69 Delayed Judgment (29, 8K Mega Chapter, No Update the Past Two Days Due to Writer's Block, Very Sorry)

Delayed Judgment (29, 8K Mega Chapter, No Update the Past Two Days Due to Writer's Block, Very Sorry)

Seraphax was no stranger to attack bikes.

Although he had not dealt with them often during his time in the Legion, he was, after all, a Dark Angel—every Legion's favored tactics, methods of warfare, and distinguishing traits could be traced back to their prototypes.

Even so, he had never expected the White Scar brought by that Warsmith to ride a bike like this.

Was this really an attack bike, or any variant of one? Seraphax could not help but wonder.

Before him stood a massive machine with exceptionally sturdy, broad frontal armor. Like an attack bike, it had a sidecar for a second Astartes, but the heavy weapon that should have been mounted upon it had been removed, leaving only a bare targeting port.

Moreover, it bore none of the Fifth Legion's markings. If one had to name the only decorations on its iron-gray surface, they were dark bloodstains and countless scars.

Bullet holes, dents, blade marks, blackened scorch marks from explosions, and pitted holes left by corrosive acid.

"You'll have to wait a little longer."

A Tech-Priest spoke. Her red robes were brighter than Seraphax remembered such robes being, as though they had once been soaked in blood.

Three enormous wheel hubs stood beside her, nearly concealing her entirely. Several servo-arms extended from behind the priest, carrying out repairs at a pace that could hardly be called fast.

"I don't recall my patience being this poor, Priest."

An Eastern face gave the reply. The face beneath his warrior braid seemed to be smiling, one corner of his mouth curled upward. But a closer look revealed that the apparent curve was actually a small scar.

When Seraphax tried to mentally erase that