Chapter 446: Qingshan Khan vs. "Flesh Ripper"

The boarding battle began.

The Iron Pagoda warriors moved out en masse.

The Chapter Master personally sat in the rear as a reserve.

Before the battle situation becomes clear, the Space Marines cannot send out in full force. Otherwise, if the Chaos Space Marines also board the Chapter fleet, they will be facing several undefended "empty ships". Both boarding and counter-boarding are very important.

The seven-member team of the Zero World Guild also made a choice. They decided to stay on the Purification for the time being, observe the battle of the Space Marines, and then decide whether to join the battle.

Inside a cabin.

Augustus took out a bunch of spell materials and a scroll from the witchcraft bag, tore off the scroll and began to cast a spell. After fireworks splashed, he successfully summoned a monster.

A bright green eyeball with a vertical pupil.

Floating in the air, swaying and looking around.

Eye of Kilrogg.

A very classic spell for the warlock profession.

Because Augustus is a wizard, and this is a sorcerer spell that uses the power of shadow, so it must be successfully cast with the help of a spell scroll prepared in advance and a bunch of spell materials. After the Eye of Kilrogg appeared, it was like a bright and dazzling green fireball, moving very fast, running around in the cabin, turning around and observing.

Augustus looked at the chief priest in front of him:

"The Eye of Kilrogg, I'm sure you're familiar with this thing. It will follow you and observe the battle process. It will also connect to my vision. Don't worry about it."

Tristan nodded.

Augustus snapped his fingers.

The Eye of Kilrogg turned on stealth mode and gradually disappeared into the air, but the chief priest could always feel the small force of shadow attached to it. Shadow is the opposite of holy light. Tristan is a paladin, and others may not be able to detect its existence, but he can.

The Zero Realm Guild wanted to watch the entire process of the Space Marines boarding the ship, and Augustus was very sensible. He made this request directly to Fu Qinghai and expressed his willingness to pay a certain price for it as a reward for his kindness in taking them on board and leading them to understand the Warhammer 40K universe.

Fu Qinghai gave the task to Tristan.

At this time, in the captain's room of the Supremacy.

Zofia, dishevelled, walked out of the bedroom yawning, came to Fu Qinghai's desk and sat down, lying on the table with sleepy eyes, tilted her head and looked up at the irregularly shaped golden crystal floating in front of her, stretched out a finger and touched the edge of the crystal.

The golden crystals began to spin.

Is this the Naaru fragment?

Zofia thought to herself.

…

A crimson battle barge.

The Flesh Tearers' cloister is part museum, part house of worship. The walls here are adorned with ancient relics inherited from the Legion, preserved in their sanctity by stasis fields from the Dark Age of Technology. The floor is inlaid with fragments of the armour of fallen Captains, telling the stories of their deaths. Reclaimed blades of honour are placed in a circle around the edge of the pulpit.

Nasir Amit knelt in the middle.

"May the blood guide me."

The Flesh Tearers Chapter Master whispered.

There are two statues standing in front of him.

The Emperor and Sanguinius.

"I will wash away the shame with the blood of traitors."

Nasir Amit looked into the eyes of the Emperor's statue.

"Please give me strength."

Then he turned to look at the statue of Sanguinius:

"Put away my rage, and resist my curse."

Nasir rested his forehead on the floor.

After praying, the Flesh Tearer stood up and put on his helmet.

Nasir walked out of the hermitage. A group of battle brothers had been waiting outside for a long time. The Flesh Tearers Chapter Master said as he walked:

"Has the Iron Pagoda boarded the ship?"

"Yes, they just announced that two Chaos ships are under their control and asked us not to open fire."

It's so damn fast that it starts from behind but ends up being the first to arrive.

Nasir thought to himself.

As expected, they are the sub-group of White Scars.

"Let's go!"

Nasir Amit gave the order in a deep voice.

…

A Blind Faith-class raider.

Tristan stepped over the threshold into the control room and moved quickly to the left. A barrage of lasers shot at him, and dense scarlet lasers splashed on his armor like raindrops. The head priest raised his bolt pistol and fired two shots into the chests of two traitor crew members. Their bodies were thrown back, and blood, viscera, and broken bones were splattered all over the console. The third traitor then opened fire, but his bolt pistol was shaking in his hands, and he could not adapt to the recoil of the bolt pistol. He only destroyed a bunch of data screens.

"The Emperor's tools serve only His servants."

Tristan casually shot the man.

Then a pool of viscera was stuck to the wall.

Camille followed Tristan into the control room. He rushed deeper into the cabin. Three men blocked his way. The potion master pushed them aside with a shoulder, slashed two heads with his sword, and killed the third with a thunderous headbutt. In front of him, a panicked traitor crewman was trying to operate a Locke missile launcher. Camille tore the head off the nearest corpse and threw it at the man, knocking him away. A bolter then drilled into the traitor's chest, shattering his sternum and causing him to explode.

Tristan sheathed his bolt pistol.

"There are no Chaos Marines here."

The hermit monk said to the chief pharmacist,

"Are you a little disappointed?"

"fine."

Camille nodded:

"After all, this is just an escort ship. It's normal that there are no Chaos Space Marines on board."

"Activate the transmission beacon?"

Tristan inquired.

"No, I saw a Thunderhawk gunboat parked on the boarding deck. We can take that Thunderhawk gunboat directly to another cruiser. Maybe we can fool them."

Camille came up with a bold idea.

The pharmacist hasn't killed enough.

At this moment, a voice interrupted the communication channel:

"Attention all boarding troops, the Flesh Tearers and Bloodthirsters have launched a Death Company, and several of the torpedoes have successfully hit the target. Avoid the targets I marked and do not board the ship."

It was Khan's voice.

At this time, Fu Qinghai was sitting on the command seat of the Suzheng, observing the entire naval battlefield and thinking about when to attack.

The little secret of the Dark Angels is the Fallen Angels, and the little secret of the Blood Angels is the Death Company - they will organize the Space Marines who are trapped in the Black Rage into a special company, paint all the power armor black, and only spray a scribbled red cross on the chest and shoulder armor, and then use them as consumables and death squads, loaded into the boarding torpedoes and sent to the interior of the enemy ship. The soldiers of the Death Company do not distinguish between friend and foe, they will only kill all living and moving creatures, and then start to kill each other until the last man.

The Blood Angels set up the Death Company because they didn't want to execute their own warriors. The Blood Angels Space Marines sacrificed their lives to be loyal to the Emperor, but were executed by the Chapter Chaplains in the end. This was neither honorable nor glorious. They might as well let them all die on the battlefield, which was also considered a glorious sacrifice. From a utilitarian point of view, the Death Company was also a waste of waste. They worked hard to create a Space Marine, but they went crazy after just a few battles. It was too wasteful. They might as well use them as high-level cannon fodder. The Blood Angels in the Black Rage state ignored the pain and focused on killing. Even Chaos Space Marines would be terrified if they encountered them.

As for whether Black Rage can be cured?

In the ten thousand years between 31K and 42K, only two Blood Angels had ever experienced Black Rage and successfully overcome it. One of them was Mephiston, the Lord of Death, one of the most powerful think tanks in the history of Astartes.

Tristan picked up the data pad and took a look.

"It's not the cruiser we selected."

"Very good, let's do it then."

Camille said with a chuckle, and called a technical sergeant, ordering him to take over the control of the Blind Faith-class raider, set a fixed route and continue sailing forward, and not let it stop and spin. Then the two led the Space Marines to the hangar and found the Iron Warrior-painted Thunderhawk gunboat. The technical sergeant quickly cracked the mechanical key in the gunboat, and they rushed out of the boarding deck on the Thunderhawk gunboat and flew towards the Destroyer-class cruiser sailing side by side.

"Actively activate the friend-or-foe identification system."

Camille ordered, her hands on the control panel.

The technical sergeant pressed a few buttons as instructed.

After the friend or foe identification was successful, the close-in defense weapon array on the Destroyer-class cruiser did not open fire, allowing the Thunder Hawk gunboat to pass through the void shield and fly towards the open boarding deck.

This was so smooth, perhaps because at the same time, the other side of the Destroyer-class cruiser was suffering from heavy artillery fire. Macro cannon light spears followed one after another, and the shield bubble trembled. Several crimson shark assault boats seized the brief opportunity between the artillery fire and rammed into the battleship's hull at high speed. The front end of the hot melt exploded and pierced through the hull armor, and then fiercely inserted into it.

…

The Flesh Tearers' assault boats rammed into the cruiser.

The Sons of Sanguinius rushed madly into the breach.

If this warship is regarded as a human body, then after cutting open the skin and muscles, you can see that the intricate channels inside the warship are like blood vessels, with a large number of traitors surging in them. The armed sailors are like platelets, and the Iron Warriors are like white blood cells. They quickly rush to the damaged parts of the body along the blood vessels, trying to plug the gaps of inflammation and bleeding. The black and gray Iron Warriors collided with the crimson Flesh Tearers, neither of them giving in.

"I curse your god of carrion!"

The Iron Warrior roared:

"Curse your winged alien primarch!"

Nasir Amit, wearing an Indomitable Terminator and a huge chain-saw gauntlet on each hand, was like a violent engine of destruction. As he rushed towards a group of Chaos Space Marines, he set off a storm of saw blades and arcs, and the adamantine teeth and disintegration force field crushed everything around him. The curses of the traitors made him furious, and he swung his fists to chop off the heads and limbs of the enemies.

"Be worthy of the blood of Sanguinius!"

Nasir Amit raised his hands and shouted.

"Blood for blood!"

The Flesh Tearers roared loudly.

Nasir Amit, the former captain of the 5th Company of the Blood Angels Legion, was not wearing a helmet and his armor was covered in blood. He grabbed an Iron Warrior with broken armor and stared at the man who was stupid enough to dare to show his flesh with red eyes. He opened his mouth with a "ha" and bit down hard.

Two loyal Astartes Space Marines, with special teeth lengths - Space Wolves and Blood Angels. The difference is that the Space Wolves have curved canines, while the Blood Angels' pair of sharp fangs... are hollow!

"Gulp Gulp..."

The Flesh Tearers Chapter Master gulps down the blood of his enemies.

Suddenly, he stopped, and then vomited a stream of thick bile. Nasir Amit's face was very ugly - the blood of these Chaos Space Marines was too inferior, full of pollution and odor, and it was only worth spitting out.

At this moment, an Iron Warrior suddenly rushed out from the side of the passage, raised his chainsaw axe with both hands and roared:

"I am—"

"Bang!"

Nasir Amit raised his hand and knocked him away with a punch.

"I have no interest in the names of your heretical gods, traitor."

The Flesh Tearers Chapter Master wiped the blood from his mouth and said grimly.

"Son of Sanguinius, keep going!"

…

At this time, on the other side of the battleship.

The Thunderhawk gunboat landed on the boarding deck.

The surroundings were empty, without any Chaos Space Marines, only a few servitors. A crew member ran over and stood outside the cockpit door of the Thunderhawk gunship, with a flattering smile on his face, and was about to speak.

"Bang!"

The hatch suddenly swung outward and knocked him flying.

Fly high up a distance and then fall to death.

The chief priest walked down the gangway and looked around. He found that something was wrong, the servitors were still standing there stupidly, and the traitorous crew had already started to escape.

"Why is there no defensive force at all?"

Camille also walked down the gangway and asked in confusion.

Tristan felt the vibrations coming from under his feet.

"They are under attack."

The experienced chief pastor said with certainty.

"Let's go, quickly find the void shield generator, destroy it, and then place the transmission beacon."

The pastor gave the order in a deep voice.

Chief Chaplain Tristan tends to be more prudent. He looks for the void shield generator every time he boards. After destroying the void shield, he can call for more Space Marines to send support when advancing, and activate the transmission beacon to return to the flagship of the chapter when retreating. If it were First Captain Qiao Shida, he would not waste time looking for the void shield generator. He would lead the Space Marines to rush directly to the bridge.

"Roger that, sir."

The Iron Pagodas quickly entered the passage.

…

Destroyer-class cruiser, bridge.

After endless killing.

They finally arrived here.

Nasir Amit stood there, gasping for breath.

His eyes were dazed, and a boiling darkness enveloped his mind, constantly threatening his restraint. He groaned and punched the saw blade into the armored floor, clenched his fists with both hands, buried his head in his arms, and prayed in a low voice:

"Emperor, protect me with your mercy and burn my bloodlust with the infernal fire of justice. Emperor, keep me away from the darkness in my soul and let me overcome my..."

"Bang!"

A heavy bolter shattered his shoulder armor.

Nasir was thrown to the ground.

"My lord, be careful."

The Chapter Chaplain pounced.

"Cover! Cover!"

Several combat brothers quickly opened fire to return fire.

"Uh uh uh…Ah!"

The battle is far from over.

The Flesh Tearers Chapter Master roared and stood up.

All we can do is continue to fight.

He hacked away at limbs instinctively, his weapons blurring around him, his blood humming in his veins, his twin hearts roaring, all interweaving into a choir of death sonatas. The Flesh Tearers Chapter Master lost himself in the joy of slaughter, killing was the only thing on his mind. Reaching out to eviscerate an Iron Warrior and tearing through his cybernetic muscle fiber lining, he crushed a foe beneath his iron boots, crushing the skull of the traitor crewman. Thick pieces of flesh spattered the red armour, blood pooled around his throat...

"roar--"

Nasir Amit roared to the sky.

…

Camille bent down to examine the body in front of him. There was a burnt hole on the chest of the Iron Warrior. The flesh around the wound had merged with the armor, and burnt oil rolled out of the wound, covering the entire breastplate like a black net.

"Metal weapons or high explosives."

Camille spoke to the data recorder in the helmet:

"The chest cavity is intact and has recycling value."

A probe extended from the medical backpack of the chief pharmacist and pierced the wound, starting to analyze the blood composition. Lines of biological data information scrolled in Camille's eyepiece field of view. It was discovered that there were not only Iron Warriors, but also biological information of other Space Marines, Blood Angels, in the blood in the wound.

"The two Blood Angels are here too."

Camille said calmly.

The pharmacist extended his extractor and thrust the bladed tube into the corpse's neck. The end of the tube found the gene storage gland accurately and closed. With a wet hiss, the gland was sucked into the medical backpack through the catheter. The process was very familiar. A green icon lit up in the corner of Camille's helmet display, indicating that the gland had been safely retrieved.

This gene-seed will be frozen and sent to the Phaeton Forge World for analysis by Master Quinto.

"Buzz..." A slight buzzing sound.

Camille activated his bone drill. Another gland was hidden deeper in the body and was even more difficult to reach.

Camille is harvesting seeds here.

Tristan was not idle over there either.

After setting up the transmission beacon, the chief priest led the Space Marines to disperse. After exploring, he said:

"Turning around this passage is the bridge."

Suddenly, several roars came from the end of the passage:

"Roar—" "Roar!" "Roar!"

Tristan and Camille were suddenly startled.

These are not sounds that a human throat can produce.

"I'll go see what's going on."

Tristan said in a deep voice.

…

Nasir Amit stood up.

Glancing around, he suddenly found himself on a strange yet familiar warship, an ancient vessel far grander and more powerful than any he had ever stood on. Its plasma reactor hummed in a restrained yet angry rhythm, and the battleship's bulkheads trembled with energy.

This is a powerful battleship.

"Re-... Vengeful Spirit?"

He could hear the sounds of heavy fighting coming from many corridors, and he subconsciously reached for his weapon.

Suddenly, a pair of strong iron hands locked his throat. They squeezed and held tighter, strangling his life bit by bit. Nasir struggled to get them away, but the iron hands were too strong. No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. Death and darkness surrounded him. Nasir knew he was going to die. There seemed to be a sense of fate in the dark. This was the final destination of his death. Unless...

Nasir stood up suddenly, and the saw blade at the bottom of his chainsaw glove pierced the technical sergeant's chin. A large amount of blood spurted on his face, and the Flesh Tearers Captain kicked the technical sergeant in the chest and kicked him away.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The technical sergeant also stared with red eyes, stood up and drew his gun to fire. The first shot missed, and the second shot hit Nasir, blowing off a piece of armor and smashing his abdomen. The pharmacist rushed over from the side and dragged him to the ground. The chapter leader turned over and pressed the pharmacist under him, hammering his face, smashing his helmet and shattering his skull.

As if forgetting about the chainsaw gauntlet in his hand, Nasir drew the katana from his thigh and plunged it into his comrade's torso, stabbing him again and again until the tip of the blade struck the hardened, sealed ribs of the Space Marine. Nasir dropped the katana and dug his fingers under his gorget, breaking it off and exposing his throat. Then he leaned forward and pierced him with his fangs, tearing at his throat. He enjoyed the taste of the chemically rich hot blood, filling his mouth and warming his throat.

"Bang!"

A heavy blow hit him on the shoulder.

Tristan smashed Nasir away with the Power Scepter.

Then he raised his gun and shot to force back an Iron Warrior.

"Da da da da!"

With one magazine empty, the head priest quickly jammed the gun into the side of his thigh and pulled out a plasma pistol.

A beam of blue plasma flashed by.

An Iron Warrior was shot in the head on the spot.

"Ouch!"

A huge figure jumped up from the side and knocked him down.

Tristan was caught off guard and was pinned to the ground by Nasir. The chief priest cursed and was about to swing his scepter to hit him hard. At this time, another flesh tearer rushed over and pulled Nasir off Tristan with both hands, pushed him to the ground, and yelled at his captain:

"What kind of madness is this?"

The awake Flesh Tearer said angrily:

"The curse took all of you?"

At this time, the entire bridge was in chaos. The Flesh Tearers were killing each other. The remaining Iron Warriors and traitor crew members wanted to take advantage of the situation and kill the Loyalist Space Marines. The Iron Pagodas quickly joined the battlefield, attacking the Iron Warriors while guarding against friendly forces. The Iron Pagodas remembered the orders of the Chapter Master. Once these Angels who were in a blood-thirsty frenzy showed a threat, they would immediately shoot and kill without mercy.

Camille, who had just extracted the gene seed, came to the bridge and saw the chaotic scene of the three parties fighting endlessly. He was immediately shocked and quickly retreated into the passage. He pressed the button on the transmission beacon hard to activate the beacon, and shouted:

"Khan! Khan! Support is needed!"

Nasir roared, rolled over, blood-stained saliva dripping from his mouth, and rushed towards the head priest.

The Head Priest spun around, avoiding his grasp, and swept the Power Staff across, shattering his leg armor.

"Holy wrath!"

Tristan raised his scepter high.

A pure white holy light emanated from his whole body.

However, the surrounding Flesh Tearers still pounced on him with weapons in hand, their eyes red and their teeth bared.

Holy Light is useless for Bloodthirst.

The chief priest felt for the stasis grenade at his waist.

Damn, too close!

I'd be locking myself into the time dilation.

Tristan nimbly dodged their attacks.

Then he threw two stasis grenades into the distance.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The two Flesh Tearers are locked in time dilation.

The chief priest only carried two stasis grenades, and he was unwilling to kill these Blood Angels unless it was absolutely necessary. However, what he did not expect was that Nasir Amit was trapped in visions and hallucinations, and still maintained a very strong fighting instinct. He twisted his body to avoid the stasis grenade, and hit the chief priest's chest with two chain saw gloves.

"puff--"

The chief priest vomited blood and flew backwards.

I saw a flash of white light behind him.

"Bang!"

Fu Qinghai caught Tristan.

White lights flashed behind him one after another, and a large group of Iron Pagoda Terminators followed the chapter leader and arrived!

"Khan."

The chief priest said this with blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Leave it to me."

Fu Qinghai said calmly, putting down the hidden cultivator in his arms.

"Ah! Kill! Ho! Kill!"

Nasir Amit strode towards them with a bloodthirsty look on his face.

Qingshan Khan took the initiative to walk forward quickly.

The Flesh Tearers Chapter Leader threw a powerful punch, and the Iron Pagoda Chapter Leader dodged lightly. He raised his hand and pushed outward, causing Nasir Amit to lose his balance instantly, and then turned and hit his chest with an elbow. With a dull "bang", the Flesh Tearers Chapter Leader staggered back. Fu Qinghai slapped Nasir in the face, and with a crisp "snap", the Flesh Tearers Chapter Leader's head tilted. Then he kicked him on the side of the knee, breaking the joint and cracking the leg bone. The Flesh Tearers Chapter Leader knelt on one knee with a "pop".

"Hoo...ha!"

Nasir Amit raised his head, opened his mouth and showed his fangs, and then his whole face was covered by a black gauntlet. Fu Qinghai pressed Nasir's face with his left hand, forcing him to bite continuously, then pressed down hard and lifted his right knee.

"Bang!"

Nasir's face hit Fu Qinghai's knee hard.

His head jerked upward, his chin raised high, and several teeth shot towards the armored porthole on the top of the bridge like bullets, making a "ding-dong-dong" sound, accompanied by a spray of blood and a piece of tongue, and Nasir Amit's lower jaw was completely broken.

"Bang..."

The heavy Indomitable Terminator fell.

Fu Qinghai then leisurely took out a stasis grenade.

He pulled out the bolt, threw it away, and walked away.

Time dilation enveloped the Flesh Tearers Chapter Master.

At this time, people around noticed it.

The Blue Fang Chainsaw Sword and the Blue Blade Power Knife were hung on the magnetic buckles on the left and right sides of Qingshan Khan's waist...

It has not been pulled out yet.

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(End of this chapter)