The way to the underground bunker is not difficult to find, just follow the monster's path of destruction back.
The convoy's advance had to be slowed as buildings collapsed and many were still burning.
They had received few attacks, and there seemed to be no demons left in the destroyed areas, only cultists, and a few stragglers at that.
Where did they go?
He remembered not too long ago, the silhouettes of monsters silhouetted against the muzzle flashes and dancing flames - abominations that took pleasure in their prey.
Now I can't see any of them.
The road to their destination was clear, and the shattered cultists trying to escape the battlefield and the raging terror encountered the convoy on the narrow road.
People screamed, argued, and tore each other to pieces.
"Clear a path!"
Yarrick ordered, aiming the heavy bomb forward.
Then, the Chimera's rapid-fire cannon began to violently bombard the thugs, while behind them, two other Chimeras moved to both sides and burned these people to death with laser fire.
This path among the ruins leads to the threshold of a charred morgue.
The chimeras roared over the corpses and crawling survivors, and Yarrick could feel the vibration and rustle of tracks against bone, and he heard crackles and screams.
The dying wretch's voice gave him a feeling of relief, an emotion that was neither anger nor victory, nor contempt nor hatred, but something he dared not voice.
The strong wind responded with laughter, and that endless laughter was the laughter that had triumphantly conquered the world.
Along the way, Yarrick killed anything he saw emerging from the wreckage.
His troops followed his example and fired into the darkness.
As we got closer to the target, more and more unarmed people appeared on the street, but Yarick opened fire on them without any scruples.
At this moment, his heart was completely numb. In his eyes, there was no distinction between men, women, old and young. There were only dead ones and those who were about to die.
Although Yarrick's troops suffered heavy losses, they still passed through a large area of death.
After arriving at his destination, he asked someone to stop at the foundation of the cathedral, climbed out of the car, and approached the huge gap.
In fact, he already guessed what he would see.
The pit is so deep that the remains of the cathedral's support columns remain in it like broken teeth.
The stairs spiraled in from nowhere and went down to the rubble-filled hall. Thousands of charred corpses lay in the rubble. They were dismembered in a way that was not only crushed, but also arranged in some regular ways.
These scenes made Yarick feel more painful, and he instinctively averted his eyes without intending to understand the meaning.
The surrounding facilities had long been destroyed, the iron door was also damaged, and thick smoke came out of the door, so Yarrick led his people down the stairs.
It was a long climb, but they were going faster than expected.
The staircase is spiral-shaped, five meters wide, and goes down from the inside of the outer wall.
The interior wall on the right is a smooth rock structure with tapestries from the past and arched doorways on each floor. building
The curve of the ladder meant that Alex could only see a short distance ahead, and driven by the singing, he gave up caution.
Singing could be heard at first coming from the lowest staircase, but soon it was no longer audible.
The song retreated much faster than he advanced.
There are some degenerates here, though.
Commoners and clerics seeking refuge took refuge here, and although they showed no hostility at first, in Yarrick's eyes these people were now corrupted.
Their faith has been replaced by their fear, and they have become apostles of the source of fear.
But as soldiers started shooting into the crowd, the people began to cry and scream.
A few began to fight back.
Most of these people's weapons are homemade and their numbers are not small, but they have no combat training.
They fell upon Yarrick and his troops, screaming and firing in panic.
Killing them is easy and brutally satisfying.
As Yarrick's pistol fired, leaving a stench of burnt flesh, the soldiers built a wall on the stairs and fired angrily with laser guns.
Although they also panic, their accuracy is much higher.
Ariho took the lead with righteous fury, rushing up and down the stairs to annihilate the fallen.
He fired unceasingly, and thrust his sword into the howling faces of the infidels, with such a slaying that he slit his throat with a force sufficient to decapitate him, and almost cut his enemy in two with one blow.
Soon, the political commissar's coat was covered in blood, and the blood on his skin made him feel good.
It tastes nice, warm and salty.
If possible, he would destroy these wretches with more violence.
They deserve a crueler retribution and must pay a greater price for their treachery.
Every dismemberment here, every blackened face, is proof of their guilt.
Yarrick does not see himself as being intoxicated with bloody joy, he sees it as the experience of justice being served.
He was the first to reach the bottom level in front of a queue of hundreds of people.
At the end of the stairs is a hall, which seems to have been a place to receive guests. For visitors, it is a huge space with a large number of famous paintings and tapestries. They can gather together and admire the emperor while waiting. Feeling humbled by the emperor's glory.
There was a wall in front that separated the antechamber from the space behind it, and the antechamber was littered with the bodies of the massacred honor guard.
Yarrick glanced at the dead man's face, then turned away.
Their expressions were one of intense fear, and then he stared straight ahead, running and firing, behind the door.
But what greeted him was a crazy scene, and the political commissar couldn't help but stand unsteadily.
One hundred and sixty-six girls had their limbs chopped off, surrounded a metal pillar covered with runes, and were sewn together. Their ears and eyes were blocked, and the only free mouth continued to sing.
At the top of the metal column, a giant purple eye stared in the direction of the cathedral.
Alex immediately realized from the huge pressure around them that these girls were probably illegal psykers.
But why are there so many psykers in Valedo?
This problem may only be known to the owner of this place, the former Archbishop, but now, they have become the source of demonic power.
If he were an ordinary person, he might have sunk here long ago.
But Yarrick's anger and faith allowed him to stay rational. Although he didn't know where to attack first, he knew the source must be in the room.
"The Emperor bless..."
Slowly, his hand touched the grenade on his waist——
