vstars Chapter 251 Friendly Exchange with the Blood Knight
Chapter 251 Friendly Exchange with the Blood Knight
In the brief calm following the Eldar's defeat, the sky was torn apart once more. A massive warship pierced the clouds and landed at the edge of the battlefield. The ship's hatches opened, and a squad of Space Marines clad in crimson power armor, their armor bearing the insignia of the Blood Knights Chapter—a longsword dripping with blood.
The Blood Knights' captain, "Karl Bloodblade," approached Titus and Russell, his gaze cold and hostile. His voice was low and mocking: "Looks like you need help, cowards."
Titus frowned, a hint of displeasure in his voice: "We don't need your help, Blood Knight."
A hint of wariness flashed in Russell's eyes: "Your arrival will only complicate matters further."
Karl Bloodblade sneered, his sword aimed directly at Titus's throat: "Your cowardice has brought shame upon the Empire. The defeat of the Dark Eldar is only temporary."
Titus's chainsword roared, its blade aimed straight for Karl's chest: "Your madness will only plunge the Empire into a greater crisis."
Just as the two were about to clash, Sister Celestine's staff of light blocked their path: "Enough! Warriors of the Emperor should not kill one another."
Celestine's gaze was cold and authoritative: "Our enemy is the Dark Eldar, not each other. If you continue to fight amongst yourselves, you will only allow the enemy to succeed."
Karl Bloodblade slowly lowered his sword, a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Sister, what you say makes some sense. But we Blood Knights will not fight alongside cowards."
Titus slowly lowered his chainsaw sword, his voice tinged with sarcasm: "We don't need to cooperate with madmen."
Karl Bloodblade sneered and said, "Then let me show you the power of the Blood Knights. Let's go."
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The arrival of the Blood Knights was like a crimson storm sweeping across the battlefield. Their power armor was stained with blood, and their blades dripped with the lives of their enemies. Karl Bloodblade stood in the center of the battlefield, his gaze cold and filled with killing intent: "For the Emperor, kill them all!"
The Blood Knights charged into the Eldar lines like madmen, their blades slicing crimson arcs through the air. Black fury engulfed every Blood Knight Space Marine; their eyes held only slaughter, devoid of any mercy.
"For the Emperor!" the Blood Knight warriors shouted, their voices filled with madness and killing intent.
Though the Dark Eldar warriors were ruthless and cunning, their defenses crumbled rapidly under the Blood Knights' relentless onslaught. The bullets from the Poison Crystal Rifles struck the Blood Knights' power armor, yet failed to inflict any damage.
In the Blood Knight's frenzied slaughter, the civilians in the stronghold were not spared either. Their screams mingled with the wails of the Dark Eldar, like the prelude to hell.
“These civilians… they are not the enemy!” Russell’s voice carried a hint of anger.
Karl Bloodblade sneered, his sword pointing directly at Russell's throat: "In the Emperor's eyes, they are all heretics."
Russell was so angry he couldn't speak!
"Get lost, you coward!" Karl laughed wildly.
“Dare to say another word!” Russell warned him coldly.
Carl glanced at Russell with disdain and sneered, "Coward..." He deliberately drew out his words.
"You're asking for death!" Russell roared, brandishing the Blood Drinker and charging towards Karl.
Karl roared with maniacal laughter, "You ant-like humans dare to attack me? Die!"
The torrential rain poured down on the scorched battlefield, Russell's Bloodthirster entrenching tool clashing with Karl's chainsword, sending sparks flying. Their power boots dug deep trenches in the mud, and each clash of weapons caused the rain within a ten-meter radius to vaporize into a white mist.
Karl changed tactics first, his chainsaw suddenly slamming down on the blade, while his left-hand explosive pistol pressed against Russell's waist and fired three shots. Russell's golden shield rippled, the bullets freezing into molten lead blocks two centimeters from the armor. He then swiftly raised his knee and struck Russell's wrist, the explosive pistol flying out of his hand and spinning into the Eldar corpse twenty meters away.
"Your emperor taught you how to sneak attack?" Russell spun around and swung his entrenching tool, the dark red blade slicing through the rain.
Karl grinned maliciously and took the hit head-on with his shoulder armor. The adamantite shoulder guards burst into dazzling sparks: "You call this tactics? Sissy!" The spade teeth embedded themselves in the gaps of his armor, and the blood that seeped out was washed away by the rain as soon as it appeared.
The two crashed into the half-collapsed fortifications. Carl swung a whole concrete slab at them, while Russell slid backward, his golden-glowing right leg snapping a supporting column. As the ceiling collapsed, he grabbed a beam and swung behind Carl, his entrenching tool aimed straight for the back of his neck—but was caught by a chainsaw sword that suddenly turned around, and the two weapons crackled with blue-purple arcs of electricity amidst the metallic groans.
“You’re a little stronger than those cowards.” Karl’s pupils gleamed with a dark, furious red, his fangs biting his lip until it bled. “Too bad, you still have to die!”
When the chainsaw's serrated edge was only half a palm's width from their throats, Russell's left eye suddenly blazed with golden light, and seven golden lightning bolts struck down from the void, blasting the two men away in different directions.
Russell crashed through three broken walls before stopping his charge, his breastplate riddled with spiderweb-like cracks. Three hundred meters away, Karl crawled out from the burning wreckage of the Thunderhawk, his left arm twisted unnaturally, yet he still laughed maniacally: "That's more like it!"
The dark red blood groove of the Blood Drinker's entrenching tool began to glow, and with each drop of splattered blood absorbed, the blade lengthened by an inch. Russell wielded the now two-meter-long energy scythe, its slashing trajectory leaving golden afterimages in the air. Karl, meanwhile, tore off his broken chainsaw sword and drew two molten battle axes from his back; where the axe blades passed, even rainwater was vaporized into plasma streams.
They chased and hacked through the circular ruins. Russell's scythe hooked around Karl's ankle and flung him against the broken wall, but Karl twisted in mid-air and smashed the wall with his battle axe. Debris sprayed out like shrapnel. Karl's molten heat ignited the entire oil tank. Russell used a psionic barrier to contain the shockwave of the explosion and push it back. The two fought from the ground to the top of the tilted starship wreckage, and then fell into the underground drainage system as the ship broke apart.
Three hours and twenty-seven minutes later, Karl's dark rage began to subside, and Russell's golden light dimmed like a candle flickering in the wind. The two lay in the mud of the sewer, weapons out of their hands, fighting each other bare-handed.
“You could have…cough cough…just killed all those lowly people…” Karl pried Russell’s fingers apart, his nails flying into the sewage. “What are you pretending to be, saint…”
Russell slammed his forehead against the other man's nose, the golden blood mingling with the dark red plasma to create an eerie purple: "They...have the right to live..."
When Titus and his men found them, this was the scene they saw:
Carl was pinned to the concrete pipe wall by an entrenching tool, with half a chainsaw blade stuck in his left eye.
Russell slumped in waist-deep sewage, his right hand still gripping the other man's throat tightly.
The two were surrounded by lingering golden-red energy particles, like a solidified miniature starburst.
“Enough.” Celestine pointed her flamethrower between the two men. “The main Eldar fleet is approaching.”
Karl spat out a broken tooth and hissed with laughter, "Next time... I'll dye your golden light blood red..."
Russell let go and fell into the sewage.