coobybook Chapter 282 Traveling with White Scars
Chapter 282 Traveling with White Scars
The hatches of the Thunderhawk gunship closed with a hydraulic hiss, the roar of the engines gradually subsiding. Casal plopped down in a chair, the power armor clanging against the metal with a dull thud. He removed his helmet, revealing a tired yet smiling face: "By the Emperor's mercy, we are still alive."
The atmosphere inside the cabin immediately lightened. Several wounded White Scar warriors slumped in a corner, their tattered terracotta armor still bearing the marks of battle, but their faces wore smiles of relief. Russell sat on a bench, a Bloodthirsty entrenching tool resting on his lap, a Fire Kirin laser gun beside his feet. Arya sat close beside him.
Russell laughed at Casal's joke. His laughter was deep and powerful, as if it came from the depths of his chest. Arya giggled, her voice as clear as a silver bell.
“Brother Russell,” Casal suddenly turned his head, a sly glint in his eyes, “I heard you were dueling those berserkers in the arena?”
Russell nodded, his smile gradually fading. He patted the handle of the Blooddrinker entrenching tool, its dark red blade reflecting the dim light inside the cabin. "Three Bloodskull Berserkers were killed in total."
The cabin fell silent. Casal and several White Scar warriors stared wide-eyed at Russell in disbelief.
"Three?" Casal's voice was filled with shock. "You alone?"
Russell lifted the armor on his left arm, revealing a shimmering, liquid-gold glow flowing through the veins beneath his skin. "It's mainly this golden psionic energy," he tapped the shimmering runes, "without it, I'm afraid I couldn't even defeat one."
Arya's fingers lightly touched Russell's arm. Her fingertips were icy cold. "Russell's power... is very special," she said softly, "but every time he uses it, he pays a price."
Casal nodded, a hint of respect in his eyes. “In any case, you’ve accomplished something that even we Space Marines might not be able to do,” he patted Russell on the shoulder. “White Scar Fortress welcomes you, brother.”
After several days of flight, the Thunderhawk gunship finally landed at the White Scar Legion's microfortress. The fortress sat on a desolate desert planet, its towering alloy walls gleaming blindingly in the blazing sun. Inside, over two hundred White Scar warriors were already lined up to greet them, their white power armor gleaming in the sunlight, the lightning bolt emblems on their chests symbolizing speed and power.
Casal stepped off the gunboat, his signature White Tiger Blade in hand. The blade was long and slender, engraved with ancient white scar runes, its edge gleaming coldly in the sunlight. His return elicited a low cheer from the White Scar warriors, the joints of their power armor groaning in unison, as if in salute to their company commander.
"Brothers," Casal raised his White Tiger Blade high, his voice booming and resolute, "I'm back! Though we've lost some comrades, the Emperor's will has united us even more!"
The White Scars responded in unison, their voices booming like thunder. Russell and Arya followed Casal off the gunship. Russell's Blooddrinker entrenching tool still hung at his waist, and his Fire Kirin laser gun slung across his back. His physique was exceptionally imposing among mortals, but appeared tiny next to the Space Marines. Arya's black robes fluttered gently in the wind, her psionic energy swirling around her like a gentle breeze.
A white-scarred warrior stepped forward and saluted Casal: "Company Commander, welcome back. The fortress is ready to receive your orders."
Casal nodded, then turned to Russell and Arya: "These two are our new comrades, Russell and Arya. They have shown extraordinary courage and strength in the fight against Chaos."
The White Scar warriors all cast curious glances at him. Russell nodded slightly, saying nothing more, while Arya gently raised her hand, psionic energy flowing from her fingertips, forming a tiny flame before dissipating into nothingness.
“Arya is a powerful psyker,” Casal continued. “She has complete control over her power and doesn’t need any suppression devices.”
The White Scar warriors whispered among themselves, astonished by Arya's psionic control abilities.
Casal patted Russell on the shoulder: "As for Russell, he took down three World Eater berserkers with an entrenching tool."
These words plunged the entire fortress into a brief silence. The White Scar warriors stared at Russell in disbelief, as if reassessing the strength of this mortal.
Russell remained expressionless, simply stating, "Without golden psionic energy, I cannot do it."
Casal laughed, his White Tiger Blade flashing silver in the sunlight: "No matter what, you are all White Scar's brothers! Now, let's prepare for the battle to come!"
The white-scarred warriors responded in unison, their battle cries echoing across the fortress. Russell and Arya exchanged a glance, then followed Casal deeper into the fortress.
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Casal stood in the fortress's command room, where images of nearby planets flickered on the holographic projection table. The White Scar scout's report instantly tensed the atmosphere in the room.
“Company Commander,” the scout knelt on one knee, the dust still clinging to his power armor, “the Word Bearers have invaded a neighboring planet. Their Chaos Fleet is assembling in orbit, ground forces have begun massacring civilians, and they are attempting to build altars to summon demons.”
Casal gripped the White Tiger Blade tightly, its blade gleaming coldly in the dim light. His gaze swept over the holographic projection; cities on the planet's surface were being consumed by flames, and the symbols of chaos flickered amidst the ruins.
"How many of them are there?" Casal asked in a deep voice.
“At least a company of Word Bearer traitors, and a large number of corrupted mortal servants,” the scout replied. “Their leader is a Chaos wizard who is presiding over a sacrificial ceremony.”
Casal snorted coldly, his White Tiger Blade drawing a silver streak in the air: "The Word Bearers... these treacherous bastards, how dare they run wild right under our noses!"
He turned to look at Russell and Arya standing to the side. Russell's Bloodthirster entrenching tool was still hanging at his waist, and his Fire Kirin laser gun was slung over his back; his gaze was calm and resolute. Arya stood quietly beside him, psionic energy flowing around her, like an invisible shield.
“Russell, Arya,” Casal’s voice was deep and powerful, “would you like to join us? The Chaos Wizards of the Word Bearers are not easy enemies to deal with.”
Russell nodded and said: I do.
Arya did not object and expressed her agreement.
Casal nodded in satisfaction, then shouted, "All White Scar warriors, prepare to attack! We will let these traitors know that no one can stop the speed and fury of the White Scars!"
The White Scar warriors inside the fortress responded in unison, their power armor joints emitting a synchronized hydraulic hiss. They quickly assembled, and the Thunderhawk gunship's engines began preheating, their roar deafening.
Casal strode towards the tarmac, brandishing his White Tiger Blade. He glanced back at Russell and Arya, a battle-ready smile playing on his lips: "Follow me, brothers! For the Emperor, for the glory of White Scar!"
Russell and Arya followed closely behind, boarding the Thunderhawk gunship that was about to take off.