In Grimmadus' gaze, the former glorious Emperor's Saint was completely in ruins. The precious wooden benches were piled up randomly as roadblocks. They might also be used as fuel for the bonfire next to the podium in the center of the room. The bonfire reflected the nearby surroundings.
There is a statue of the emperor in armor. The eyes of this statue are already two craters, and the eyes of the characters in the murals on the wall have also been scratched out.
Many heretics hid behind various obstacles and spewed vague obscenities at the Space Marines.
Such a blasphemous sight made Grimaldus furious.
"Kill them! Burn them! Purify this temple of the Lord of Mankind!"
Grimaldus's voice grille emitted a breathtaking roar.
"No pity! No pity! No fear!"
He pulled the trigger hard, the bolt rifle spit out tongues of fire, and other warriors began to fire wildly into the Holy Codex.
As explosive bombs covered the entire interior of the temple, heretics fell to the ground one after another.
There were hundreds of enemies gathered. They were piled up everywhere in the temple. Most of them were wearing robes. They continued to fall in the crossfire, or were blown into pieces by bombs.
Even so, they still used crude weapons to fight back, but they 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 splattered with the blood of heretics, corpses were piled up and down on the dais, and the blood and mutilated bodies everywhere turned the interior of the temple into a swamp.
"What do we swear!"
Grimaldus was no longer satisfied with shooting. He jumped into the temple with a chain saw, ignoring the micro-munitions, and wantonly slashed at the screaming heretics, regardless of age or sex.
When he smashed the first chest that jumped, the chain saw rumbled as it tasted flesh and blood, splattering his robe and armor with blood.
The surrounding heretics fled hurriedly in the face of the terrifying giant, huddled together with their companions, all roaring and slapping like dogs, and most of them lost the ability to speak due to fear.
"I will never tolerate the presence of uncleanness!"
His brothers chanted in response and quickly joined in the close combat.
It was more like a one-sided massacre than a battle.
"O all-conquering Lord of Mankind, rejoice in the wild roar of this battle."
Grimaldus walked across the broken bench and walked towards the stubborn heretic, the chainsword in his hand roaring.
A heretic hiding behind the base of the Emperor's Statue opened fire on him. Grimaldus didn't care. Then he waved his hand and several heads exploded.
Finally, he uncovered those guys hiding behind the emperor's statue.
He was wearing a priest's robe, his face was covered with scars, and a blasphemous eight-pointed star hung around his neck. He was obviously the small leader of the rebels.
But at the last moment, he actually tried to obtain the emperor's blessing, which is really ridiculous and sad.
Amidst the screams of the opponent, Grimaldus lifted the opponent up.
"This is a prayer for the Emperor."
He muttered to himself, and then with a crash, he tore the heretic apart.
His whole body was covered with blood from head to toe, and he looked particularly horrifying. At this time, there was no living rebel around, and all the corpses were so mutilated that it was difficult to identify their identities.
After the thirteen giants stood quietly in the darkness for a moment, a beep sounded from the communicator.
"Brother Grimaldus, Marshal Helbrecht is summoning the members of the Brotherhood of Swords."
"Received, I will return immediately."
Helbrecht, the youngest and most passionate marshal of the Black Templars. Even as a novice, Helbrecht fought with fanaticism and courage that exceeded expectations. He once
He fought against a huge swarm of Tyranids in the Death Core Valley and defeated all enemies indomitably. Just a few decades later, Helbrecht defeated a demon prince with a combat knife.
His legendary feat led him to be admitted into the Brotherhood of Swords.
After this, he continued to rise through the ranks at a rapid pace, stepping on the corpses of the Emperor's most feared enemies every step of the way.
At the same time, he was also the introducer of Grimaldus into the Brotherhood of Swords.
After returning to the flagship of the fleet, Grimaldus simply washed away the blood stains on his armor and came to the bridge. Other members of the Brotherhood of Swords in the expeditionary force were already waiting for him here, and the man surrounded by them was
It was Field Marshal Herbrecht.
This marshal has a Dornish-like hard face, with many battle marks and carvings visible to the naked eye on his skin, and his expression of fanatical devotion makes these scars even more glorious.
At this time, he was wearing ancient armor. Under the influence of the artificial airflow, the wide cloak flew around his side. The holy objects tied by chains knocked against his armor, and the parchment made a sound when it rubbed against the plastic steel.
while whispering about his contribution.
After seeing Grimaldus, he nodded.
"Then everyone is here."
After saying that, he turned around and nodded to the technical priest on the side, who then began to operate the imaging device on the bridge.
Along with the water-like fluctuations, two blurry figures appeared in mid-air and gradually became clearer.
It is Black Templar Grand Marshal Cordel and Supreme Priest Mordred.
"Brother Helbrecht, Soshyan Alexey, Chapter Master of the Astral Knights, has been appointed by the High Lords Council as the Supreme Lord Commander of the Maelstrom Expeditionary Force. The Imperial Fist has extended an invitation to us.
I hope that the Black Templars can participate in the expedition and assist our famous brother. Since you are currently closest to the Maelstrom, your expeditionary force will become our representative and cooperate with President Soshyan Alexei.
The commanders have gathered together and set out immediately upon receiving this message to bring destruction to the heretics in the name of the Emperor and in the name of Dorne."
Everyone listened to the entire message without saying a word. When the message was over, Helbrecht turned to look at the members of the Brotherhood of Swords.
"Everyone has heard that a greater expedition and a greater victory are waiting for us! The Maelstrom, an area occupied by aliens and heretics, should have been cleared away long ago. The results and scale of this expedition will definitely go down in history.
name!"
Grimaldus was also filled with excitement after hearing this, but immediately another question came to his mind.
"Marshal, this expedition... do we need to accept the command of Brother Soshyan?"
Hearing this, Helbrecht forced a faint smile on his face.
"Of course, he is the supreme commander of the expeditionary force."
"I heard he is very young."
"I'm only slightly older than him. To be able to make so many achievements, he must have a lot of extraordinary qualities. And I've wanted to meet him for a long time... Okay, let's go and talk to each other individually.
Other soldiers informed us and quickly cleared the battlefield, and we will set off 24 hours later."
Grimaldus nodded and turned to leave, but the heavy thoughts about the expedition in his heart made him clenched his fists involuntarily.
The Great Maelstrom, the center of the galaxy, the stage where the entire empire pays attention.
The Black Templars will definitely shine brighter than all other chapters!