"Destroy them!" The same command rang out at the same time from the uninvited guests and Appius on the island formed by the entrance to the underground network.
Calvin left the guard of the Gray Knights and the Forbidden Army and strode forward. Appius in the distance stared at Calvin's figure after giving the order, and his free left hand reached towards his waist in a concealed manner.
The ancient white gauntlet pressed against the gem in the center of the ceramic belt. The originally blue lens suddenly shone after feeling the stimulation, turning into a demonic eye with evil meaning.
Calvin had begun to speed up, and the two parties who received the order immediately launched a fierce attack on the enemy who was close at hand.
These Astartes, who could barely be called the sons of Guilliman, immediately pulled the triggers of their locked bolters.
In the vision of the red helmet, the green ammunition counter was alarming crazily, and the metal warheads like heavy rain also carried explosive charges contaminated by the curse, launching bursts of fire towards the heavy shields in the hands of the Gray Knights and Imperial Guards who were gathered together. Explosion and impact.
Calvin was the target of concentrated fire, and he was happy with it.
The corrupted Astartes instinctively feared his terrifying height, and he hoped for this.
The Primarch needs to use his own tactical threats to attract more firepower, so that the Templars and Custodian Guards who stay in place can have room to display.
The horror of the demigods was fully revealed at this moment. Calvin just exerted his strength on the spot, causing his huge and heavy body to become a blur in the inhuman dynamic vision of the Astartes.
An explosion-like sound rang out from the stone slab under his feet. The Sons of Guilliman who besieged him could only see his figure clearly at first, but could only leave useless shots behind his trajectory.
Before the nearest Astartes could draw out their melee weapons, Calvin's figure had already passed through them with the light of his lightning claws.
A torrent of shots from their comrades then covered them, leaving splatters of blood on the bodies of several Sons of Guilliman.
But before any angry emotions could flash through their minds, the smooth cuts on the disintegrated body were revealed to both the shooter and the person being shot.
Death had already arrived, but they just didn't have time to notice it.
"Stop him!" As Appius roared loudly, a pale curse ray also shot out from the staff in his hand.
Calvin laughed loudly and rushed towards the high platform. A dozen Astartes along the way tried their best but could not stop him.
Their corpses were chopped like porcelain with blunt knives on the way of the original charge, and black blood spurted to both sides.
The witchcraft of Appius came into play, and the artifacts given by the evil god were inspired, and under the blessing of the power of chaos, they showed super-level power.
Countless evil and vicious voices sounded in Calvin's ears, and a pale curse reached the primarch's chest in an instant.
But this ray with the curse of aging only blocked the original body for a moment, and it could not even touch the power of the original body itself.
The purity mark on the "Original Heart" armor melted violently under the illumination of the curse, and with the support of its own psychic circuit, the armor directly erased the curse from the subspace!
"You...are you capable of this?" Calvin crashed into the square in front of the high platform like a meteorite, and his voice came out from the dust raised.
The Gray Knights and Imperial Guards a hundred meters behind them had raised their heads from the hail of bullets.
After losing the fire suppression brought by their numbers, these blades of judgment, which represented the emperor, looked at each other in tacit understanding, then divided into two directions, holding the heavy shields in their hands and launched a death attack on the traitors who were ten times their size. Charge!
The Templars ruthlessly kept the battle line moving forward, and the enemy's bullets continued to make ripples on the heavy shields with protective force fields.
Enemies in the distance were constantly reduced to ashes by thunder and lightning under their psychic laws;
Arrogant men who dared to fight at close range could not even break through the shield walls of the Templars, and could only suffer under the slashes and thrusts of the Nemesis Blade, which was fatal upon contact.
The Imperial Guards on the other side are also using their characteristics to advance step by step. In the hands of these Imperial Eagle Guards, the painting style of the battlefield is different from the coldness of the Gray Knights. It has become as rhythmic and poetic as the ancient Roman battle formations. .
The Emperor's Eagle Guards, who were cast on the foundation of fine gold, strode forward, and the distance of tens of meters stopped in an instant. They stared closely at the enemy's fighting posture and silently changed the pace of their steps.
When the distance between them and the traitors reached ten meters, they faced the traitors' muddy war cries and roars and blocked the enemy's last bullets. While leaping forward with his whole body, he threw the shield in his hand forward forcefully.
The broad and sharp power sword was withdrawn back in their right hands, and the whole person was like a charged bow and arrow in the air. The fragmented light activated by the decomposition stance was infinitely magnified in the enemy's pupils, and finally penetrated their defense path together with the battle cry of the Emperor's Guards, piercing their rotten heads!
And this was just the beginning. After landing, the Imperial Guards simply gave up the heavy swords stuck on the enemy's corpse, and turned around to avoid the enemy's shooting. At the same time, the model halberds on their backs were swung from the waist to the head at high speed by both hands!
The fallen in front of them were as sluggish as clay dolls in front of them. When the blade made of adamantine was slashed hard by inertia, their nerves cultivated for quick success could not even send a signal of resistance to the power armor!
Large pieces of corpses and ashes burned by the flames fell and scattered in front of the Templars' formation;
Pieces of blood and heads were lifted high in the air by the precise and agile raids of the Imperial Guards.
Although the number of Sons of Guilliman on the entire island obviously exceeds their external information, the shadowy building behind them has the outline of hundreds of genetic cultivation cabins.
But in this hand-to-hand encounter without much tactical depth, in the battle between hundreds of people versus twelve people, the number of people did not become the advantage of the former, but instead reflected the bravery of the latter!
"That's it? This bunch of rubbish?" Standing up from the several-meter-deep hole he made, Calvin still had time to look back at the entire battlefield.
When he raised his head and questioned Appius who was standing on the high platform, his whole body once again exerted his strength and leaped towards the enemy chieftain:
"Then...how did you have the courage to betray us?!"
boom!
Calvin seemed to be torn apart from space, appearing in front of Appius before he had time to react. The ferocious blade of the Lightning Claw, with a roar that ripped apart the air, was about to touch the chief priest's helmet.
The magic eye on Appius's waist was finally fully activated. After a burst of sharp ridicule, an ice-blue psychic barrier blocked Calvin's claws.
And this barrier only slightly delayed Calvin's attack. In the next second, this expensive disposable equipment really started to work.
Calvin and Appius heard the sound of overdrawn dice in their ears almost at the same time. After a burst of laughter that seemed to be regretful, the chief priest from the Sons of Guilliman came from Calvin's with the help of a portal. The hand barely escaped and appeared in front of the entrance to the webway a hundred meters away.
Appius, who reappeared, looked at the artifact on his waist with lingering fear, and this gift from the evil god had fulfilled its mission and turned into dust in a burst of flames.
The original body in the distance almost instantly locked on to the psychic fluctuations of the portal, but just when he was about to cross the not-so-distant distance, a communication from the orbit interrupted his action.
renew.
(End of chapter)
