mtlumby2d Chapter 341: Challenging 1 to All 2
Chapter 341: Challenging 1 to All 2
Chapter 341: Challenging Everything 2
Honsuo stood in the communications room of Gorehowl, the holographic projection of that repulsive face reflected in his crimson goggles—Sauren Vax, leader of the Noise Warriors of the Sons of the Emperor. His face was covered in distorted runes and metal implants, a disturbing smile playing on his lips.
"Hungsuo," Soren's voice came through the voice changer, laced with harsh static. "What a surprise that you would contact me first. I remember the last time we met, your chain axe almost split my head in two."
Honsor's eyes flickered, his voice low and hoarse: "Enough nonsense, Soren. I'm not here to settle old scores. You've heard about the angels on Alpha-1, haven't you?"
Soren's smile twisted even more: "Of course I've heard. Super soldiers, white wings, and that madman Russell wielding an entrenching tool. What, are you scared?"
"Afraid?" Hong Suo's voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "I just feel that it would be difficult for either of us to crack this tough nut on our own. Rather than fighting separately, it's better to cooperate for now."
Soren's metal fingers tapped the table, producing a grating sound: "Cooperation? How ironic. But... you're right, those birdmen are indeed a problem. I can temporarily set aside my hatred for you, but after it's done, I want 70% of Alpha-1's resources."
"Fifty percent," Hong Suo's voice was cold and firm, "Otherwise, I'll go find the Death Guard. They may be slow, but at least they won't be as greedy as you."
Soren's laughter echoed through the communicator, jarring and chilling: "Deal. But Honso, don't think this cooperation means our grudges are wiped clean. We'll settle accounts after those angels are destroyed."
A hint of murderous intent flashed in Hong Suo's eyes: "I'm ready anytime."
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Honso's fleet and Sauron's fleet converged in orbit around Alpha-1. Worlddevourer raiders and Emperor's Sons noiseships stood side-by-side, their cannons gleaming with bloodlust. Honso's eyes reflected the planet's defenses, his voice low and hoarse: "Begin the attack."
Soren's laughter echoed through the communicator: "Let us toll the death knell for those angels with noise and blood!"
Hundreds of spore sacs and noise chambers detached from the fleet's belly, crashing onto the planet's surface with green flames and deafening sound waves. The howls of fanatics and noise warriors mingled together, creating a chaotic symphony.
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As the World Eater's chain axe and the Noise Warrior's sonic cannon simultaneously tore through the atmosphere, Russell smiled atop the command tower. The Blood Drinker's entrenching tool in his hand rippled with crimson light amidst the sandstorm, golden psionic energy leaping like electricity across its blade.
"Carleon," he whispered into the communicator, "let those red-skinned lunatics see true elegance."
Fifty super angel warriors unfurled their white wings simultaneously, like an avalanche crashing down on the World Eaters. Carrion's power sword, "Holy Judgment," pierced the throat of the first World Eater, its blade slicing through the back of the neck and severing the knee of the second enemy. The four-meter-tall figures traced a silver arc of death across the battlefield, the hurricane whipped up by their wings swirling blood into a spiraling red mist.
Honsor's chain axe, the "Skullbreaker," cleaved through the breastplate of a Primal Forged Warrior, but was deflected by a wing as it aimed at Carrion. The Super Soldier's blade grazed Honsor's goggles, carving a lattice-like crack in the crimson lens. "Quite fast, rat." Carrion's voice mingled with the roar of his explosive guns as he kicked the wreckage of a War Beast into the enemy ranks, smashing five World Eaters into a bloody pulp.
As Honso's chain axe cleaved through the final alloy gate, sparks flew, illuminating Carleon's wings. The dome of the gene bank beneath Alpha-1 was collapsing, and falling crystalline fragments wove a rain of light between the two. The World Eater leader's respirator spewed murky steam—he had deliberately lured the final battle here because there was no Russell's psionic mark, no damned array of holy blood runes.
"Your wings are stuck in the pipes, birdman." Hong Suo suddenly hurled his chain axe, the blade spinning as it severed three load-bearing pillars. The 40,000-ton gene storage tank overturned with a deafening roar, the viscous embryo culture fluid cascading down like a waterfall. At that moment, Carleon's wings fully unfurled, his pure white feathers vibrating rapidly, compressing the liquid nitrogen-like gas into a transparent blade-like curtain—the culture fluid condensed into an ice crystal storm in mid-air.
Honseau's savage grin froze beneath his visor. He watched helplessly as the chain axe was sliced into metal shavings by the ice blade, while Carrion approached, stepping over the falling storage tank. The super-soldier's power sword, "Divine Judgment," thrust out with a sleek precision that seemed to freeze time itself—the tip struck the old wound on Honseau's breastplate, the scratch left by Russell three hours earlier with "Blood Drinker."
"You've miscalculated two things." Carleon's wings whipped up a hurricane, pinning Honsuo to the bronze gates of the Gene Bank. The blade slowly but irresistibly pierced through layers of armor. "First, I never rely on psionic powers." As the sword tip pressed against Honsuo's second heart, the emergency lights in the dome suddenly shattered, and a shrill scream of metal disintegrating echoed in the darkness.
Honsau's eyepiece caught the blue light bursting from the base of Carleon's wings—it wasn't biological tissue at all, but a folding ion thruster! Using the kinetic energy from the thruster's burst, the super soldier, sword and all, transformed into a streak of cobalt blue lightning. Honsau's terracotta breastplate shattered like an eggshell, and he was pinned to a seven-meter-thick wall of starship alloy.
"Second," Carleon withdrew his bloodless blade, looking down at the mangled body embedded in the wall, "tell Kahn," Carleon's sword tip pried open Honso's shattered eyepiece, "that the scum he sent didn't even deserve to warm up."
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On the left side of the battlefield, Russell was using the "Blood Drinker" to scoop up a handful of scorched earth mixed with electronic components and brain matter. Fifty Primal Forged warriors formed a circular formation, their bomb guns weaving a precise net of fire within the sonic storm. Whenever a Noise Warrior's sonic cannon charged, a golden psionic marker would abruptly appear at the muzzle—Russell's guidance, the next second that spot would be detonated by the blue flames of a Blood Rune Grenade.
"Sauron! Your music needs a change!" Russell's entrenching tool cleaved through the armor plating of a sonic tank, and as the blade wedged into the engine core, he casually shoved three phosphorescent bombs into the crack. By the time purple flames erupted from every crevice of the tank, he had already leaped to Sauron's sonic throne.
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Sauron's metal visor cracked open under the shovel blade, revealing half of his rotting face. He frantically pounded on the sound controllers, only to discover to his horror that all the speakers were playing the Imperial anthem that Russell had implanted beforehand—a warp virus that Mephisto had reverse-engineered using a psionic container.
As Sauron exploded into a bloody mist to the strains of "Ode to the Emperor," the battle on the right flank came to its final chapter. Carrion, standing atop Honsor's breastplate, pierced the World Eater leader's right shoulder joint with his power sword. Of the three hundred World Eaters, only seventeen remained kneeling in the blood swamp, their chain axes planted in the ground, their comrades' scalps hanging from the handles—a rare gesture of surrender in World Eater tradition.
Russell walked over, wiping the brains off the blade of his shovel, followed by twenty-three blood-soaked but unyielding Primal Forged warriors. As his entrenching tool lightly touched the ground, the surviving World Eaters suddenly screamed—the Khorne runes on their armor were being reverse-corroded by golden psionic energy, transforming into holy marks flowing with imperial incantations.
"Take my return gift and get out of here," Russell's voice was like an ice blade scraping against steel, "telling all the rats hiding in the warp—the skies of Alpha Galaxy will forever belong to the Golden Wings."
As the afterglow of the Chaos fleet faded into the horizon, Arya was using her psionic powers to mend the tears in Kalion's wings. "You let Honsuo go on purpose," she said, golden light dancing between her fingertips as her gaze swept through the feathers. "His fear will spread like a virus through the Chaos."
Russell toyed with the sonic core he'd ripped from Sauron's throne, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Fear? No, this is an invitation." He gazed at the northern sky, where more galaxies were shrouded in the shadow of chaos; "After all, you have to be willing to use bait to catch fish."