Fu Qinghai responded.

"Very good, it will be mine soon. The lackeys of the false emperor are not worthy of possessing such a powerful weapon."

The other party laughed.

Fu Qinghai also laughed:

"Your gene-seed is mine. Do not worry, I will keep it in the Emperor's service."

…

Bridge.

Fu Qinghai looked at his enemy.

Dark blue paint with white lightning patterns.

Thick iron chains were wrapped around the arm armor and shoulders. The pink human skin was pulled by hooks and stretched tightly to the armor shell. A huge skull was inserted on the spikes, and fresh flesh and blood still adhered to it.

In one hand he wielded a huge T-shaped chainsword, and in the other he had a lightning claw surrounded by arcs of electricity.

Kent Card Terminator.

The Faceless Prince, Nakred Thor.

Fu Qinghai recognized the other person's identity from the ugly face covered with thick stitches and broken flesh - so this is what the so-called "Faceless Prince" means.

Fu Qinghai pressed his thumb lightly, and the high-frequency vibration mode was turned on. Amid the distracting buzzing sound, the straight and heavy sword body and the sharp curved teeth all turned into a blurry silver shadow.

"White Scar!"

"I'm going to eat your gene-seed."

Nakred Thor shouted angrily,

"I will tear your throat out with my bare hands!"

"Ding! Clang!"

The chainsaw sword in Fu Qinghai's hand seemed as light as a feather when wielded, but it was as heavy as a thousand pounds when it came into contact with the opponent. With each clash of metal, Fu Qinghai took a step forward, and the opponent took a step back. Just as the faceless prince was retreating step by step...

"Bang!" Kalamanda shot a bullet into Nakred's neck.

The sword pierced through the Faceless Prince's spine, multiple lungs and a heart, and the ceramic-steel composite armor seemed to be nothing. In the brief moment before the bullet exploded and blew the enemy's head into a bloody fountain, Fu Qinghai grabbed the enemy's head and pulled it over.

The bomb exploded.

Before Kalamanda could react, a chainsaw sword that had stopped rotating and vibrating came to rest at his neck.

"I said his head is mine. Don't you understand me, Night Lord?"

Fu Qinghai's tone was grim, and the murderous aura permeated through his armor as if it was real. Kalamanda was so frightened that he dared not move. He replied stiffly with difficulty:

"I, I apologize, sir."

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(End of this chapter)