When the enemy appeared behind him, Marcus saw red eyes, smelled the sweet aroma, and hissed like a snake.
In the flash of lightning, Marcus gathered his anima into a ball and hit the opponent.
The invisible impact immediately knocked the thing to the ground, and then Marcus inserted the acid capsule still tightly held in his left hand into the thing's face, and opened them before retreating.
Then there was an unclean scream, the cry of an animal, with a dying struggle.
The smell of burnt flesh filled the corridor, accompanied by flesh and blood splattering as strong acid rushed into the body of the thing.
Marcus continued his efforts, focused his anima into a bolt of lightning, and threw it violently at the thing's face. Then he turned and sprinted, hugging Fanner's body and dragging him aside. The enemy did not pursue him, but staggered away.
, holding tightly to that broken face.
Then he collapsed, shaking, with steam and blisters coming out of his head and neck.
Marcus, who had exerted too much force, fell to his knees and breathed heavily. Chandler and Malthus rushed over quickly, staring closely at the enemy's twisted corpse, and then looked at Verne.
The veteran coughed and sprayed blood onto Marcus' breastplate.
"How bad?"
After feeling a little better, Marcus helped Verne up.
"You can't die yet."
The veteran said roughly.
Although he said this, Marcus felt that the veteran's body in his arms was extremely heavy. He checked the wound and found that it was deep into the ribs and there were signs of poisoning.
So he injected all his emergency medicine into Verne.
These potions are all special to the Inquisition, and each one is extremely precious, but Marcus doesn't care.
He just hopes that everyone can get out alive.
"Ahem...don't be too wasteful. There may be a tough battle ahead."
"We're about to make it."
With the help of the medicine, the veteran's wound quickly stopped bleeding. Malthus came up and simply sutured his wound - Death Cult assassins are both cruel butchers and excellent surgeons. They understand the human body better than most medical doctors.
There are many nuns.
Marcus went to examine the body.
It didn't matter at first glance, he discovered that this was not the demon he imagined, but an entity, a highly mutated human being.
Another key point is that Marcus can feel the remnants of psychic power on this corpse, but this is not the chaotic and violent energy after chaos pollution, but a more familiar and regular power.
If he guessed correctly, this was just a puppet, with a manipulator standing behind it.
In other words, they have probably been discovered by now.
So he immediately walked towards the sealed door.
"Plans have changed, leave now!"
He pulled out a small explosive device, clamped it to the door, powered it up and backed away.
As the four of them moved away from the door, the explosive device blasted a large, jagged hole in the metal with a sharp, concentrated flash.
"We've been discovered."
Marcus said seriously, stood up and rushed towards the broken entrance, changing magazines as he advanced.
"There may be a tough battle."
The four of them regrouped in the new corridor, and then quickly walked through the lightless underground - Marcus took the lead, Verne panted behind him, and the other two followed behind.
"Scanning revealed a large number of targets nearby."
Chandler at the back of the team suddenly spoke and glanced at the auspicious device.
"Keep walking and try to avoid enemies. We are not far from the exit."
Marcus said calmly, he put on the eyepiece again and saw the familiar target indicator swimming across the display.
Passing through this corridor is the outlet channel of the drainage system, which leads directly to the river outside. If there is nothing wrong with his watch, Marcus believes that it should be late at night in Valedo.
Relying on his strong sense of perception, Marcus led the team to avoid the area where enemies were concentrated and climbed out of a small drainage opening.
The four people emerged from the dirty drainage outlet and crouched among the ruins.
"They launched a general attack..."
It was raining heavily outside at the moment, but the entire eastern part of the river bank was burning, and the fire illuminated the surroundings. Thick smoke rose from the destroyed fortifications.
Marcus felt that his guess was correct. Those Astra Militarum were useless and could not withstand the heretic's attack. Now that they could not even defend the river bank, their destruction was imminent.
Unless there is a miracle.
When Marcus glanced around, he saw a group of cultists heading towards them.
Well, despite their best efforts, they were caught by the enemy.
Screaming bullets and laser beams hit the ground around him, and the enemy troops quickly entered their range. Marcus cursed, fired back, and pressed his body against the edge of the river embankment.
"so……"
Verne murmured, raising his rifle and taking aim.
"We all have to die here?"
Before Marcus could reply, he heard the rumble of heavy engines.
About a kilometer to the north, on the riverbed, dust began to swirl, and he could even hear the enemies warning each other in panic.
"This is--"
A second later, the thick silhouette of the Thunder Eagle swept across the sky, rolling up more smoke and blowing it around.
At the same time, the guns mounted on the wings opened fire, tearing apart a bunch of soldiers on the river bank and river bed, and blowing away the edges of the rocks.
"A miracle has come!"
Marcus almost roared.
Something he never dreamed of happened, an Adeptus Astartes arrived!
Although he doesn't recognize the symbol of this order, as long as he is the savior of the empire, he is his savior, and he is someone closer than his father!
Others were also shocked by the sudden appearance of the Astartes.
Soon, the Thunderhawk descended to a low position, its belly hammering the ground with heavy thrust, and then the main hatch opened with the hiss of the piston, revealing the red-lit crew cabin inside.
A towering giant strode forward first. He was like a silver god, holding a huge chain saw halberd in his right hand, scanning the surrounding enemies with a firm and sacred gaze.
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"kill!"
When he raised his halberd, eleven battle brothers also filed out from behind him, holding bolt guns and various melee weapons to ruthlessly kill the heretics.
They were so efficient that within half a minute, a hundred meters around the landing point of the Thunder Eagle were turned into a sea of blood.
No body is complete.
The heretics also began to fight back, aiming their fire at the suspended Thunderhawk.
Their laser beams hit the armor plate, making a hissing noise but causing no damage.
The re-rising Thunderhawk swayed as if drunk, and was continuously hit by light fire, then turned its nose and started strafing.
This time it was a bloody storm again.
"Rush over!"
Marcus shouted, wanting to rendezvous with the Space Marines, but a group of heretics turned to attack them, holding them back.
The four-man team could only rely on the bunker near the drainage outlet to fight the enemy. Marcus hoped that the Space Marines would notice the fighting here and reach out to help them.
However, after more than ten minutes of fierce fighting, Marcus suddenly discovered that the Space Marines were driving away from the east bank of the river embankment. This gave him a very bad premonition. Under some kind of induction, he raised his head and looked at the dark sky.
At that moment, his gaze seemed to penetrate the clouds, the atmosphere, and reach the orbit around the planet.
After that, there was a strong flash of light.
"I support you——"
The bridge of the Unbound Soul is busier than ever.
All the calibration work was in place, and Lothar swept his hands outward, just like an actor opening the curtain and stepping onto the stage, lifting the safety protocol.
Each weapon platform becomes foolproof due to the precise guidance and command of a certain being.