The dragons followed the Chapter Master as they advanced towards Hell, shattering the heads of the closer daemons with melee weapons and shattering those further away with melta and bolt bombs.
"Destroy them! Burn them all!"
With a hammer, he smashed a demon's head into the chest, and Tu'shan let out a roar that shook the earth as he completed his sixth kill.
Then they encountered enemies other than demons.
Between the pillars of fire stood an altar, its sides rising high above the head. Surrounded by piles of gilded statues, what was once a seated statue of the emperor carved from ivory and jade, now has its upper half shattered and dozens of corpses piled on top, forming a maze of slaughtered flesh. Stacked thrones.
Sitting on the throne is a Chaos Space Marine with a bull's head. His animalistic head has huge upward horns, which are covered with golden decorations. His head is covered with black hair like steel needles, and his huge eyes are like blood. His face was as red as his face, his nostrils were spewing hot air between his breaths, and his mouth that occasionally opened was full of fangs, and he was wearing a set of patchwork Terminator armor, with many blasphemous patterns carved on the red paint.
"Ha, they are the black grandchildren of Salamander."
The voice of this Chaos Space Marine was so penetrating that it even reached the point of being creepy. It reached out its hands to the side of the throne and picked up a gem-encrusted scimitar and a carving that were inserted into the corpse. A magic sword with an evil spell.
"Have you forgotten how your last Chapter Master died?"
Tu'shan roared, raised his warhammer high, and directly smashed a demon that slipped by his feet into mud that stuck to the gravel.
Then he looked at the Chaos Champion, his war hammer pointed at him.
"This time we are here for revenge, and we vow to drive you bastards to extinction."
In response, the Chaos Champion rose from his throne of carrion, shaking the human skin cloak behind him slightly, holding two weapons in his hands.
"Heishun of Nocturne Star, I hope your hammer is stronger than your mouth."
The invitation to challenge has been sent out. Both sides said nothing and rushed towards each other. At the same time, a large number of Chaos Space Marines also rushed out from the surrounding flames and fought with the warriors of the Fire Dragon Company. However, there were many people. Before engaging the enemy, they were wiped out by the vehicle following the Fire Dragon Company.
The Fire Dragon Company is not alone in going deep. The Astra Militarum is covering them. Most of them are troops from Krieg. Their thick coats and closed masks can help them withstand part of the flames and high temperatures.
They marched silently, advancing the front in an orderly manner. Leman Russ rumbled down the burning buildings, and everything, whether they were demons or others, was crushed under the tracks.
The Red Corsairs' Space Marines soon found themselves under siege.
"Your previous news said that the rescue team is coming."
"I said."
The Commissar let out a sigh, like all of them, he was too damn tired to do anything but grunt with a gray face.
"But now there is no new information from the rear, and I'm not sure if the command still exists."
Thabo Morris looked around him. Their new position was an old chapel. The entrance was blocked by piles of rubble and broken woodwork. Groups of Iron Guards sat on the piles of stones, holding guns. , some drank from nearly empty kettles, others stared blankly at the floor.
After fighting for thirty hours continuously, everyone's physical strength was pushed to the limit, and etiquette and rules had become less critical at this time.
"The enemy will attack soon."
Thabo Morris slid off his stool and said to the remaining thousand or so Iron Guards:
"Today is a good day for the Empire to keep an eye on me and wait. At least I chose a decent tomb for us."
As he spoke, he looked up and saw a large stone aquila hanging from a broken arch, still suspended by corroded chains.
Suddenly, he heard something moving outside, so he grabbed the sword stuck on the wooden table nearby.
"Ready to fight."
The soldiers, who were still a little sluggish just now, immediately jumped up from the ground under the influence of instinct, then picked up their laser guns and returned to their respective posts.
Thabo Morris walked to one of the windows and looked out through the gap.
"This is--"
He didn't see the overwhelming enemy he imagined. Instead, he saw the light of fire.
A Chaos Space Marine stumbled out from the corner of the street. His whole body was on fire. The heretic let out a piercing scream and took off his helmet. He tried to beat the flames on his body but it had no effect. Finally, after running for more than a hundred meters, he fell with a bang.
Then, with a roar, three familiar but unfamiliar flying vehicles passed by in a formation, and then dropped bombs around them.
When the bombs exploded, they set off soaring flames. Even from a few hundred meters away, Thabo Morris could feel the heat hitting his face.
"It looks like reinforcements are coming."
Vitality was injected back into his body in an instant, and he turned around and yelled at the remaining soldiers.
"The Emperor's blessing! Reinforcements are coming! Let us teach those damn heretics a lesson!"
As he spoke, he directed people to open the door, and then the Mordians poured out of the church. At this time, the Fire Dragon Company led by Tu'shan was fighting against the Heretic Space Marines of the Red Pirates. With the help of intensive bombardment from a large number of vehicles, they defeated the enemy. Kicked out of the building.
The Fire Dragon Terminator is even more unstoppable. The melta weapons in his hands incinerate all the Space Marines who have turned their backs on the light of humanity. The three Flame Eagles in the sky are constantly chasing those who try to escape. They drop incendiary bombs and melta bombs. Thousands of square meters of buildings were burned to the ground.
"Enter the enemy!"
Thabo Morris ordered:
"Line up and shoot!"
Although exhausted, the Mordians continued to move with precise steps, forming two columns like a firing squad.
Then, the laser gun kept spitting out beams and making a hissing sound.
The red pirates who were fighting hard did not expect that the remnants of the army behind them would rush out again. They were caught off guard. Many soldiers of the Tyrant Legion were shot down from behind, and even several Chaos Space Marines were shot in the back of their power packs. Overturned by the explosion.
At this time, Tu'shan was already fighting with the Chaos Champion. Both of them were giants, but their flexibility was far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
The Stormbringer and the cursed sword clashed with each other, and sparks flew everywhere. Monsters and Chaos Space Marines tried to come to help, but they were immediately killed by other Salamanders with bolters, or intercepted with fists and blades.
"Die, black bastard! Die!"
After being hit hard by Tu'shan on the chest, the Chaos Champion let out a series of crazy sounds. The syllables were peeled off from the twisted subspace, and some twisted dark creatures like crows appeared from the surroundings.
Tu·'shan snorted coldly. Since the other party didn't have martial ethics, there was no need for him to be naive enough to argue with him. He took a step back and directly pulled out the ancient explosive weapon "Death Flame" on his thigh - Vulkan once used it. This exquisitely crafted weapon was later lost in Istvan and later found.
As he pulled the trigger, the "Death Flame" erupted with huge power that was completely incompatible with his size. The raging wave of flames burned through the evil power summoned by the Chaos Champion, expelling many filth from reality.
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(End of chapter)
