bullyxtreme Chapter 125 Death Storm
Chapter 125 Death Storm
"traitor!"
The towering Fenris roared.
His brothers, his best friends, and his men were all mercilessly killed by Angron, which made his heart bleed. He cursed the "evil god" and the "emperor" in his heart for creating such a terrible "monster".
An overwhelming hatred surged into his heart, driving him to madness.
"Winter's Fang," a battle axe imbued with the power of ice and snow, emitted a sharp howl in his hand, as it, like its master, swore to sever the head of a traitor.
The towering Fenris rushed in front of Angron, leaped up with all his might, and swung "Winter's Fang" at Angron with all his might.
Angron wielded the "Black Blade" to meet the "Winter's Fang".
The two weapons collided violently in mid-air: one was the power of a raging demon, and the other was an overwhelming hatred and a determination for revenge.
A tremendous sonic boom resounded, and an incomparably powerful gale spread out, shattering the "Winter Fang" into countless fragments, like blood flowers in the snow.
Instantly, bursts of blood mist exploded on the Fenris man's body, and countless fragments of "Winter's Fang" pierced through the Hades-type Terminator armor and through the Fenris man's body.
The Space Wolf's "Wolf Lord" suddenly collapsed to his knees as if all his strength had been drained, blood gushing from his body and spitting out streams of blood foam. The demonic power had shattered all his organs.
In his final moments, the Fenris man smiled and opened his arms; he was ready to face death.
The "Destroyer" battleaxe drew a perfect arc, and the Fenris's head flew into the air.
A mournful howl of wolves rang out, and the few remaining space wolves let out a deafening roar as their bodies began to mutate.
They gradually transformed into a half-wolf, half-human form, and then pounced on Angron in a frenzy.
A fierce and bloody battle.
This shocked Sigismund, and before he knew it, his eyes began to blur with tears or mist.
The Black Templars quickly stepped in front of Angron.
Fifty Black Templars charged towards Angron together.
"Roar!" The crazed Angron charged forward, unleashing another wave of bloodshed.
In less than a minute, all fifty Black Templars were reduced to fragments and fell at Angron's feet.
Finally, the Emperor's Champion, Sigismund the Black Swordsman, is about to face the most formidable enemy of his life.
Sigismund knew in his heart that he was probably going to die today, but he didn't care that so many people had died, so one more wouldn't make a difference.
"In the name of my father, I beseech the Emperor to grant me the power to slay the traitor!..." Sigismund prayed softly.
Prayer calmed Sigismund's heart, and the face of "Rog Dorn" appeared in his mind once more. On the surface, it was a stern and serious face, but only his offspring could truly understand his heart.
Angron approached Sigismund, who was still praying, a cruel smile appearing on his twisted, demonic face.
“Pathetic son of Dorne!” Angron growled.
"Die!" Angron roared, swinging his "Black Blade" at Sigismund.
Sigismund, who was still praying, suddenly opened his eyes and swung his arms forcefully at the "Black Sword" to fight the "Black Blade".
The clanging sounds were incessant as the black sword and the black blade clashed together repeatedly.
The two exchanged hundreds of blows in an instant. The black sword could not withstand the blows of the demonic power for long, and slowly cracks appeared, as numerous as spider silk.
Sigismund couldn't care less about anything else; the enemy was too strong to allow him to be distracted for even a moment. All he could do was use his superb swordsmanship to entangle Angron's "Black Blade."
Finally, the "Black Sword" could no longer withstand the pressure and broke into countless fragments in Sigismund's hands. After the "Black Sword" broke, the "Black Blade" could no longer be stopped, and it sliced through the air, cleaving open Sigismund's chest.
A string of blood beads seeped from his black armor. The excruciating pain made it almost impossible for Sigismund to breathe, so he knelt on one knee before Angron.
The enraged Angron seemed to regain a sliver of reason, and he looked at Sigismund kneeling before him with a strange gaze.
Blood flowed more and more from the corner of Sigismund's mouth. Angron's sword had severed Sigismund's body. If it weren't for the support of the black armor, he would probably have been cut in two.
Sigismund looked up to meet Angron's gaze, his eyes showing no fear whatsoever.
Just as Angron was about to behead Sigismund, a huge beam of light shot over.
This beam of light combined the full psionic power of 108 Grey Knights.
The beam of light struck Angron's chest, instantly shattering the thick bronze plate armor into countless fragments, and the flesh and blood behind the bronze plate armor were also blasted into a chaotic mess.
Angron was blasted dozens of meters away by the immense force before crashing to the ground.
"I am the hammer that shatters the enemy, I am the spear that shatters the enemy, Emperor, grant me power!" The Grey Knight Grandmaster chanted as he charged toward the fallen Angron, the Namesis Halberd in his hand still crackling with electricity.
The Grey Knights, too, charged toward Angron with loud prayers, none believing that this heavy blow would kill the terrifying "monster."
After Sigismund fell, Russell rushed towards him without hesitation.
When Russell stood in front of Sigismund, Sigismund saw him.
Fresh blood continued to gush from his mouth.
Russell knelt beside him, grasping his large, bloodied hands, which were almost broken.
“I didn’t kill them, but they shouldn’t be a stumbling block for you either,” Sigismund said with difficulty.
Russell nodded blankly.
"The empire is already broken and can no longer endure further devastation. It needs our sacrifice. Promise me you will dedicate yourselves to the empire!" Sigismund said, coughing up blood as he spoke.
“I will, if I survive today.” Russell wasn’t sure if Angron would kill everyone here today, and he wouldn’t be an exception.
Sigismund smiled and said, "The Emperor will protect you. I am returning to the Golden Throne. May we never meet again on the Golden Throne." With that, Sigismund breathed his last.
From that time on, the empire's greatest "Black Swordsman" ceased to exist, and the emperor's champion vanished.
Was he in pain? Angry? Grief-stricken? Russell wasn't sure if he still felt those emotions.
However, tears still welled up in her eyes.
Looking at the cold corpse, Russell sighed silently, then wiped away his tears and stood up.
The frenzied battle raged all around, but the demons had already gained the upper hand, and it was only a matter of time before the loyalists were defeated.