Although the enemy's reaction was also rapid, the clever Cadians had already expected the enemy to resist stubbornly inside the fortress, so they drove Chimera up, including Hellhounds, whose liquid flames quickly ignited the heretics and heavy artillery.
The walls were filled with smoke and twitching mutant corpses. Without the advantage of the highlands, the enemy is now suffering heavy losses and the wave has been reversed.
As the flag of the Eighth Regiment of Kadian rose on the wall, around Cried, his brothers were fighting fiercely with cultists and mutants showing signs of corruption, while a large number of enemies were running between the exterior walls and lower barricades, fighting hand-to-hand combat with the soldiers of Kadian.
The existence of these pagans is an insult to the emperor and an insult to all imperial warriors.
When a cult charges at him, Creed murmured and guards himself, hitting the cult's sword aside and stabs him with a commanding sword. The ferocity of this blow is driven by confidence.
Unfortunately, the command sword missed the heart of the cultist and stuck on his shoulder. It was a powerful but not fatal blow. The cultist was covered in scabs and flies, and the guy was wearing a dirty work clothes with simple protective gear. It was hard to imagine that this was an enemy that could make the Cadians pay such a price.
Thinking of the death of Kadian's elite under such a messy gun, Creed became furious. When the sword was commanded through the rough material and pierced into the flesh, the foul-stealed yellow liquid oozed out, dirtying the surrounding ground, causing him to almost disgust due to the foul-stealing odor.
As he pulled his sword back, the cult roared, opening his mouth to reveal his blackened teeth, and then kicked up with his feet wearing boots, Creed quickly avoided, while his fingers pinched the trigger of the pistol, but the shooting only hit the cult's upper arm, burning the skin with heavy wet sores, Creed doubts whether the cult could feel the pain from the wound.
The cult took out a short knife from his belt and stared at Creed hungrily despite the pain. Although his eyes had milky white cataracts, his eyesight seemed very sharp.
Beneath the clumping filth and dry blood on the man's face, Creed could see a rough tattoo, a big black hand, marking the Red Pirate.
Creed backed back again when the cultist cut him with a knife and missed the blow. Creed knew that many heretics liked to open wounds with dirty blades, and infection was the instinct of their heretic thoughts, who not only tried to harm or kill the people of the God Emperor, but also tried to pollute them with witchcraft and disease, and even corrupt them in a brief moment before death.
Without this desire to fight the enemy at close range, Creed shot the man in the chest with his pistol a few steps away, and waited until the pagan fell down, then walked over and stuffed his sword into his skull.
Faithful, weak in body, Cried thought.
That's why, despite these pagans being filled with horror and fanaticism, they are doomed to fail.
Walking aside, Creed stepped on another pale body, noting in disgust the ugly sign of chaos imprinted on its gradually cold naked body.
These miscellaneous parts are completely unworthy of living.
Even though they were still fighting, the priests in the regiment followed the battlefield, holding incense burners and pouring the water of blessing, the air was filled with the fragrance of sacred smoke, which to some extent blocked the horror, the sick stench of the corpses burning in the flames, and the worse odors brought by the traitors when they were alive.
Listening to those chants, Creed felt the light inside himself, and determined and convinced that these traitors would be defeated and destroyed no matter how terrible their actions or their heretic beliefs were.
Here, the Emperor's light will prevail.
At this time, he also changed from an adventurer to a commander, and on the broken wall, he established his own temporary command center.
There is also a main fort in the center of the fortress that is higher than the guardrail. The enemy closed the gate and fought back desperately with the machine guns and light artillery above, but Creed had already figured out a solution.
"Leave those heavy artillery, turn the guns, and let them eat their own shells!"
The huge devastating artillery began to turn under the control of the Kadian soldiers, but due to the power outage, most of the artillery could not turn, and only a few three or four can barely turn. The Kriegs were still persistent in attacking the entrances and exits that the enemy was defending, and their engineers had already blown up several holes.
The ground torn by shells was shaken, and several rounds of artillery shot down on the anxious front between the Imperial Army and the Chaos Heretics. The Krieg soldiers rushed through the rolling cyclones and launched a raid on the crazy and twisted cultists and rebels. The flames of the fire spitted over the soldiers who were trapped in the battle, and soon the entire trench turned into a sea of ​​fire.
More Kriger soldiers attacked the narrow trenches and passages filled with crazy enemies under the cover of firepower, and used bayonets and grenades to slaughter those heresies, killing a bloody path, making the heavy rain of laser beams and bullets on both sides constantly knocked down and died.
However, whether the Krieg soldiers charged or died, they were silent. Although it was not the first time they saw them, Creed was still a little creepy. He felt as if he was fighting with a group of dead people.
Shaking his head, throwing away those useless distractions, he immediately pointed to the main castle.
"Preferential removal of enemy fire points."
With the roar of heavy artillery, such close-range shooting produced a devastating result, and the enemy's firepower point was directly erased.
But at this moment, Creed heard an unusual roar and shouting to kill. He looked at the source of the sound, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw some tall red figures slowly coming out of the fortress. Their armor was covered with sharp thorns and many heads were inserted. The chain saw axe and chain saw sword in their hands were covered with flesh and blood. There were many incomplete corpses of Krieg soldiers lying around them.
"Damn it! There are Chaos Space Marines here!"
Then, the Chaos Space Marines began their counterattack.
These Red Pirates all came from a war gang called "Hand Killing Coward", and were all believers of the Blood God. They were assigned by Hong Suo to defend this place, but the Empire knew nothing about this.
Now their desire for killing has reached its limit, and the stimulants and subspace stimulation flooded their brains. Under the leadership of the leader of the War Gang, a berserker from the World-Eater, blood-red traitors and their slaves rushed to the unexpected imperial army.
Whether it was Kadian or Krieg's soldiers, they could hear the traitor Astarte's roar full of anger and the barking of dogs.
"Blood sacrifices to the blood god! The skull is dedicated to the skull throne!"
While the Chaos Space Marine launched an attack, the firepower of the besieged main fort also increased suddenly. Creed saw the bombardment of a plasma cannon piercing a Kadian Hellhound Fire Spitfire Tank through. Black smoke and flames surged out of the turret hatch and the engine compartment. The howling of the dying person faintly came from the heavy armored body. An armored soldier officer on fire jumped out of the tank and fell into the soil and struggled in pain. Then the entire body of the car exploded into a huge fireball, swallowing all the soldiers around him.
Chapter completed!