As soon as Sullivan finished speaking, the boy suddenly stood on tiptoe and reached out his hand. He was stunned for a moment and wanted to dodge, but in the end he still didn't move. He just let the other party's little hand touch his torn chin and scars.
"Sir Angel...this hurts?"
"It's okay, San Gilles will make us forget the pain."
The boy took back his hand, touched it in his pocket, and finally took out a wrinkled piece of paper, bit it open with his teeth, and took out a small dirty amber-shaped square.
"Angel, my mother often said when she was alive that it would not hurt after eating candy. This is my last piece of maltose... Can I give it to you?"
Sullivan was silent for a moment and nodded.
"Thank you."
He took the candy handed over by the boy and put it in his mouth. After chewing it for a few times, tears came from the corners of his eyes and choked:
"Sorry, I didn't have the ability to protect your family... Sorry..."
"No! Lord Angel, you saved a lot of people!"
The boy shook his head and said loudly:
"I want to be a person like you! San Gilles is also a role model for Garibaldi!"
Sullivan squeezed out a smile and touched his head.
"Your name is Garibaldi? A good name, kid, go quickly."
The boy turned around and began to run towards the boarding port. Sullivan stood up with difficulty, but the subsequent severe pain made him pounce forward.
"Company Commander!"
"I...I'm fine..."
After being helped up, Sullivan waved his hand.
"Now we have to keep the boarding platform and not let Tyron get close to the transport ship."
Turning around, he brought the remaining eleven people from the three company to the platform where he was before. At this time, Tyron's sea of ​​insects was clearly visible. Obviously, they also discovered the most convenient attack route. The last bit of flesh and blood left on the planet was attracting them. The tide of alien dirt poured into the boarding area. The leader was the still roaring executioner. There were signs of burns on their shells. When they screamed in anger, even the loading area trembled.
There are only twelve broken bright yellow figures lying in front of the sea of ​​insects.
Sullivan lost his sword and could only pull out the explosive pistol at his waist.
"Brothers, the burden on our shoulders is about to be removed, and our service to the Emperor has been completed, but at this moment we fight for hope and mercy."
"We die with glory by those whom we cherish!"
Eleven wailers sang in unison, and then the worms rushed up the steps, and behind them was something worse.
The bombs began to shoot the tide of dirty flesh and blood. When the flesh and blood collide with metal, it brought death, but their number was too small and there were too few bullets.
"Emperor, I didn't disappoint you."
Sullivan prayed to the distant throne for the last time, and when he opened fire, the explosive pistol trembled in his hand, as if it was a melancholy response.
The battle soon fell into melee battle. Even in desperate situations, the soldiers still vowed to protect their company commander. They were surrounded by a sea of ​​insects and could only fight back against the sharp claws with sharp blades and heavy punches.
Soon, one soldier died, torn into pieces by his rapid claws, and the other was pierced in his neck and finally rolled into the sea of ​​insects with the last grenade, and returned to San Gilles' wings after a violent explosion.
After Sullivan fired the photobullet, he picked up the chainsaw sword of the dead. He heard the roar of the thruster and smiled on his face. The mission had been completed and the purpose had been achieved.
"Come on! Babies!"
He slashed hard, splitting the shells, tearing away the flesh and blood, and ignoring the scars carved out of sharp claws on his armor and body.
Blood was everywhere, and soon Tyron's pus wrapped in Sullivan's ragged armor like a second layer of skin. Chitin fragments even blocked the cog teeth of the chainsaw sword, quieting its roar, but he was still waving, like a wooden stick.
Gradually, the brothers' weapons also fell silent. Their anger was extinguished by the tide of enemies. Countless swordworms surrounded him, roaring like crazy hunting dogs.
An inexplicable black anger enveloped his consciousness, making his brain boil, and an irrepressible anger roared from his lips-
Live up to the blood of San Gilles!
But suddenly, the darkness disappeared again, and there was only an endless sea of ​​insects in front of him.
Suddenly, a knife bug bit his wrist, and he no longer had another hand to shake the other person away.
call out--
A laser flashed and hit the swordworm's forehead. The limp body then slid down. Sullivan turned his head in surprise.
"Go! If you are a man, go!!!"
The militia that had previously dispersed came back, with nearly a hundred people, and the transport ships further away had begun to tremble violently, which was a sign of takeoff.
The militia led a young man holding a homemade laser gun, the one who was almost cut by Sullivan as a deserter. He yelled and shot at the swarm of insects. Others around him also used various weapons and even flying knives to attack these small insects.
"You...you..."
The man came to Sullivan and said while shooting:
"Sir, thank you for saving my wife and children. I finally understand what you mean. I cannot let my children know that his father is a coward, nor can I leave the angel who saves us and run away alone. At least when I return to the throne, I can serve you and repay your great kindness."
Sullivan blinked, and suddenly he smiled calmly. The emperor finally gave him the last kindness, and everything he had given in three consecutive times was worth it.
"Thanks..."
As the roar was heard, the brutal monsters reached the top of the platform.
The broken-armed Space Marine holding a chainsaw sword stood with the militia holding a laser gun, facing the towering monsters, the most terrifying predators in the Galaxy, and even though the shadow of the monsters enveloped them, they still did not shake their determination.
"We die with glory by those whom we cherish!"
Two different voices roared the same roar and rushed towards their glory and ending-
Behind them, the transport ship finally rushed to the only sky gap that had not been occupied by biological warships in the flames bursting from the engine. Although the gargoyles would try to harass it, with the help of the heat generated by the friction of the atmosphere, it was enough to shake off all pursuers and reach the track...
"The kind San Gilles..."
Malakin whispered in pain in the darkness, and then he felt something whispering slightly, as if it was some kind of distant ridicule.
The crying man? Look at you, standing among us in yellow, like a coward in the sea of ​​blood.
Chapter completed!