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Chapter 179 Licat: Gu! Kill me!
The nervous Licat raised his head and looked around in confusion.
It expands the psychic energy and pulse electromagnetic waves released from its brain, instantly making it aware of where it is.
Angel Castle! The council chamber of the prey! Five hundred genetically modified and enhanced creatures called Astartes!

It really wanted to sneak into the Angel Castle and turn the tide of the war at a critical moment.

But the timing is obviously wrong! The location is also wrong!

Not only Licarte didn't understand the situation, but the Astartes in the Red Chamber also didn't understand the situation.
An alien appeared inexplicably in the Red Council Hall?
It was shocking, but dangerous.
There were five hundred Blood Angels Chapter Masters, Chief Librarians, and Company Commanders standing in the Council Chamber, with nearly five hundred bolters aimed at the blasphemous alien psyker.
Not to mention a Neurotic Licat, even if a Hive Tyrant came, it would be defeated here.

Although they didn't understand the situation, at least a hundred years of combat experience allowed these soldiers to react quickly and pull the trigger.

In an instant, it was as if hundreds of thunders exploded in the red council hall, and the entire building shook. Nearly five hundred bombs turned into a burning rain of fire and shot towards the neuralgicat in the center of the round table.

Neurolicat hurriedly let out a sharp roar, and the huge brain under the crown burst out with psychic light, instantly blurring the boundary between reality and subspace, and almost draining the little psychic energy left in Neurolicat.

A solid semicircular psychic shield surrounded the Neurolicart. The bullets that touched the shield were like being trapped in a swamp, instantly becoming slow and creating waves on the psychic shield.

The nerves on Licat's head collided and burst one by one, and a thick light blue liquid flowed down its crown.

To resist the psychic power of Mephiston, Zhou Yun's sudden attack and the volleys of five hundred Astartes, even the Neurolicart, who had extremely strong psychic power, was almost at his limit.

It turned its head to look at the red and pink wooden door it had passed through when it came in. The wooden door had disappeared without a trace.

Neurolicart could only use the pulsed electromagnetic waves in his brain to find the weak point of the Red Great Council Hall, and planned to break through from there——————

"Alien!!!"

Before the Nervous Licat could start to act, a terrifying roar filled with blood and energy rang out from the hall.
Yor of the Blood Knights roared like a wild beast. His silver-red power armor, stained with dried blood, was extremely terrifying. The bloody thirst that seeped out of it surrounded the descendants of Sanguinius.
Yoel turned into a scarlet cruel shadow, streaking across the entire hall. The blood-stained chainsaw sword roared angrily, venting his anger towards the alien.
The whistling chainsaw chopped heavily on the psychic shield supported by Likart, and the entire psychic shield let out a whine.
This creation from the power of the warp was ultimately unable to withstand the wrath of the Son of Sanguinius and dissipated in streaks of light.

The Nervous Licat roared, turned around and raised two lilac claws like small sickles.
However, Blood Knight's Yor is more brutal, crazy, fearless and cunning than it.

He almost let the sharp claws of the Neurolicat pierce into his power armor, and then took advantage of this moment to push the chainsaw sword heavily towards Lilicat with both hands.

The alien's blasphemous and corrosive blood spurted out from the Neurolicat's chest, splashing onto Yoel's silver-red power armor, emitting streams of corrosive white smoke.

But Joel didn't care. Some of the alien blood spilled on his helmet and seeped in through the breathing hole, but Joel seemed not to be hurt. Instead, he let out excited roars, as if the alien blood made him excited.

"Scar!!!" The Nervous Licat let out a wail, its body was almost cut off.

But it seemed to have sensed something, and it used all its strength to stab its two sharp claws at the helmet that Yoel never took off.

Yoel dodged instinctively, uttering a cry of fear, and the chainsaw sword in his hand was pulled out of the abdomen of the Neurolicart.

"Yol!!!" Dante's roar sounded, the melta pistol in his hand roared, and the two sharp claws of the Neurolicart broke.

The nervous Licat fell heavily to the ground. It let out a sharp cry, and a thick slurry burst out from its head. Powerful psychic energy fluctuations were released instantly.

The psychic energy fluctuations that could awaken fear almost instantly flooded into the minds of every Blood Angel.

Licart specially regulated this psychic fluctuation, which would make every Blood Angel see their most horrifying scene.
"I am a dermatitis of the Grass Mud Prototype! Traitor!"

"The sons of Sanguinius will never fear!"

"Kill!!! Horus!!! That's Horus!!"

But this seemed to have the opposite effect. During the brief period of physical stiffness, the descendants of Saint Guilles seemed to be awakened to anger, and they roared and rushed towards the nervous Licat who was lying on the ground.

The Crimson Blade's Chapter Master was so angry that he even drew out the finely crafted power sword from his waist and threw it at the Neurotic.
Licart was unable to dodge and had half of his tail chopped off by the power sword.

The Neurotic's alien face showed an expression that could be described as bewildered.

Since landing on this planet, everything that has happened has been so inexplicable and incomprehensible.
Why are things always so bad on Baal?
The psychic light on the head of the Neurolicat flickered. It planned to squeeze itself one last time, burn some of its own flesh and blood, and forcibly establish contact with the Genestealers in the Scalyx Castle, extracting their hundreds of years of faith to mobilize the power in the subspace, so as to gain a chance to escape.
But at this moment, the red and pink wooden door appeared again.
A hand stretched out from the wooden door, pulling the dying Nervous Licat on the ground——————

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, the nervous Licat suddenly jumped up from the ground and pounced on the Blood Knights' leader, Yoel, without hesitation, as if he was seeking death. Yoel also noticed the hand that stretched out from the red and pink wooden door. He almost instinctively thought that it was also an enemy.
"Don't even think about it!!!" Yoel roared.
The chainsaw sword in Yoel's hand whistled and slashed at the hand.
However, the hand flipped over like a magic trick, and a plastic toy dagger that shone with a faint golden light appeared in his hand.
Bang! ! ! !

Even in their deep anger, Yor and the other Blood Angels could not help but admire the exquisite swordsmanship.

The toy dagger blocked Yoel's attack in a very clever way, and flicked away Yoel's chainsaw sword.
Then, with lightning speed, the hand reached out to the nervous Licat who was trying to commit suicide by throwing himself at Yoel's chainsaw sword.

But that hand was much faster than Licart's broken body. It grabbed Licart's half-broken tail and pulled it towards the red and pink wooden door.

Neurolicart struggled and roared, squeezing out the last bit of spiritual energy from his almost dried-up brain tissue.
Licart's angry roar rang in the ears of almost all the Blood Angels.

The roar seemed to be cursing the Blood Angels for not killing it quickly.

But this only caused the Blood Angels to fall into a brief confusion.
I have been killing enemies of humanity all my life, and I have never heard of such a request.

The back half of Licart's body was dragged into the random door. It struggled to hold the door with its broken arm, but the power of that hand was so strong that in less than a second or two, Licart was dragged into the red and pink wooden door.

In an instant, the red conference hall fell silent again.

Having calmed down from their anger, the descendants of Sanguinius looked at the broken marble table and the blood on the ground in confusion.

"What's that red and pink wooden door?!"

"I seem to have seen it. I heard the followers of the Saint Doraemon religion on Bal II say that the Saint Doraemon they believe in walked out of that door."

"No, no, I heard from the Death Worshipers on the main planet of Baal that it is a divine weapon carried by the God of Death they worship, which can go anywhere. In addition, there is also a walking stick that can find the location of anyone. Together, they symbolize that death is inevitable."

"We Flesh Tearers have seen that wooden door on Baal."

For a while, the hall was filled with low voices of discussion.

There was only one Astartes warrior wearing red and white power armor, looking down at something on the ground with a confused look on his face.
"Where's my sword?"

"Where's my Seiko power sword??"

"That's my Chapter's Relic!!! My "Blade of Haldros"! How come my Power Sword is gone!!!"

Chapter Master Caen of the Crimson Blades raised his head with a look of grief and anger and let out a roar.

The soldiers present looked at Caen in bewilderment.

Dante, who was standing on the stage and had a rough idea of ​​what was going on, twitched his lips.

In the desert of Baal, Zhou Yun stuffed the Neurolicat into the four-dimensional pocket on his stomach with a comfortable look on his face.
Mephiston looked away, not daring to watch the Secondary God of the Warp eating.

But suddenly, Mephiston saw a flash of silver light, and Zhou Yun took out a shining, finely crafted power sword from somewhere. The sword was inlaid with exquisite gems, and it was made to look like three drops of blood being sprinkled into a skull cup.

".Isn't this the Crimson Blades' holy relic, the 'Blade of Haldros'? A precious relic named after their chapter's home planet."

When Zhou Yun heard this, he blinked in confusion, but he did not stop putting the finely crafted power sword into his four-dimensional pocket.

"I just thought it was a pity to just throw it on the ground. I thought maybe they didn't want it anymore."

"What a waste, don't you think?"

Zhou Yun sighed and shook his head.

Mephiston's expression stiffened slightly when he heard this, and he quickly touched the Soul Sword Vitalus at his waist.

(End of this chapter)