bullyxtreme Chapter 276 The Eagle of Chogoris
Chapter 276 The Eagle of Chogoris
Inside the command center of the underground base, Casale Stormblade, the company commander of the White Scar Legion, was studying a terrain map in front of a holographic projection. His power armor was covered in the marks of battle, yet it still retained the elegance and speed characteristic of White Scar warriors. When Russell and Arya walked in, he looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes beneath his helmet.
“I’ve never seen a human as strong as you,” Casal’s voice held a hint of mockery as he removed his helmet, revealing a weathered but still handsome face. “Are you sure you’re not the bastard son of some lost Primarch?”
Russell's lips curled into a rare smile: "If I were, I might be even more popular than I am now."
Casal laughed and patted Russell on the shoulder: "I love your humor, bro. It's rare to find someone who can joke around in this godforsaken place."
Arya stood to the side, a hint of curiosity in her eyes: "How long have you been holding out here?"
Casal's expression turned serious: "Three months. This planet was originally our reconnaissance target, but by the time we discovered that the Chaos forces had infiltrated the ruling class, it was too late. Our Thunderhawks were shot down, and we could only establish a temporary base here to assist the local resistance."
He walked to the holographic projection and pointed to several red dots on the map: "These are the main strongholds of the Chaos forces. We've been planning a raid, but we're short-handed. With your help, our chances of winning this battle will be much greater."
Russell's gaze swept across the map, his brow furrowing slightly. "How are the defenses of these outposts?"
Casal pulled up detailed data: “Each outpost is heavily guarded, equipped with anti-aircraft fire and Chaos Wizards. The most troublesome is this main base,” he pointed to the black marker in the center of the map, “there’s a complete Chaos Altar there, with abnormally high energy readings.”
Arya's psychic vision detected something: "That altar... it's absorbing the planet's energy. If it's not destroyed soon, the entire planet will be dragged into the warp."
Casal nodded: "That's exactly what we're worried about. But with our current forces, a direct assault would be tantamount to suicide."
A resolute glint flashed in Russell's eyes: "Perhaps we don't need a direct assault."
All eyes turned to him. Russell pointed to a hidden route on the map: "There's an underground passage here that leads directly to the core area of the main base. If we could organize an elite squad..."
A hint of approval flashed in Casal's eyes: "I like the plan. But who will lead this suicide squad?"
Russell stood up, the Bloodthirsty entrenching tool in his hand gleaming with golden light: "I..."
Arya immediately said, "I'll go too."
Casal looked at the two men, a smile playing on his lips. "Looks like I've found the perfect teammates." He turned to the communicator. "Togtai, prepare the gear. We're going to give these Chaos scum a surprise."
The atmosphere in the command center became tense yet exciting. The White Scar warriors sprang into action, checking their equipment and devising tactics. Russell and Arya stood before the holographic projection, their eyes filled with unwavering determination.
“For the Emperor,” Casal raised his power sword, “for the future of this planet.”
Russell gripped the Blooddrinker entrenching tool tightly, golden psionic energy shimmering around him: "For the Emperor."
Arya's psionic aura formed a barrier in the air: "For all souls ravaged by Chaos."
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Deep within the tunnels, the damp rock walls were covered in glowing moss, and a putrid stench filled the air. Company Commander Casal led the White Scar warriors, Russell, and Arya forward swiftly, their footsteps echoing through the narrow passages. Their target was the core altar of the Chaos forces; destroying it would turn the tide of the entire battle.
The tunnel walls suddenly shattered, and purple psionic energy poured in like liquid flames. Twelve Chaos Wizards hovered above the dome, their black robes and flesh already fused together, warp fire flickering in their rotting eye sockets. Just as Kassar's White Tiger Blade severed the first wizard's tentacle, the purple flames coalesced into a destructive vortex thirty meters in diameter.
"Scatter!" Russell's roar drowned out the psionic shrieks. He crossed his arms at the front of the formation, golden patterns spreading from his pupils to his entire body, condensing in the air into a diamond-shaped shield inscribed with the Emperor's holy words. Arya's psionic threads instantly wove into a support network, connecting everyone's consciousness to the shield.
The moment the purple vortex collided with the golden shield, time seemed to stand still throughout the underground space. Tens of thousands of scriptures appeared on the shield's surface, each letter violently clashing with the chaotic runes. Russell's feet plowed two scorched furrows into the ground, and beads of blood spurting from his nose floated in the psionic field, forming a crimson galaxy.
“Click——”
The first crack appeared in the center of the shield. Blood began to seep from Arya's nostrils, and she saw a horrifying sight in her psychic vision—the other side of the shield was not a wizard at all, but twelve warp portals that were opening.
"They're summoning..." Arya's warning was extinguished in an explosion. The shield shattered into countless golden fragments, and Russell was sent flying as if hit by a starship's main cannon, crashing through three rock walls in succession. But the deadly purple flames were also weakened into scattered fire rain, and at that moment, Casal's White Tiger Blade burst forth with pure white light.
"For Chogoris!" The company commander's roar awakened the bloodline memories of the Great Plains.
His power armor's thrusters were fully open, tracing a white arc through the air. The molecular disintegration field of the White Tiger Blade cleaved the first wizard along with his summoning circle into elementary particles, and the splashing warp energy ironically became an aid to him—when the second wizard attempted to teleport, Casal plunged the blade into the energy turbulence, tearing the enemy to shreds with his own teleportation spell.
This powerful warrior from Chogoris moved through the chaos wizards like a pure white eagle, his White Tiger Blade mercilessly dismembering them into pieces.
Arya knelt beside the deep crater Russell had created, using her psionic energy to mend his shattered internal organs. The remains of the Chaos Wizards fell around them, and as the last wizard's head was pinned to the rock wall by Casal, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
“Your shield…” Casal looked at Russell, who was staggering to his feet from the ruins, and noticed that the golden patterns were consuming the chaotic energy on the wizard’s corpse. “This isn’t ordinary psionic energy.”
Russell wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth; his irises had turned completely molten gold. "This is the price."