"Those prisoners look pretty bad, but facing the fanatical Battle Sisters, their fate will probably be even worse."
With these thoughts in mind, Malakin slowed down and looked inside from the hall.
The dirty cells were full of abused people. They curled up like animals. Although there was deep fear on their faces, they all moved their bodies hard, using their empty eyes.
Staring closely at the angels who appeared.
Suddenly, Malakin felt that something was not right. These prisoners were too quiet.
"Be vigilant and prepare covering fire."
He issued orders through the communicator, and the soldiers were on alert.
A few seconds passed, and the prisoners suddenly screamed and surged forward, their heads pressed into the grid without stopping.
Malakin glanced around and saw some prisoners constantly hitting the cells with their bodies, making the iron door shake, and they didn't care even if their heads were bruised and bleeding.
Soon, the doors opened.
"Traitors hide behind prisoners."
Malakin shouted through the communicator, his tone was calm and he didn't seem surprised.
"They're all in the room, firing."
Every Lamenter heard the order, and their superhuman reactions allowed them to execute it without thinking.
However, it was not just the Lamenters who had such rapid reactions, prisoners in tattered clothes were also torn to pieces in the blink of an eye by gunfire from behind, bolters fired at the back of their spines and skulls.
Then, the remnants of the Red Pirates rushed out.
In an instant, the cell turned into a chaotic battlefield. Using complex and changeable facilities as cover, the former comrades fired desperately in an attempt to eliminate each other.
The battle was short and bloody, with the Red Corsairs and the Lamenters' warriors constantly exchanging positions, and whizzing bullets crisscrossed the cells.
Under the overwhelming numerical superiority of the Lamenters, some red pirates were forced to the wall, and explosive shells continuously hit their helmets and bodies.
The remaining prisoners also suffered, and they kept screaming in agony, and their bodies torn by the bombs fell.
In other cells, the Red Pirates relied on bunkers to push the Wailers back into the darkness. The sudden attack caused some teams to lose the accuracy of their previous firepower and disrupted their formation.
After shooting for a while, the red pirate kept retreating under the pressure of the Weeper.
After the ammunition clips were exhausted, the remaining red pirate soldiers who were forced into a desperate situation had to rush forward with melee weapons raised. In response, the Weeper also waved his sword and jump shield and rushed forward.
Malakin was also fighting on the front line. Explosive bombs scattered sparks on the bulkheads around him, but not a single bullet fell on him.
"Brothers of the Lamenter! There is no need to risk your life for the corrupt and dirty empire! Just be a human being and give us a shuttle. This ship will be yours!"
In the darkness, a hoarse voice sounded. It was obvious that the red pirates knew that continuing to fight would lead to death.
But Malakin was not moved at all.
"Traitors, I will kill you all one by one."
In the flickering light of the fire, Malakin rushed out of the darkness, shot a fallen red pirate in the head, and then reloaded his weapon.
Although the Red Pirates didn't know his last name, they had a rough idea just by looking at his cloak and the gorgeously decorated power armor on his body.
Then, a red pirate also walked out of the darkness. He was not wearing a helmet and stared at Malakin with cold eyes. His gray-white hair was spread over his shoulders.
"Captain Malakin, why bother."
The death of many comrades made the face of the red pirate squad leader become abnormally distorted. He was holding a bolter with an empty magazine in one hand, and a power sword in the other hand, the blade of which was in the darkness.
The sword was gleaming, and blood was evaporating from the sword.
"Have you forgotten the shame the Council of Terra brought upon you?"
Even in his rage, the red pirate spoke with dignity.
"In that great war, we fought side by side and shed blood together."
"Shut up!"
Malakin interrupted angrily.
"Look at what you have done. The heirs of Sanguinius will never associate with you again, and they are even more ashamed to associate with you! You are the greatest shame to the Weeper! Who do you think you are? How dare you dare me
Even Huron dare not be so arrogant in front of me, look at your depraved face and the witchcraft flowing in your veins!"
The Red Pirate Captain picked up the long sword and used the shining blade as a mirror to look at it.
"Well, you should see what's flowing out of you, Lamenter, because you'll soon be seeing it on the dungeon floor."
The two commanders stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, while the soldiers belonging to the two battle groups fought against each other in the darkness.
Suddenly, Malakin's cloak moved, and the Red Pirate Captain blinked.
When he came to his senses, the other party was already standing behind him, holding a bloody sword in his hand.
"you--"
The red pirate had a puzzled expression on his face. When he felt pain in his wrist, he looked down and found that his palm and the sword in his palm had fallen to the ground, and large streams of blood were flowing from his wrist.
The fracture spews out from...
Before he could speak, a bolter stretched out from the side and pressed against the red pirate captain's forehead, making his expression freeze.
"The next one is Huron."
With a gunshot, the red pirate's head was blasted into a rotten watermelon, and his brains and minced meat were sprayed on the wall.
Malakin waited quietly amid the smoke and the stench of death, as the final killing took place in the darkness.
In the end, only the mourners walked out of the cells one by one and met with their immediate superiors.
At the corner of the stairs, thousands of cultists poured out, trying to surround the invading wailers. However, when they saw the body of their former master on the ground, their will immediately collapsed and they fled in all directions.
as fast as.
"We can ask Thunder Eagle to come over and evacuate the soldiers. There is only one small team left here."
Malakin gave the order slightly tiredly.
"It has ended?"
The third company commander of the Lamenters asked from the side.
"It's over. News just came in. The Soshiyan Chapter Commander has wiped out all the intruders on the black ship. Now all that's left is to clean up the battlefield."
"But there is also a red pirate ship..."
Malakin shook his head and signaled the other party not to continue this topic.
"Perform your mission."
"yes."
After the third company commander left, Malakin looked down at the corpses of the red pirates on the ground. It was hard for him to imagine that Star Claw, the former guardian of the Maelstrom, would degenerate into what it is now.
At this time, what he had done in the past made him break out in a cold sweat.
If Huron's conspiracy had not been exposed and the Weepers were really tied to the chariot, would they be like this now?
Malakin shuddered at the possibility.
Fortunately, thanks to the Emperor's blessing, the battle group still had a chance to turn back when they reached the edge of the abyss.
Thinking of this, he immediately turned around and walked towards the prison door, intending to meet someone.
The Lamenters were able to gain this chance of survival after the Badab War, not only because of their enthusiasm for the Empire, but also thanks to that man.