Chapter 287 Light of the Sky
When the enemy appeared behind him, Marcus saw red eyes, smelled the sweet aroma, and hissed like a snake.
In the flash of lightning, Marcus gathered his anima into a ball and hit the opponent.
The invisible impact immediately knocked the thing to the ground, and then Marcus inserted the acid capsule still tightly held in his left hand into the thing's face, and pushed them away before retreating. Open.
What followed was an unclean scream, a cry of an animal, with a dying struggle.
The smell of burnt flesh filled the hallway, accompanied by flesh splattering as acid rushed into the thing's body.
Marcus kept up his efforts, focused his anima into a bolt of lightning, and threw it at the thing's face. Then he turned around and sprinted, hugging Fanner's body and dragging him aside. Instead of pursuing, the enemy staggered away, clutching the shattered face.
Then he collapsed, shaking, with steam and blisters coming out of his head and neck.
Marcus, who had exerted too much force, fell to his knees and breathed heavily. Chandler and Malthus rushed over quickly, staring closely at the enemy's twisted corpse, and then looked at Verne.
The veteran coughed and sprayed blood onto Marcus' breastplate.
"How bad is it?"
After feeling a little better, Marcus helped Verne up.
“You can’t die yet.”
The veteran said roughly.
Although he said this, Marcus felt that the veteran's body in his arms was extremely heavy. He checked the wound and found that it was deep into the ribs and there were signs of poisoning.
So he injected all his emergency medicine into Verne.
These potions are all unique to the Inquisition, and each one is extremely precious, but Marcus doesn't care.
He just wants everyone to get out alive.
"Ahem...don't waste too much, there may be a tough battle ahead."
"We are about to succeed."
With the help of the medicine, the veteran's wound quickly stopped bleeding. Malthus came up and simply sutured his wound - Death Cult assassins are both cruel butchers and excellent surgeons. They understand the human body better than most medical practitioners. There are many nuns.
Marcus went to examine the body.
It didn't matter at first glance, he discovered that this was not the demon he imagined, but an entity, a highly mutated human being.
Another key point is that Marcus can feel the remnants of psychic power on this corpse, but this is not the chaotic and violent energy after chaos pollution, but more familiar and regular. power.
If he guessed correctly, this is just a puppet, and there is a manipulator standing behind it.
That said, they've probably been discovered by now.
So he immediately walked towards the sealed door.
"Plans have changed, leave now!"
He took out a small explosive device, clamped it to the door, then powered up and backed away.
As the four of them moved away from the door, the explosive device blasted a large, jagged hole in the metal with a sharp, concentrated flash.
"We were discovered."
Marcus said seriously, got up and rushed towards the broken entrance, changing the magazine as he went forward.
“There may be a tough battle.”
The four regrouped in the new corridor, and then quickly passed through the lightless underground - Marcus took the lead, Verne panted Jia Qi was behind him, and the other two people came from behind.
“Scanning revealed a large number of targets nearby.”
Chandler at the back of the team suddenly spoke and glanced at the auspicious device.
"Keep walking, try to avoid the enemy, we are not far from the exit."
Marcus said calmly, he put on the eyepiece again and saw the familiar target indicator swam across the display.
Through this corridor is the outlet channel of the drainage system, which leads directly to the river outside. If there is nothing wrong with his watch, Marcus believes that it should be late at night in Valedo.
Relying on his strong perception, Marcus led the team to avoid areas where enemies were concentrated and climbed out of a small drainage opening.
The four people emerged from the dirty drainage outlet and crouched among the ruins.
"They launched a general attack..."
It was raining heavily outside at this moment, but the entire eastern part of the river bank was burning, and the fire lit up the surroundings. Thick smoke rose from the ruined fortifications.
Marcus feels that his guess is correct. Those Astra Militarum are useless and it is impossible to withstand the heretic's attack. Now that they can't even defend the river bank, their destruction is imminent. between. Unless there is a miracle.
When Marcus glanced around, he saw a group of cultists heading toward them.
Well, despite trying very hard, they were caught by the enemy.
Screaming bullets and laser beams hit the ground around him, and the enemy troops quickly entered their range. Marcus cursed, fired back, and pressed his body against the edge of the river embankment.
"So..."
Verne muttered, raising his rifle to take aim.
"We're all going to die here?"
Before Marcus could reply, he heard the rumble of the heavy engine echoing.
On the riverbed about a kilometer away to the north, dust began to swirl, and he could even hear the enemies warning each other in panic.
“This is——”
A second later, the thick silhouette of the Thunder Eagle swept across the sky, rolling up more smoke and blowing them around.
At the same time, the guns mounted on the wings opened fire, tearing apart a bunch of soldiers on the river bank and river bed, and blowing away the edges of the chalk.
“The miracle is coming!”
Marcus almost roared.
What he never dreamed of happened, an Adeptus Astartes arrived!
Although he does not recognize the symbol of this order, as long as it is the savior of the empire, it is his savior, the person who is closer than his father!
Others were also shocked by the sudden appearance of the Astartes.
Soon, the Thunderhawk descended to a low level, its belly hammering the ground with heavy thrust. Then the main hatch opened with the hiss of the piston, revealing the red light flashing inside. Member cabin.
A towering giant strode forward first. He was like a silver god, holding a huge chain saw halberd in his right hand, scanning the surrounding enemies with a firm and sacred gaze.
“Destroy all the monsters!”
“Kill!”
When he raised his halberd, eleven battle brothers also filed out from behind him, holding bolt guns and various melee weapons to ruthlessly kill the heretics.
They were so efficient that within half a minute, a hundred meters around the landing point of the Thunder Eagle were turned into a sea of blood.
No body is complete.
The heretics also began to fight back, aiming their fire at the suspended Thunder Eagle.
Their laser beams hit the armor plates, making a hissing sound and causing no damage.
The re-rising Thunderhawk swayed as if drunk and was continuously hit by light fire, then turned its nose and started strafing.
This is another bloody time.
"Come on!"
Marcus shouted, wanting to join the Space Marines, but a group of heretics turned to attack them, holding them back.
The four-man team could only rely on the bunker near the drainage outlet to fight the enemy. Marcus hoped that the Space Marines would notice the fighting here and reach out to give them a hand.
However, after more than ten minutes of fierce fighting, Marcus suddenly discovered that the Space Marines were driving away from the east bank of the river embankment. This gave him a very bad premonition. Under some kind of induction, he raised his head and looked at the dark sky.
At that moment, his gaze seemed to penetrate the clouds and atmosphere, all the way to the orbit around the planet.
After that, there was a strong flash of light.
“I’ll blame you——”
The bridge of the Unbound Soul was busier than ever.
With all the calibrations in place, Lothar swept his hands outward, lifting the security protocols like an actor pulling back the curtain and stepping onto the stage.
Each weapon platform has become foolproof due to the precise guidance and command of a certain being.
Now, he is in control.
"Get ready for an all-out bombardment, 3, 2, 1——"
Lotha pressed the rune that allowed the attack.
(End of this chapter)