The fire dragons followed the Chapter Master towards Hell, using melee weapons to crush the heads of the demons that were closer, while using melta and explosive bombs to shatter the heads of the farther ones.
"Destroy them! Burn them all!"
With one hammer, he smashed a demon's head into the chest, and Tu'shan let out a roar that shook the earth as he completed his sixth kill.
Then, they encountered enemies other than demons.
Between the pillars of fire stood an altar, its sides rising high overhead. Surrounded by piles of gilded statues, there once stood a seated statue of the emperor, carved in ivory and jade, and now the upper half of
It had been shattered, and dozens of corpses were piled on top, forming a throne of slaughtered meat.
Sitting on the throne is a Chaos Space Marine with a bull's head. His animalistic head has huge upward horns, which are covered with golden decorations. His head is covered with black hair like steel needles, and his huge eyes are like blood.
He was as red as a mask, his nostrils were spewing hot air between his breaths, and his mouth that occasionally opened was full of fangs, and he was wearing a set of pieced-together Terminator armor, with many blasphemous patterns carved on the red paint.
"Ha, they are the descendants of Salamander."
The voice of this Chaos Space Marine was very penetrating, even to the point of being creepy. It reached out its hands to the side of the throne, and picked up a gem-encrusted scimitar and a carving that were inserted into the corpse.
A magic sword with an evil spell.
"Have you forgotten how your last Chapter Master died?"
Tu'shan roared low, raised his warhammer high, and directly smashed a demon that slipped by his feet into mud that stuck to the gravel.
Then he looked at the Chaos Champion, his war hammer pointed at him.
"This time we are here for revenge, and we vow to drive you bastards to extinction."
In response, the Chaos Champion stood up from his carrion throne, lightly shaking the human skin cloak behind him, and clutched two weapons in his hands.
"Heishun of Nocturne Star, I hope your hammer is stronger than your mouth."
The invitation to challenge has been sent out. Both sides said nothing and rushed towards each other. At the same time, a large number of Chaos Space Marines also rushed out from the surrounding flames and fought with the warriors of the Fire Dragon Company, but there were many people.
Before engaging the enemy, they were wiped out by the vehicle following the Fire Dragon Company.
The Fire Dragon Company did not go deep alone. The Astra Militarum was covering them. Most of them were troops from Krieg. Their thick coats and closed masks could help them withstand part of the flames and high temperatures.
They marched silently, advancing the front line in an orderly manner. Leman Russ rumbled down the burning buildings, and whether they were demons or others, they were all crushed under the tracks.
The Red Corsair Space Marines soon found themselves under siege.
"Your previous news said that the rescue team is coming."
"I said."
The commissar let out a sigh of relief. Like all of them, he was too damn tired to do anything but mutter with a gray face.
"But now there is no new information from the rear. I am not sure whether the command headquarters still exists."
Thabo Morris looked around him. Their new position was an old chapel. The entrance was blocked by piles of rubble and broken woodwork. Groups of Iron Guards sat on piles of stones, holding guns.
, some drank from nearly empty kettles, others stared blankly at the floor.
After fighting for thirty hours continuously, everyone's physical strength was pushed to the limit, and etiquette and rules had become less critical at this time.
"The enemy will attack soon."
Thabo Morris slid off his stool and said to the remaining 1,000 or so Iron Guards:
"Today is a good day for the empire to watch over me and wait. At least I chose a pretty good tomb for us."
As he spoke, he looked up and saw a large stone Aquila hanging from a broken arch, still suspended by corroded chains.
Suddenly, he heard something moving outside, so he grabbed the sword stuck on the wooden table nearby.
"Ready to fight."
The soldiers, who were still a little sluggish just now, immediately jumped up from the ground under the influence of instinct, then picked up their laser guns and returned to their respective posts.
Thabo Morris walked to one side of the window and looked out through the gap.
"This is--"
He didn't see the overwhelming enemy he imagined. Instead, he saw the light of fire.
A Chaos Space Marine stumbled out from the corner of the street. His whole body was on fire. The heretic let out a piercing scream and took off his helmet. He tried to beat the flames on his body but it had no effect. Finally, after running for more than a hundred meters, he fell with a loud bang.
Then, with a roar, three familiar but unfamiliar flying vehicles passed by in a formation, and then dropped bombs around them.
When those bombs exploded, they set off soaring flames. Even from a few hundred meters away, Thabo Morris could feel the heat wave hitting his face.
"It looks like reinforcements are coming."
The vitality was injected back into his body in an instant, and he turned around and yelled at the remaining soldiers.
"The Emperor's blessing! Reinforcements are coming! Let us teach those damn heretics a lesson!"
As he spoke, he directed people to open the door, and then the Mordians poured out of the church. At this time, the Fire Dragon Company led by Tu'shan was fighting against the Heretic Space Marines of the Red Pirates. With the help of intensive bombardment from a large number of vehicles, they defeated the enemy.
Evicted from the building.
The Fire Dragon Terminator was even more unstoppable. The melta weapons in his hands burned all the Space Marines who had turned their backs on the light of humanity. The three Flame Eagles in the sky were constantly chasing those who tried to escape. They dropped incendiary bombs and melta bombs.
Thousands of square meters of buildings were burned to the ground.
"Enter the enemy!"
Thabo Morris ordered:
"Line up and shoot!"
Although exhausted, the Mordians still moved with precise steps, forming two columns like a firing squad.
Then, the laser gun kept spitting out beams and making a hissing sound.
The red pirates who were fighting hard did not expect that the remnants of the army behind them would rush out again. They were caught off guard. Many soldiers of the Tyrant Legion were shot down from behind, and even several Chaos Space Marines were shot in the back of their power packs.
Overturned by the explosion.
At this time, Tu'shan was already fighting with the Chaos Champion. Both of them were giants, but their flexibility was far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
The Stormbringer and the cursed sword clashed with each other, and sparks flew everywhere. Monsters and Chaos Space Marines tried to come to help, but they were immediately killed by other Salamanders with bolters, or intercepted with fists and blades.
"Die, black bastard! Die!"
After being hit hard by Tu'shan on the chest, the Chaos Champion let out a series of crazy sounds. The syllables were peeled off from the twisted subspace, and some twisted dark creatures like crows appeared from the surroundings.
Tu·'shan snorted coldly. Since the other party didn't have martial ethics, there was no need for him to be naive enough to argue with him. He took a step back and directly pulled out the ancient explosive weapon "Death Flame" on his thigh - Vulkan once used it.
This exquisitely crafted weapon was later lost in Istvan and later found.
As he pulled the trigger, the "Death Flame" erupted with a huge power that was completely incompatible with his size. The raging wave of flames burned through the evil power summoned by the Chaos Champion, expelling many filth from reality.