In front of Dram, a troop was approaching. A troop led by a white Land Raider rushed out of the ruins. Crosses were printed on both sides of the vehicle body, and a black griffin pattern was printed on the front - —This is the symbol of the 7th Company of the White Templars.
The Land Raiders charged forward, followed by other units, including a motorcycle unit.
Standing above Rand is Galil Mars, the captain of the Seventh Company of the White Templars. His power sword is shining with the inner white light, leading the soldiers to victory.
The first time he saw the enemy's black power armor.
Galil Mars, who had served for two hundred years, couldn't help laughing:
"Look at them! These bastards are right in front! Charge! Brothers! Charge!"
Behind him, the soldiers shouted excitedly and rushed towards the enemy position.
The heretics in black power armor reacted quickly. Accurate bombs struck them, and the bombs hit the armor shell and flew everywhere.
A Land Raider, two Land Speeders, and several motorcycles, this is a force that cannot be ignored.
Drum did not take the charge head-on. He ordered the Sons of Cruelty to fall back as the Seventh Company approached, while the cultists were pushed to the front of the team.
The first person to face the White Templar soldiers was a trembling cultist holding a crude firearm in one hand and a machete in the other.
The bullet he fired hit Galil Mars' breastplate, and the crisp impact kept echoing, but the Seventh Captain of the White Templar didn't care at this time. He was completely immersed in his hatred of the heretics and his desire for the battle. In the frenzy, he let out an angry roar.
"kill!!!"
The cultists huddled together and tried to hold back the Astartes' charge, but they had never faced these powerful angels.
In an instant, chain saws and explosive bombs destroyed everything in their way.
Galil Mars jumped from the Land Raider as if he was in no man's land, his muscles and bones were shattered wherever the sword touched, and nothing seemed to be able to stop him.
But then more cultists rushed over, their bodies blocking the Space Marines' path like a wall.
Galil Mars nonchalantly led his troops into the enemy formation again. Wherever he went, heads and indescribable body fragments flew everywhere. The motorcycle formations were detoured from both sides, and the chain swords screamed angrily. , take out all the cultists trying to escape.
Galil Mars fought his way into the enemy's interior, not stopping even when the soldiers around him couldn't keep up.
Land Raiders also rushed into the enemy formation, shooting in all directions, and the sky was filled with the screams of the wounded and the war cries of giants.
Galil Mars fought too selflessly, and the power armor couldn't help but groan when he sprinted. The white light of the power sword formed an arc of light, and no one could survive this arc.
The controlled slaves rushed towards him like a sea, and he continued to slaughter them, but the enemy seemed to have unlimited lives to consume, and soon the corpses formed insurmountable high walls around him, slowing down the attack. His progress.
Durham has been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"superior!"
While the commander of the Seventh Company was held back, the Sons of Cruelty charged and quickly separated Galil Mars from his warriors.
The Space Marines from both sides quickly collided, pushing the battle to a more bloody peak.
But the bolt gun was also mixed with a deafening and terrifying roar.
They were a group of twisted and deformed freaks who decorated their armor with jagged iron spikes and publicly displayed their depravity. The skin of the dead was peeled off to decorate the blood-smeared armor plates, and their chins were grinning exaggeratedly. The mouth was locked in an open position and let out a continuous scream. There were only two deep cracks where the ears once were. The eyelids of both eyes were sewn shut and remained open, never being able to be closed.
The things in their hands are more like large musical instruments than weapons, with spiked handles and handles added. Every time they fiddle with it, they will emit deadly sonic energy that will tear the person apart and explode into broken armor and liquefied flesh. Come.
If one were to rank the renegade legions in order of depravity, the Noise Warriors would be at the top.
The first creation of the Noise Warriors dates back to the days before the Horus Heresy. After the purge of the Stingers, corruption had seeped into the heart of the 28th Expeditionary Fleet. With the tacit approval of the Primarch, Legion Apothecary Fabius Bayer studied the stinging sound-generating organ and transplanted it into the Legionnaires, giving birth to the first primitive Noise Warriors.
Later, as the original body was gradually corrupted by the stabbing sword, a concert was held within the Legion that had been corrupted by the Chaos God Slaanesh in advance. Several people in the band were suddenly controlled by demons, and also stimulated the audience to indulge in lust. In the carnival of violence and "performance", some warriors who had modified their vocal organs noticed that these instruments could produce various effects, disorienting, irritating, and even killing people.
Soon after, during the Battle of Isstvaan V, some of the Emperor's Children took to the battlefield with such weapons, becoming true Noise Warriors.
After the end of the Horus Heresy, the Noise Marines not only further transformed their bodies, but also took their deviant behavior to the next level, their new patron Slaanesh and years of bloody war having tempered their bodies To the limit of their senses, nothing can stimulate their emotions except the din of war and the screams of death. The louder the noise they make or hear, the stronger the Noise Warrior's psychological reaction will be. On the battlefield, the Noise Warrior basically He is no longer a human being, but a vessel for the sounds of pain and death.
As soon as the Noise Warriors entered the scene, they immediately killed hundreds of cultists.
But that's not important.
Blood and death only further stimulated their desire to play, pushing the sound waves to peaks continuously.
This caught the White Templar warriors off guard. A hissing noise plowed huge furrows on the ground, and then exploded upward from the black sand like a volcanic eruption. Many people's armors were instantly shaken. Got to change shape.
The noise even passed directly through their armor and bodies, leaving only a burst of steam and blood mist.
Among them, Galil Mars suffered the most concentrated attacks and was quickly wounded, but he refused to fall and died.
At this moment Drum entered the battlefield.
He ordered to stop attacking Galil and rushed forward himself.
"Um?"
Sensing danger, Galil pulled his sword out of the helmet of a Black Legion soldier and turned to block a sword that was slashing at his head.
Then, he saw the distorted face of the Sons of Cruel Commander.
