Bang——————!
Amid the roar of the building's collapse, a statue of a one-eyed nun stared at Yazdan through a shattered stained glass window.
The firelight through the windows illuminated his black armor in reds, blues, and yellows.
Explosions shook the gravel-strewn streets.
A shell exploded above his head, sending a hail of concrete shards raining down on the priest and his squad from the church.
Tattooed cultists peered out of the superstructure windows and, upon spotting the Emperor's angels, spat at them, or fired the occasional shot to achieve the same effect.
They had 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 assemble opposite the ruined church, he would have rushed forward and tore these mortals alive.
But now is the battlefield, and the mission takes precedence over all else.
He looked toward 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 Soul Drinker recruits.
The two war groups jointly launched a general attack on the First Parish where cultists and demons were entrenched. 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 the Soul Drinkers' squad of Destroyers taking aim with their heavy weapons on the rooftops 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, Thunderhawks and Stormcrows 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 and rushed through the shattered doorway with rage, the bolt pistol in his right hand, the priest's scepter in his left hand, the eagle-headed mallet emitting 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. middle.
As the concrete rubble crumbled beneath his feet, the priest turned sharply to the right, heading toward the spiral staircase beside the remains of a small altar.
On the other side of the nave, the Soul Drinkers were heading toward the steps of the church catacombs.
This ancient church, which 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 the armored forces are 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 ambushed heretics suddenly opened fire, sending a cloud of smoke and debris from bullets and explosions toward 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.
Flashes of crossfire split the dim space, and small explosions filled the upper corridors.
Arriving at the corridor under light enemy fire, Yazdan found the environment 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 gathering into what looked like a greasy pool.
He spotted the yellow thermal outlines of the still-living enemies at the end of the corridor, their muzzles a dazzling white color, pouring bullets into the team below.
The priest raised his pistol.
As his finger touched the trigger, an aiming cross suddenly jumped into his sight.
His first shot hit a heretic in the head, and the thermal imaging showed blood splattering on the wall.
The next two bolt 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 in what seemed like slow motion, aiming their weapons at the emerging threat.
His fourth shot ripped off another enemy's shoulder, the impact sending the guy spinning and flying off the porch.
As the first bullets streaked past Yazdan, he heard more Space Marines ascending the stairs behind him.
After sending another explosive round 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 rose from the rubble 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 for cover, pinning them down.
When he reached the bunker, he leaped high, placed one foot on a broken cabinet, 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 under the impact of the plastic steel, and the headless body suddenly fell back to the ground.
The next second, the priest's scepter deflected another enemy's arm, disintegrating the muscles and bones.
Then there was another kick that disabled the feet of a guy who was about to attack with a grenade.
Feeling something hit his 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. Apply it to his joints.
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. Any blasphemy against the Emperor must be punished with the cruelest punishment in his eyes.
He was 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 on the ground to resist, 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.
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