Behind Belial, the Deathwing guns continued to fire, desperately trying to hold the line and stop the Black Legion's attack.
The roar of lasguns and bolters crackled the air like lightning, a thunderous chatter.
After a period of fighting, the fighting spirit gradually gave way to calmness. Beria realized that the situation did not get better, but was getting worse. Most of the soldiers' ammunition had bottomed out.
"Don't fight! Keep moving!"
Belial brandished his sword with both hands, clearing a path through the ranks of the heretics.
The Silent Sword tore off the mutilated limbs from the ruined torso, rolling in the air like sickly hail, and the enemies still came in waves, trying to keep the Deathwings.
As powerful as they are, over time they are eventually pulled to the ground, drowned by the tide of flesh and blood that assails them.
The apothecary stretched out his arms, and his ceramic-wrapped limbs shattered the ribs and jaws of surrounding enemies.
Now they need to regain the initiative to keep the momentum going.
"follow me!"
Belial growled at the voice.
He bent his knees and threw himself forward into the sea of enemies, using his shoulder pads as a battering ram.
When Beria crashed into the crowd of heretics, countless bones and necks were broken, while a red status symbol flashed on his monitor——
Momentum carried him forward ten more steps, knocking down a few more attackers, then stood firm and resumed the slaughter.
"Master Belial!"
Techmarine's voice crackled in his ears.
"I found a shortcut!"
Belial didn't hear clearly and kept walking forward, his weapons blurring around him as he instinctively chopped off limbs.
The blood hummed in his veins and his heart roared like a choirmaster propelling him through death.
Already overwhelmed by the din of battle, Belial eviscerated one enemy and ripped out the belly of another, crushing a man beneath his boots and crushing a cultist's skull in a split second.
Thick gore splattered his armor, blood pooled around his legs, a forest of corpses stacked at his waist, entrails sliding from their armor like crimson sleet.
"Master Belial! On the right! There is a passage on the right!"
Belial remained oblivious to the Techmarine's call, his attention focused on the Chaos Space Marine trying to attack him with a pair of crackling warhammers.
Now surrounded by enemy warriors, besieged on all sides with no room for maneuver, he then blocked his attacker's swing with his Silent Sword, the weapons clashing against each other in a haze of fiery energy fields.
Belial felt his feet slide back under the force of the blow. The ground beneath his feet was slick, muddy with blood and the weight of the Space Marine's feet.
He growled, pushing his knees down to steady himself as the beast continued to advance on him, swinging the weapon again.
Beria pressed into its defense and smashed his head into its chin, followed by a sickening sound of bone shattering.
Then the Deathwing Grand Master reversed the attack, driving his forehead down onto his attacker's face, the blow shattering the heretic's face and causing him to cry out in agony as shards of metal embedded in its skin.
It lowered its weapon and tried to reach out and pluck the fragments from the flesh.
"Die!"
Beria drove an uppercut into his enemy's chest, and when he wrapped his fingers around his heart, it convulsed violently and blood poured from the shattered mouth.
The Deathwing mentor squeezed his hand, grinning as the heart exploded in his grasp.
He released his grip and decapitated another Brotherhood before the beast fell to the ground.
At this point, Belial's retina display flashed a persistent warning sign as his armor sensed the incoming blast.
"Heretic! Come on!"
He grabbed the head of the nearest Black Legion heretic, and the giant traitor let out a muffled scream, his helmet buckling and twisting beneath his massive hands.
Belial's helmet's audio damper activated to protect his heart before a staccato explosion erupted around him.
"I am His weapon! He is my shield!"
When the enemy threw grenades at him, Beria screamed prayers through gritted teeth, clawed at the opponent's head, and then threw the dirt and deformed corpse into the air like sparks from a firecracker.
Then the fire washed over him, burning the long strings of parchment on his armor.
The heat liquefied the ground beneath his feet, and his armored body sank further into the slushy earth.
Biometric data scrolled across his retina display, the force of the blast straining some of his joints, but his armor held firm.
Then a pair of faded identification tags informed him that three more Deathwing Terminators had fallen.
"Rest in peace, brothers."
After the battle, the Chapter collects their remaining armor and brings it to the Cathedral of Remembrance, where they are mourned.
Ahead he saw the pharmacist.
The Apothecary was dying, and a burly Crimson Slayer stood over the fallen Dark Angel, his murderous intent clear.
Belial roared, throwing his sword onto the Chaos Space Marine's back.
The heretic roared and dived forward under the impact of the impact.
"Stand up and kill him!"
The Chaos Space Marine turned his back to the Apothecary and reached for the sword on his back. The Apothecary used the last of his strength to thrust the sword upward and pierce the opponent's neck.
The enemy's body shuddered, then died, and the Apothecary caught the body before it fell, pulling it over to use as a shield against the two Chaos Space Marines who immediately opened fire on him.
He drew the dead warrior's bolter and felled his attacker with a well-aimed shot.
"Move! I'll cover you!"
Belial drew his sword and helped the apothecary back to his feet.
Only then did he pay attention to the fact that the technical sergeant had been calling him.
"Master Belial! Here!"
The technical sergeant stood in front of an open blast door, unaware of the attacker as he summoned Beria.
By the time he realized that a Chaos Space Marine was behind him, it was too late. When the opponent's power sword was about to split his head, the servo harness behind the technical sergeant flashed violently, and the servo arm automatically reversed its direction to block it. After a moment, the servo arm, whose cable was cut off, hung down feebly.
In the nick of time, the Techmarine turned to face his enemy, spinning forward and tearing the Blood Gear from his enemy's shoulders and from his ribcage.
This gave him a breather.
"Go here!"
Beria raised his sword and took on the responsibility of the rearguard, while the body he had planned to take away could only be put down temporarily.
The Deathwings crossed the bloody battlefield and quickly entered the passage opened by the Techmarine.
