"This... this is unacceptable, what on earth is it..."
Bamon's eyes were completely glued to the tragic scene on the screen. He couldn't even care about the gate of the temple that had been breached at this time - the gate that tens of thousands of Skitarii had never set foot on, and now it had been destroyed by the unknown
Occupied by the Black Sun Battle Flag, due to the enemies inside, the defenders did not have enough firepower to threaten these main attacking forces. Their overweight tanks drove directly to close range and blasted various firepower points, and then the infantry poured out from the armored vehicles.
Moreover, they also used a huge land war fortress, just like a land ship (used to be built by an iron-handed foreign student, who later went to study elsewhere and left behind). This kind of thing can be completely dealt with by their existing weapons.
No, we can only let the other party drive to the door.
But these are not enough to shock the bishop so much. After all, what is more shocking than a giant in armor slaughtering the pure-blood angels with the highest combat power in the order like slaughtering animals?
"My lord?"
The flag-protecting acolyte on the side asked cautiously, but Bamon did not answer his subordinate.
Instead, he left the screen. He had seen enough. Wave after wave of pure bloods and mixed bloods were slaughtered by the enemy like melons and vegetables.
Once such an enemy appears, there will be no suspense in the war.
Moreover, he has already run out of soldiers who can be sent to the killing fields, and there are no reinforcements to call. There are fighting everywhere...
"My lord."
The Acolyte tugs ill-advisedly at the sleeve of Bamon's cloak to attract his attention.
"It's time for you to go. We have to go into the tunnel and take you to a safe place. This place can fall, but we can-"
"No!"
Bamon knocked off the clawed hand.
"There will be no retreat, no retreat. It's... over. The Order will pay the price for the wrong choice."
"But my Lord, if you stay, the believers will not be able to defend you. There are very few troops left, no time, no reinforcements..."
"So what if we leave? Where do you think we can retreat to if we lose the Red Temple? Once this place falls, the entire defense line will completely collapse. The enemies will rush in and kill us all. We can retreat underground.
Is it? The underground passages were even blown up by ourselves, out of fear of those metal monsters... We also said that we retreated into the desert full of radiation, and then let the slave soldiers on mechanical war horses chase us and massacre us.
We have no choice. If we lose this place, we will lose everything."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a bang, and the door of the hall was knocked open. Both arms were cut off, leaving only the one-armed deformed master. His huge body fell backwards to the ground, and a long weapon was deeply inserted into his body.
In its mutated head, a majestic figure then strode in, and behind him lay the corpses of aberrant bodies that had been cut in half or decapitated. These gatekeepers did not hold on for long, and some of the terminators in the company were still releasing firepower.
, some followed their commander in.
Seeing the enemy, the flag-guarding acolyte quickly drew his pistol.
Bamon was very calm. He just issued a mental command at the moment when the opponent was about to pull out the weapon inserted into the head of the aberration master.
In an instant, the two "statues" above the door frame disappeared from their original places.
At the same time, two ghostly figures have appeared on the left and right sides of Soshiyang, holding the two swords in an —
This is the bishop's final trump card, his personal guardian.
A protector with a persevering will and inhuman patience can change from a gloomy stand to a blurry afterimage in the blink of an eye. This sudden fatal burst is like a Licat jumping out of the shadows, beheading him in the flash of lightning. The target, the guardian's double swords shone with an uneasy cold light in the mist and silence, eager to taste the splashing blood, even faster than the reaction speed of purebred gene stealers, their martial arts can even be compared with the Eldar , whether in war or negotiation, the Cult Protectors faithfully perform their duties as bodyguards.
The greatest characteristic and ability of the protectors is that they will not leak a single breath or even exude a trace of hostility before taking action.
The scepter behind the protector is a complex nerve disruptor, carefully crafted by the leader. The unstable energy waves it emits can break down the enemy's mental barriers.
But the mental interference from the protector's staff had no effect. Then Fentian, who moved faster than them, passed by with the brain of the deformed master. A protector tried to dodge but it was too late. The moment Fentian passed by, Chunks of cooked meat fell off his bones.
Before the other one swung the sharp blade, his head was grabbed by the opponent's big hand and hit hard on the ground. Its only counterattack was to use the scorpion tail to scratch a shallow mark on the opponent's arm armor - the double sword is not the only way to protect the law. weapons, and a strangely shaped poisonous tail hidden under their robes.
The two guardians could be said to have been killed in an instant. The flag-protecting acolyte was so shocked that he could not close his mouth. Bamon seemed to have expected such a result. After sighing softly, he asked:
"who are you?"
"Astartes, your destroyer."
Soshyan answered the bishop loudly and kicked the body of the protector on the ground.
"You still have such a warrior, who is a little more powerful than I thought."
Bamon did not respond to this, but only forced out a cold smile.
"Astartes... don't think you have a guaranteed victory. The existence of the Order is rooted in the cruel oppression of the mechanical slave owners. As long as such oppression exists, the Order will never die!"
"Ha, if you kill the clan leader, you will also perish."
When he heard the other party mentioning the clan leader, Bamon's expression suddenly changed. He didn't expect that the other party understood their structure so well.
Then we must not let it live!
The bishop raised his exquisite star scepter. A pulse of psychic energy accumulated from the crystal inlaid on the tip of the scepter and was about to burst out. This was his last resistance, detonating the weapon of destruction buried underground. This was What they found from the mechanical slave owner's secret arsenal was marked as the highest level of danger. Its power may be extremely terrifying, and it was buried under his feet.
All it takes is a psychic command...
"What..."
However, the psychic spark on his scepter was extinguished in the blink of an eye and did not emit at all.
When he raised his head, the other party's shadow had already enveloped him. The body of the flag-protecting acolyte, which had been chopped in half, was twitching on the ground. He didn't even know when it happened...
Less than an hour later from the beginning to the end, the bishop's body was hung on the outer wall of the temple. The defenders in the Red Temple sensed the death of the bishop for the first time. This mental tear caused them to completely collapse and soon
It was quickly destroyed by the combined efforts of the Space Marines and Auxiliary Army.
After occupying the Red Temple, Soshyan immediately ordered to cut off the energy supply, and then the army swept all the way to key nodes in the enemy's occupied area. In less than nine hours, the Black Limb Order's defenders entrenched in Cui Fank City were completely defeated.
There are only a few sporadic small groups left carrying out desperate guerrilla operations in the ruins of the city, but the Adeptus Mechanicus has completely sealed off the area until the last alien is eliminated.
Just when Cui Fanke's battle was quickly ending, the two companies sent by the White Templar to the Slag Mountains encountered an unexpected situation——