Amid the roar of the building's collapse, a statue of a one-eyed nun stared at Yazdan through a broken stained glass window.
The firelight through the windows illuminated his black armor in red, blue and yellow.
The sound of explosions shook the gravel-strewn streets.
A shell exploded above his head, sending a hail of concrete fragments raining down on the priest and his team.
From the windows of the superstructure, cultists with tattooed faces peered out. Upon spotting the Emperor's angels, they spat at them, or occasionally fired a few shots to achieve the same effect.
They have completely abandoned their reverence for the Emperor.
An angry roar surged from Yazdan's throat. If he hadn't been waiting for another team to gather opposite the ruined church, he would have rushed forward and tore these mortals alive.
But this is a battlefield, and the mission takes precedence over everything else.
He looked towards the central hall through the broken door. The open space was filled with piles of rubble and corpses. Ancient flags with hundreds of years of history were burning in the ruins.
"Arrived at the eastern entrance, brother priest."
A report from a friendly force came through the communication channel. It was a squad of new recruits from the Soul Drinkers.
The two war groups jointly launched a general attack on the First Parish where cultists and demons were entrenched this time. Yazdan also participated in it, and was also tasked with coordinating operations with the Soul Drinker team.
"Our team is also ready to cover."
Another report rang in Yazdan's ears, and the priest glanced back to see a squad of Soul Drinkers' Destroyers taking aim with their heavy weapons on a rooftop across the street.
"Such an intrusion into a territory protected by the Emperor."
Yazdan said angrily to all the battle brothers:
"Use explosives and blades to appease His soul, glorify His will, and begin the attack!"
"For the Emperor!"
The warriors of the Astral Knights and Soul Drinkers roared in response.
In the sky, Thunder Eagles and Storm Crows flew by at the right time, casting a rain of death, shrouding a five-kilometer-long area in fire and smoke.
The priest walked up the steps with rage and rushed through the broken doorway, with the bolt pistol in his right hand and the priest's scepter in his left hand. The hammer head decorated with an eagle's head emitted a faint blue light, casting sharp shadows around the church hall.
The team of Astral Knights following him attacked the enemy positions with bolters and automatic cannons. The explosions shook the windows and walls of the superstructure. Bodies fell from the railings of the corridor above, dragging thick traces of blood into the rubble.
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As the concrete rubble crumbled beneath his feet, the priest turned sharply to the right, heading toward the spiral staircase next to the remains of a small altar.
On the other side of the nave, the Soul Drinkers were heading toward the steps of the church's catacombs.
This ancient church that has stood for thousands of years is divided into two parts, above and below ground. It is the core of the enemy's resistance in the current area. If you want the armored forces to be able to drive straight into the main city, this stronghold must be completely eradicated.
"Destroy these false emperor executioners!"
As Yazdan reached the bottom of the stairs, the heretics who had been lying in wait suddenly opened fire, and the bullets and explosions kicked up a cloud of smoke and debris that swept towards him.
The moment he stepped on the steps, he was surrounded by sparks from bullets. The guns hit the metal with a piercing scream, and the entire staircase trembled under his footsteps.
Behind the priest, the Astral Knights were firing back, and the entire atrium was surrounded by the roar of bolters.
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The flash of crossfire split the dim space, and small explosions filled the upper corridor.
Yazdan arrived at the corridor despite the enemy's light fire, and the environment here became even darker.
With a command, he switched the sensing system to heat sensing.
Several cultists in priestly robes lay lifelessly on the marble floor, their cold blood pooling into what looked like a greasy pool.
He found the yellow thermal imaging outlines of the enemies who were still alive at the end of the corridor, and their muzzles were dazzling white, pouring bullets towards the team below.
The priest raised his pistol.
When his finger touched the trigger, an aiming cross suddenly jumped into his sight.
His first shot hit a heretic in the head, and blood spattered on the wall from the thermal imaging.
The next two explosive rounds hit his next target in the chest, blowing open the ribcage and ribs and shredding the internal organs.
With his superhumanly sharp senses, the cultists turned on him as if in slow motion, aiming their weapons at the emerging threat.
His fourth shot tore off another enemy's shoulder, sending the guy spinning and flying off the porch.
As the first bullets passed Yazdan, he heard more Space Marines ascending the stairs behind him.
After sending another explosive bomb into the belly of the enemy holding a heavy logging gun in the distance, Yazdan quickly glanced to his right - more cultists had gathered in the middle hall, and the opponent was obviously planning to launch a counterattack.
Suddenly, he saw a rocket rushing towards him dragging flames, and the warhead just hit the concrete wall next to him.
When the explosion hit the priest, he had already knocked open a door next to him and relied on the wall to avoid the direct impact.
Seconds later, he stood up from the ruins of the wall as more bullets came from the other end of the corridor.
"Kill the rebels!"
He roared and charged straight at the cultists, bolter fire from his battle-brothers whipping past him and striking a crude bunker made of broken furniture and wall hangings.
The priest emptied his bolt pistol at the heretics as he rushed towards the bunker, pinning them down.
When he reached the bunker, he jumped high, stepped on a broken cabinet with one foot, and smashed the other foot into the face of a strong mortal who was attacking him with a long knife.
The heretic's head exploded like a balloon upon the impact of the plastic steel, and the headless body suddenly fell back to the ground.
The next second, the priest's scepter blocked another enemy's arm, disintegrating the muscles and bones.
Then there was another strong kick that disabled the feet of a guy who was about to attack with a grenade.
Feeling something hit the power armor backpack, Yazdan immediately turned around and slammed his elbow into the face of a guy holding a sharp pickaxe. The broken teeth were scattered like glass beads, and a large amount of brain tissue was evenly distributed.
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In just a few breaths, the narrow space behind the bunker turned into a slaughterhouse.
If anything, the combat of other Space Marines is efficient and deadly.
Then Yazdan is furious, efficient and deadly. In his eyes, any blasphemy against the Emperor must be punished with the cruelest punishment.
He is not only a preacher, but also a punisher.
But he didn't notice that there was suddenly a sweetness in the air——
"Um?"
When he realized something was approaching, Yazdan instinctively stepped back.
In an instant, a heavy crab claw swung out from the shadows and hit the right side of his helmet. The serrations on the claws scraped off the paint and part of the ceramic steel on the helmet.
Without a hit, the Slaanesh banshee immediately retreated out of Yazdan's melee range.
The angry priest immediately threw his empty pistol at the demon's face, bought a moment, and then rushed forward and kicked the opponent's knees to pieces, knocking the opponent down.
The demon struggled to resist on the ground, and the eagle emblem of the priest's scepter shone and was activated, dazzling it for a moment.
Then Yazdan raised the priest's staff high and smashed the guy's face. The eagle wings decorated on the head of the staff were buried deep into the enemy's head, and the corrupted flesh and blood instantly disintegrated and melted.