"Uh-huh!
! "
As if being thrown into a storm for a moment, Genlis felt the strong air tearing at his skin, and then his whole body was torn from his seat, which almost tore his chest open - although due to his reinforced work clothes That didn't happen, but his ribs were at least half broken.
The huge airflow mixed with debris threw him dozens of meters away, and finally landed on a fallen servitor.
His whole world was enveloped in a lake of mold and tinnitus and screams. It took him a long time to regain some consciousness, but then there was a heartbreaking pain, coming from his right leg.
Turning his head, he found that his leg was unnaturally deflected outwards. It was obviously fractured and most likely shattered.
"occur....."
Using his elbows to support the stinky body of the paralyzed servitor below, Genlis raised his head slightly.
The originally tidy work cabin was in a mess. Torn instruments, meditators, corpses and various building debris were scattered everywhere. It was like a huge ruin. A huge oval-shaped object tore most of the wall apart. A body crashed in, and the thing opened two doors. Scarlet warning lights shined from inside, illuminating the tall figure.
Genlis blinked, trying to moisten his dry eyeballs, and then a tall being towered in front of him.
The opponent was wearing a dark blue armor with lightning, and a huge bat-winged skeleton on the chest was looking down at him, holding a chain sword, and lifted him up while he screamed.
At this moment, only one piece of information flashed through his confused mind——
The Night Lords, said to be the most fearsome of the Space Marines, enjoy skinning people alive.
"Man, how many Space Marines do you have here."
Hearing the slightly teasing voice coming from under the opponent's helmet, Genlis was trembling and unable to say a word.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the Night Lord shook his head.
"Okay then, I can only send you on your way."
"No no no! I know!"
Genlis screamed again, clenching his hands into fists with tears streaming down his face.
"Right now, only Lord Mavia and the others are staying behind. There are about... about thirty people, usually staying in the original church area! My dear sir, I have said it all! I have said it all!"
"Ah, thank you very much. Your cooperation has given you a new life. From now on, I will reserve a position for you as a sewage tank cleaner on the bottom deck. That position is exciting. Praise the Emperor again. You are really great when you meet me. Good luck."
With that said, he put him down very gently.
Then Li Lin ignored the surprised look on the gunner's face and opened the communication channel.
"Company Commander, new information. There are about thirty Chaos Space Marines here. It is estimated that their location is in the church area of the Orbital Defense Hub, but it cannot be ruled out that they have left."
"Received. The original plan remains unchanged. Priority is given to controlling the key cabins. I will be in charge there."
"yes."
On the other side, some teams took Storm Birds directly into the interior of the orbital station.
"Team Kentka is deployed."
Sabourin walked down the ramp amid the explosion. The melta missiles launched by the Stormbirds vaporized the supporting structures of the buildings, causing these alloy structures to begin to shake. Thunders resounded and waves of dust swept through the central hub.
The air became turbid due to dust. Wearing the Terminator armor, he took a few steps forward, adjusted his visual sensors, and switched from one spectral filter to the next. The enhanced visual coordination equipment allowed him to master the battlefield to new heights.
In the dim smoke and dust, all kinds of evil and depravity can be seen.
The eight-pointed star spiked roulette symbolizing the evil god of destruction rotates on the main axis buried in blood and ashes. The limbs of the people placed on it are tied to the tip of the slowly rotating edge. It is difficult for Sablin to see that they are Some looked like servitors, others looked like mutated mortals, but the vast majority were possessed by demons and twisted beyond human form, sprouting horns and monster-like claws.
He also saw people fleeing in panic toward the entrance, including cultists, guards, and followers of the Dark Mechanicum in filthy robes.
The roar went away, and the air was already turbid.
More than just a mortal body, Sabourin glimpsed the filth lurking in the shadows.
He strode through the fleeing cultists toward the fallen tech-priests, their crude visual sensors blinking slowly. Before they had time to react, Sabourin was taking them down one by one, arm-mounted weapons. The bullets fired from the storm bolter struck the hooded cogitator of the Dark Mechanicum in the head.
At the same time, other soldiers in the company were killing people everywhere.
Suddenly, he heard the roar of demons in the darkness, their burning eyes staring at him, followed by the sound of claws scratching the ground.
Knowing they were coming, Sabourin turned and fired at the monsters, the bolts tearing the warp entities apart.
At this moment, he noticed another demon appearing behind him, turned around and fired a series of close-range shots at the incoming creature, until the thing screamed and fell backwards.
Beyond his hell compatriots, a red-skinned monster pushed away the screaming monster and pounced on Sabourin, trying to bite him with its sharp claws and sharp teeth.
With the help of the Terminator's powerful defense and strength, Sabourin directly grabbed the thing's throat, and the wild beast poured out its purgatory fury, tearing and beating with brute force in an attempt to destroy the Terminator's armor.
Sabourin pressed the muzzle of the gun against the red-skinned monster, and bullets struck into the demon's immaterial flesh one after another.
But even so, the monster still pursued him fiercely. Sabourin directly stretched out his apocalyptic claws and stabbed into the wound opened by the beast.
Puss flowed over his gauntlets as he dug his hands deep into the monster's body, tearing out its entrails until its feral nature finally gave in and it fell limp to the ground.
Kicking away the demon corpse on the ground, Sabourin drew out his plasma gun and pointed the dimly glowing barrel into the darkness and smoke.
He heard heavy footsteps.
The huge red figures squeezed through the crowd, revealing their true appearance.
The possessed warrior, the most depraved existence among the traitors, shared his genetically modified body with the terrifying demonic entity. Sabourin could even see the twisted muscles bursting out from between the armor, and more than a dozen kinds of sounds coming from his swollen throat. Cackling in different tones and killing anything as they walk, dyeing their claws red.
The leader who leads them is more burly, and his body has received the evil blessing of subspace. The original human face has long disappeared, replaced by a deformed skull with fangs, an animal nose, and a protruding sharp horn on his forehead. When stabbed away, black scars remain on the red cheeks and slender lips, and the poison of the warp escapes from the flashing eyes and mouth.
