r18novel Chapter 50 Breathing
Chapter 50 Breathing
Meanwhile, the bodies of those World Devourers whose souls were devoured will soon be transformed into new Ghost Space Marines by the power of the Myriad Soul Banner, joining Qin Mo's army of "Golden Heroic Souls".
Although Qin Mo considered the Devourer's fighting style, which only knew how to hack and slash, to be the most rudimentary.
A warrior who lacks reason is merely a mindless blade, a tool, not a true warrior.
In the world of cultivation, those evil cultivation methods that rely on "bloodlust" to enhance combat power are often the lowest-level cultivation methods.
Because they are essentially trading "reason" for "combat power".
It appears powerful, but in reality, it's like drinking poison to quench thirst.
However, in the spirit of not wasting resources, it is not unreasonable to make use of waste.
In the blink of an eye, the battlefield was empty.
None of the more than thirty world-devourers survived.
The Dark Angels remained in the same pose from their last tactical maneuver, as if the pause button had been pressed.
Then, they slowly raised their heads.
I looked up at the sky.
There, a figure with silver hair and golden eyes floated in mid-air, a golden flag fluttering in the wind behind him, surrounded by a faint golden halo.
The Dark Angels moved in perfect unison, all raising their weapons and aiming at Qin Mo in mid-air.
No one fired, but no one put down their guns either.
They simply watched Qin Mo warily.
Qin Mo looked down at the group of green-armored warriors who were silently pointing their guns at him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"really."
He recalled the system's earlier description: taciturn, suspicious, and distrustful of outsiders.
It seems that the identity of this "living saint" is...
It might not work so well in front of these "angels".
"Yes, these Space Marines are definitely more rational."
Qin Mo hovered in mid-air, looking down at the group of dark green figures pointing guns at him, without the slightest panic in his heart.
To be honest, after witnessing the nuns kneeling and weeping, shouting "The Emperor has appeared!", Qin Mo felt much more comfortable with this calm, almost indifferent reaction.
After all, he already knew from the system's introduction that the Dark Angels were a pragmatic legion that adhered to "atheism".
That's right, atheism.
In this universe where demons roam and gods truly exist, the Dark Angels are a group of staunch atheists. They do not worship the Emperor, but only respect him, because the Emperor says he is not a god.
They do not believe in miracles, but only in tactical manuals; they do not worship saints, but only assess the "tactical value" of saints.
In short, in the eyes of the Dark Angels, the so-called "living saint" is nothing more than a "more powerful weapon".
It is essentially no different from a cannon or a tank.
The only difference is that weapons don't speak for themselves.
This weapon could not only talk, but it also floated in the sky and was surrounded by golden light, which made the dark angels unsure of how to handle the situation.
Qin Mo could clearly sense that there was no fluctuation of "faith" in the souls of these green-armored warriors.
Unlike the nuns, whose piety shone with a burning, intense, almost soul-stirring light.
The soul of a dark angel contains only three things:
alert.
Evaluate.
And doubts.
Very rational. Very calm.
A very dark angel.
The silence lasted for about ten seconds, which is a considerable amount of time on the battlefield.
Finally, the leading dark angel stepped forward.
His power armor was more decorated, and the white wing emblem on his shoulder armor was more exquisite than others.
With an energy sword in a black scabbard hanging at his waist, he was clearly the commander of the company, judging from his aura and position.
"Who are you?"
The tone was flat, brief, and devoid of any unnecessary emotion.
The standard Dark Angel style of communication.
Qin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.
Then, a half-smile appeared on his lips.
"Isn't it common sense to state your own name before asking someone else's?"
Or perhaps—
His golden eyes narrowed slightly.
"Is this how you Dark Angels treat reinforcements?"
The momentary tension was palpable after those words were spoken.
The Dark Angels' gun barrels twitched slightly, as if they were hesitant.
The fact that the other party knew they were Dark Angels indicates that they had some understanding of the Empire, and the power they had just displayed did indeed help them eliminate the World Eater.
From a tactical perspective, the other side is indeed currently acting as "reinforcements".
Beneath the platoon leader's helmet visor, a pair of icy blue eyes narrowed slightly.
He had intended to say, "Even without your help, we can still deal with these World Eaters."
These words were already on the tip of my tongue.
but--
He thought of that scene again.
Just a few breaths.
More than thirty World Devourers were all wiped out.
He is not someone whose judgment is clouded by pride, which is why he was able to rise to the position of company commander in the fiercely competitive Dark Angels legion.
He was well aware of the upper limit of his company's combat strength.
Defeating these World Eaters? No problem.
To annihilate them without casualties within a few breaths?
impossible.
The World Eater's melee combat ability was already among the best of the Space Marines, and with Khorne's blessing, his insane madness—a fearlessness of pain and death—even they had to pay a considerable price to defeat him.
The person in front of him was like an ant being crushed.
He paused for two seconds, then made a pragmatic decision.
"We are the Fourth Company of the Dark Angels." He nodded slightly, his tone still calm, but the muzzle of his gun subtly shifted a few degrees, no longer pointing directly at Qin Mo.
"I am Company Commander Krashir."
Qin Mo nodded in satisfaction.
"Raphael."
"The living saint chosen by the emperor."
The reaction of the twenty-odd Dark Angels upon hearing this was very Dark Angel-like.
They simply exchanged a silent glance.
Then, silence continued.
Qin Mo could almost see the same expression written under their helmets.
"oh."
Just one "Oh".
I don't believe it. I don't doubt it. I don't express my opinion.
Let's see how it goes first.
Qin Mo shook his head inwardly. Sure enough, it was much harder to fool this kind of rational person than to fool the nun.
But it didn't matter; he hadn't expected to reap faith merit from the Dark Angel anyway.
The faith of this group of atheists is probably as concentrated as plain water; you can't squeeze out more than a few drops.
Just then, the heavy footsteps of power armor came from behind.
And a bold and rough voice.
"Ha! Dark Angel!"
Jill Iron Wolf and his Space Wolves finally arrived.
Following behind were the Battle Sisters and Astral Army soldiers.
However, at this moment, everyone's attention was drawn to the sudden stillness between the two legions.
The moment the space wolves saw the Dark Angel, their relaxed pace instantly changed.
Straighten your back, tense your shoulders, and breathe more heavily.
Jill walked at the front, staring intently at the group of green-armored warriors, his lips twitching involuntarily.
A deep, almost beast-like guttural sound rolled out from his chest.
"Ho—"