Chapter 312: The Disaster of Faith (Part 1)
Bang——————!
Amidst the roar of the building's collapse, a statue of a one-eyed nun stared at Yazdan through a broken stained glass window.
The firelight through the windows illuminated his black armor in red, blue and yellow.
The sound of explosions shook the gravel-strewn streets.
A shell exploded above his head, sending a hail of concrete shards raining down on the priest and his squad from the church.
From the windows of the superstructure, cultists with tattoos on their faces peer out, and upon spotting the Emperor's angels, they spit on them, or occasionally fire a few shots in an attempt to achieve the same effect Effect.
They have completely abandoned their reverence for the Emperor.
A roar of annoyance surged from Yazdan's throat. If he hadn't been waiting for another team to assemble opposite the ruined church, he would have rushed forward and tore these mortals alive.
But now is the battlefield, and the mission takes precedence over all else.
He looked toward the central hall through the broken door. The open space was filled with piles of rubble and corpses. Ancient flags with hundreds of years of history were burning in the ruins.
"Arrived at the eastern entrance, Brother Priest."
A report from a friendly force came from the communication channel. It was a squad of recruits from the Soul Drinkers.
The two war groups jointly launched a general attack on the First Parish where cultists and demons were entrenched. Yazdan also participated in it, and was also responsible for coordinating operations with the Soul Drinker team.
“Our team is also ready to cover.”
Another report rang in Yazdan's ears, and the priest glanced back to see the Soul Drinkers' squad of Destroyers taking aim with their heavy weapons on the rooftops across the street.
“Such a filthy invasion would occur in a territory protected by the Emperor.”
Yazdan angrily said to all his battle brothers:
“Use explosives. Bullets and blades calm His soul, glorify His will, and attack!"
"For the Emperor!"
The warriors of the Astral Knights and Soul Drinkers roared in response.
In the sky, Thunder Eagles and Storm Crows flew by at the right time, casting a rain of death, shrouding a five-kilometer-long area in fire and smoke.
The priest walked up the steps with rage and rushed through the broken doorway. The bolt pistol was in his right hand and the priest's scepter was in his left hand. The hammer head decorated with an eagle's head gave off a faint blue light around the church hall. Casting sharp shadows.
The team of Astral Knights who followed him attacked the enemy positions with bolters and automatic cannons. The explosions shook the windows and walls of the superstructure. Bodies fell from the railings of the corridor above, dragging heavy bags with them. Traces of blood fell into the rubble.
As the concrete rubble crumbled beneath his feet, the priest turned sharply to the right, heading toward the spiral staircase beside the remains of a small altar.
On the other side of the nave, the Soul Drinkers were heading toward the steps of the church catacombs.
This ancient church that has stood for thousands of years is divided into two parts, above and below ground. It is the core of the enemy's resistance in the current area. If you want the armored forces to be able to drive straight into the main city, this stronghold must be completely eradicated.
“Destroy these executioners of the false emperor!”
When Yazdan reached the bottom of the stairs, the ambushed heretics suddenly opened fire, and smoke and debris from the bullets and explosions swept towards him. .
The moment he stepped on the steps, he was surrounded by sparks from bullets. The guns hit the metal with a piercing scream, and the entire staircase trembled under his footsteps.
Behind the priest, the Astral Knights were firing back, and the entire atrium was surrounded by the roar of bolters.
The flash of crossfire split the dim space, and small explosions filled the upper corridor.
Yazdan arrived at the corridor despite the enemy's light fire, and the environment here became even darker.
With a command, he switched the sensing system to heat sensing.
Several cultists in priest robes lay lifelessly on the marble floor, their cold blood gathering into what looked like a greasy pool.
He spotted the yellow thermal outlines of the still-living enemies at the end of the corridor, their muzzles a dazzling white color, pouring bullets into the team below. The priest raised his pistol.
When his finger touched the trigger, an aiming cross suddenly jumped into his sight.
His first shot hit a heretic in the head, and blood was seen splattering on the wall from the thermal imaging.
The next two bolt rounds struck his next target in the chest, ripping open the ribcage and ribs and shredding the internal organs.
With his superhumanly sharp senses, the cultists turned on him in what seemed like slow motion, aiming their weapons at the emerging threat.
His fourth shot ripped off another enemy's shoulder, the impact sending the guy spinning and flying off the porch.
As the first bullet streaked past Yazdan, he heard more Space Marines ascending the stairs behind him.
After sending another explosive bomb into the belly of the enemy holding a heavy logging gun in the distance, Yazdan quickly glanced to his right - more cultists had gathered in the middle hall, and the opponent was obviously Plan to launch a counterattack.
Suddenly, he saw a rocket rushing towards him dragging flames, and the warhead just hit the concrete wall beside him.
When the explosion hit the priest, he had already knocked open a door next to him and relied on the wall to avoid the direct impact.
A few seconds later, he rose from the ruins of the wall as more bullets came from the other end of the corridor.
"Death to the traitors!"
He roared and charged straight at the cultists, bolter fire from his battle brothers passing him and striking in one spot. On a crude bunker made of broken furniture and wall hangings.
The priest emptied his bolt pistol at the heretics as he rushed towards the bunker, pinning them down.
When he reached the bunker, he leaped high, placed one foot on a broken cabinet, and smashed the other foot into the face of a strong mortal who was attacking him with a long knife.
The heretic's head exploded like a balloon under the impact of the plastic steel, and the headless body suddenly fell back to the ground.
The next second, the priest's scepter blocked another enemy's arm, breaking down the muscles and bones.
Then there was another strong kick that disabled the feet of a guy who was about to attack with a grenade.
Feeling something hit the power armor backpack, Yazdan immediately turned around and slammed his elbow into the face of a guy holding a sharp pickaxe. The broken teeth scattered like glass beads. , a large amount of brain tissue was spread evenly on his joints.
In just a few breaths, the narrow space behind the bunker turned into a slaughterhouse.
If anything, the combat of other Space Marines is efficient and deadly.
Then Yazdan is furious, efficient and deadly. Any blasphemy against the Emperor must be punished with the cruelest punishment in his eyes.
He is not only a preacher, but also a punisher.
But he didn’t notice that there was suddenly a sweetness in the air——
"Huh?"
When he realized that something was approaching, Yazdan instinctively stepped back.
In an instant, a heavy crab claw swung out from the shadows and hit the right side of his helmet. The serrations on the claws scraped off the paint and part of the ceramic steel on the helmet.
With one missed hit, the Slaanesh banshee immediately retreated out of Yazdan's melee range.
The angry priest immediately threw his empty pistol at the demon's face, bought a moment, and then rushed forward and kicked the opponent's knees to pieces, knocking the opponent down.
The demon struggled on the ground to resist, and the eagle emblem of the priest's scepter shone and was activated, dazzling it for a moment.
Then Yazdan raised the priest's scepter high and smashed the guy's face. The eagle wings decorated on the head of the scepter were buried deep into the enemy's head, and the corrupted flesh and blood instantly disintegrated and melted.
(End of this chapter)