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Chapter 280 The Faceless Prince
Planet Uriah V.

Uriah was an ordinary sun, barely burning bright enough to be called a star, surrounded by orbs sealed in the frost of eternal winter.

Above a fifth such planet, in low-Earth orbit, two strike cruisers and a naval cruiser moored silently, one of which resembled a jagged blade of dark copper, its bow embossed proudly showing off the first Skull-batwing emblem of the Eighth Legion.

The Covenant of Blood, also referred to as the Covenant of Blood.

On the bridge, an ugly, weird and even deformed creature "sits" on the captain's seat. It has multi-knuckle claws that open and close, clenched like a fist, and then like an ugly flower Let go slowly.

This is "Supreme", the former commander of the tenth company of the Midnight Lords Legion, Van Drord, in order to better lead the former tenth company and the current Chaos battle gang, he voluntarily combined his body with a Tzeentch demon and became a Tzeentch's enchantment warrior.

Different from Khorne's enchanted warriors, Tzeentch's enchanted warriors are better at tactical command and strategizing. In the future 41K era, Supreme will become a well-known master of space and naval warfare in the Eye of Terror, but at that time, the name " The soul of "Fan Zhuo De" may have completely disappeared.

The enchanted warrior licked its fangs, as if cleaning food residue stuck in the teeth. The creature's tongue was long enough to clean the crystals that flowed out of its eyes, but the demon did not care about the missing eyelids. care.

"what……"

With an exclamation, the Night Lord Space Marine sitting cross-legged on the deck opened his eyes.

"What did you see, Soul Hunter?"

The Supreme growled, and that was the way he spoke.

"I saw it, I saw it... a fleet, white scars, they came after our breath, right here, they..."

The Night Lord wriggled his throat with some difficulty, as if he was still recalling some unspeakable plots and experiences.

"They jumped on the Covenant of Blood and slaughtered us, killed everyone on the ship...with just a hundred Space Marines."

If Fu Qinghai was present at this moment, he would be very happy to see this midnight lord—because this is the famous "soul hunter" he wrote in his notebook.

Talos Valcoran.

Inheriting the talents of the Primarch, Talos has always suffered from prophetic visions. These visions are exhausting and appear randomly without warning, but they have also become a valuable asset for his Chaos Warband—— Traitors who have no access to intelligence rely heavily on this prophecy.

"Hey... so, according to what our 'prophet' said, just a hundred white scars killed all the combat brothers of the entire strike cruiser? O King of the Night, I don't know what is called a 'prophecy' Still called 'weakness'."

Another Night Lord on the bridge, with obvious sarcasm and mockery in his tone, he was wearing a set of ancient and exquisite iron cavalry terminators, proving that he belonged to the former honor guard and entourage of the Primarch—the Black Armored Guard .

Talos glared back at him viciously, and said:
"I'm just repeating what I saw and heard in my dream, and all actions are decided by the Supreme."

Everyone present looked at the demon sitting on the top of the bridge. It tapped its sharp claws slowly, and the tentacles protruding from the cracks in the armor swayed unconsciously.

Finally, it said slowly:
"We have already obtained what we want, the relics of the Night King, the crown, the cloak, the sword... There is no point in continuing to stay here, even if there is no white scar, other imperial fleets will come..."

In fact, that assassin killed Midnight Ghost in front of a group of senior Midnight Lords, and left while they were staring in line and cursing loudly. With Curze's equipment, the Eighth Legion will not have to fight to the death with the Assassin Temple of Callidus.

Everyone understood the meaning of Supreme.

"Retreat, get out of here."

The enchanted warrior ordered.

……

"what!?"

Nacred Saul asked in disbelief:
"Just because of a bullshit prophecy, they are going to leave here, abandon the last Assassin temple that is about to be captured, and run away like a frightened dog?"

The crew in charge of the communication array, facing the anger of the Faceless Prince, nodded with some difficulty and said:

"I think . . . yes, my lord."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Nacred laughed dryly a few times:

"It's really interesting, these blood brothers of mine, like my cursed Primarch, are trapped in illusions, obsessed with prophecies, and have been tortured by ridiculous illusions all their lives... How can such people have a future! They are destined to be the product of a group of tragedies, a group of poor people!"

The more Nacred spoke, the more excited he became, and finally he couldn't help but cursed loudly, as if his anger still persisted.

Blatantly insulting the Primarch.

The mortals under his command were even more afraid to answer the question.

"My lord, do we need to recall the ground troops?"

After a long silence, a crew member asked cautiously.

"Well, suspend the attack on the Assassin's Temple, and withdraw the space fighters back to the battleship first."

Although Nacred is arrogant, he is still clear-headed. It must be true that the supreme warband trusts the soul hunter's prophecy ability for no reason. It is really not safe to divide the troops into two places.

……

The Suzheng and the Fierce Horse tore through the curtain between the subspace and the real world. Like a platinum spear and a colored diamond, they split the tide of the secret realm and descended on the outer reaches of the galaxy.

As soon as he arrived at Mandeville Point, Fu Qinghai ordered to turn on all the detection arrays, and immediately found a strike cruiser in the orbit of planet No. [-], and beside it was a light cruiser of the Imperial Navy that had lost its plasma signal. The Night Lords jump in and take the ship.

Oh, buy one get one free, not bad.

After confirming that the enemy's fleet was not as large as his own, Fu Qinghai was in a good mood, not knowing that he had missed out on Talos, the soul hunter he had been thinking about.

But even if you know it, you won't regret it.

Unlike general web articles, the greater the fame, the stronger the strength. For these well-known characters in Warhammer 40K, their fame, military rank and personal combat power do not match. .

The faceless prince Nacred doesn't have many roles, but he is the consul of the legion, and the soul hunter Talos is very famous, but his military rank is only a mere sergeant. If Fu Qinghai goes to Chaga with the head of Talos Tai Khan wants the title of "Master Hunting", and Khan probably will give him a big bag.

In the case that Suzheng was the first to discover the other party.

The end is already doomed.

"Still according to the original plan, jump to the gang and seize the ship."

Fu Qinghai said to Joe Star and Camille.

"Give me a pair of power armor."

Beside, Kalamanda in robes said.

Fu Qinghai squinted at him:
"Sorry, you are not a brand new alien space warrior, and you cannot wear MK8 Chaos Power Armor."

"Then give me a jump torpedo and a bolter, and I can get in there without power armor."

The night bat warrior's tone was firm and affirmative.

Fu Qinghai laughed when he heard this, and said:
"Old Joe, give him your old MK4 Ultimate Power Armor, give him a bolter and a chainsword."

Joestar reluctantly handed over his former armor to Kalamanda. With the assistance of several machine servants, the Night Bat warrior began to put on the power armor. While putting it on, he asked:
"What is a brand-new alien space fighter?"

Fu Qinghai smiled slightly:
"You'll find out later."

……

As soon as the blood alliance left, the United Fleet arrived on the back.

At this time, the Desolation hit the cruiser.

"Light Spear Attack—"

The crew yelled heart-piercingly.

The blinding golden light obscured the vision of the porthole.

Accompanied by a violent shaking of the hull.

"The shield is intact! Seven percent escaped!"

An officer called.

Just finished speaking, two thick beams of light continued to spray and overflow on the translucent shield of the void shield until...

"12.00% escape!"

The hull swayed from side to side again.

The lighting on the bridge dims and briefly fails for a few seconds.

The rune light spot representing the White Scars strike cruiser moved forward with a stabbing spear, detoured sideways, and quickly outflanked it.

The rune light spot representing the White Scars battle barge approached impartially and upright with the momentum of Mount Tai.

When the two cruisers staggered each other, the macro artillery arrays released a storm-like barrage at each other.

"Shield collapsed."

A crew member screamed, and the impact shook the ship.

"My lord, the enemy battleship launched a torpedo."

"Hold on!"

Nacred yelled.

"My lord." A weapons officer said:
"The torpedo has entered close-in weapon range."

Nacred was unmoved: "Wait a little longer."

"It is about to break through the distance of [-] kilometers!"

"All melee weapons, fire!"

Nacred ordered immediately.

"Boom boom boom-"

The giant artillery shell arrived one step ahead of the boarding torpedo.

"My lord, close... close defense weapons are invalid."

There was despair in the crew's voice.

"This……"

Nacred stared: It's the interference macro!
Two of the eight boarding torpedoes disappeared from the display screen of the holographic projector, and the jamming array guided them into the boundless void around the battleship. The other six galloped towards their target ships, all hitting their targets.

The Faceless Prince calmly asked to turn on the communication network of the entire ship, and the crew in front of the console nodded to him.

"Attention all Talon squads, this is Nacred Saul, six to twelve White Scars have just used torpedoes to invade the ship, the impact location has been sent to the squad commander, find out those damn loyalists! I Brothers, kill them all!"

The Faceless Prince got up from the command seat and dragged the huge Terminator armor to the viewing platform. Through the portholes, he could see the torpedoes inserted on the hull below.

"Damage report."

"Slight structural damage, overloaded energy transmission lines, mainly located in the starboard area."

"They want our ship."

Nacred gritted his teeth.

"Okay, then let me see if you have the ability!"

"BOOM!"

The ship shook again, strong enough to throw the two Night Lords off the black deck floor, and Nacred wobbled, cursing in Nostram dialect.

Like fireworks celebrating a festival, the torpedo door slammed open in the center of the bud-shaped crack in the bulkhead, and the moon wolf warrior rushed out with a roar, raised the fat launcher in his hand high, and opened his mouth to roar:

"Slay the traitor, for the Emperor!"

"Your emperor is dead, fool!"

The other party also responded with a yell not to be outdone.

The darkness and silence in the passage was instantly broken by the flash of the explosive bomb and the blue sparks of the power weapons.

"Tom, tom, tom!"

Miniature nuclear bombs the size of melons were thrown towards the end of several passages in different directions one after another.

The light lit up and the molten flame burst.

The stale air between the Tactical Squad and the Claw Squad suddenly boiled in an invisible heat flow, and the temperature indicator gauge in Joestar's eyepiece field of view began to rise rapidly.

The high-temperature heat flow that exploded, tumbling and raging, illuminated everything, and the power armor of the Claw Squad, which was at the center of the nuclear explosion, was baked within a heartbeat.

The plastic-steel structure in the joint gaps first began to twist, soften, and evaporate, and finally melted into a puddle of mud on the deck, slowly dripping out from the empty armor, and any biomass in it no longer existed.

……

Kalamanda felt like a witness.

Just like in the early days of the Great Expedition, those so-called "narrators" in the fleet who had nothing to do all day long would only exclaim inexplicably.

He witnessed the slaughter of the Night Lords firsthand!

True, this is not a close fight.

From the very beginning, it was destined to be a one-sided massacre.

The Brotherhood of Magic has swept through the Night Lords warband.

Destroy the dry and pull the rotten, like a broken bamboo.

The white scars formed several tactical teams, and encountered the midnight lord's claw team on various decks and in various passages. Chainsaws and bombs, plasma and melta collided fiercely.

Melee combat, their combat experience may not be as rich as those night bat veterans who have experienced the Great Crusade and Great Rebellion, but they are faster and stronger.

Long-range mutual shooting has an overwhelming advantage. That kind of explosive bomb weapon with a strange shape can smash the thickest ceramic steel breastplate with just three or two hits, making the night bat fighters fight all over the world. The compact MK5 power armor was splintered and burst like Imperial Guard carapace.

As time goes by.

The combat area is gradually shrinking.

The hunting net slowly surrounded the bridge.

Corruption and depravity run rampant here, and even the air tastes stale, the ship has been in the Warp for too long, breathing the same recirculated air.

Fu Qinghai held the hilt of the sword with both hands, placed the horizontal sword in front of his face, and blocked a bomb that shot at his face. The shrapnel and flames exploded less than [-] centimeters away from the eyepiece, and the hand holding the sword did nothing. Moved.

The sword body made of real Adamantium alloy is still intact, bright and silvery white, just like brand new.

"What weapon is this?"

asked a Night Lord.

The iron nails inlaid on his forehead gleamed and reflected under the dim light of the passageway. Two gold pieces and one silver piece totaled three pieces in recognition of his contribution to the Human Empire.

"The Green Fang, the Tuning Sword."

Fu Qinghai responded.

"Very well, it will be mine soon. The lackeys of the false emperor don't deserve to have such a powerful weapon."

The other party laughed.

Fu Qinghai also laughed:

"Your gene-seed is mine. Don't worry, I will keep it in the Emperor's service."

……

bridge.

Fu Qinghai looked at his enemy.

Dark blue paintwork with white lightning bolts.

Thick iron chains were wrapped around the arm armor and shoulders. The pink human skin was pulled by hooks and stretched tightly on the armor shell. The huge skull stuck on the spikes still had fresh flesh attached.

In one hand he wields a gigantic T-shaped chainsword and in the other a lightning claw surrounded by arcs.

Kent card terminator.

The Faceless Prince, Nacred Sol.

Fu Qinghai recognized the identity of the other party from the ugly face covered with thick sutures and intertwined with mutilated flesh—so that's what the so-called "faceless prince" meant.

Fu Qinghai pressed his thumb lightly, and the high-frequency vibration mode was turned on. Amidst the disturbing buzzing sound, the straight and thick sword blade and the sharp hook sawtooth all turned into a blurred silver phantom.

"White Scar!"

"I'm going to eat your gene-seed."

Nacred Saul cursed loudly:
"I'm going to tear your throat out with my hands!"

"Ding! Qiang!"

The chainsaw sword in Fu Qinghai's hand seemed to be as light as a feather when he swung it, but it was as heavy as a thousand weights when he touched it instantly. With every sound of metal and iron, Fu Qinghai took a step forward, and the opponent took a step back, just as the Faceless Prince retreated steadily. when...

"Da!" Kalamanda fired a bomb into Nacred's neck.

The blade pierced through the Faceless Prince's spine, multiple lungs, and a heart. The ceramic-steel composite armor seemed to be nothing. Fu Qinghai grabbed the opponent's head and dragged the opponent's head in the short moment before the warhead exploded, turning the enemy's head into a fountain of blood. come over.

The bomb exploded.

Before Kalamanda could react, a chainsword that stopped spinning and vibrating stopped at his neck.

"I said that his head shall be mine. Don't you understand me, Midnight Lord?"

Fu Qinghai's tone was serious, and his murderous aura penetrated through the armor as if it was real. Kalamanda was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. He replied stiffly and articulately:

"I, I apologize, my lord."

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(End of this chapter)