"This is the Emperor's temple."
A combat monk said this as he looked at the ruins and broken buildings
“Once was.”
Grimadus's cold answer.
"But now it will be just a tomb, a tomb that burys heresy."
Afterwards, he ordered the three combat brothers to throw smoke bombs.
When thick smoke spread across the wall, the fallen defenders immediately realized what was going on and began to scream at the top of their lungs.
The world fell into endless riots after a brief subspace storm ten years ago. Some residents suffered from famine and eventually lost to the collapse of their living environment. Others were bewitched by hidden darkness and believed in fallacies about survival and prosperity.
In the end, they die, they suffer, they betray.
And the Black Holy Church will give the world the final redemption and judgment.
"go ahead!"
With the help of the cover of thick smoke, the Black Church's combat company quickly crossed the seemingly unattainable guardrail. When they reached the flat ground behind the guardrail, Gremadus' finger was placed on the trigger, and he and his explosive rifle were ready at any time.
Within a short few seconds, he analyzed the enemy's firepower loopholes and the route of breaking forward, which was the instinct of years of bloody battles.
In the fear of death, the firepower of the rebels' strolling purpose, automatic guns and laser guns swept around.
Although Gremadus's power armor was hit many times, it was not damaged at all. After moving quickly for 100 meters, he hid in the corner of the broken wall, aimed at an approaching enemy and decisively pulled the trigger.
The visibility in the smoke was low, and the figure seemed to be lost, screaming and waving his arms.
But this was not a problem for Gremadus. He could see clearly that the other party was wearing orange boiler uniforms, like a miner or a factory slave, carrying a bulky respirator on his back, and holding a simple automatic pistol in his hand.
The next second, the loud noise of large-caliber ammunition hitting the body, followed by the explosion of the explosive warhead.
The bomb tore the man's body in an instant. He even found himself falling on the ruins in surprise, almost unaware that he had been attacked, and even at the moment of his death, he did not see clearly what killed him.
The moment he passed the body down, Gremadus looked down at the traitor who was shot dead by himself. Its face was covered with a pair of wide welder goggles. It seemed to have something extremely sinister and abnormal in the dirt.
Heresy, no matter how similar it is to humans, is ugly and unclean.
"Move inside, fast!"
After the members of the combat company used short shots to solve the rash enemy who fired, they gathered on the damaged stairs leading to the building, and thick smoke re-enveloped the environment below, but gunfire and screams were everywhere, and there were obviously enemies everywhere.
"Brothers, why are our mottos!"
During the battle, Gremadus recited the Gothic language passionately.
"No pity! No mercy! No fear!"
The Black Holy Church's fanaticism against the battle and the Emperor made their charge unstoppable. Gremadus ran and shot, and the first shot knocked off an arm waving a metal stick, and the second shot hit an enemy that charged near.
Suddenly, two armed men howled from the darkness. Gremadus blew one of them with a backhand and then reached out to grab the other's head, pulled it out of the body along with his spine, and threw it on the ground and sprinkled a piece of blood.
Then he pulled out the chainsaw sword from his waist, and the shooting in his hand kept blowing off the necks of one enemy after another, and then used the chainsaw to cut off a human head and half of his chest and arms.
"What are we thinking!"
"We all think about the purity of the empire!"
The battle company quickly swept into the building like a strong wind, and the heretics opened fire on the emperor's angels of death, proving that they were indeed enemies of mankind.
Grimadus knew why they fought, and what drove them, allowing madness to completely control their minds, so that he dared to exchange fire with the invincible powerful angels.
Chaos evil power, the eternal enemy of mankind. As long as these nightmarish forces still exist, the expedition of the Black Holy Temple will continue forever.
Stop until death!
Even though they had reached a desperate situation, even if the explosive bombs kept tearing open blood holes on them, the remaining enemies were still hiding everywhere and counterattacked with the cover.
Gremadus shot and chased the retreating enemies, occasionally glimpsing the dilapidated scenes of the temple - the gilded walls were attacked by wind and sand, and the glory of the past became filthy and bleak.
"Where are we going!"
"Do to death, to war!"
"What are we!"
"We are His champions, we are His dead!"
Most Black Temple warriors prefer close combat, using bullets to push the enemy out of cover and into dead corners, then raise the combat knife and chainsaw sword to harvest the head.
During this process, Gremadus once turned the heresy who fell to the ground and wanted to see the appearance of the dead. Its arms and shoulders were shattered by bombs, leaving only half of its body, and a windproof scarf wrapped around its head, unable to see its expression.
Suddenly, a clicking sound came from the temple. Gremadus recognized that it was the automatic gun that was firing, and directly flashed to avoid the line of fire of the rapid-fire shell.
The next second a grenade flew out and directly exploded the automatic cannon and the gunner behind it.
Gremadus stepped forward again and pulled away the scarf on the dead heresy. He saw the hidden face being penetrated by a scar, which just split the face into two left and right.
Such precise wounds cannot be left on the battlefield - this is what they do, and one of the major characteristics of chaos that makes people crazy is irrational self-harm.
The crack extends all the way to the jaw, and the tongue protruding from the mouth also breaks from the apex, just like some kind of reptile. The nose is completely cut off, and only the remaining nasal bones and nasal passages blocked by hyperplasia tissue can be seen.
"Absent heresy!"
Grimadus issued an order in the communication channel.
"Get them together and slaughter them like animals!"
Then he threw the heresy's remains back to the ground and realized that all the corpses of the enemy had such scars on their faces.
This is probably the most tragic end that humans can imagine.
During the fanatical attack of the Black Temple warriors, the enemy on the periphery was quickly completely defeated, and the soldiers ran to the fracture of the temple wall, where huge sandstone building materials were exposed.
Gremadus walked against the wall, scanning the situation inside to prepare to open fire.
The dark area in the field of vision gradually faded, and the enhanced superhuman vision penetrated the darkness. Colorful angels were painted on the walls and domes of the temple, and they descended with the sun. The believers of the state religion below looked up at the sky, carved the relics of war, and recited prayers devoutly to the emperor.
Chapter completed!