Chapter 355: He Likes You

In the dense woods and rolling mountains, a large group of Kroot carnivores with wings on their backs suddenly rose up, holding various weapons in their hands.

If they couldn't defeat the jet bikes of the Ark Eldar, could they also defeat the pterosaur cavalry of the Savage Eldar?

But when the Kroot Shaper saw the fleet of jet bikes flying in the distance, he was completely desperate:

"Damn it, the Eldar and Humans have formed an alliance!"

The Kroot Shaper turned around and shouted,

"De Han, De..."

Only then did he suddenly realize that the Dark Apostle had already been riding the Khorne Steel Bull all the way towards the temple.

"Get out of here, all of you!"

De Han roared, manipulating the Khorne Steel Bull to knock away the Kroots and Savage Eldar. No matter whether they were Howling Dragoons, Kroot Ape Beasts or Direfang Dragoons, they were as fragile as chickens in front of the Khorne Steel Bull and were knocked away one after another. The angry Dark Apostle made no distinction between friend and foe, waving the huge scepter in his hand, smashing all the soldiers that stood in his way.

The pterosaur cavalry and the Kroot were still fighting when the motorcycle cavalry under Fu Qinghai arrived on horseback, fired a few rounds of heavy explosive shells, and swung their power halberds, and in just a few moves they dispersed all the flying troops of the Kroot Carnivores.

His vision went blank, and Fu Qinghai soon saw the Chaos Space Marine riding on the back of the Khorne Steel Bull, rushing up the temple ramp against the flow of people on the battlefield.

The Chaos Space Marine's circular nozzles on his power pack were converted into two blazing torches. His dark red armor was engraved with dense black prayers, and white paper streamers filled with scriptures fluttered in the wind. There was also a huge golden spike ring installed behind his neck, and the invisible force field deflected and refracted the black darts that attacked from all around.

It was the Dark Apostle of the Word Bearers!

Fu Qinghai locked onto him instantly.

He is even equipped with an Iron Halo!

Without saying a word, Fu Qinghai twisted the handlebars, stepped on the accelerator and dived. The sharp bow of the jet motorcycle killed a group of Kroot carnivores that were blocking the way, and broke through the blood and broken limbs that were splashing all over the sky, separating them to both sides.

Blocking the entrance to the temple was the chief of the Savage Eldar. This middle-aged Eldar man rode on the back of a particularly large and ferocious Deinonychus and picked up a spirit bone spear to meet the Dark Apostle.

However, he didn't expect that the Word Bearers didn't take him seriously at all. The Khorne Steel Bull had just stepped on the last step with its front hooves, and facing the serrated fangs and bloody mouth biting towards it, the Khorne demon turned its head and knocked the giant dinosaur to the side. The pure flesh and blood body was so fragile in front of the spikes and horns forged by Khorne. The giant dinosaur raised its neck, and broken teeth and scales flew out one after another.

The dark apostle waved his scepter, and the power scepter containing chaos magic broke the spirit bone spear with a "snap". Then he pulled out his plasma pistol and shot the Eldar chief. The blue plasma penetrated a hole in his chest, and the chief fell to the ground.

Saramand's jetbike had been destroyed by Fu Qinghai. She was now sitting on the back of a pterosaur cavalryman, using a star dart pistol to participate in the battle. She turned her head and saw the Dark Apostle riding on the Khorne Steel Bull and easily killing the Eldar Chieftain...

"No--"

The howling banshee screamed, jumped off the dragon's back with her scimitar tightly grasped, tapped the shoulders and heads of several Savage Eldar cavalrymen with her toes, tumbled and moved, and headed straight for the temple gate.

Fu Qinghai set the automatic floating cruise mode of the bull-shaped jet motorcycle, hung the power Guandao on the side of the motorcycle, picked up the Blue Fang and the Inertia Hammer, checked that all the weapons and equipment were correct, jumped off the jet motorcycle, and rushed towards the temple gate.

De Han stood at the entrance of the temple, frowning as he looked at the twisted Eldar characters engraved on the stone wall in front of him. He was completely unable to comprehend the meaning of the characters. The dark apostles tried to chop, chisel and hammer with their weapons, and tried to drive the Khorne steel bulls to butt against them, but they were all blocked by some mysterious unknown energy, and the stone door remained intact.

Seeing the urgent situation, the Dark Apostle put one hand on the stone door, closed his eyes, and whispered:

"The peaceful night descends upon the devout Lamb, the scorching sun gives way to the cold stars... The blazing gazes of the gods have turned elsewhere, but they are not asleep. Under the dome of the highest sky, they are pointing the way forward for me..."

The Word Bearer spoke rapidly. This was the prayer of Lorgar Aurelion. As he continued to recite, lingering black mists could be vaguely seen in the marks and ink on the armor and paper, and the Colchis words transformed into red, green, blue and purple lights.

"Look at the first star. It is the eye of the gods in the night, pointing me in the right direction... The gods have scattered their messages in the sky. We are changing from day to night, from heat to cold, from movement to contemplation. I will seek the oracle in the sky and search for the truth..."

The Eldar words engraved on the stone wall were flickering, dimming, and disappearing under the erosion of the indiscriminate chaotic psionic power... and eventually turned into a mess of graffiti.

"open!"

De Haan pushed hard against the stone wall.

"Boom—"

The dark temple passage appeared before them.

The Dark Apostle drove the Khorne Steel Bull in.

"Qingshan!"

Saramand had just arrived, shouting,

"He must know something. We must stop him."

"nonsense."

Fu Qinghai rushed into the passage.

The Howling Banshee followed in shortly after.

…

The interior of the temple was dark, without any lighting.

Behind her was the faint shouting of the battlefield, and in front of her was the heavy stomping of the Khorne Steel Bull. Saramand's banshee mask had been damaged in the previous battle. At this moment, she was running quickly along the passage with a power scimitar in one hand and a star dart pistol in the other.

The passage was spacious enough to accommodate the Khorne Bull. Sarahmand was very anxious and kept speeding up, but was surprised to find that Fu Qinghai in front of him was wearing thick power armor, with a chainsaw sword and a power knife hanging on the left and right sides of his belt, and a square hammer on his back. His speed was not slow at all...even faster than his own!

It seemed that he was trying to widen the gap with him.

The interior of the temple was winding and the passage was winding all the way down. Saramand and Fu Qinghai saw many traps along the way, but they had all been destroyed, leaving only debris and broken walls. It seemed that having a Khorne Steel Bull leading the way was not completely without benefits, at least the road was unobstructed.

There is an exit vaguely ahead.

There was also a hint of dim light revealed.

Sarahmand and Fu Qinghai looked at each other. For some inexplicable reason, the tacit understanding they once had when they fought side by side seemed to have returned to them.

"careful."

"the same as you."

Having not seen each other for many years, Fu Qinghai didn't know whether Saramand had made further progress in the path of the Howling Banshees' sect, but he was no longer the young boy who had just become a Space Marine for less than a year.

He is the Chapter Master of the Iron Pagoda.

The two just rushed out of the passage.

"Moo——"

Sure enough, a low, rumbling roar came from the side. Fu Qinghai, who was mentally prepared, didn't even look at it. He turned around and pulled out the Blue Fang Chainsaw Sword and slashed over.

"Clang! Bang!"

Fu Qinghai was knocked flying, and his power back panel hit the wall of spirit bones heavily, leaving a cracked dent. Then he landed steadily and seemed to be fine.

Sarahmand turned her head to look at the Khorne Steel Bull. To her surprise, this Khorne demon, which was completely immune to the Star Dart Pistol, actually had a deep and narrow gash on its face.

Sarahmand was wondering why Fu Qinghai still wore a chainsaw weapon when he had a power weapon. She didn't expect that this chainsaw sword could easily hurt the demon.

"Whoa, by the Four Gods, look what this is?"

The Khorne Bull was digging its feet in place, as if it was gathering strength again. At this moment, a voice sounded, and the two turned their heads to see the Dark Apostle walking out from the shadows, exclaiming in amazement:

"A Space Marine and an Eldar are fighting side by side. If the dying Corpse King saw this scene, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life. Haha!"

The Word Bearer sneered.

After saying that, he looked at Fu Qinghai's black-gold power armor and the chapter emblem on his shoulder, feeling a little unfamiliar. After thinking for a while and not finding the name, he began to mock:

"So it's a newly formed warband. I thought so. No wonder you're so eager to come here and die. Haha, I don't even bother to kill you, a nobody."

The Iron Pagoda Regiment was discriminated against!

Haven't you even heard of Qingshan Khan's name?

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking: The Navigator Ambassador looks down on the Iron Pagoda Regiment, and you don't know the Iron Pagoda Regiment either... That's right, no fame is no fame. I came to the planet Kellnak III to meddle in other people's business, isn't it just to establish the reputation of the regiment? Just the right time to use you as a scapegoat!

Saramand glared at him:

"Filthy Chaos believer, get out of the Eldar temple! Your soul, your breath, your very existence, is defiled this extraordinary sacred creation all the time!"

Fu Qinghai was not angry at all. He said calmly:

"The Word Bearers' understanding of the common interests of mankind is still so superficial. No wonder the Perfect City was bombed to the ground. I'm curious, when you knelt down in front of the Ultramarines, was the expression on your face as defiant as it is now?"

"You, you… ugh!"

Being hit in a sore spot, the Dark Apostle was immediately furious. He pointed the scepter at the other party and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"roar--"

The Khorne Steel Bull rushed towards them again.

Fu Qinghai saw that the gash on the face of the Khorne Steel Bull was slowly healing under the influence of some unknown force. He had an idea and retracted his chainsaw sword and pulled out the inertia hammer.

Saramand was even more confused. She didn't know what true adamantium was. According to the Eldar's usual thinking, she was guessing that the chainsaw weapon might have some kind of psychic enchantment, so it could easily hurt the Khorne Steel Bull - but she didn't sense any breath of psychic energy or ether.

And now Fu Qinghai has changed his hammer.

"I'll go solve that chaos..."

Before Saramand finished speaking, Qingshan took a step forward to face the Khorne Bull, twisted his waist and turned a circle with the hammer in both hands. The square iron-gray hammer head looked very plain and simple, without the arc flashing of the disintegration force field, and without the flame light of the psychic energy burst. The Khorne Bull did not dodge or evade, but bowed its head and pushed forward, and the Space Marine hammered it hard without bias...

"Dong~~~"

A loud bang that shocked the soul.

The entire Eldar temple seemed to tremble.

The floor of the spirit bones lifted up, and dust fell from above. With the huge kinetic energy brought by the early sprint and the weight of the body, the Khorne Steel Bull was actually smashed by Fu Qinghai's hammer...

Turned in a circle.

Even the Blood God Niu Niu was confused.

He stood there with his head tilted, at a loss.

Fu Qinghai did not stop, but continued to step forward. With one foot as the axis, he turned the hammer twice again, and then smashed it hard on the broad face of the Khorne Steel Bull again.

"Dong~~~"

The Khorne Steel Bull was completely overturned on the ground, and flew out with all four hooves facing the sky. On the other side, the Howling Banshees and the Dark Apostles were already fighting each other. Saramand, without the Banshee mask, lost her most deadly weapon. Facing the Dark Apostle's short and powerful power scepter, she was retreating step by step. Suddenly, a huge monster flew towards them.

The perceptive Saramand was the first to sense the giant's attack, and immediately dodged it with a backflip. De Han, who was about to take advantage of the victory, suddenly felt a shadow covering him. He looked up and saw that his own Khorne Steel Bull, the largest and strongest Khorne Steel Bull, actually took off into the air and flew towards him!

"Bang!"

The Khorne Steel Bull smashed into the Dark Apostle, one bull crushing one person, and they all rolled backwards with a "bang". The Dark Apostle's armor on the front and back of the chest were shattered, and he could not help but groan in pain. He was about to push the Khorne Steel Bull away and get up, but the Howling Banshee holding a scimitar and the Space Marine holding a hammer had already come to kill him together.

The Khorne Steel Bull shook its head and stood up. De Han quickly stepped back two steps, raised his scepter at the two men, and loudly chanted a spell in the Colchis dialect.

The pungent smell of ether emerged in this underground space, and the surroundings began to flicker like a mosaic blur. The dark and obscure psychic fire was boiling, directly passing through the power armor and vibranium lining, attaching to his skin, and began to constantly bite, burn and gnaw on Fu Qinghai's flesh and soul.

"Ahhh—"

Fu Qinghai couldn't help but scream out in pain.

On the contrary, the spiritual bone armor on Sarahmand was very thin and close-fitting, but it blocked the burning of the psychic flames.

Saramand ran forward past Fu Qinghai, raised his Star Dart Pistol and fired a volley, trying to interrupt the Dark Apostle's spell, but was knocked away by the Khorne Steel Bull that rushed over from the side. Seeing this, De Han quickly climbed up and ran back.

Fu Qinghai staggered forward two steps, then fell to one knee with a "thump". He felt hot pus and blood oozing out of his nostrils, eyes, and ears, blocking the goggles and breathing valve of his helmet. He raised his hand to remove the helmet filled with turbid liquid, and gasped with a dull look. The skin on his face had begun to fester and fall off, revealing red muscles and white bones, as if his face had been peeled off alive.

"Um..."

Fu Qinghai slowly raised his head.

There was a strange red glow in his eyes.

The Khorne Steel Bull that was about to rush towards Fu Qinghai was glared at by the pair of red eyes and suddenly stopped in his tracks, breathing heavily from his nose and standing there.

At this moment, inexplicable anger and tyranny filled Fu Qinghai's heart. He did not realize that a certain genetic talent called "Fighting Desire" had been quietly activated. At this moment, his mind was blank, his eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, his left hand was clenched into a fist, and his right hand was holding the hammer handle. Step by step, he slowly approached the Khorne Steel Bull. Faced with such a murderous momentum, the brass beast actually began to kick its four hooves and retreat step by step...

"ah--"

Fu Qinghai roared, raised the inertia hammer with both hands, and smashed it on the head of the Khorne Steel Bull with a "BANG", hammering it directly into the bone floor.

"Qingshan... Qingshan..."

A weak voice sounded nearby.

When Fu Qinghai heard the call, he suddenly blinked and shook his head violently. The red in his pupils slowly faded away. He turned his head and looked to the side. Sarahmand was struggling to prop himself up and stood up from the wall.

Fu Qinghai lowered his head and looked at the dead Khorne Steel Bull in front of him. His eyes were slightly confused and he had no memory of what had just happened.

He quickly ran over to help Saramand up. The Howling Banshee coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaned over to pick up her power scimitar, raised the tip of the blade and pointed it forward:

"Qingshan, hurry...quickly stop him!"

Fu Qinghai raised his head and saw that in this deep and dark underground space, the only source of light was the spirit bone altar in the distance. The entire altar was made up of clusters of crystals, emitting a soft, faint light.

At this moment, the Dark Apostle was trying hard to climb up the altar. The thorny crystal clusters pierced the gaps in his broken armor, and blood flowed down along the crystals. At the highest point in the middle of the altar, there was an exquisite long sword.

The two men hurried to the altar.

Fu Qinghai spun the inertia hammer while running, and it flew out of his hand after one rotation. The hammer broke through the air and flew towards the dark apostle, smashing him onto the altar with a "bang", and blowing up a pile of crystal fragments.

As Saramand ran, he fixed his eyes on the inscription on the altar and whispered a few words in the Eldar language that Fu Qinghai could not understand. As he was reading, the howling banshee suddenly opened her eyes wide and said in a lost voice:

"Sword of Sorrow, Cavill!"

"It's a Crone's Sword!"

What sword? Before Fu Qinghai could hear clearly, Saramand had already jumped up regardless of his injuries and jumped towards the high altar. At the same time, the dark apostle gathered his strength and raised his scepter to sweep towards the crystal cluster. A cluster of sharp crystals shot straight at the howling banshee, causing Saramand to scream and fall to the ground.

At this time, Fu Qinghai finally recalled some simple settings of the Old Woman's Sword, and he also realized that the Old Woman's Sword was the core key to the competition between the two sides. Whoever can get the sword can reverse the situation and kill everyone.

All three of them were covered in wounds, but Fu Qinghai's self-healing ability was stronger, so he didn't need Saramander's signal. Seeing the dark apostle struggling to climb the Crone's Sword, Fu Qinghai leaped onto the crystal altar. Just as he was about to pull out the long sword before the dark apostle, he suddenly heard a warning from the Force in his heart!

Fu Qinghai withdrew his hand for some unknown reason.

"Hahahaha…"

De Han stretched out his hand with a grim smile, grasped the hilt of the old woman's sword, and pulled it out of the altar with force!

"No..."

The howling banshee lying on the ground widened her eyes.

The Dark Apostle raised the Crone Sword in his hand.

The next second, "Boom——"

The blazing and surging psychic flame exploded on the sword, and then immediately spread along the sword to the entire body of the Dark Apostle, wrapping him in flames.

"ah!!!"

The Word Bearers let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The Dark Apostle tried desperately to shake his hands wildly, trying to throw away the longsword in his hand, but the Crone Sword seemed to stick to his palms and he could not get rid of it. In the end, the Chaos Space Marine could only raise the Power Scepter and slash at his right arm fiercely. His broken arm and the Crone Sword he was holding fell to the ground together, and the psychic flames on the Word Bearer's body finally gradually went out.

"Puff."

The Dark Apostle fell backwards to the ground.

Fu Qinghai walked over and saw that the dark apostle had a dull look in his eyes, his armor was burnt black, the skin on his face was curled and swollen, as if he was angered by Fu Qinghai's pitying look. He mustered up his last bit of strength and turned his head to look over.

"May I have your name?"

He stared blankly at Fu Qinghai's face, as if he had discovered something magical, and suddenly asked.

"Qingshan, Qingshan Khan."

Fu Qinghai touched his face and answered.

The festering skin on his body had been repaired by the Extremis virus and was slowly getting better. Fu Qinghai didn't know why the Word Bearer had that expression. Was it because he had never seen a Space Marine that healed so quickly?

"Qingshan, Qingshan, what a good name..."

The Dark Apostle muttered to himself, and suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his severely burned face:

"Qingshan, do you think you won?"

Fu Qinghai frowned.

What does this mean?

"Hahaha, hahaha..."

The Dark Apostle let out a vague chuckle, and while laughing, he overdrew his limited vitality, but he did not seem to feel sad, regretful or painful. Instead, he stared straight at Fu Qinghai in front of him, and intermittent sounds squeezed out of his throat:

"You know, I saw it, I saw it in you... Khorne likes you, hahahaha, Khorne likes you, sooner or later, you will become like us, sooner or later, you will throw yourself into the arms of Chaos and join our ranks. Hahahaha, because He likes you, you will become the person you once hated the most..."

"You think you won, Qingshan?"

The Dark Apostle smiled on his ugly and distorted face.

"Welcome to Chaos, my brother."

After leaving behind a meaningful sentence, the Word Bearer tilted his head and completely lost all vital signs.

Fu Qinghai stood there, his mind churning.

There was no speech for a long time.

"Crack…"

Suddenly, he heard a slight noise.

Fu Qinghai turned his head and saw Sarahmand Uslan, with one hand on her arm, limping towards the old woman's sword held in her broken arm.

"No, Sarah!"

Fu Qinghai shouted hurriedly.

The howling banshee raised her head, glanced at the man, shook her head slightly, and panted weakly,

"No, Qingshan. I think I can..."

After saying that, Saramand leaned over and picked up the sword.

Fu Qinghai's heart was in his throat.

Saramand pried open the charred broken palm and grasped the hilt of the Crone's Sword. The exquisite and gorgeous Eldar longsword lay quietly in her palm without any change.

"call..."

Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief.

Saramand raised her head and smiled at him.

......

　Two chapters of 6,000 words are combined into one!

(End of this chapter)