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Chapter 977 332. Savita’s Good Friday, Part 1 (3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 977 332. Savita’s Good Friday, Part 1 (3k)

Retreat, turn, dodge—and then swing.

The power sword penetrated deeply into one of the two hearts of the Death Guard, but Cato Sicarius felt no joy.

With a heavy face, he turned sideways to dodge again, so that the traitor's powerful and heavy power ax swing was in vain. The storm blade was pulled out from the death guard's wound with his movements. Sicarius, hold still

His steps suddenly regenerated new strength, and he rotated his wrist so that the blade cut through the putrid air like flowing water, and cut off the traitor's left hand.

After a successful blow, he did not pursue the victory, but retreated vigilantly. The traitor stayed where he was and began to gasp in a low voice: "That's all?"

"Save your strength, traitor, and look around you, you are losing."

Sicarius held a sword in his arm, and the power sword made a dangerous buzzing sound. It continued to rotate with his movements. The seemingly fancy movements contained endless murderous intent. He mocked: "Surprise attack on us, but in one

They were beaten and retreated from the beginning - it seems that the tactical success cannot cover up the low combat effectiveness, Death Guard."

The traitor who was missing an arm did not answer his taunt, but just let out some kind of low whimper from his throat, like the wail of a wild beast. Sicarius's heart trembled, and several dangerous data flashed across the eyepiece.

The warning ensues: "Witchcraft!"

"Don't even think about it!"

Cato Sicarius roared angrily, stepped forward quickly, raised his sword blade high, and slashed it with both arms. A head then flew high, but what spattered out of the wound was not blood, but blood.

Some kind of pitch-black tiny particles were floating in the air at the moment. After just half a second, they began to gather and make a huge buzz.

Flies, swarms, whatever you want to call them, what emerged from the traitor's corpse made Sicarius feel like he was facing an enemy. He had certainly seen this kind of witchcraft belonging to Nurgle - these flies would sweep like a storm.

On the battlefield, attack anyone with exposed skin, regardless of enemy or friend, regardless of position.

In the eyes of these flies, they are just food. They will bite everyone with their mouthparts, inject venom and deadly germs, and then suck the melted flesh and blood.

Sicarius once saw them wipe out a three-hundred-man Astra Militarum troop in just half a minute. What's even worse is that they don't fully exist in the physical realm. Even if your power armor is fully

Sealed, they can also find gaps and take advantage of them.

"Activate the joint shield!" He ordered in the communication channel. "Immediately! Wen Zhen, call the think tank for support!"

The veterans of the first company immediately responded to his order. They were fighting separately at the weak point of the Black Tower. The soldiers who killed the traitors and demons immediately gathered together in an orderly manner, and the light blue shield was immediately propped up.

.

Sicarius felt relieved. A flashing message popped up on the eyepiece, which was sent by think tanks. A real-time map appeared along with the message. A think tank was approaching quickly with the help of fast mobile troops. Due to the enemy's infiltration strategy

, they have to put out fires everywhere, no matter which legion's think tank.

Wait, did I just say the word "legion"?

Sicarius shook his head and allowed himself to focus on business. He couldn't help but feel a little happy - now, the Rapid Mobile Force is just a nickname, and their real name is the White Scars. If you want to ask why, Sicarius

Si can only tell you that their new vehicle is really enviable.

It would be great if Chogoris's warriors could come to support him. He turned his head and made a gesture. The veterans in the company immediately understood. Several Destroyers stood at the front of the team and activated the spray guns in their hands.

firearm.

Staring at the flies that were gradually dying, Sicarius' eyes felt a little happy. What happened to them was just a corner of the battlefield. Looking at the entire five hundred worlds, in just fourteen hours, they had already

More than half of them were caught in the flames of war.

Well, that means some people's hair is dying in patches.

You know who I'm talking about.

Macragge.

Robert Guilliman used a cold rationality to force himself to look away from the battlefield map. The vast green on the star map made him feel extremely depressed.

If his brothers hadn't helped him resolve his urgent need, I'm afraid Guilliman would have already made some irrational actions at this moment - and he might very well make the same mistake again.

Oh, forcing yourself to go against your own nature is much harder than taking your eyes off the star chart, at least a hundred times harder.

"Calm down, Robert." Sanguinius said softly. "We are all here, so you don't need to be so nervous."

"I understand—I just wish alas!"

Guilliman sighed heavily and did not hesitate to show his human side: "I know we will win, but the price is too high. Why did Nurgle invade? Damn it, afterwards I

How much time and energy will be spent on the aftermath?”

In response to his complaints, the archangel could only give him a helpless smile.

And in the corner of the room, a little giant wearing pitch-black armor was staring at the floor with a heavy face, without saying a word - seemingly without saying a word.

His heart was full of complaints.

Why did Curze send me to these two? My dead, ignorant, stupid brothers-! Can any of you figure out what our father is thinking? He is sober.

It's normal now, but I feel like my situation is worse than before!

Konrad Curze sent me to work for Robert Guilliman and Sanguinius—!

Sevatar almost wanted to shout that the Emperor is the emperor. In fact, he almost did so as soon as he entered the door. But Sanguinius stopped him gently. The angel seemed to be able to understand people's hearts and treated him

He said, before you see the changes in the empire with your own eyes, it is better not to force yourself.

He even knew this, but he was not angry. What else could Sevatar say? He could only sigh. There was no way, he was not a Blood Angel. He was a Night Lord, and he was probably the only one in the entire galaxy.

Night Lords endorsed by Konrad Curze.

"Sevita."

Someone called his name softly, no doubt it was Sanguinius: "As you can see, our brother sent you here - he said it was the only help he could bring to Ultramar.

.From this point of view, you bear a very important responsibility. After all, you now represent the Night Lord."

The Crow Prince straightened his back a lot and raised his head. He meticulously made the most solemn expression he could, and at the same time tried his best to prevent his face from twitching due to too much tension.

"It's a pity that even we don't know what kind of responsibilities we should give you." Sanguinius smiled bitterly. "I'm afraid your expertise will have no effect on the demons of Nurgle."

If anyone else had said this, Sevatar would have probably refuted it, and refuted it with a sneer. But this was Sanguinius, one of the Primarchs, so he nodded.

"So."

Sanguinius and Guilliman looked at each other, and after receiving a slight nod from the latter, he continued: "I plan to let you move freely, how about it? Although the Owl Court that the captain mentioned does not sound like it,

How unreliable, but it is indeed an organization that really exists."

The archangel smiled: "You might even meet a few colleagues."

Savita's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment - what does this mean? Are there other people in this organization? Didn't the captain say that it had just been established?

A few minutes later, his lonely figure appeared outside the city gate of Macragge. A logistics officer who obviously did not know his identity handed a combat motorcycle into his hands. Through the information displayed through the eyepiece,

He knows that this is the latest style, and the speed is so fast that it will 'surprise you'.

Who wrote this introduction? Sevatar cursed. He never expected to see such a vague and exaggerated description on a vehicle produced by the empire. After the logistics officer and his guards left, Sevatar

Then he stretched out his fingers and tapped his right shoulder armor.

A ferocious skull and two blood-red bat wings appeared on it, which were the symbols of the Night Lords - since there was no one around now, he was happy to restore the glorious tradition of the past.

Sitting on the motorcycle, he started it. The neural connection was quickly connected to it, and the data flowed through it like water. With a sense of freshness, Savita pressed the button behind the handlebar. Three symbols

Wen jumped out of the indicator on the front of the car, but in just three seconds, the car and him became invisible.

After another three seconds, a hoarse and gloomy voice sounded in the open space, with a little bit of unnoticeable excitement: "What a baby!"

There is one more chapter, I will try to write as much as possible, after all, this book has an extra ally.

(End of chapter)