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 hallway, accompanied by flesh splattering as acid rushed into the thing's body.
Marcus continued his efforts, focused his anima into a bolt of lightning, and threw it violently at the thing's face, then turned around and sprinted, hugging Fannar's body and dragging him aside. Instead of pursuing, the enemy staggered away, clutching the shattered face.
Then he collapsed and trembled, 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 spurted blood onto Marcus' breastplate.
"How bad?"
After feeling a little better, Marcus helped Verne up.
"Not dead yet."
the veteran said gruffly.
Although he said this, Marcus felt that the body of the veteran 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 wants everyone to make it 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 practitioners. 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.
That said, they've 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 against 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, getting up and rushing towards the broken entrance, changing magazines as he went.
"There may be a tough battle."
The four of them regrouped in the new corridor and then moved quickly through the lightless underground—Marcus taking the lead, Verne breathing heavily behind him, and the other two trailing 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 the enemies. We are not far from the exit."
Marcus said calmly as he put the eyepiece back on and saw the familiar target indicator swim 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 their strong perception, the Marcus agent team avoided the area where enemies were concentrated and crawled 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 lit up the surrounding area. Thick smoke rose from the ruined fortifications.
Marcus felt that his guess was correct. Those Astra Militarum were useless and could not withstand the heresy'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 were soon within range. Marcus cursed and fired back, clinging to the edge of the river embankment.
"so……"
Verne murmured, raising his rifle to take aim.
"Are we all going to die here?"
Before Marcus could reply, he heard the rumble of heavy engines echoing.
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 Thunderhawk swept across the sky, picking 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 chalk.
"A miracle has come!"
Marcus almost growled.
Something he never dreamed of happened, an Adeptus Astartes arrived!
Although he didn't recognize the symbol of this order, as long as he was the savior of the empire, he was his savior, the one he was closer to than his father!
Others were also shocked by the sudden appearance of the Astartes.
Soon, the Thunderhawk dropped 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 resolute and sacred eyes.
"Destroy all the monsters!"
"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 Thunder Eagle's landing point were turned into a sea of blood.
No body is complete.
The heretics also began to fight back, aiming their fire at the levitating Thunderhawk.
Their laser beams hissed as they struck the armor, 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 yelled, trying to rendezvous with the Space Marines, but a group of heretics turned on 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 give them a hand.
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 and atmosphere, all the way to the orbit around the planet.
Then, there was a powerful flash of light.
"I support you——"
The bridge of the Unbound Soul was busier than ever.
With all the calibrations in place, Lothar swept his hands outward, lifting the security protocols like an actor pulling back the curtain and stepping onto the stage.
Each weapon platform becomes foolproof due to the precise guidance and command of a certain being.
Now, he's in control.
"Get ready for all-out bombardment, 3, 2, 1—"
Lothar pressed the rune that allowed the attack.
