Chapter 624

Why did the crystal statue that detonated Sanguinius suddenly appear in front of him? It stood right in front of the door of the shack next to the cannon mount. Fu Qinghai knew very well: it was coming for him, there was no doubt about that.

So what is its purpose?

Fu Qinghai looked up at the statue in front of him, feeling entangled. This was not the body of Sanguinius. Legend has it that this was the death echo and crystallized soul of Sanguinius - in a world with psychic powers, this was much more powerful than a corpse.

But what can this crystallized soul do?

Nobody knows.

According to Qingshan Khan's usual style, he should have kept a treasure of unknown use. But the statue was too big. With the wings on its back, it was nearly five meters high. It was impossible to put it into the white suitcase.

As for the weight... Fu Qinghai walked forward and hugged the statue with both hands. He used the strength of his waist and abdomen to easily lift up the huge five-meter-high crystal statue. Then he flipped his arms and carried the entire statue on his shoulders. The statue was actually very heavy, but for the humanoid crane Qingshan Khan, the weight was not a problem. The key was that it was too large.

Fu Qinghai put down the crystal statue.

You can't just break it into pieces and take it away, right?

Thinking in his mind, he subconsciously placed his palm on the statue. Just as the Saronite Iron Claw blade touched the crystal clear surface of the statue, a burst of white smoke suddenly came out of the iron claw, and the eight demons in the ghost armor screamed heartbreakingly:

"Take it away, Qingshan, take the claw away!"

Fu Qinghai immediately withdrew his hand.

The white smoke slowly dissipated, and Fu Qinghai looked at the spot he had just touched. The statue was smooth, round, and transparent, as if it had been polished several times, with five shallow marks on its surface. The demon in the armor was still chattering with lingering fear:

"It hurts so much, Qingshan, it hurts so much."

In that case, there is nothing we can do.

Fu Qinghai ignored the demons' chattering, took one last look at the crystal statue, retracted his gaze, and resolutely turned to walk towards the battleship passage. He didn't have time to waste on this mysterious statue, he had more important things to accomplish.

The deck beneath his feet was still shaking from time to time, indicating that the space naval battle was not over yet. The fortress-like macro cannon mount was littered with the remains of beastmen, and the lights above his head flickered, indicating that the energy transmission of the battleship was not stable.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Fu Qinghai entered the passage, a dark shadow as big as a hill blocked the entire entrance. Fu Qinghai smelled a foul odor, a odor of the same type and origin as that of the Father of Plague, Kugath, and he slowly raised his head.

This was a Death Guard Chaos Wizard, wearing a suit of Iron Cavalry Terminator power armor. He was already burly, and the fat that had grown out of the gaps in his armor had in turn wrapped around his power armor, turning him into a mountain of fat. His face was covered with warts and cysts, and his head was like a bumpy, moldy potato. When he spoke, pus-yellow saliva kept gushing out of his teeth.

"Where's your master, dog?"

A rude grunt came from overhead.

The Chaos Wizard looked down at Fu Qinghai.

He stepped on the remains of a Black Legion Chaos Space Marine, pressing his helmet and head into the deck, and the broken brain mixed with blood splattered everywhere.

"Tell me, where is Abaddon?"

The Chaos Wizard threatened, spitting heavily.

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this:

"I'd also like to know where he is."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them collided quickly, almost facing each other, the giant axe and claws locked together and fighting each other, and many Space Marines behind the Chaos Wizard opened fire together. Several explosive shells hit the side of Fu Qinghai's knees in succession, exploding bright and dazzling sparks. Although it failed to penetrate the Uru metal shell, the kinetic energy and impact made him a little unstable, so he swung the giant axe outward with force.

"clang——"

The claw blade scratched the axe blade and staggered.

The special property of Saronite is that it absorbs souls and can cause direct damage to the spirits. However, in terms of hardness, Saronite is not particularly outstanding. It is not as good as Uru metal, Adamantium, or even Adamantium.

"You want to find my prey too."

The Death Guard Chaos Sorcerer said with a smile.

Fu Qinghai had roughly guessed who he was.

Tagus Daravek, Lord of the Mail Army.

"Right, so stay out of my way."

Fu Qinghai said coldly. The dark gold and blue metal bat wings behind him "rustled" and rolled inwards, helping him block the dense bombs shot from all around. The barrage of bullets hit the blue energy wing membrane and the steel frame, making a "ding-dong" sound.

Fu Qinghai spread his wings and pounced forward.

"Wow, this is really interesting."

Daravek whispers with morbid delight:

"Someone has set their sights on my exclusive prey. You have some strength, warrior. Join me and I will make you the champion of the Parasite Legion. How about that?"

Daravik actually wanted to recruit him.

The former champion of the Parasite Legion, the Iron Warrior Chaos Lord Ulrech Ansentin, had been killed by Daravek himself - the Black Legion and the Parasite Legion each sent out their champions to duel. The Black Legion's champion Kayan defeated the Parasite Legion's champion Ulrech and tried to recruit the latter. As soon as Ulrech showed a hint of intention, Daravek chopped off his head with an axe.

This is just a microcosm of the many grievances and blood feuds between the Black Legion and the Parasite Legion.

However, Qingshan Khan ignored this suggestion and even turned a deaf ear to it. He used his claws to block the giant axe swung down by Daravek. The tremendous force transmitted along the axe handle shocked the Lord of the Ji Army a little - but that was all. Compared with strength, the Death Guards possessed more powerful characteristics of tenacity and recovery. Daravek roared and went straight to meet the black-armored warrior who was rushing towards him without dodging.

"Bang!"

The herpes burst and pus splashed everywhere.

Fu Qinghai's claws scratched off all the fat and warts that protruded from Daravek's armor. Daravek's whole body seemed to be shaking off countless meat smells. His cheeks and corners of his mouth were peeling under the claws, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. Instead, he looked completely relaxed and indifferent - but soon his relaxed expression froze on his face.

As a Chaos wizard, Daravek clearly felt that every time the blue iron claws scratched, they not only shredded the fat on his body, but also absorbed his soul! This made his mind become muddled and drowsy. The Lord of the Host had not even had time to cast his Nurgle sorcery before he gradually lost his ability to cast spells due to the loss of his soul bit by bit.

The iron claws of Saron rubbed and screamed in the air filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and the stink of festering poison, and the hooks removed piece after piece of armor. Daravek raised his axe weakly to try to parry and resist, but the iron claws directly split Daravek's axe handle, and the momentum of the chopping continued to split Daravek's palm, cutting it in half, and then splitting Daravek's wrist covered with heavy armor, cutting off his forearm from the wrist. Finally, it cut deeply into the neck guard of the Lord of Hosts and sank into his chest with the sound of metal breaking.

Daravek was like a pile of meat. Fu Qinghai flapped his bat wings and stood on Daravek's chest. He grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it back. With a tearing sound, the head of the Lord of the Parasite Army and the spine connected to it were pulled out of his body. The meat mountain fell backwards with a bang. Fu Qinghai was still standing on the corpse, holding the ugly head in his claws with one hand high up, and a shaky white spine was hanging under the head.

The leader of the army was declared dead.

The Parasite Legion's boarding troops collapsed instantly.

He turned around and ran back in a disorganized manner.

Just looking at this lack of discipline, organization, and honor, it is hard to imagine that these guys were once Space Marines, the best-equipped, most hard-trained, and most tactically sophisticated troop in the entire human empire. They are completely like bandits.

…

Inside a passage on the lower deck of the Spirit of Vengeance.

Kayan suddenly stood still and remained silent.

All around him were Chaos Space Marines he had killed.

"What's wrong with you, Kayon?"

The Eldar Scourge nearby asked, panting.

She turned her head away from a body hanging upside down.

As a Dark Eldar, and a noble trueborn of Commorra, Nefertari possessed a face that was exceptionally beautiful even to humans, and scarlet wings transformed by the Haemonculi. At this moment, she had a satisfied smile on her face, and her white cheeks were splattered with blood - by killing and torturing the Chaos Space Marines of the Parasite Legion, the pain of the Dark Eldar, whose souls were slowly sucked away by the Prince of Pleasure, was finally slightly alleviated.

"I saw him again. I saw him again."

Kayan repeated to himself with empty eyes:

"He's coming after us. He's on our boat."

Nefertari knew that whenever Khayon fell into this sluggish state, it meant that he was using his psychic tentacles to probe into other people's minds. She didn't know what he saw at this moment that made this powerful Thousand Sons wizard so terrified.

"Are you afraid, Master?"

A large cat, the size of a rhino, came over with a tattered corpse in its mouth. Putting down the Chaos Space Marine pierced by its fangs, the demon-possessed lynx tilted its head and looked at Kayan in confusion. In its heart, Kayan rarely showed such emotions, even when facing Abaddon, Kayan never showed any fear.

"You are indeed afraid, Master."

The demon lynx Nagua said as if to confirm.

"Of course, of course... I'm scared."

Kayan still stood there, looking ahead:

"Of course I should feel scared, because I don't want to die. If it were you, Nagua, you wouldn't last a single round under his hands, and then your warp essence would be torn apart by those claws... Damn it, Daravek is dead!"

Kayan suddenly jumped up and shouted.

"Daravik is dead?"

Nefertari lifted her hair in confusion and said:

"Isn't this what you want? Or do you think that the honor of personally ending the Lord of the Ji Army must fall on your head? Then you are a little too ambitious, Kayan."

"No, no, no..."

Kayan backed away, shaking his head.

His tone was filled with panic and regret:

"He was the one who killed Daravek. He chased me, he really chased me... I should have expected it a long time ago. How could a mere teleportation help me get rid of this nightmare? That thing can also board a ship, he is exactly like a real Space Marine!"

"Kayan, calm down!"

Nefeta had to remind her.

"ah!"

Kayan suddenly came back to his senses - the Chaos Space Marine he possessed was cut into pieces by a claw, and his psychic vision felt the same, as if he was also cut into several pieces by the strange iron claws. Kayan looked around and found that his Eldar Scourge and Demon Lynx were quietly looking at him. Kayan knew that he had lost his composure, but he could no longer care about it.

He lowered his head and took out a pile of cards.

Searching hurriedly and randomly.

This is the psychic card that Kayan uses to seal demons. He is the only one among all the Thousand Sons wizards who still has this unique skill. Each card seals a demon, and Kayan can quickly summon the demon to use it at a critical moment. Kayan flipped out a card called "Tattered Knight" and stared at it for a long time. This is his most powerful card, but when he thought of that guy who had killed two Chaos Demons...

How could the Ragged Knight be his opponent?

Kayan put down the pile of cards in his hand again.

At this moment, the Thousand Sons Wizard was in a state of confusion.

He wanted to convince Ezekiel to give up the Spirit of Vengeance and leave, but even if Ezekiel agreed, how could he convince the other Space Marines of the Black Legion to give up the legendary battleship, the Spirit of Vengeance? Who would believe that such a horrible thing really existed unless they saw it with their own eyes? Kayan knew the officers of the Black Legion. They would see it with their own eyes, and then they would be slaughtered.

Kayan took off his helmet and rubbed his brow.

Force yourself to think seriously and calmly.

The nightmare was on this ship right now. How could he be stopped? Who could stop him? Kayan could not think of a better way except abandoning the ship. But if he was asked to give up the Spirit of Vengeance, not to mention the other legionnaires, he himself could not make up his mind either - the machine soul of the Spirit of Vengeance was his sister! The former "Itzara", now "Anamesis".

Wait, machine soul, Enaminessis...

Suddenly, Kayan had an idea.

"Where is the place where Daravek died?"

Kayan tried hard to recall what he had just seen.

Looking back at the memory of death, it was not a pleasant feeling. There was no Chaos Space Marine left in that passage for him to possess with his psychic power, so Kayan could only repeat the experience of being "killed" over and over again, carefully searching for some visual details that the poor warrior had overlooked before his death, and finally he saw a vague mark on the wall.

"DG-26-248."

The paint on the walls was badly worn off.

But Kayan still managed to make it out.

"Itzara, where is DG-26-248?"

Kayan quickly contacted the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance.

"I am not Itzara, your Itzara is dead, I am Enamenesis, Kayan."

The machine spirit in the bridge corrected unhappily.

"I don't care who you are, answer my question."

Kayan roared impatiently.

"That is a battleship passage, located at the tail of the Spirit of Vengeance. The three-dimensional view has been transmitted to your helmet. You can check the specific location in the eyepiece."

Said the Machine Spirit Inamenesis.

Kayan put on the helmet he had taken off.

Then he saw where the passage was.

"Sure enough, sure enough, I remember that the boarding torpedo hit close to there. There is still a chance, we still have a chance! I want to exile that thing completely. It does not belong to the real universe. I want it to return to where it belongs!"

Kayan said excitedly while clenching his fist.

Then he immediately ordered:

"Anamesis, detonate the warp engine. I know you can do it. Detonate it now!"

"What, are you crazy?"

The machine soul asked in disbelief.

"Follow my orders!"

Kayan ordered in a firm and unquestionable tone:

"Transfer energy, overload, and detonate! Otherwise I'll send someone over there to place a melta bomb."

"You've gone crazy, Kayan!"

The machine spirit Enaminessis was still trying to protest:

"You will completely destroy this battleship, you will kill all the crew members on this battleship... You will kill me, what on earth are you going to do, Kayan, I don't want to die!"

"Follow my orders."

Kayan said in a deep voice, word by word:

"Be obedient, Itzara."

He called out his sister's nickname again.

"I am following orders."

The machine spirit Inamenesis said in despair.

…

Inside a battleship passage.

Fu Qinghai waited patiently for the Blue Shell to collect the gene seeds. Suddenly, he felt a violent vibration under his feet, and then the walls, ceiling and ventilation ducts began to vibrate, as if some huge energy was accumulating... Then he saw that a broken cable in the corner suddenly burst into a large burst of dazzling white arc sparks.

What's going on?

Fu Qinghai looked around in confusion.

Why does it feel like...

Is Vengeful Spirit about to make a warp jump?

......

(End of this chapter)