coobybook Chapter 340: Challenging Everything
Chapter 340: Challenging Everything
Chapter 340: Challenging Everything
In the Chaos Warband's encampment, the berserker world-devourer Hongsuo brandished a blood-stained chain axe, its serrated blade gleaming coldly in the dim light. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving violently, like that of an enraged beast. Kneeling at his feet was a cultist, his robes stained with filthy mud, his voice trembling so much it was almost inaudible.
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The cultist's head was almost touching the ground, his voice barely a whisper: "Yes...yes, Lord Honso. Those Space Marines...they weren't ordinary soldiers, they were super soldiers, and our Demon Lord has already been slain by them..."
"Useless!" Hong Su kicked the cultist to the ground, the clanging of the chain axe echoing in the air. "Those angels are nothing but winged birdmen! I will pluck their feathers one by one and hang their heads on the battle flag!"
Just then, a strange ripple appeared in the air, and the Tzeentch daemon Kayanth slowly emerged from the warp rift. His body was shrouded in shifting light, the runes on his robes writhing like living things, and an unsettling smile graced his face.
"I advise you not to act rashly," Kayans's voice whispered like countless tiny insects in your ear, "Those Space Marines are no ordinary enemies. They are super soldiers, each possessing the power to destroy an army. You butchers who only know how to wield axes are no match for them."
Enrage blazed in Honsor's eyes, and he swung his chain axe at Kayans: "Shut up, you cunning liar! I'll cut your tongue out!"
Kayans's figure vanished like a phantom, only to reappear a short distance away. His laughter was laced with sarcasm: "With this little strength, you think you can provoke those angels? You're practically courting death." With that, his figure disappeared into the air again, leaving only a chilling laugh.
Honsau's rage nearly consumed his reason. He swung his chain axe, cleaving the surrounding stone pillars to pieces, his roar echoing throughout the settlement: "I will kill all those angels! I will let their blood stain every inch of Alpha-1!"
His roar drew a response from the other World Eater warriors, who brandished their weapons and roared deafeningly. A mad glint flashed in the berserker's eyes as he pointed his chain axe to the sky: "Assemble the fleet! We'll show those angels just how terrifying the wrath of the World Eaters can be!"
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Meanwhile, on the highlands of Alpha-1, Russell gazed at the distant stars. In his hand lay the "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool, its blade still stained with demonic blood. Suddenly, Arya's psionic staff glowed faintly, and her voice echoed in Russell's ears: "The power of chaos is gathering; an even greater enemy is approaching."
Russell's lips curled slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Let them come. We want Chaos to know that the angels of Alpha have spread their golden wings."
Carleon stood beside Russell, his white wings fluttering gently in the wind. His voice was deep and resolute: "Whoever comes, we will make sure they don't leave alive."
Russell nodded, his gaze lingering on the distant starry sky: "For the Emperor."
"For the Emperor!" Carleon and Arya responded in unison.
In the shadows of chaos, the fleet of the World Eaters is gathering. The roars of berserkers echo through the void, their chain axes and battle axes gleaming with bloodlust. However, they have no idea what kind of nightmare awaits them.
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Honsau stood on the bridge of his flagship, the Bloodhowl, the outline of Alpha-1 reflected in his crimson visors. His armor was riddled with cracks and repairs, each wound a testament to his harrowing escape from Kahn. His chain axe, the Skullbreaker, hung at his waist, its blade still stained with bits of flesh and blood from the previous battle.
"My lord," a World Eater warrior stepped forward, a hint of hesitation in his voice, "are we really going to attack Alpha-1? Those angels... they're not ordinary Space Marines."
Hong Suo's eyes flickered, his voice low and hoarse: "You think I don't know? Those angels are super soldiers; each one could easily tear through our defenses. But that's precisely why we can't just sit and wait to die."
He turned, his crimson visor sweeping over every soldier on the bridge: "That madman Kahn will find us sooner or later. Rather than be slaughtered like livestock, we should strike first. Alpha-1 is our litmus test—if we can't even defeat those angels, what right do we have to survive in this chaotic game?"
The soldiers were silent for a moment, then erupted in a deafening battle roar. Hong Su's lips curled into a slight smile; he knew his words had ignited their fighting spirit.
"Assemble the fleet!" Hong Suo's voice echoed throughout the entire warband via communicator. "We must let those angels know that the wrath of the World Eater has never been extinguished!"
On the high ground of Alpha-1, Russell gazed at the distant stars. Suddenly, Arya's psionic staff glowed faintly, and her voice rang in Russell's ears: "The power of chaos is gathering; a fleet is approaching."
Russell frowned slightly: "What's the scale?"
"Not much," Arya's voice held a hint of doubt, "It sounds like a probing attack."
Russell's lips curled slightly upward, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Testing them? Then let them come and never return."
Carleon stood beside Russell, his white wings fluttering gently in the wind. His voice was deep and firm: "Should I lead the attack?"
"No," Russell shook his head, "I'll handle this one. You and Arya hold the line and prevent them from using feints."
Honsau's fleet deployed in formation in orbit around Alpha-1, the cannons of dozens of raiders gleaming with a bloodthirsty light. His eyepiece reflected the planet's surface defenses, and a cold smile played on his lips: "Launch the landing pods, let those fanatics scout ahead."
Hundreds of spore sacs detached from the marauder's belly, crashing into the planet's surface with green flames. The howls of the fanatics reached Honso's ears through the communicator, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
Let's see just how powerful those angels really are.
Russell stood in the desert, his "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool swaying gently. His gaze swept across the sky, watching the falling spore sacs, a slight smile playing on his lips: "They've arrived."
As the first sporangium struck the ground, the fanatics charged out, brandishing makeshift weapons. Their eyes gleamed with madness, and they chanted chaotic prayers. But they were met with a bolt of golden lightning.
Russell moved like a ghost among the fanatics, each swing of the "Blood Drinker's" shovel bringing forth a shower of blood. The "Fire Kirin" laser gun roared in his other hand, its scorching energy beams piercing the chests of several fanatics.
"For the Emperor!" Russell's roar echoed across the battlefield. His golden psionic energy flowed around him, burning any approaching enemies to ashes.
Hong Su's visor reflected the battlefield, and a slight smile played on his lips: "Indeed, not simple. Retreat. We'll come back another time."
On the horizon of Alpha-1, the last rays of the setting sun bathed Russell. His gaze drifted to the distant stars, and he murmured, "This is just the beginning."
Honsau's fleet vanished into the warp rift, but the cold light still gleamed in his visor: "Next time, I will show you the true power of the World Eater."