Standing on the roof of the Chimera command vehicle, Bahram watched as the protest turned into a march and then into something bigger and crazier.
"Captain Mihir."
He asked the Astra Militarum captain in the church through the communicator:
"How's the situation inside?"
No one answered.
The team led by Mihir is the only regular army in the entire refugee camp. There are about fifty people. They only protect the only building in the refugee camp, that is, the church, which is also the main place used by managers to appease the crowd.
Due to the impact of the crowd, Bahram was temporarily unable to go there. He originally planned to explain to the people in person.
But a fire disrupted all his plans.
The refugee camp lacked broadcasting equipment, so he was helpless for a while.
Bahram could only watch the flow of the crowd from outside. The militiamen once again established a blockade to isolate the crowd that was gradually getting out of control.
Troop carriers were also involved, keeping people separated.
But the crowds still grew, and rumors of fires and purges frightened the people, who longed for the comfort of their faith.
The people's songs of praise began as a jumbled mixture, but are now slowly coalescing into a chorus.
Bahram frowned, he didn't like the singing, it was closer to a weepy frenzy and it made him uneasy.
He felt as if he were standing on the shore of a sea of believers, and the song was like an inhuman chant.
Militiamen and guardsmen moved restlessly along the lines, staring at the singing crowd and adjusting their weapons.
Fortunately they have not yet been incited to join in.
"Captain Mihir!"
He shouted again, this time with an answer.
"grown ups--"
His voice sounded a little sluggish.
"Sorry, I……"
He spoke as if each word was a great effort, something else gripping his attention.
"Tell me what happened in there."
A brief silence, then.
"Sir...I don't know what to say...they are coming..."
"What? Who?"
Bahram felt something was wrong.
"He is... sir..."
"Order your men immediately."
The captain's signal suddenly went out, so Bahram switched to a public channel.
"All garrison troops nearby, respond immediately!"
He deployed some guards to disperse the crowd, but they were overwhelmed by the sea of people, and some even left the queue.
Bahram felt a little itchy in his stamina, and there seemed to be something else in the air, some kind of power that was about to move——
Psionics.
A word suddenly popped into his mind.
So he immediately gave the order.
"Close the roads immediately, block them! No one is allowed to move any further! Curfew! Issue a curfew order!"
He thought for a while and then ordered the guards on the road to enforce martial law.
"My lord, how should we deal with non-cooperators?"
The singing became more and more intense, and people began to run around in the streets. Some people loudly promoted the Emperor, some people wildly praised the dark gods, and some people were crying and accusing the Empire of its ruthlessness.
People pushed forward, trying to squeeze past the soldiers blocking their way.
"Fire!"
Bahram repeated his order for all the troops to hear.
"If there is any resistance, fire immediately!"
She was not surprised at the order, she even felt a certain satisfaction. Rannoch has disrupted order on Sedeva II, and she must punish those who follow him.
Suddenly, the people stopped, singing and pulling their hair and clothes. Looking neatly at the towering church.
Alarm bells started ringing inside Bahram, and he realized something was about to happen.
"Everyone—"
He planned to keep trying to control the situation, but it was already too late.
It's too late -
With a blinding flash, a bolt of thunder passed over the roof of the church.
When the lightning dissipated, a group of giants in silver armor appeared above, looking down at the crowd below indifferently, holding bolt guns tightly in their hands.
"Gray Knights, how did they-"
Bahram stared at this incredible scene with wide eyes, while many people below were already kneeling on the ground to worship these emperor's angels.
Then they opened fire, and the effect was as if the fuse had lit the entire barrel of dynamite.
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At the blockade of Fortress No. 7, on the tenth hour after Soshyan led the team to leave, the Black Legion, carrying a large number of servants and demons, suddenly launched a large-scale attack from three directions at the same time.
What they need to face is the White Templars, Dark Angels and Imperial Guards who are waiting for them.
The battle was fierce from the beginning, and the orbital bombardment formed the first roar on the battlefield, but the Black Legion continued to attack like crazy regardless of casualties.
The first thing to bear the brunt is the first line of defense maintained by the mortal troops.
"15° to the left, shoot!"
The laser cannons on the position burst out with energy, marking their position like a torch.
Lascannons, autocannons, and heavy bolters thundered across the landscape, but the overdosed cultists and daemons were undeterred by the incineration of countless others, only motivated by the coming battle. Run faster.
Huge numbers of drooling, gasping thugs ran forward, sending up huge plumes of smoke and filling the air with stench and thunderous noise.
On the position, the Cadian 22nd Regiment calmly looked at the size of the troops rushing towards them, mainly consisting of unimaginably large numbers of small demons, and in the center of this cluster were several standing demon engines, burning The flaming beast-shaped head roared into the air, driving the surrounding demons forward.
When the first wave of high-speed demons entered the shooting range, countless artillery fire erupted from the position, and lasers and explosive bombs formed a continuous barrage.
Due to the difficulty of replenishing personnel, the Imperial Guard recruited some "temporary workers" from the local area, mainly responsible for carrying ammunition and logistics.
Karen is such a person. He used to be just a shoemaker, but he became a strong man two months ago.
Now he was pressed against the autocannon, shaking from the recoil.
The artillery shells arced over the positions and harvested the enemy, but the enemy also responded with artillery fire, hitting the positions and spreading avalanches of debris on the ground.
Karen instinctively ducked back, holding her head with her hands, grumbling inaudibly amid the noise.
The gunner operating the automatic gun turned to him and shouted to him to hurry up and move the ammunition, but he ignored them completely and just shook his head violently and shouted loudly.
The Cadian soldier saw the tears in his eyes, then shook his head in disgust and turned back to the gun emplacement where dust and debris settled.
Karen heard one of the gunners taunting him.
"Coward! Coward! You have disgraced your relatives! You have disgraced the Emperor! Are all the people on the Death Star cowards?"
