The body of the dead Dark Angel fell to the ground with a dull roar. Belia stared at the deep hole in the church wall. The blade had passed through the outer rock and entered the metal bracket behind it.
"This requires a lot of strength to do, and I'm afraid it's not possible for ordinary people."
The pharmacist nodded and turned his attention to the secret room. The plasterwork and artificial bricks on the walls were not damaged, and the stone slabs that paved the way to the tall wooden altar had no flaws. Only an errant drop of blood remained.
A black spot.
"They were not killed here."
The pharmacist stood up.
"There was no sign of fighting, someone brought them here."
The pharmacist struggled to speak, gritting his teeth in anger.
"After killing them."
"Chapter Master."
Elsewhere, Belial spoke to Azrael via voice, a static chirp filling his ears as he waited for a response.
"Emperor, damn this storm."
The Grand Master of the Deathwing slammed into the wall, smashing it into ashes.
"Report."
Finally, more than ten seconds later, Azriel's voice sounded.
"We have cleared the church annex."
Beria paused, and another static roar passed through the voice link.
"Nine of our brothers lie here."
"state?"
"Killed in action, all of them."
Beria looked away from the corpse and glared at the Aquila carved on the floor, clenching his fists angrily.
"Show me the scene."
Belial activated the helmet's visual feedback and turned his head around the room, transmitting what his optical system recorded to others.
For a long time, the voice link fell into silence.
"Pharmacist, go get what you want, Beria, and return after recovering the gene seeds from the corpse."
Azriel's voice cracked amid another burst of static.
They had already set off for sixteen minutes, and the time continued to count down on the edge of the peripheral display. According to the reality of the tactical auspicious device, the enemy had begun to clash with the Dark Angel's outpost deployed in the Governor's Region.
"Let them come."
Beria roared and ordered people to install melta bombs on the beams supporting the ceiling.
The impact was directional, ensuring that the shock wave would travel along the corridor, away from where he and Mikos were.
"That's such, such filth."
While recovering the gene seeds, the pharmacist whispered:
"How is it possible to defeat our brothers? Those weaklings can barely lift a chainsword, let alone drive it into solid rock."
Beria brought the enemy's movements to the front of the helmet-mounted display, along with the passage of time. It ticked slowly and deliberately, like the difficult breathing of a dying man.
"The Emperor has mercy and may we find the answer."
Soon, the apothecary recovered the seeds, and the bodies of the fallen warriors were temporarily stored next to the pedestal under the Emperor's icon. When the battle is over, they will take the brothers' bodies back to Caliban for burial.
Beria came out of the church annex and sensitively noticed that the blade of the Silent Sword was rippling slightly.
This means there is some noise around.
Then he searched for suspicious signals around him with his eyes.
"Attention, there may be enemies."
"Beria, ignore them and return to my position. The main force will attack us in less than five minutes."
Azrael's voice sounded at the right time.
"There is a situation."
Suddenly, a red light spot flashed on Belial's display screen. The Deathwing Terminator on the side immediately adjusted the assault cannon in his hand to the firing speed. When the automatic loader loaded them, multiple gun barrels emitted
Metal roar.
"enemy!"
This word roared out from the mouth of the Deathwing Grand Master, and a large number of Chaos Space Marines were approaching from high altitudes with jet packs, and their descent speed did not slow down at all.
"Put out the heretics!"
Assault cannon and heavy bolter barrels ignited, lighting up the sky like miniature starbursts as they were fired.
The Chaos Space Marines flew directly into the missiles, and the first three died in an instant, their armor and flesh being torn apart by endless armor-piercing rounds.
When the assault cannon opened fire, Beria had already passed two-thirds of the yard. He risked a glance up at the sky and saw the red power armor of the enemy. Their breastplates were covered with images of brass and demons.
, roared at him from the darkness.
Scarlet Slayer!
Beria had had similar speculations in his mind for a long time. Only these hateful bastards would do such a thing!
A volley of shells struck the nearest Traitor Space Marine, blasting his thrusters into bursts of flame.
The enemy warrior, driven by the previous momentum, turned downwards towards Belial. The Grand Master of the Deathwing swung his sword angrily, passing through the chest of the wounded Chaos Space Marine, tearing him in half.
He continued to move, the massive weapon tearing through the body of another enemy, who crashed into the ground in front of him moments later.
Beria bit her lip, tasting the taste of her own blood, while rushing towards the coming massacre.
Suddenly, a warning rune appeared on his helmet display.
"Plasma!"
The pharmacist's warning came too late, and two plasma weapons suddenly erupted, firing two plasma blasts at the Deathwing Grand Master.
Beria stepped back and dodged one shot, but when another hit him in the thigh, he had to kneel down.
The plasma did not penetrate his Seiko power armor, but it damaged the transmission structure.
The Grand Master immediately moved on the ground when the bullet hit, and then a bolt hit his shoulder armor, ricocheted onto his helmet, and almost penetrated his eyepiece.
Atok fell, his breastplate shattered by a series of explosions, and he dropped his bolter feebly.
"For Caliban!"
Belial took off the storm shield from behind and stood up again.
Fury drove him forward as relentless bullets struck his shield. The weapons ignored the other Deathwing terminators and focused on the immediate threat of Belial, but those Deathwings had no problem with heavy bolters.
Assault cannons and plasma cannons rained down on the Crimson Slayers, making them pay a heavy price for their contempt.
In an instant, seven or eight Chaos Space Marines fell.
Atok's armor shattered like glass under the relentless attack, the dead Flesh Tearer's head spun on his body, legs and arms beaten to pulp.
Beria roared, approached the two traitors, raised his pistol, and shot the two traitors in the chest.
Their bodies bounced back, blood and entrails filling the air.
The third one blocked his way, so he knocked him aside and chopped off his head with his sword.
In front, a panicked traitor was trying to operate a plasma gun, but due to frequent shooting, it overheated and exploded, instantly tearing open the traitor's chest, shattering his sternum, and stopping his heart.
Belial walked straight forward and saw another traitor holding a plasma pistol.
The man fired, and the Grand Master lowered his shoulders to avoid the shot, and the plasma bullet burned in the air, melting the wall behind where he had just been.
"I-"
Beria fired, and before the traitor could finish speaking, his bullet penetrated the enemy's head.
"We are not interested in hearing the name of your heretic god, heretic!"