Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"Please do not feel sad or desperate, because there is a very wise and kind choice before you.

As long as you are willing to lay down your weapons and surrender to us sincerely, then I swear on my personal honor and the honor of the entire legion that I will never abuse you in any form. We respect every life, even if he has stood on the opposite side.

If you insist on being stubborn and resisting to the end, then you can't blame us. We will send you away without mercy to reunite with those deceased comrades.

I believe they will warmly welcome you. This way, at least you won't be alone on the road to the underworld, nor will you suffer the torment of war, nor will you have to feel the pain of losing your freedom or dignity. So, please consider this carefully."

Among the three Star Space Marines surrounding a company priest, the leading warrior had a calm and composed look on his face, and spoke to the priest in a sincere and dignified manner.

"You bastards! You shameless people, how dare you speak nonsense here? It's simply wishful thinking!"

After hearing what the Stellar Space Marine said, the chaplain of the Flesh Tearers' First Company suddenly became furious with red eyes and bulging veins on his forehead, like a ferocious beast that was enraged to the extreme, opening its bloody mouth and ready to devour its prey.

He stared fiercely at the enemy who dared to speak rudely to him. His eyes filled with hatred and anger seemed to be able to penetrate the other person's soul directly.

"Your heresy is so abominable! Go to hell!"

With an angry roar, a company of priests suddenly raised the power sword in their hands that was flashing with cold light high up, and the whole person was like a cannonball, carrying endless anger and determination, and rushed towards the Star Space Marine without hesitation.

His steps were firm and powerful, each one akin to a heavy slam on the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The power sword in his hand traced a sharp arc through the air, emitting a shrill whistling sound, as if even the air was being torn apart by this powerful aura.

"Hmph, now that things have come to this, it seems there's no point in saying more. Since you're so determined to die, we have no choice but to grant your wish and send you to reunite with your comrades who have long been buried in the earth. May you rest in peace in the other world."

Facing a company of priests who were coming at him like a violent storm, the Star Marine showed no fear on his face.

On the contrary, his eyes became increasingly cold and ruthless. He slightly moved to the side, cleverly avoiding the powerful blow from the priest, then pulled out the plasma pistol from his waist, pressed it against the priest's back and pulled the trigger.

"Swish" a blue light flashed and the priest's body fell heavily to the ground, his chest completely melted by the plasma pistol.

"Ah! Oto..."

Gabriel let out a heart-wrenching roar that echoed throughout the battlefield, as if venting the endless grief and anger in his heart.

He had just been repelled by Nak again, and before he could stand firmly, he turned his head inadvertently and saw the corpses of the Blood Angels lying all over the ground.

Those once vibrant and heroic figures now lay lifeless in pools of blood. Not only that, even the highly respected chaplains of the First Company had been brutally killed by members of the Nak Guard.

This scene deeply pierced Gabriel's heart, leaving him filled with grief and indignation. His eyes were red and tears welled up in his eyes. He stared at the enemy with wide eyes, his hands tightly gripping his weapon, his whole body trembling with extreme anger.

As the last Blood Angel fell, the battlefield fell into a brief silence.

However, just a moment later, more than 400 Star Space Marines rushed in like a tide and surrounded Nak and Gabriel.

They were closely packed together, forming an impenetrable circle, like a gigantic amphitheater. Knack and Gabriel, trapped within it, were like wild beasts forced to fight each other in the amphitheater.

At this time, the Star Marines in the front row raised their Ripper rifles, pointing the black muzzles at Gabriel, ready to pull the trigger to kill him in one fell swoop.

However, at this critical moment, Nak suddenly raised his right arm: "He is my prey, no one is allowed to interfere!"

His voice was cold and authoritative, with an unquestionable tone.

The Star Marines in the front row were stunned at first when they heard this, but then immediately put down their Ripper rifles and drew out their power swords from their waists. They held them high and stared at Gabriel vigilantly to prevent him from taking the opportunity to escape or launch a surprise attack.

Gabriel looked around in grief and anger, only to find that he was surrounded by hundreds of Star Marines. These Star Marines all held power swords with shining decomposition fields in their hands. He could not leave even if he wanted to.

Nak pointed his power sword at Gabriel and said solemnly, "Let's duel and divide our energy!"

"Okay, let's fight to the death." Gabriel chose to accept Nak's challenge again.

Gabriel held the power sword that shone with decomposition in both hands, raised it to his eyes, and stared at Nak in the distance.

"go to hell!"

Gabriel roared angrily and rushed towards Nak with the power sword raised. When the two were less than two meters apart, Gabriel swiftly swung the power sword towards Nak.

As Nak dodged Gabriel's attack by moving sideways, he quickly swung the power sword towards Gabriel's neck.

Facing Nak's attack, Gabriel did not choose to dodge or block, but continued to swing the power sword in his hand towards Nak's chest.

Looking at Gabriel's fighting style of dying together, Nak couldn't help but become ruthless. The power sword in his right hand continued to chop towards Gabriel's neck, and the power fist in his left hand flashed with dazzling decomposition points, heading towards the power sword swung by Gabriel.

This time, Gabriel didn't use his power sword to block Nak's power fist. Instead, he moved his right hand slightly outwards, avoiding Nak's attack. He then swung his wrist, tightly grasping the power sword in his right hand, and swiftly slashed towards Nak's arm.

"Swish" the extremely hard platinum power armor was like a thin piece of paper under the attack of the power sword. The part of Nak's hand below his elbow was cut off by the power sword in Gabriel's hand.

When Gabriel cut off Nak's left arm, the power sword wielded in Nak's right hand quickly passed through Gabriel's neck.