A Core Ship From The Start
/ A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 1018
Chapter 1018: Chapter 701: Berserk Battle Chapter 1018: Chapter 701: Berserk Battle The fight with Angellon lacked any ornate extravagance. If it were Fulgrim, he might have pursued a flashy and elegant unity of sword technique, but Angellon was different–he only wanted to swing his Battle Axe and bring destruction and pain to those around him.
Whether it was his own or someone else's.
Mu Huai thought the same.
“Bang!”
The Thunder Warhammer and the Chainsaw Axe collided heavily. Then, Mu Huai roared, gripped the Warhammer tightly, and rammed it violently into Angellon's chest, while Angellon, also shouting, lifted his Chainsaw Axe and forcefully chopped down toward Mu Huai's head. Neither had any intention of dodging, Mu Huai's Warhammer smashed into Angellon's chest just as Angellon's axe cut into Mu Huai's helmet.
“I'll fuck your ancestors!”
Feeling the intense pain from the blow to his head, Mu Huai was suddenly enraged. He took a quick step forward and swung his Warhammer at Angellon's knee. Angellon didn't back away either. With a loud roar, as if to vent the anger from being hammered in the chest by Mu Huai, he swung down both hands with his axe, chopping at Mu Huai's shoulders.
“Thud!!”
Mu Huai's Warhammer directly smashed into Angellon's knee, shattering the Genetic Prototype's kneecap, while Angellon's Chainsaw Axe swung down, causing Mu Huai to sink and kneel on the ground. However, Mu Huai, his face flushed red and gritting his teeth, pushed himself up from the ground and charged directly into Angellon's head, causing Angellon to stagger backward.
“Come on! I'll kill you!!”
Mu Huai bellowed angrily, grabbing Angellon tightly and ramming his head into him. Angellon, far from dodging, also raised his head, and the two, like enraged bulls, repeatedly slammed into each other.
“Fuck!!”
As Mu Huai cursed loudly, he smashed his helmet down on Angellon's head again, smashing the Genetic Prototype's face into a bloody mess. Simultaneously, Angellon swung his axe, chopping directly into Mu Huai's chest, while Mu Huai, enduring the pain of his shattered armor, swung back with his Warhammer. The howling Thunder Warhammer traced a 180-degree arc in the air, heavily striking the Genetic Prototype's body!
“Bang————–!”
The force of the blow caused the ground around them to sink, dust billowing, and the violent tremors made the nearby World Eaters stagger to maintain balance. Then, amidst the dense dust in the battlefield, it suddenly exploded outward, and Angellon was flung out like a cannonball, slamming heavily into the ground. But Mu Huai, with a grim face and taking large strides, followed closely. He gripped his Warhammer, his helmet already half-broken. However, he had no mood to repair it and approached Angellon, delivering another hammering blow!
But Angellon still did not give up! Roaring, he swung his axe, hitting Mu Huai's leg, causing Mu Huai's body to sway, the Thunder Warhammer in his hand also missing its mark, smashing into the ground beside Angellon's head. Angellon quickly stretched out his hand, grabbing hold of Mu Huai's Thunder Warhammer, refusing to let go.
Mu Huai did not bother playing a pointless tug-of-war with Angellon. He let go of the Thunder Warhammer directly, spreading his hands like talons, and lunged at Angellon's head.
Mu Huai's fingers, like iron rods, pierced through Angellon's eyes, digging into his eye sockets and ear holes, gripping his skull like iron pliers. This only further enraged Angellon, whose robust body began to struggle. However, in the next moment, Mu Huai suddenly shouted, his knee ramming into Angellon's chest, his hands fiercely lifting upward——and just like that brutally yanked Angellon's head right off his shoulders!!
“Pfft———-!!”
Blood gushed like a fountain from the brutal wound on the neck, Angellon's body convulsed a few times, then remained still. Simultaneously, the nearby World Eaters, as if a pause button had been hit, all turned their heads in unison and looked at Mu Huai——and the ferocious head of Angellon he held aloft.
“Blood……! Damn, that was close.”
Mu Huai almost blurted out “Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne,” but he reacted swiftly and shut his mouth.
Then he stood up and lifted the head in his hands high.
“Chaos's lackey Angellon is dead! Submit to purification, Heretical Bastards, your souls shall burn eternally in the fires of the Tribunal until utterly obliterated!”
While shouting, Mu Huai clenched his right hand and then just grabbed Angellon's head tightly, causing it to burst instantly like a balloon!
“Bang——!!”
Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.
And so, the battle came to an end.
With Angellon's death, the battle on Istvan III came to a close, the Tribunal gathered all the Loyalist Interstellar Warriors scattered across the landscape, and then quickly departed. Horus Fleet also retreated swiftly, regrouping, as both sides knew this was not the end but the beginning of a far greater conflict.
But for Horus, this loss was devastating.
Chapter end
|
Report
|
|
Donate
Oh o, this user has not set a donation button.
|
