Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Chapter 559 Bloody Selection of New Recruits 2

"Go to hell!" Along with this roar, the helmet hit the opponent's head heavily, making a dull impact sound.

This blow seemed to give the frantic attacker a brief pause, but only for a moment. He then swung his fist again, continuing his furious assault on his comrades.

After witnessing this scene, the remaining shreds of rationality in the hearts of the other soldiers around them completely collapsed. As if they had been infected by something, they rushed towards their comrades with red eyes.

For a moment, the whole scene was in chaos, with shouts and screams coming one after another.

Comrades who once fought side by side and shared life and death have now become sworn enemies, engaging in a bloody fight without mercy.

As time went on, the battle off the field became more brutal, blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the ground beneath their feet red.

Everyone was already blood-curdling, no longer caring about past ties. Their only thought was to survive! Even if it meant sacrificing their comrades, they would do their utmost to fight for that glimmer of hope.

The Space Marines, clad in heavy power armor, stood expressionlessly high on the sidelines, their cold gazes scanning the chaotic and bloody battlefield below like cold stars.

And those mortal auxiliary troops, holding various weapons, silently guarded beside the Space Marines, and also watched this brutal battle with indifference.

For the Carcharodon Legion, this kind of scene is already commonplace, as this is their unique culture and tradition - selecting new recruits through fierce melee combat.

Every selection is a battle of life and death. Only the strongest and most tenacious can stand out and become a member of this elite group.

This selection process was different from that in the Jesta Galaxy. In the Jesta Galaxy, due to the involvement and supervision of the local defense forces, the selection method was restricted to a certain extent. It was only a free-for-all format to screen new recruits and recruit mortal auxiliary troops.

But when we arrived at the Germa Hive World, the situation changed dramatically.

Here, without the constraints of the Guards, and without the presence of other Star Marines, the Carcharhinus became the absolute dominant force on this land, and without hesitation, they restored their more rigorous and primitive selection traditions.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of prisoners were fighting for their lives.

As time passed, the number of people on the battlefield decreased dramatically. Now there are only a few thousand survivors still fighting bloody battles. Each of them is covered in blood and dust and exhausted, but their eyes still reveal the desire for survival and the persistence for victory.

Finally, the Space Marines thought the time had come. One of them reached out and picked up the trumpet beside him. Then, with all his might, he roared loudly to the people below:

"Stop! You've passed the test!"

The Space Marine's voice, full of majesty and power, was like a thunder that shook the earth, suddenly exploding in the field!

At this time, the people had already been blinded by the endless killing. In their hearts, there was only hatred for their former comrades and the desire to survive. They completely ignored the words of the Space Marines.

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, the Space Marine frowned slightly, and a hint of dissatisfaction appeared between his brows that were as sharp as a knife and an axe.

He waved his arms without hesitation towards his comrades beside him, making a clear and decisive gesture of instruction.

After receiving the order, the Space Marines sprang into action. Their movements were in perfect unison, like well-trained machines. They simultaneously raised their heavy Ripper rifles and pointed the black muzzles at the frantic fighting crowd below.

In an instant, a deafening and dense "da da da da" sound suddenly rang out!

The violent gunshots seemed to have some kind of magical power, instantly penetrating the eardrums of the prisoners who were red-eyed with killing intent, and drilling straight into their minds.

The captives, who were originally in a state of madness, were like being poured with a basin of ice water, and were instantly pulled back to reality from the brink of losing their sanity.

For a moment, the whole scene became silent.

Those who had just been fighting desperately now opened their eyes wide and stared blankly at the Space Marines holding weapons above them and the mortal auxiliary troops standing by and ready for battle.

Their faces were filled with confusion and fear, and they obviously didn't understand what was going on.

The Space Marine took a deep breath and then said slowly in a deep and powerful voice: "Now, you have gained a precious opportunity to survive.

So stop this meaningless slaughter immediately! If anyone dares to act rashly again and dares to attack others, I will kill them on the spot without mercy! Do you understand?

The Space Marine's words, cold as ice and devoid of any emotion, were like a thunderclap exploding in everyone's ears, instantly shocking the people in the audience into silence.

Everyone was so frightened that they dared not even breathe, and even dared not move their bodies at all, for fear of attracting the attention of this terrifying existence.

At this moment, there was only deep fear in their hearts, and a sense of relief for surviving the disaster.

"Yes."

"Yes."

Those prisoners who had managed to survive stared in horror at the bodies of their comrades lying all over the ground, their faces filled with disbelief.

They could not believe that the horrific scene before their eyes was caused by their own hands. They were filled with fear of escaping death and endless regret and self-blame.

This complex and contradictory intertwined emotion made their faces extremely pale, and their eyes revealed deep confusion and dullness.

The Space Marine looked expressionlessly at the silent crowd below, then waved slightly to the mortal auxiliary soldiers around him and shouted orders in his low and majestic voice:

"Take all the survivors away! Give the injured the best medical treatment. As for the bodies on the ground... burn them right here!"

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, the mortal auxiliary soldiers acted quickly without any hesitation.

They quickly escorted the surviving prisoners away and sent them to a special place for treatment; at the same time, another group of soldiers began to clean up the scene, piling up the corpses on the ground and preparing to burn them.

A raging fire quickly rose up, devouring the once living bodies, and black smoke billowed into the sky, as if telling the world the tragic ending of this brutal battle.