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The air resounded with the metallic roar of bolters, and the screams of rotary assault cannons and flamethrowers as they unleashed barrages of bullets and swept the decks with flames. Every breath of air I inhaled carried a pungent stink - the propellant of the mass-explosive shells, or perhaps the ozone produced by the burning of hot metal.

The Black Legion's Space Marines formed a massive hunting party and moved through the Eternal Crusade, destroying any Black Templar combat teams they encountered one by one, slaughtering even the unarmed mortal crew members, and wantonly wasting precious ammunition as if they had a huge stockpile of ammunition and fuel to squander at will.

All vigilance was thrown out of the window, all reason was overwhelmed by the desire to kill, these Chaos Space Marines were like a group of wild horses that had broken free from their reins since entering the battleship, slaughtering and destroying wantonly, and it was obvious that they could no longer be restrained by any orders - even if Kayan wanted to restrain them, he could not do it.

The Black Templars fought hatred with fury, charging along every aisle at the loose columns that invaded their territory. Time and again, the Chaos Space Marines were blocked by shield walls of ceramsite armor, and all they could see was the flash of blades and the roar of chainsaws.

"Kayan, I know you're watching."

The warrior named "Amural" said with an evil smile. He pulled the roaring chainsaw axe out of the chest of a Black Templar Space Marine. Blood splattered all over his iron boots and greaves as the teeth spun. He took a slight breath and asked,

"Tell me, am I making the fastest progress?"

The Queen of Glory class battleship was so large that the Black Legion had to deploy three Chaos warbands, one of which was the Lightless Blade, composed entirely of Terminators, led by Abaddon himself. Even so, the Chaos Space Marines still needed to split up and act separately, trying to paralyze the command flagship as soon as possible. The interference of the internal environment of the ship made it impossible for them to communicate effectively, but Kayan's psychic power was not affected.

"No, you are not, Amurral."

Kayan sent a message to him and said,

"Teremanon is making faster progress than you. He and his Screaming Mask have already penetrated the entire lower deck and are currently advancing towards the bottom cabin area. You are already behind."

"Humph, that damned bastard."

Amural snorted coldly.

Telemanon was once a Space Marine of the Emperor's Children. His swordsmanship was outstanding, and he could be ranked first in the Black Legion in terms of fighting skills. At the same time, this Chaos Space Marine who believed in Slaanesh was also a pervert. He branded a smiling silver mask red and covered his face with it. In addition, he had always coveted the dark Eldar Scourge chick under Kayan, longing for her like a masochist and voyeur.

Kayan doesn't like this guy either.

But he had to admit it.

Telemanon is indeed very strong.

He even threatened to kill Sigismund.

Although Chaos Space Marines generally lack maintenance on their equipment compared to Loyalist Space Marines, they often have more combat experience. At this stage, every Chaos Space Marine in the Black Legion is a veteran of the Great Crusade and the Heresy. The long time of 700 years has not aged their bodies at all. On the contrary, the bloody fights in the Eye of Terror have further honed their combat skills.

The Black Templars were at a disadvantage from the very beginning.

Forced to shrink their defense and retreat step by step.

Everything was as Abaddon planned and expected.

…

The bottom hold prison of the Eternal Crusade.

Telemanon led the Screaming Masks warband in a fierce charge, the Chaos Space Marines bleeding, sweating, and swearing poison. Fists and pistol butts smashed into helmets, chainswords screamed and cut through the joints of armor, or streaked uselessly on reinforced armor plating.

Telemanon needed room to swing his blades, and in close quarters, Space Marines often needed short swords instead of long swords. There were many times when his blades were unable to be used due to angle problems, or were stuck in the bodies of Black Templars after successfully killing his opponents, making it difficult to draw the weapons. Even so, he was still unstoppable.

The passage of the lower hold prison was too narrow, and in front of them was a group of Space Marines who kept charging forward, shouting battle cries and swearing loyalty to the Emperor, while Telemanon's men behind him were cursing anxiously, as they could not get through the tight formation to kill the enemies they had waited for countless centuries to finally face.

Until the last Black Templar fell.

Telemanon pulled out the two swords from the corpse, and casually waved the swords to shake off the blood on the blades. The Slaanesh warrior looked around, satisfied with his deadly and elegant killing skills. He spat at the Black Templar warriors at his feet, and the saliva mixed with blood slowly flowed down the metal relief of the double-headed sky eagle on the breastplate.

"We have cleared the hold..."

Telemanon had not yet finished speaking.

Suddenly I saw the corner at the end of the passage.

A black-armored warrior stepped out of the stairs.

Looking at the Space Marine with horns pointing upwards on both sides of his helmet and metal bat wings growing out of his power pack, Telemanon frowned under his mask and asked,

"Which warband are you from?"

"Why haven't I seen you before?"

He subconsciously thought that the other party was another Chaos Space Marine from the Black Legion, who happened to attack from the other end. He was just wondering why the other party was alone.

"Hehehe."

The breathing valve on the black-armored warrior's visor opened into a three-petal mouth with sharp teeth, and a red light flashed in the eyepiece:

"I am Qingshan Khan."

Qingshan Khan?

Telemanon pondered the name.

Suddenly he thought of something and his expression changed drastically.

The former son of the Emperor raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at the black-armored warrior. Even the silver mask with a permanent smile on his face could not hide the astonishment in his tone:

"Are you the Qingshan Khan who carved the words on the face of Lucius the Undying?"

"Oh? You actually know me?"

Fu Qinghai was also surprised to hear this.

He analyzed two key pieces of information from this sentence: first, Lucius, the Chosen One of Slaanesh, was indeed not dead, and second, someone saw the words on his face:

Defeated by Qingshan Khan.

"Lucius is such a masochist. He's not ashamed of it but proud of it? And he showed it to you?"

Fu Qinghai walked over and smiled.

Telemanon took a defensive stance and said in a deep voice,

"No, Lucius later cut off the piece of flesh, but everyone in our legion saw it."

Oh, I see.

Fu Qinghai understood immediately.

No wonder the other Chaos Space Marines in the Eye of Terror didn't recognize him, but this guy in front of him had heard of his name - because he and Lucius were both members of the Third Legion. It seemed that his name was currently only spread among the Emperor's Children, and Fu Qinghai probably had an idea.

"I have heard that the Third Legion generally believes in Slaanesh. I have also heard that for those who believe in Slaanesh, pain and death are the ultimate enjoyment and pleasure."

Fu Qinghai opened his claws and slowly approached with an evil smile:

"Then, are you ready to accept this supreme feast of pleasure that I will give you?"

"You don't even ask my name?"

Telemanon asked, clenching his two swords and gritting his teeth.

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said calmly:

"I don't need to know."

After saying that, he opened his arms and pounced on me.

"Fire!"

Telemanon shouted as he stepped back.

The Chaos Space Marines of the Screaming Masked Warband, who had been waiting for battle, immediately pulled the trigger upon hearing this. Instantly, a barrage of explosive bullets, plasma bursts, and fan-shaped flames immediately flooded the narrow passage in front of them.

The passage was already littered with corpses, both Black Templars and Black Legion, lying here and there on the floor or leaning against the walls. Telemanon heard the explosion of a bolt through armor, but was not sure if it was that man.

"Wow——"

Two slender claws pierced through the flames and attacked!

Telemanon was prepared and immediately raised his knife to block. Arcs of electricity were ignited between the dark blue claws and exploded with crackling sounds. Telemanon parried and retreated at the same time, trying to lure the opponent into his encirclement - in the critical moment, Telemanon abandoned the pride and arrogance of the Slaanesh believers.

Telemanon thought he was an expert swordsman, but no matter how skillful he was, he could not match the Chosen One of Slaanesh. And the famous Flawless Blade, Lucius the Undying, was only defeated by the man in front of him. Telemanon did not dare to fight him, and only wanted to drown him with human waves.

Telemanon brandished his two swords and shouted:

"I am the Screaming Prince Telemanon! I am the leader of the Screaming Masks! I am the best swordsman in the Black Legion! Remember my name, Qingshan Khan, I am..."

"Swish!"

An iron claw sank into his forehead.

Telemanon froze in his tracks, his eyes moving left and right with difficulty beneath the silver mask, only to discover that before the other party stabbed him in the face, he had already found the time to kill all the Chaos Marines around him - the giant bat wings made of a pair of metal skeletons behind him, the curved hook at the wing tip had just been pulled out of the eyepiece of a Chaos Marine's helmet, bringing out a cluster of rotten brain tissue.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly."

Fu Qinghai spoke indifferently.

Then clench your right paw tightly.

"Puff."

Telemanon's head cracked with a crisp sound.

The headless corpse knelt dejectedly in front of him.

[You killed the Screaming Prince Telemanon...]

[Bonus Assimilation Points...]

The long-lost cold voice sounded in my mind.

Fu Qinghai felt that it was not easy at all. From the beginning of the big plot event to now, he finally killed the first member of the Black Legion and got the first assimilation point reward. This was completely different from the past and it was so sad.

"Tsk, that's not very interesting, Qingshan."

Valak smacked his lips and spoke.

"I want to eat something sour and spicy, Brother Qingshan."

Mimiko was also acting coquettishly towards him.

"What's hot and sour?"

Fu Qinghai looked around and asked casually.

The narrow passage, which was originally filled with corpses, was now filled with the huge corpses of Space Marines from both sides of the battle, becoming even more crowded, and he could only squeeze through by leaning sideways. Looking at so many fresh Space Marine corpses piled in front of him, Fu Qinghai could hardly move his legs.

"It's the devil's spirit, Qingshan."

Chu Renmei explained for her:

"Demon spirits contain extremely strong emotional energy. They are all composed of pure spiritual energy. In comparison, human souls are too bland and boring."

"Humph, you've become such a picky person."

Fu Qinghai snorted coldly.

The eight demons ignored the request.

Instead, he looked at the corpses around him and fell into deep thought.

The Iron Pagoda Chapter has always firmly implemented a development policy, which is to expand its membership by harvesting the gene seeds of Chaos Space Marines. Now the biggest constraint restricting the continued expansion of the Chapter is the number of gene seeds. Chaos Space Marine gene seeds need to be carefully screened, but it is better than nothing, and Fu Qinghai can't bear to let it go.

But now the battle situation is urgent. Fu Qinghai doesn't know where the Black Legion has advanced to, nor does he know when the showdown between Abaddon and Sigismund will come. Extracting gene seeds requires patience and some time. Fu Qinghai doesn't have time to harvest seeds while fighting forward.

Suddenly, an idea came to him.

Fu Qinghai turned around, took out a white suitcase and opened it. A group of silver-grey nano-metal particles automatically emerged from it. These particles quickly fell to the ground and piled up to form a black and gold power armor, which was the long-lost Blue Shell.

"Qingming."

Fu Qinghai looked at the Green Shell and said:

"You come and help me harvest the gene seeds."

"Understood, Master."

The power armor responded stiffly.

Then the empty shell armor raised one arm, and the particles on the arm armor changed, turning into a standard Hagen-type medical needle, the standard equipment of Space Marine pharmacists. The power armor then squatted down and inserted the bone drill into the neck of the corpse, and began to extract the mature gene seeds in an orderly and rapid manner.

"Hurry up and keep up with me."

Fu Qinghai gave another instruction and walked forward.

The artificial intelligence in the Qing Shell is just a clone of Qing Ming himself. It is a bit rigid and dull, and it does not have the agility and intelligence of Qing Ming at all. I don't know if Qing Ming did it on purpose. But at least it can solve the problem Fu Qinghai is facing now and help him extract the gene seed.

Suddenly Fu Qinghai raised his head abruptly.

He detected a slight sense of being spied on.

But when he checked his surroundings again.

There was clearly no living creature in the entire passage.

"What's going on? Did you feel it?"

Fu Qinghai asked the eight demons vigilantly.

"Someone just tried to get into your mind."

Freddy chuckled and said:

"It's like letting you dream during the day."

"But we blocked it, Qingshan."

Valak immediately came out to take credit.

"Who is it?"

Fu Qinghai asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know. That guy ran very fast. The soul sense retreated at the slightest touch and disappeared very quickly."

Valak answered honestly.

…

At this time, the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance.

Kayan supported himself on the edge of the control panel with both hands, and suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes. His gaze was dull, his mouth was half open, and he was breathing heavily, as if he still hadn't come back to his senses.

Just now, just now, he witnessed it with his own eyes.

Telemanon and his Screaming Masks warband.

No one was left alive and the entire army was wiped out.

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　1. I uploaded pictures of Telemanon, showing what he looked like before and after joining the Black Legion. However, both pictures were swallowed. It's inexplicable. I have no idea what the point of this review mechanism is.

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