"This is the Emperor's temple."
A battle monk looked at the ruins and dilapidated buildings and said this
"It was."
Grimaldus replied grimly.
"But now it will only be a tomb, a tomb for heretics."
Afterwards, he ordered three battle brothers to throw smoke grenades.
When thick smoke filled the parapet, the fallen defenders immediately realized what had happened and began to scream at the top of their lungs.
This world fell into never-ending riots after encountering a brief warp storm ten years ago. Some residents suffered from starvation and were eventually defeated by the collapse of their living environment. Others were bewitched by the hidden darkness and listened to rumors about survival and prosperity. of fallacies.
Ultimately, they die, they suffer, they betray.
The Black Temple will give the world the final salvation and judgment.
"go ahead!"
Using the cover of thick smoke, the Black Templars' battle company quickly crossed the seemingly unreachable wall. When they reached the flat ground behind the wall, Grimaldus's finger was on the trigger. He and his bolt rifle Always ready.
In a matter of seconds, he analyzed the enemy's fire gaps and forward thrust routes, an instinctive result of years of bloody fighting.
Under the fear of death, the rebels fired aimlessly, and the firepower composed of automatic guns and laser guns swept through the surroundings.
Although Grimaldus's power armor was hit multiple times, it remained unscathed. After moving a hundred meters quickly, he hid in the corner of the broken wall, aimed at an approaching enemy, and decisively pulled the trigger.
Visibility was low through the smoke and the figure seemed lost, screaming and waving its arms.
But this was not a problem for Grimaldus. He could clearly see that the other party was wearing orange boiler overalls, like a miner or a factory slave, carrying a bulky respirator, and holding a simple automatic pistol in his hand.
The next second, the hiss of large-caliber ammunition punching into flesh was heard, followed by the explosion of explosive warheads exploding.
The bomb tore the man's body apart in an instant. He was even surprised to find himself falling on the ruins. He almost didn't realize that he was under attack. He didn't even see clearly at the moment of his death. What kills you.
At the moment when he passed the fallen body, Grimaldus looked down at the traitor he had killed. Its face was covered with a pair of wide welding goggles. Under the dirt, there seemed to be something extremely sinister and abnormal. The presence.
Heretics, no matter how similar they may be to men, are ugly and unclean.
"Move inside, quick!"
After the members of the combat company used short bursts to deal with the enemies who fired rashly, they gathered on the broken stairs leading to the building. Thick smoke once again enveloped the environment below, but gunshots and screams were everywhere, and it was obvious that enemies were everywhere.
"Brothers, what is our motto!"
During the battle, Grimaldoscon recited High Gothic passionately.
"No pity! No pity! No fear!"
The Black Templars' passion for battle and the Emperor made their charge unstoppable. Grimaldus ran and fired. The first shot knocked away an arm wielding a metal club, and the second hit a charging man. Nearby enemies.
Suddenly, two weapon wielders howled and attacked from the darkness. Grimaldus smashed the head of one of them with his backhand, then reached out to grab the other's head and pulled it out of the body along with the spine. He pulled it out and threw it to the ground, spilling a blood stain.
Then he drew out the chain sword on his waist, and the shots in his hand continued to break the necks of one enemy after another, and then used the chain saw to cut off a human head, half of the chest and arms.
"What are we thinking about?"
"Our thoughts are pure for the Empire!"
The Battle Company was soon swept into the building like a whirlwind, and the heretics opened fire on the Emperor's Angels of Death, proving that they were indeed the enemies of Mankind.
Grimaldus knew why they fought, and what drove them, allowing madness to take complete control of their minds, so much so that they dared to fight head-on with the invincible and powerful angels.
The evil forces of Chaos are the eternal enemies of mankind. As long as these nightmare-like powers still exist, the Black Templar's crusade will continue forever.
Until death!
Even though they have reached a desperate situation, even though the explosive bombs continue to tear holes in their bodies, the remaining enemies are still hiding around and relying on bunkers to fight back.
Grimaldus fired at the retreating enemies and pursued them. In the process, he occasionally caught a glimpse of the dilapidated scene in the temple - the gilded walls were eroded by wind and sand, and the past glory became filthy and dim.
"Where are we going!"
"To death, to war!"
"What are we?"
"We are her champions, we are her pawns!"
Most Black Templar warriors prefer close combat. They use bullets to force the enemy out of the bunker and into a blind corner, and then raise their combat knives and chainswords to reap their heads.
During this process, Grimaldos once turned over the fallen heretic to see clearly the appearance of the dead. Its arms and shoulders were shattered by the bomb, leaving only half of its body, wrapped in a windproof scarf. head, unable to see its expression clearly.
Suddenly, there was a clicking and rumbling sound in the temple. Grimaldus recognized that it was an automatic cannon firing, and he dodged directly, avoiding the line of fire of the rapid-fire shells.
The next second a grenade flew out, blowing up the automatic cannon and the gunner behind it.
Grimaldus stepped forward again and pulled away the scarf on the dead heretic's head. He saw that the face hidden inside was penetrated by a scar, which divided the face into two parts.
Such precise wounds cannot be left on the battlefield - they are caused by themselves. One of the characteristics of Chaos that makes people crazy is the irrational self-mutilation behavior.
The crack extended all the way to the lower jaw, and the tongue protruding from the mouth was also branched from the tip, like some kind of reptile. The nose was completely cut off, and only the remaining nasal bones and the nasal passages blocked by hyperplastic tissue could be seen.
"Hate heretics!"
Grimaldus gave orders over the communication channel.
"Gather them together and slaughter them like cattle!"
He then threw the Heretic's body back to the ground and realized that all the enemy corpses had such facial scars.
This is probably the saddest end that a human being can imagine.
In the fanatical attack of the Black Templar warriors, the enemies on the periphery were quickly and completely defeated. The warriors immediately ran towards the break in the temple wall, where the huge sandstone building materials were exposed.
Grimaldus walked against the wall, scanning the room and preparing to fire.
The dark areas in the vision gradually faded, and the enhanced superhuman vision penetrated the darkness. Colorful angels were painted on the walls and domes of the temple, and they accompanied the sunlight. The followers of the state religion below looked up at the sky, carrying war relics, and recited prayers to the emperor devoutly.
But now, these exquisite drawings have been replaced by filth and bullet marks. A huge wooden chandelier hangs crookedly from the top, ancient candles burned out in it, and the skulls of many martyred loyalists hang above it.
