"Blood sacrifices to the blood god!"
"fuck your mother!"
Creed dodged the attack, and at the same time took the opportunity to step forward and chopped the traitor's helmet with the sword in his hand, but it did not pierce, but instead made him stagger back.
Jalan Kyle turned around and shot at the thing behind the back, but the other party was unmoved and seemed to be eyeing Creed.
Perhaps the eagle emblem on his coat was too conspicuous.
At this time, two more terrorist warriors broke through the fire line, and the soldiers had to hurry to deal with it. A brief gap appeared around Creed, which forced him to retreat while resisting the attack of terrorist space warriors.
Suddenly, he stepped on something and fell to the ground with a slippery foot.
The Berserker picked up his axe and slashed at Creed. He rolled away and avoided the slightest axe hit the marble slab, and the broken pieces of stone slabs splashed everywhere.
Creed saw the opportunity and swung a sword, trying to cut off the traitor's left ankle, but it didn't work, and his sword only cut halfway.
The terror warrior roared in pain, immediately allowing the indescribable noise to echo in the air.
The noise was so real and so penetrating that Creed penetrated Carlmith's heart and he knelt down in pain, as if something was stabbing his brain, as if it was about to explode.
The terror warrior raised his axe again, and Jalan Kyle rushed over, but was slapped by the other party.
"traitor!"
A cold voice came from the sky with a scream, and then a yellow thigh knee hit the face of the terror warrior. This blow directly caused the terror believer to fall heavily to the ground, and his whole face sank.
As soon as Malakin, wearing a huge jump bag, landed on the traitor's chest, he said:
"May you be redeemed in hell for all you have done."
He said, while pushing the bloody sword in his hand straight through the traitor's throat, and then stroked it, allowing the tragic man to offer his ugly skull to his god.
Cried, who escaped from death, sat on the ground and gasped, turned his head and saw many warriors wearing yellow armor falling from the sky with their jump bags to defeat the crazy terror believers. With their support, the soldiers of Kadian were finally able to break free from the crazy melee battle and attack the traitors with firepower.
The logos on these warriors, Cried said that they knew each other, and they obviously carried the traces of the great blood angel, but they were strangers to their yellow armor.
And the one who saved himself, when the other party bent down and reached out to him, Creed noticed that he was not wearing a helmet, his face gave people a holy beauty like a marble sculpture, with a little scar left by fighting on his cheeks, and his golden hair looked like a hero in some epics in church murals.
"No... very grateful, sir."
The other party nodded with a smile, looking very gentle, and then turned around and took a big step towards the battlefield.
At that moment, Creed truly realized what contrast is.
The warrior who was gentle as the spring breeze the next second became the most violent Avenger.
He rushed into the battlefield at the speed of strong winds as if a calm volcano suddenly erupted.
The traitors waved their chainsaw axes and attacked him from the side at the same time.
The bright yellow warrior did not allow any axes and swords to collide with him. Then he poked the long sword in front of the traitor's throat, quickly cut open the traitor's power armor, and then pushed forward with one stimulus, directly causing the traitor's head to the ground.
The leader of the terror warrior planned to attack from behind, but the warrior quickly adjusted his posture and left the traitor with no chance. His eyes were now darkened by deep anger. He quickly launched a series of attacks on the traitor. The attacks driven by anger were so fast that Creed's eyes could no longer be captured.
The two sides' confrontation for several seconds caused a large spark to sprinkle under their feet. Finally, the long sword cut through the traitor's breastplate, and the sharp blade cut the traitor's bones and muscles, then his arms, and finally his throat.
The howling that kept resounding through the air turned into a suffocating whimper, he coughed up blood, and then turned into a stream.
"Blood......"
He trembled his chin and said vague words, but as he was about to die, the red mist that enveloped his brain began to dissipate, and the ticking implant seemed to give up scratching him.
He was suddenly confused.
He didn't understand this world, he didn't know this battle, but why did the blood of so many battles happen to him, it seemed that all the years in his life were like the red stains he left in countless burning worlds, with no meaning.
He wondered how he got here and what happened to the rest of the team members.
He remembered his name, Solidas, the sergeant of the 27th Assault Company of the World-Devouring World-
But now...
All his vows.
All of his life.
Everything was like a fragile white paper, randomly torn and ravaged by the gods, and threw it into the ruthless vastness of the Milky Way.
Suddenly, at the last moment of death, the Butcher's Nail whipped his brain as if self-destructive, and shaking at the base of his skull, and all doubts came back.
who is he?
Where is his brother?
These questions were gnawing on him, but in the end they turned into a vague Gothic sentence.
"...The Blood God doesn't care whose blood is..."
Malakin sighed and slashed his head with one knife.
"Ouch."
Jalan Kyle limped to Creed and looked at the yellow giants.
"I thought it was the Empire's Fist, but it turned out to be the cryer."
Creed turned his head.
"You still know this?"
Jalan Kyle pulled out a wrinkled combat manual from behind her butt.
"I knew you didn't read it. Didn't the Military Affairs Department issue this when I came to the Great Vortex? It contains the logo identification of each participating Space Marines team."
Creed opened it and saw that the sign was indeed a wailer, so he stuffed the booklet back into Jalan Kyle's arms.
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Creed looked to the battlefield, and the support of the wailers was very fast and powerful. The army had crossed the preparatory line and the heresy could no longer stop it.
His lungs were filled with burning smells, and the war machine completely destroyed large areas of the nest. Perhaps those who betray the emperor and the empire voluntarily or involuntarily will think about the problems in front of him and understand what the "cost" is.
Not only here, in every residential area of ​​Satusha, thousands of people died, thousands were covered with hot ruins, burned into ashes by burning progesters, bombed into pieces of minced meat by shells, and blood flowed into rivers on the streets.
Those who were lucky enough to choose to surrender were concentrated, fired with machine guns and burned.
The command center on the track has sent new instructions, no longer need to be captured. The world will be recolonized in the future, and everything will start over. All they have to do is to let every weed pass through the fire, every stone is broken by a sharp blade, and every traitor should die.
Creed changed to a Chimera and commanded his troops to advance quickly, blood flowing out of the destroyed buildings, and the wailers had already left the Cadian soldiers to fight alone.
Angels are ruthless, they are the embodiment of death, and for them those who live in simple houses choose to betray the emperor, which is the judgment that the traitors deserve - no right or wrong, no difficulties, no mercy.
However, even so, the Cadians were not the first to rush to the wall of the middle nest as the generals expected, because this honor was stolen by another army, and it was called-
Katachang Second Regiment!
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"…Tomorrow is the Emperor's Ascension Festival, so it's time to take a break occasionally."
Just as Soshiyan was dealing with the information gathered from all sides in his personal office, a gentle voice suddenly rang, almost making him mistakenly think that Veronica was coming.
However, looking up, what I saw was Villets walking slowly from the open door.
"Uh, it's Villets..."
A smile appeared on Soshiyang's face. The other party was wearing a bit "weird" today.
Although she was still dressed as a nun, her shape was even more "thin". She wore a black veil on her head, her golden hair tied together, and her delicate face should have been light makeup. Under her elegant neck was a tall and roundness, tightly wrapped by a piece of white clothing. Perhaps it was too tight. Soshiyang keenly found that there seemed to be nothing in it, and she rippled slightly as she walked...
Further down, it seemed as if the mountain fell into a trough. The black nun's suit followed by its flat belly and then expanded to the left and right, demonstrating the graceful curves unique to human women. The long hem continued to rub with the round legs wrapped in white silk slings as Villets moved, revealing some white and greasy skin from time to time. Soshiyang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes...
The split is a bit too high, and it is almost at the crotch. Fortunately, Villets' walking gait is very elegant and does not look very charming, but instead has a unique dignified charm.
And for some reason, Soshiyang always feels familiar, as if...
Then he remembered.
Veronica seems to have worn something similar, but the effects of the two are completely different...
Villetz is holding some food in his hands, and she is also responsible for these tasks on behalf of Veronica during this period.
"You are almost always busy on the battlefield and command center during these times, and you are not missing these few hours."
When the other party came to him, Soshiyang smelled a unique scent of mixed incense and a faint orchid.
"Thanks."
To be continued...