Although the enemy's response was quick, the smart Cadians had anticipated that the enemy would resist inside the fortress, so they brought the Chimeras up, including the Cerberus, whose liquid flames quickly ignited the fire. Those heretics and heavy guns.
The parapets were littered with smoking, twitching mutant corpses. Without the advantage of high ground, the enemy was now suffering heavy losses and the tide had been reversed.
As the banner of the Cadian Eighth was hoisted on the parapet, around Creed his brothers were engaged in fierce battle against cultists and mutants showing signs of corruption, as well as large numbers of enemies on the outer walls and deeper Run between the low barricades and engage in hand-to-hand combat with Cadia's soldiers.
The very existence of these heretics is an insult to the Emperor, and to all Imperial warriors.
As a cultist charged at him, Creed murmured a prayer and shielded himself, knocking the cultist's sword aside and stabbing him with his command sword, a blow with a ferocity driven by confidence.
Unfortunately, the command sword missed the cultist's heart and got stuck on his shoulder. It was a powerful but not fatal blow. The cultist was covered in scabs and flies. The guy was wearing dirty overalls. Wearing simple protective gear, it was hard to imagine that this was an enemy that could make the Cadian people pay such a price.
Creed became furious at the thought of Cadian's elite being killed by such a bastard gun. As the command sword passed through the rough material and penetrated flesh, the foul-smelling yellow liquid seeped out, staining the surrounding ground and making him nearly gag from the stench.
As he drew his sword and stepped back, the cultist snarled, opened his mouth to reveal his blackened teeth, and kicked up with his booted foot. Creed ducked quickly, his finger on the trigger of the pistol, but the shot It only rubbed against the cultist's upper arm, burning the skin with wet sores. Creed doubted whether the cultist could feel the pain from the wound.
The cultist took out a short knife from his belt and stared at Creed hungrily despite the pain. Although his eyes were covered with milky white cataracts, his vision seemed to be very sharp.
Beneath the caked filth and dried blood on the man's face, Creed could see a crude tattoo of a large black hand, the mark of the Red Pirate.
Creed stepped back again as the cultist slashed at him with the knife, missing the blow. Creed knew that many heretics like to use dirty blades to open wounds. Infection is the instinct of their heretical minds. They not only try to mutilate or kill The God-Emperor's people also sought to contaminate them with sorcery and disease, even corrupting them in the brief moments before death.
Creed had no such desire to engage his enemy at close quarters, but shot the man in the chest with his pistol from a few paces away, waited until the heretic fell, then walked over and thrust the sword into his skull .
Weak in faith, weak in body, Creed thought.
This is why, despite all their terror and fanaticism, these pagans are doomed.
Stepping aside, Creed stepped on another pale body, noting with distaste the ugly Marks of Chaos imprinted on its cooling naked flesh.
These bastards don't deserve to live at all.
Even as they were still fighting, the priests of the regiment followed them into the battlefield. They held incense burners and poured out blessed water. The air was filled with the aroma of sacred smoke. The smoke of incense blocked the flames to some extent. The horrific, sickly stench of burning corpses, and the even worse smell of those traitors while they were still alive.
Listening to those chants, Creed felt a light within himself, certain and sure that these traitors, no matter how horrific their actions or their heretical beliefs, would be defeated and destroyed.
Here, the Emperor's light will prevail.
At this time, he changed from an adventurer to a commander again. He established his own temporary headquarters on the incomplete protective wall.
There was also a main fortress in the center of the fortress that was higher than the protective wall. The enemy closed the gate and used the machine guns and light artillery on it to fight back desperately, but Creed had already thought of a way.
"Leave those heavy artillery pieces, turn their muzzles, and let them eat their own shells!"
The huge destructive artillery began to turn under the control of the Cadian soldiers, but due to the power outage, most of the artillery could not turn. Only three or four could barely turn, while the Kriegs still persisted in launching attacks on the entrances and exits guarded by the enemy. , their engineers have also blown several holes.
The ground was torn apart by artillery shells and shook. Several rounds of artillery fell on the anxious front line between the Imperial Army and the Chaos Heretics. The Krieg soldiers rushed through the rolling cyclone and launched an assault on the crazy and twisted cultists and rebels. The flames of the flamethrowers swept across the fighting soldiers, and soon the entire trench was a sea of flames.
More Krieg soldiers invaded the small trenches and passages filled with crazy enemies under the cover of fire. They used bayonets and frag grenades to slaughter the heretics and fight their way out. The heavy rain of laser beams and bullets caused soldiers on both sides to be continuously hit. Fall, die.
However, whether the Krieg soldiers were charging or dying, they were silent. Although it was not the first time he saw it, Creed was still a little creepy. He felt as if he was fighting with a group of dead people.
Shaking his head and throwing away those useless thoughts, he immediately pointed to the main castle.
"Prioritize destroying those enemy firepower points."
Accompanied by the roar of heavy artillery, shooting at such a close range produced devastating results, and the enemy's firepower was completely wiped out.
But at this moment, Creed heard an unusual roar and a cry of death. He looked towards the source of the sound, and the child shrank suddenly.
I saw some tall red figures slowly walking out from the main fortress. Their armors were covered with spikes and had many heads inserted into them. The chain axes and chain swords in their hands were covered with flesh and blood. There were people lying around them. The mutilated bodies of many Krieg soldiers.
"Damn it! There are Chaos Space Marines here!"
The Chaos Space Marines then began their counterattack.
These red pirates all come from a war gang called the "Blade Cowards" and are all believers of the Blood God. They were assigned by Honso to defend this place, but the empire knew nothing about it.
Now, their desire for killing has reached its limit, and stimulants and subspace stimulation are flooding in their brains. Under the leadership of the leader of the warband, a berserker from the World Eaters, the blood-red traitors and Their slaves pounced on the unsuspecting Imperial troops.
Both Cadian and Krieg soldiers could hear the angry roars and barking war cries of the traitor Astartes.
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"
At the same time that the Chaos Space Marines launched their attack, the firepower of the besieged main fortress also suddenly increased. Creed saw with his own eyes that the bombardment of a plasma cannon penetrated a Cadian Cerberus fire-breathing tank, and thick black smoke With flames pouring out from the turret hatch and engine compartment, the howls of the dying could be heard faintly from the heavy armored car body. An armored officer whose whole body was on fire jumped out of the tank and landed in the mud struggling in pain. Then the entire vehicle The body exploded into a huge fireball, engulfing all the surrounding soldiers.
The explosion shook the entire earth.
