In the gaze of Gremadus, the glorious Emperor Saint of the past was completely a ruin. The precious wooden benches were piled up randomly as roadblocks, and may also be used as fuel for the bonfire near the podium in the center of the room. The bonfire reflected the statue of the Emperor in armor nearby. The eyes of the statue were already two craters, and the eyes of the characters in the murals on the wall were also cut off.
Many heresy hiding behind various obstacles, spitting vague and foul words at the Space Marines.
Such a blasphemy made Gremadus furious.
"Kill them! Burn them! Purify this sacred temple of the Lord of Humanity!"
Grimadus' voice grille emits a sensational roar.
"No pity! No mercy! No fear!"
He pulled the trigger hard, the explosive rifle spit out the flames, and other soldiers also began to strafuse the pilgrimage inside the strait.
As the explosive bombs covered the entire temple, heresies fell to the ground one after another.
There were hundreds of enemies gathered, piled up everywhere in the temple, most of whom were wearing long robes, fell down in the fire exchange or were blown into pieces by explosive bombs.
Even so, they still fought back with rough weapons, but could only leave some bullet marks on the power armor. Of course, their accuracy was not very good, and most of the bullets hit the already damaged and dirty murals.
The emperor's statue was splashed with heretic blood, and corpses piled up on the podium, and blood and limbs were everywhere, which almost turned the inside of the temple into a swamp.
"Why are we making a vow!"
Gremadus was no longer satisfied with shooting. He swung his chainsaw into the temple, ignoring the miniature ammunition, and wantonly chopping and killing the screaming heresy, regardless of men, women, young and old.
When he smashed the first jumping chest, the chain saw rumbling from the flesh and blood, and his burqa and armor were splattered with blood.
The heresies around him fled in a hurry against the terrifying giant, huddled with their companions, all of whom were roaring and slapped like dogs, most of whom had no language ability because of fear.
"I will never tolerate unclean existence!"
His brothers chanted in response and quickly joined the close-range battle.
It's more like one-sided massacre than fighting.
"Lord of humanity who conquered everything, please be delighted by the storm of this battle."
Gremadus walked across the broken bench and walked towards the heresy who was fighting stubbornly, and the chainsaw sword in his hand kept roaring.
A heretic hiding behind the base of the Emperor's statue opened fire at him. Gremadus didn't care at all, then waved his hand and several heads exploded.
Finally, he pulled out the guys hiding behind the Emperor's statue.
He was wearing a priest's robe, his face was covered with scars, and a blasphemous star hanging around his neck, and he was obviously the small leader of the rebels.
But at the last moment, he actually tried to get the emperor's blessing, which was ridiculous and sad.
Amid the other party's screams, Grimadus lifted the other party up.
"This is a prayer for the Emperor."
He muttered to himself, and then tore the heresy apart with a clamor.
The blood poured his whole body from head to toe, which looked particularly terrifying. At this time, there was no living rebel around him, and all the bodies were incomplete, so it was difficult to distinguish his identity.
After the thirteen giants stood quietly in the dark for a moment, a communicator beeped.
"Brothers Grimadus, Marshal Herbletcher is calling out members of the Brotherhood of Swords."
"Received, I'll return immediately."
Hulblett, the youngest and most fighting marshal at the Black Temple, even as a new disciple, Hulblett fought with more fanaticism and courage than expected. He once fought against a huge Tyron swarm in the Dead Nuclear Valley and defeated all enemies without rebellion. In just a few decades, Hulblett was accepted into the Brotherhood of Swords for defeating a demon prince with a combat knife.
After that, he continued to get promoted quickly, and every step was to step on the corpse of the emperor's most terrifying enemies.
At the same time, he is also the recommender of Gremadus' entry into the Brotherhood of Swords.
After returning to the flagship on the fleet, Gremadus, who simply washed away the blood stains on his armor, came to the bridge. Other members of the Brotherhood of Swords in the Expeditionary Force were already waiting for him here, and surrounded by them was Marshal Helbletcht.
The marshal has a Dornish-like hard face, with many traces of battle and marks visible to the naked eye on his skin, and his passionate expression makes these scars more glorious.
At this time, he was wearing ancient armor. Under the influence of artificial airflow, a wide cloak flew around him. The holy objects tied by chains hit his armor. Parchment rubbed against plastic steel and whispered his contribution.
After seeing Gremadus, he nodded.
"Then everyone will be here."
After saying that, he turned around, nodded at the technical priest beside him, and then began to operate the camera on the bridge for convenience.
Accompanied by the waves of water, two vague figures appeared in the air and gradually became clear.
It was the Marshal Cordel, the Great Black Celestial, and the Supreme Pastor Mordred.
"Brothers of Herblet, Soshyan Alexey, the commander of the Knights of the Astral Realm, have been appointed by the High Lords Council as the Supreme Lord Commander of the Great Vortex Expeditionary Force. The Empire Fist has invited us, hoping that the Black Church can participate in the expedition and assist our famous brother, who is at the moment, is closest to the Great Vortex. For this reason, your expeditionary force will become our representatives and meet with Commander General Soshyan Alexey. After receiving this message, he immediately set off and bring destruction to the heretics in the name of the Emperor and the name of Dorn."
Everyone listened to the full message without saying a word. After the news ended, Hulblet turned around and looked at the members of the Brotherhood of Swords.
"Everyone has heard that a greater expedition and a greater victory are waiting for us! The Great Vortex, an area occupied by aliens and heresy, should have been wiped out long ago. The results and scale of this expedition will definitely be left in history!"
Gremadus was also excited after hearing this, but another question was immediately born in his mind.
"Marson, this expedition... do we need to be in command of that Soshiyan brother?"
Hearing this, Hullblett squeezed a faint smile on his face.
"Of course, he is the supreme commander of the Expeditionary Force."
"I heard he's very young."
"I am just a little older than him. He must have many outstanding achievements. And I wanted to see him very early... Okay, everyone will inform the other soldiers and quickly clean up the battlefield. We will set off in 24 hours."
Gremadus nodded and turned away, but his thoughts about the expedition made him clench his fists involuntarily.
The Great Whirlpool, the center of the Galaxy, the stage that the entire empire pays attention to.
Chapter completed!