The serpent kept bleeding a silvery tal instead of blood, and the psychic apparition didn't bleed at all, instead losing pieces of itself, then regenerating them in a golden glow.
Still, that two-handed sword had to be at least a Force Weapon, as every single strike hit and did damage.
The daemon prince struck back furiously, teeth and claw matching the angel blow-by-blow.
anwhile, the Litany kept firing in a wide circle around the fiery arena, while our corvettes bombarded nearly every single Chaos base to keep them pinned.
But suppression couldn't last long, as the Chaos fleet decided to attack and rescue the traitor Primarch.
"Scythes of the Emperor, can I depend on you to escort my mother and support the angel against the serpent?" I asked while turning towards Captain Thrasius and his squad.
They didn't hesitate for a second, and nodded politely towards Justine. "Of course, Captain Pef. It would be our honor and our duty. For the Emperor!" the Captain proclaid in a certain voice.
I was afraid this might an their deaths, but such is the fate of all Astartes. Not one of them has died of old age.
My mother had equipped a light power armor and a worshiper possibly.
My first shot hit his face straight on, but it barely singed his hardened skin, then a blur pushed away as it sped and struck the traitor with his Power Maul. The Chaos space marine simply broke in two, head exploding into gore and blood, then his chest.
"Containnt and eject the remains into the sun" I demanded while poking the Ryza Magos on his shoulder. Or maybe his hip, hard to tell with the transhuman cyborgs.
A few servitors stayed behind to complete my order, and we ran towards the next enemy sighting. I vectored their path on my implant. The dicae ward, of course.
"Send servitors to protect the wounded. If any are able to shoot, give them weapons." I spoke on the vox-bead, among deep breaths.
Commanding from the front was exhausting, and my Canticle battlecruiser was really big. Lots of running to do.
Then we reached a deck elevator and I managed to calm my breath, and observe Ludvaius. The marine seed barely excited, as if this was only routine or training for him.
I an, he probably saw more combat missions than I saw STC templates, so it made sense a little.
"Wear your helt, Astartes." I demanded as I rembered mine and drew it on. I rather not get punched in the face again.
He listened to , for so reason and it was just in ti. The elevator doors opened suddenly, and we entered a hail of bolter fire and shrapnel from grenades and exploding machinery.
I fell on my belly on reflex and started firing my Hellpistol at any big face I could find. Since space marines are so big, their wide faces make a decent target, with their eyes as the bullseye.
About a dozen shots later, I did score a full hit, and I saw the traitor's eye burst and explode into purulent green goo. Nurgulite traitor, most likely. No wonder they headed for the dical ward.
I kept firing, while around myself the servitors and void marines began exploding into chunks of tal and blood.
Ludvaius stood in front of and fired his bolter in loud staccato bursts, then a bluish lta blob from the barrel underneath.
Another traitor Astartes died, his armor failing him and the lta round burning his organs like cre flamb.
Then form the side, a woman's voice started singing and chanting, and a dozen Sisters arrived leading a few hundred walking wounded.
I'm not sure how they kept breathing and shooting while also running and chanting, but perhaps they had special training.
My own breath was painful and getting difficult, and I was lying down and shooting a recoiless weapon, not a bolter.
Then again, logic wasn't the strongest suit of this universe. A traitor marine growled sothing and punched a Sister straight through her belly, but the woman keep singing and shooting the ugly face from point-blank range, til both of them fell to the deck, dead.
Another sister grabbed an Astartes and flung him over the shoulder, then aided by two other won cracked the traitor's head open, and then incinerated the brains.
The guardsn fired their own weapons in support, without doing too much damage, but it helped.
The nearest traitor Astartes turned to return fire, and Ludvaius pounced, striking his back with the Power Maul and then crushing the head under his armored boot.
Did I ntion this galaxy is a bit brutal? Oh, yes.
Almost imdiately, my friend was lifted up in the air by so unseen force, his arms forced back, leaving him exposed.
So I sprang from my safe-ish position and rushed out, firing my pistol at the pink wearing sorcerer. It did nothing, of course. The psyker had a force field around him and simply lifted his other hand towards .
Sucker!
His face scowled in bewildernt, then fear as I got closer and closer and his Warp powers had no effect.
Then I slipped on so blood and slid on my back towards him, luckily avoiding a burst of bolter rounds from the last traitor Astartes.
My left hand grabbed my Power Dagger and I sliced the Chaos psyker's leg as I passed under him, and jumped towards the bigger threat.
But here, my luck ran out. The space marine simply caught my wrist and broke it like a twig, and ignored my reflex kick to the balls. Damn it!
These guys didn't have balls anymore.
"Funny guy, aren't you?" The Chaos Astartes chuckled in a baritone voice.
A thin scream behind announced Ludvaius had arrived and terminated the wounded sorcerer. "Purge the unclean!" he bellowed in a loud shout.
His barrage of bolter rounds struck the traitor, only to be deflected by so type of shield.
But then another lta blast crashed that shield and I fell to the deck as the traitor drew his own weapon to parry Ludvaius's maul.
I rolled away and kept shooting with my good hand, which possibly only annoyed the humorous traitor.
Then, as the two Astartes were locked in a contest of strength, a tallic tentacle flashed by and scooped out the traitor's brain in a single second.
"Interesting. I've never seen such bionic implants before." the Magos comnted while examining the still living brain with fascination. I nicknad this techpriest the Juggler, for his skill with scalpels, as he had the habit of spinning a dozen scalpels in mid-air before a surgery.
Juggler lowered the pulsating brain towards , so I can see it for myself. The brain looked rather normal to , though why would anyone make black tal wires as a brain implant? Pehaps emulating his Primarch, Angron?
"Ouch. Perhaps those are slave controls" I muttered as my wrist started acting up, no doubt due to the exposed bones sticking out.
A Battle Sister ca to check out and give a dical prognosis. "I fear you will never use that hand again. Pray to the Emperor, for healing and for salvation."
I sighed inward and fell on my back, trying to rest. Why was everything so bright?
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