Chapter 399 King vs King

Alan Bayer stroked the flesh and blood on his cheek. His emotions were more numb than he imagined. Rather than his crazy mood swings, he had already known the ruthless cruelty of the universe, and he was indeed angry, but At this moment, his emotions couldn't save him, couldn't save Bordeleau, couldn't save Skadi, couldn't save the sector.

His military uniform was hung with the minced meat of his brother. He asked the surviving soldiers to collect the Master Chief's body. He requested that after the incident was over, he be buried according to the highest standards of the Ecclesiarchy in the sector, and his body would be placed in a static position. , using artificial skin and fillers to give him an intact head, so that he would be decent and loyal enough when he prostrates himself in front of the Emperor.

As a person alive today, there is only so much he can do. His death is not meaningless. He just fulfilled his mission with due diligence. The Master Chief's behavior once again reminded Alan Bayer that he is the leader of the group of ships. Lord, the lord of Skadi, the person who resists the irreversible power of chaos in the maelstrom, is also the only person in the entire star region who must not fear Huron.

He raised his weapon like the chief, and he walked to the deck according to his responsibility. The remaining officers, the captain of Bordeleau, the veterans of the Red Pirates, and Huron were all looking at him, like a stage play. Walking up like a starring role, Huron noticed that this mortal looked at him without anger or fear, only facing it calmly...

At this moment, Alan Bair was so cold that he was surprised, but he still walked down from his position, picked up the saber and the relic pistol, and he just asked the Black Heart King. "You are showing your temper... To your gods, you want to use such a duel to insult your gods, to prove your independence from their personality, to prove your value above others. You obviously don't believe in them, why? Do you want to be their dog like this?"

Huron asked in surprise. "How did you figure it out?"

Alan Beyer replied. "Because we are the same kind of people, but the empire can allow a mortal lord to control the entire star region. Because my life span is only five hundred years, and the maximum is only eight hundred years. And with the constant war, no matter how much my life is extended, I estimate that I will only be three years." A hundred years old at most, and the killer’s bullet can easily put me to sleep.”

"That's right, if you were not a Space Marine, you would have reached my level. You still worship the Emperor from the bottom of your heart. You just can't stand this rotten Empire, and at the same time, you transfer those emotions to the Lord of Mankind. At the same time, , and you don’t believe that those so-called gods can give everything for you.”

Huron laughed, his broken voice uttering a hoarse and vicious curse-like laughter, and he was also covering up, covering up the idea that his heart had been seen through by Alan Bayer, and he shouted at the same time. "I emphasize my proposal again, let you control the entire sector, just like how the empire treats you. You can pay me 11 taxes, and I guarantee that you will not see any aliens or empires in your short life. The army has entered your territory!"

He once again put forward those sweet and seductive words. This was not a plea for mercy, but that he really admired this young man. If he could, he would try to let Gared transform this mortal so that he could travel the universe with him. Flatten the empire.

But Alan Bayer just answered. "This has nothing to do with me obeying you or the Empire, my fight is not to be anyone's dog, but to resist the power of Chaos against the entire universe, the human race's endless swallowing, while you use the energy of the warp to influence the war, we We have already broken up, and there is no possibility of cooperation anymore. If you are willing to talk to me like this before attacking the forest world, I will accept it, but now..."

"I have inherited the wishes of countless mortal heroes throughout the sector. I want to prevent the power of Chaos from invading here. No matter what I do or how many people I kill, I must let the entire sector continue."

He was already like an overripe fruit, with his own ideas and concepts. Huron couldn't help but show a disappointed expression, and at the same time he pulled out his blood-drinking sword. He fired at Ella Bair, and fire splashed everywhere, bang. After the loud noise, the explosive bomb was absorbed by the void shield, causing a frightening wave on Alan Bair's head, and at the same time announced the beginning of the duel.

As a veteran of the empire, Alan Bair immediately retreated into the nearest bunker, the command point of the bridge, which was the base made of fine gold under the large captain's seat. Huron moved forward relentlessly and fired at the same time. The explosive bomb hit the base, revealing countless lines flowing through the source power. The heat generated by the friction of the projectiles melted the skin of the lines. The source force sent out bursts of sparks, making Alan Bayer unable to see Huron's position clearly.

The war lord rolled backwards sensitively, leaving the bunker, and at the same time threw a fragmentation mine. The next second, the blood-drinking sword hit where he was just now, and the fragmentation that opened the fuse exploded, cutting Huron's cheek.

Huron asked now. "Why don't you use melta bombs?"

Alan Bair said breathlessly. "Of course, if I use melta bombs, you won't get close at all. You have a dangerous instinct like a beast, I can feel it."

Huron couldn't help but laugh. He rarely felt like fighting like this, like two people playing chess, a pleasant game of fighting. The last time he felt like this was when he was on Badab with Asta of the Empire. It’s time to fight!

His huge power clamps grabbed the base shell and tore open a large piece of adamantine. Since explosive bombs are not effective, let's try this! After a squeaking and tearing sound that made people feel headaches and ears sore, the huge hydraulic pliers held a half-meter-thick piece of fine gold in their hands and threw it out at the same time.

The wind from such a huge thing alone was enough to suffocate people. Alanbair simply raised his gun, blasted a piece with the hot melt mode, and drilled through.

The bright red molten gold flowed on the outside of his carapace, and his characteristic red cloak began to burn due to the high temperature. At the same time, the hot melt gun fired at Huron. Huron raised his arm, and the hot melt burned off a large piece of the power clamp.

At this point, both of them became embarrassed. The veteran champions of the Red Pirates were amazed that this mortal could fight their master for so long, because if they really fought, they might not be able to "play" with their masters like this. Only the wizard Garon Surette was uneasy. He used the wind of the warp to feel what was happening here. He predicted that this mortal would destroy everything...

At this moment, the wizard was chanting a spell. He wanted to prevent any accidents, but the next second, five flames flashed through his mind at the same time. The strongest one was silver, which made his eyes sting. The second was red, which made his heart dry. Then there were green and blue, which made his joints sore and his mind numb. Finally, purple, just witnessing it made his blood circulation faster.

He curled up in his room and wailed in pain. He realized that this battle had been recognized by the gods. As part of the fate of the universe, it became the core of the gods' chessboard. Using chess as an analogy, it was the last few steps in a long game, the most important chess, which determined who the winner was, the big chess!

That's right, fate has come to this point. At this crucial crossroads, the powerful have recognized the resistance of these two arrogant mortals to their own fate, which is to use the most honorable and primitive method to determine the peace and stability of the human empire for a thousand years. In the last hundred years of these forty thousand years, everything will be decided here.

At this moment, the Blackhearted King no longer wants to play. He must cheer up and win the victory to prove his worth. Alan Baier must also go all out, just to survive and let the brothers get out of the dark war.

The two raised their weapons and tentatively circled each other like two lions. They looked for all possible flaws on the deck. The air here, which had been circulated hundreds of times, was almost solidified. In the end, the younger Alan Baier chose to launch his own projectile, the gravity bullet.

A dark ripple-shaped vortex exploded beside Huron. He felt it crushing his internal organs through his armor, like a small black hole. He had suffered from this thing before, and several of his veterans died because of it, but he just relied on the suction force of magnetic boots to easily walk out of the gravity that was fatal to mortals.

But the next moment, Alanbar swung his saber and stabbed at him. Huron had to resist with the Bloodthirster. The two divine weapons touched and made a buzzing sound. Huron was more powerful. He slowly pushed his weight over. Even with the help of the gravity of the gravity bomb and the brute force created by the greenskins' fear of Alanbar, the mortal lord was still far behind the real Space Marines.

Huron finally couldn't help laughing now. He enjoyed this feeling, this life hanging by a thread, this evenly matched, which made him forget the pain brought by his implants, and made him forget that he was already half dead. He made that hoarse, crazy laugh, but Alanbair seemed to be struggling. He hadn't gained any advantage in the battle so far.

Alanbair had to admit that this king was stronger than any heretic and alien he had ever dealt with, stronger than the Archon of the Eldar, stronger than the Wagghboss of the Greenskins, and stronger than the Traitor Inquisitor... Sweat flowed from his forehead, and the destructive stance on his saber began to weaken. He rarely used duels to decide the victory of the war, and now his shortcomings here were revealed.

Maybe he was better than Huron in terms of arranging troops, and he was evenly matched with Huron in terms of operation and winning people's hearts, but he went all out in terms of combat power, which was just a pleasure for Huron.

He almost gave up. The power of the gravity bullet began to weaken, but Huron became more and more excited and powerful. He couldn't think of how he could win until a surprising primitive flintlock pistol fired at Huron from the captain's seat.

A primitive lead bullet, so weak that the gods didn't care. It couldn't even scratch Huron's primitive skin. The person who fired the gun didn't expect, and Captain Bordello didn't expect how much help the souvenir he picked up in a hurry would have at this moment of life and death for mankind.

The lead bullet sank into the breathing port of Huron's implant, blocking his oxygen supply. The physique of the Space Marine didn't actually need too much oxygen, which was nothing. But Huron, who was exerting force, was breathing in with great force at his breathing port. The lead bullet was sucked into the implant by the strong suction, causing Huron to feel a moment of stinging.

If it was normal, this feeling would not be worth mentioning, but at this moment, facing this mortal lord, Huron's careless attitude made him pay the price.

He stretched out his hand to tear open his breathing hole to take out the lead bullet, but Alanbair saw the opportunity, loosened his saber, let the Bloodthirster pierce his abdomen, and took out the relic pistol at the same time, using the maximum power of the hot melt to hit the terrible wound left by Huron in the Badab War.

In an instant, a situation of both sides losing was created. Alanbair stood there, his internal organs flowing out of his abdomen, and the bright red Bloodthirster pierced his body. At the same time, it was pulled out by Huron, causing a secondary wound, turning his military uniform red.

And the implants on a quarter of Huron's body had become hot, molten, burning lava. He screamed in pain, and his life support equipment was failing. Under such circumstances, normally this person would die in half a minute, but he was Luft Huron, Blackheart Huron, the tyrant and blood-plunderer of Badab, a traitor, a heretic and an abandoned warlord. He was stubborn and unwilling to die.

At this moment, he saw the wall in a daze. It was made up of countless blades. His will was passing through it, enjoying the thousands of cuts. In the real world, those Red Pirate veterans hugged him very quickly and began to design coordinates.

The next second, Huron fell to the floor of the transport room of the Destroyer Ghost, weak, frantically sucking air back into his lungs, he felt as if he was suffocating to death.

His armor was overloaded by passing through the warp. It is generally believed that only those wearing Terminator armor can be effectively teleported, and they may not survive, but Huron can travel through deeper subspace, and he also knows that he will not die, so he dares to challenge.

And Gareth, who was rescued, the pharmacist immediately began to stabilize his master's wounds with his superb skills, but in any case, the command system of the Red Pirates collapsed, and those aggressive warships began to retreat, announcing another victory for Alanbair.

But now, Alanbair stood in a pool of blood, his willpower had been scattered, and he saw the silver sun basking him, without warmth, but extremely cold. He asked this towering existence if he could go back and whether it was considered to have completed his mission, but this person still did not answer him.

The Lord of Mankind is always so unpredictable. Alanbar always thought that he was the person closest to the Emperor, but he was wrong. Except for Malcador, this wise man never showed his weakness to anyone again...

In the real world, Alanbar was carried into a static position by the guards, and the Panlan Biological Sage Governor who had just completed the resurrection operation on the three survivors of the heroic crew.

In a flash, he hurried here, his mechanical legs were almost on fire, and there was no Skitarii who should protect him under any circumstances. He took a long time to come here in a shuttle!

He looked at the mortal hero who was completely penetrated, the mechanized display emitted a red light and kept flashing. He raised his third hand and said emotionlessly.

"There is no more chance, the internal organs are massively damaged, the heart is less than 2% effective, the brain death area is controllable, the calculation is completed, the probability of success is... 0.5%, the operation begins, and I will... do my best!"