"For the Emperor!"
While Farzad defeated the enemy champion, the warriors of the Third Company followed closely behind, firing freely at the enemy group, pursuing the surviving Black Legionnaires and forcing the enemy to retreat.
"Kill them!"
Farzad, still unfinished, roared, hung the champion's head on his waist, and then started his second charge.
"Kill them all!"
They charged forward, leaving the humble mortals passed over in the carnage.
Soon, the scene of the battle between the White Templar and the Black Legion appeared in front of them. Zagsin the Destroyer, who was slashing and killing with a magic knife, stood out among the crowd.
Farzad ran hard, cutting his way through the flying debris, piercing the armor shell with a power ax filled with lightning, breaking the soft flesh inside and rushing to the next target.
An officer wearing the uniform of the local garrison of Paidu was unlucky enough to be hit by Farzad. His face turned pale with fear, and he even tried to pull out a pistol and put it to his forehead.
But Farzad grabbed the pistol, swung it to the side, then grabbed the officer by the throat and lifted him off the ground.
The man's veins were distended and his hands clawed frantically at the Space Marine's gauntlets.
For a moment, Farzad might have asked why, why these people they were trying to save would choose to betray.
But he didn't. So many Space Marines were dead that there was no need to ask.
"This is--"
Farzad gritted his teeth and said:
"What will happen to you!"
He simply broke the man's neck, then threw the body down and crushed the skull with his foot.
Then he raised his battle ax high, tilted his head back and roared again.
"Kill all the traitors!!!"
But suddenly, another voice echoed his roar——
"Follow me, warriors."
A Sikaran battle tank stopped next to Farzad, and then a giant wearing a Terminator jumped down from it, a sword burning with hot flames clenched in his gauntlet.
Chapter Master of the Astral Knights, Soshyan Alexey, appears on the battlefield.
At this time, Chaos Lord Zagshin also noticed the powerful force coming from the flank. He was about to tear through the White Temple's defense line, and then swung his sword and pointed in the direction where Soshyan appeared.
"Stop them!!! Stop those Astral Knights!"
At the Chaos Lord's command, the previously retreating Black Legion Terminator squads regrouped and gathered in greater numbers - over fifty.
At the same time, more than a hundred Noise Warriors and at least fifty Black Legionnaires from other warbands rushed towards the Astral Knight.
In an instant, both sides fired weapons at the same time. Explosive bombs flew across the battlefield, and the Terminators were also overwhelmed by such firepower.
But these elite warriors respond with efficient slaughter, striding through storms of bolts and bullets, absorbing the punishment in their heavy armor, and then doubling it back upon the Astral Knights.
Then, when the vehicle compartments that arrived later were opened one by one, the Terminator formation of the Astral Knights also appeared on the battlefield. The silver-gray cavalry Terminators formed a wall of steel and walked slowly but firmly towards the enemy's front line. Go, the power weapon in your hand flashes with lightning, and the compound bolter roars.
"Traitor, your opponent is me!"
First Company Commander Maximilian walked in the center of the queue, and a low roar like rolling thunder came from the armor loudspeaker.
Various similar bullets and cannonballs exploded around him, some of which were reversed by the deflection field, creating harmless explosions on the surrounding ground and air, and some of which added carvings to his armor. marks and scorch marks.
"Come to me, Astral Knight!"
Not far away, Sosh raised his voice like thunder, and his voice echoed with dark anger.
"Kill the enemy quickly!"
Mark started running, weaving through the hurricane of shrapnel, closing in on the enemy.
There are thousands of armed mortals on the battlefield, but they are no match for the Terminators.
Mark approached the first enemy - a monster in Tactical Dreadnaught armor who was firing a barrage of autocannons, blasting anything in his way into powder.
Mark first fired a stream of bolts that flew into the enemy's neck guard and staggered him, then the Captain swooped in, swinging his power sword and trying to tear open the enemy's torso.
However, the opponent's Terminator blocked the sword with an automatic cannon, and then swung a power punch to knock Mark back.
Then, the Black Legion's terminator aimed its automatic cannon at Mark, preparing to end this disparity in the contest.
But the barrel did not roar, and the Black Legion Terminator flew five meters away in a burst of silver light and hit the ground, making a harsh sound of metal tearing.
While Mark was getting close, he attached a plasma grenade to the opponent.
But this is still not as good as Soshyan's killing.
The Chapter Master of the Astral Knights breaks through the Terminator defenses like an avalanche, ignoring the ammunition aimed at him and charging into the enemy ranks.
Anyone who stood in front of him would be knocked away. Soshyan held the Holy Flame in both hands and swung it like a war hammer, severing the neck and splitting the armor.
Soon, blood and arcs of electricity were flying around him.
"For the Emperor! Kill all these traitors!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs, summoning more warriors to roar in response.
It has been a long time since Soshiyan fought so comfortably. Since he became a commander, most of the time he has been commanding and dispatching from the rear. Being on the front line suddenly became a distant thing for him.
Therefore, he was extra focused on the battle in front of him.
The sheer momentum of his charge forced the Black Legionnaires back, firing wildly to avoid destruction on the edge of the fire.
Mark led several veterans from the company to follow Soshyan's pace and move forward with him. They ran hard, activating the close blade while firing at the waist, forming a gray shadow in the fragmented roar. Then slash and tear.
After the first company commander knocked down an enemy, he immediately thrust his sword between his helmet and neck guard.
One of the veterans beside him slices off the enemy's arm with a shining power ax, another uses a storm shield to block the power punch of an enemy terminator, and another cuts off the enemy's legs from below.
They worked together to knock down all the enemies in front of them, like a whirlpool of blades.
But the enemy threat has not receded yet. Two-thirds of the enemy troops are still intact and are fighting hard to stop the Astral Knights.
Soshyan fought his way into the enemy siege, paying little attention to his defeated generals.
They were an afterimage, a mass of armor and muscle sacrificed to his sword.
He had sensed the real enemy and nothing else mattered, so he kept moving, cutting through the black walls.
What Soshiyan hates most are the followers of Slaanesh. They only deserve to be treated with contempt. At least the followers of the Blood God are still good opponents and are upright, while the hands of the followers of Tzeentch are full of obvious witchcraft.
Slaanesh has always been... nothing.
There is only visible depravity.
Looking at the noise warriors howling at him, Soshyan's disgust became even more intense.
Their cries sounded only harsh to his ears.
