However, despite the imperial army's efforts to organize resistance, the nightmare did not end. The soldiers were horrified to find that the shadows were also attacking them. Many twisted hands snaked out from the shadows. Desperate people shot into the darkness, but they could not stop one after another. A person was dragged into the shadows, and cruel laughter burst out from the screams of the dead.
Only the fanatical traitors were not affected. Some of them wore masks or robes. They appeared furtively from everywhere. They also sang, and the death dirge greeted them.
After killing more than a dozen deserters and officers in a row, political commissar Millard forced everyone to make a final resistance in the devil's roar.
The ground began to tremble as the basilisks and Leman Russ behind him opened fire, the artillery fire blooming among the array of traitors and monsters, scores of mortals perishing in the volleys, but having little effect on the monsters.
Soon, the crazy monsters tore through the defense line. A considerable number of soldiers collapsed and began to run away, but they were quickly swallowed by the shadows. The remaining warriors roared and fought, but fell in hundreds. This was far from enough. Stop the tidal wave of enemies.
The commissar activated the power sword. He had successfully killed a monster and several mobs, but his arm holding the sword was sore and trembling. More importantly, he was now unsure whether to let the soldiers retreat, and the communication was interfered with. If they can't call for reinforcements, they will probably be annihilated if they continue to stay.
Just when the political commissar was in a dilemma, a mob wearing a white mask and holding a rusty sword quietly approached from behind and tried to pierce him.
But the next second, the roar of explosive bombs sounded, beating the man into a ball of flesh.
The political commissar's eyes widened in surprise. When he turned around and looked into the distance, a possibility would release the hope that had been suppressed in his heart.
It passed through his ears and reached his heart, making the heartbeat beat as passionately as a war drum.
The traitors and even the monsters froze, they felt the same feeling as the political commissar.
It was like a thunderbolt, a sound of bells.
Then the azure light flowed like the brilliant rays of the rising sun, so painfully bright that the commissar had to shield his eyes as the hot plasma streaked through like thunder.
He could hear war cries coming from far away, incredibly loud and deep.
As the light faded, the commissar looked into the distance with divine ecstasy.
Three Javelin speed attack boats passed through the darkness at extremely fast speeds. Two of the twin laser cannons installed on both sides were shooting wildly at the densely populated areas of monsters, while the leading one used a cyclone missile launcher to spray out a deadly torrent. .
They were so fast that they passed over everyone's heads in an instant, bringing with them thunderous explosions and strong winds.
Then came the armored queue that was running towards them. The main guns of the Sikaran battle tanks flashed, and bombs fired from both sides of the vehicle. Those seemingly terrifying monsters suddenly turned into mud under the ferocious firepower.
The surviving soldiers burst into cheers, knowing that they were saved, that the Emperor's Angel of Death had come, that the Guardians of the Imperium of Man had answered their prayers and would save them.
When Rand stopped his tracks, it was announced that the Angel of Death had officially arrived.
They countered the demon's roar with their own war cry.
"Immortal battle flag, hunting and raising the banner!"
Their swords gleamed pure in the darkness, their bolters roared with guttural fury.
"Knights of the Star Realm, crush all the armies!" (How about this battle cry from the Middle Ages)
The traitor began to scream and die, and the shadows receded, iron boots mercilessly trampled over the destroyed corpses, and the plasma light blew away the darkness.
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The Astral Knights ignored more enemies and fought their way through the battlefield, heading straight for the evil church. There, the Javelin speeders had already begun pouring firepower on the house. Their mission was to prevent the enemies from escaping.
At that moment, something impossibly large groaned and laughed.
Then the church began to move, groan, roar, and laugh.
When the columns supporting the church buckled, broken stones fell, and then a shell hit its shoulder. The deforming building shook back a few times, and the hollow door screamed.
It points towards the Javelin speeder. Flesh-colored ropes emerged from the ground, but were easily dodged.
The Astral Knights pressed forward, spitting out all kinds of heavy firepower, and the gravel continued to fall off with the attack.
The church was still deforming, melting, flowing, dripping, and now it looked like a demon, with smoke rolling out of its hands and solidifying into a barbed, cruel saw.
But it didn't have time to attack, and the continuous firepower caused the statue to stagger back.
The firepower of the Second Company was so fierce that it overwhelmed the witchcraft, plasma, melt, and various armor-piercing bullets that made it, turning it into a pile of garbage.
Then Robin led his team to seize the opportunity and rush forward. The hymn of hating the enemy came from their helmet speakers. Everyone in this team was a gray marrow user. The powerful power was ignited in the jet pack. Activate simultaneously.
As they landed on the ruins of the church, the air around them screamed horribly at them.
Robin rushed through the door that looked like a big mouth full of sharp teeth of some kind of beast, ignoring the demons crouching and trembling in the shadows, and came to the location where he sensed it.
In front of an evil altar full of flesh, there are three things standing on it. One of them is hiding in the shadows, but you can see a little smoke rising from the other's face. He doesn't know what he is doing. There is also a person crawling at his feet. A huge beast, like some kind of giant cat, with some characteristics of subspace creatures, with a lizard-like crest on its head near the neck.
The other is wearing an old-fashioned mk3 armor. It looks particularly brutal in appearance. It has a thick wedge-shaped helmet and additional front armor plates. The pale red shell is covered with tumors of various colors. He is not wearing a helmet and has a similar look. The lizard has a pale face, dark eyes, and a sharp, lipless mouth that occasionally spits out a dagger-like tongue. A deer-like horn-like structure extends from the forehead, and both hands have long and sharp bone blades. The eagle emblem on the armor was long gone, as was the regimental emblem on the right shoulder plate. Both were replaced by strange patterns he didn't know, like a fiery snake.
The third is a huge beast, the armor of the past has been fused to the muscular frame, the once coated surface and chapter symbols have been molded and blistered, the plastic steel plate armor has been transformed into a kind of living body. The metal, thickened and splintered, stretched into something more biological, with black liquid oozing from the joints.
Swarms of black flies circled around him, but at the center of the decaying storm could be seen the face of a man who looked more dead than alive, with only diseased skin and hazy yellow eyes.
This guy is holding a meteor hammer in his hand. The handle seems to be cut out of the leg bone of some monster, and the head is made from a black stone - it is so black, hungry for light.
On his other arm was a shield as tall as he was, bound by layers of human skin, different shades forged into the symbol of Nurgle's triple sphere.
Robin chuckled, twisted his neck, and turned the sword in his hand.
"I thought I would catch a thief, but I didn't expect... I poked a hole in a rat's nest, which is good."
