Chapter 313: The Calamity of Faith (Part 2)
“For the Prince of Darkness!!”
At this time, another group of cultists rushed up, and the priest stretched his hand to the other guy’s throat and pulled The little thing lifted its feet off the ground and crushed his windpipe.
Several explosive bombs exploded around the priest, and more angels joined in the melee.
Breaking through the crude bunker, the Space Marines attacked the heretics with monomolecular blade chainswords and combat daggers.
Surprisingly, the remaining dozen cultists did not intend to give up the fight. They roared war cries and curses and threw themselves into the melee.
The Dark God gave them the courage to face the Angel of Death.
But Yazdan will tell them that such courage is fragile.
He waved his arms vigorously and smashed the skulls of mortals with his scepter, almost splitting the bodies apart.
Then he slammed his shoulder into the three or four gathered cultists, hitting one of them in the head and pushing him against the wall, crushing the bones and enveloping him in a burst of concrete smoke.
He then used his arms to hook and break the necks of the remaining men to ensure the kill, and then threw the limp bodies to the ground.
When he turned around, he saw Ustad pulling his sword out of a cultist's chest, splattering fragments of flesh and bone onto the corridor railing.
“The upper passage has been cleared.”
After speaking on the communication channel, Yazdan approached the arch at the end of the corridor and entered the inner chamber of the cathedral.
Ustad separated the team, himself and Memphist followed the priest, and the rest waited in the corridor.
"Brother Priest, you may want this."
said the bolt pistol Ustad was holding, which he had apparently found among the pile of corpses.
The priest whispered his thanks, took a new magazine from his belt and replaced it with a bang. At the same time, he quickly glanced to the other side of the arch, searching for traces of the enemy.
A corridor leads to the north end of the cathedral. The windows on the right are all broken, and the half-open door leads to the file room on the left.
There was no sign of the enemy here, Yazdan immediately closed the scepter's stance to save energy and nodded to his comrades to move forward.
"Check and clean all rooms."
He warned his comrades.
“Beware of traps, no one knows what these dirty heretics are doing here.”
Ustad stepped forward and kicked open the nearest door, Memphist He continued to guard the corridor.
The Space Marines burst into the room, ready to fire.
Inside, everything was turned upside down.
The lighting table and low stool were all smashed, tattered manuscripts were scattered all over the floor, writing tools were piled up in a mess under the broken door of a locker, and there were black and red inks on the wall. Graffiti of profane language and symbols.
Green, yellow, purple, blue and other colors were splashed all over the walls, and the floors and ceilings became entertainment venues for carnival and indulgence.
“These damn scum.”
Looking at all this, Yazdan muttered to himself.
He had anticipated such an act of sacrilege and prepared himself for the worst, but it still shocked him to find that the documents about the Emperor's great deeds in this room were being treated in this way.
This place was originally full of order, a peaceful enclave in the Dark Galaxy, where people focused on thinking about the Emperor's teachings, his wisdom, and the teachings of war.
Now it looks like this.
His attention was attracted by a small piece of parchment, with wrinkles and signs of burns on the edges.
He hung the scepter on his belt and picked up the piece of paper, making out a partially blurred illustration at the edge, and smiled sarcastically.
"Obedience and punishment."
He read the first line above aloud.
“I swear to serve you, God-Emperor of Mankind, and I am at your disposal, because my faith is extremely firm. I swear to remain steadfast and absolutely loyal. If I violate it, I am willing to let the darkness take me away. My soul.”
The rest is unrecognizable, but Yazdan has long remembered it.
As he continued to read from memory, his voice gradually turned into a roar.
"Holy Emperor, please listen to my prayer, guide this bullet, master its truth, let it tear apart their steel and fragile armor, tear off their timid skin, and deal the heaviest blow to the enemies in your sight. Go!" He crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it to the ground, held his scepter again, activated the weapon, and the blue light filled the entire room.
"The most despicable crime has been committed, my brothers."
Pastor Nu roared:
"They have betrayed the Holy 's oath, attacking a world under the patronage of the Emperor, the holy cathedral of the Lord of Mankind, an extension of the Golden Throne, part of the great spirit of Mankind."
The heavy breathing of the soldiers echoed in the channel, and their blood boiled with passion from the priest's roar.
“It is not only our duty but also our right to punish those who have committed crimes!”
Ustad and other Space Marines responded one after another.
“Kill all these rebels!”
After inciting the killing intent of the soldiers, Yazdan continued to move on the upper floor of the church.
The next two rooms were also ransacked, and again there were no enemies left to accept punishment for their actions.
When the angels left the third room, Yazdan suddenly stopped.
He listened carefully, and his automatic sensory system seemed to detect something - grunting and scratching sounds coming from the next room.
“Interesting development.”
The priest commented.
"The heretics are trying to ambush us?"
"There is a subtle mismatch between their thoughts and actions."
When the sound of something falling to the wooden floor was heard from the next room, Usta replied with a low smile.
“Give them the cruelest death.”
Yazdan hissed.
"Memphis."
The Space Marine raised his flamethrower in confirmation, his silver-gray armor reflecting a dazzling blue halo.
After cautiously approaching, Yazdan kicked open the door and shouted:
"Destroy the heretics!"
He saw a group of cultists was crawling from his hiding place behind the overturned lectern and table, and was startled by the sudden appearance of the priest.
Ustad then threw a grenade towards the back of the room, where it bounced off the wall a few times before hitting the ground.
Yazdan took a step back when the grenade exploded. The grenade fragments suddenly filled the entire room, and thick smoke and metal fragments violently poured out from the doorway.
A moment later, Memphist stood at the door and used a flamethrower to pour white-hot promethium fuel into the copy room.
The crackling sound of the flames immediately covered up the horrified wails of the cultists in the room.
The Space Marine swung the flamethrower from side to side, spraying everything with the viscous fuel, setting the wood, parchment, and flesh in the room on fire.
Only when the surface of every object in the room was ablaze did he release the trigger, holster the weapon, and step back to let the others enter this inferno.
The priest rushed into the room surrounded by flames. He could feel the temperature of the surrounding flames, but the integrity reading on the power armor showed that the surrounding flames were still within a tolerable range.
He did not shoot those people who were screaming and dancing wildly in the fire, but watched indifferently as they were scorched by their own clothes.
They tear at hair, skin, and any burning attachments.
But it doesn’t help.
When the promethium fuel was almost exhausted, the priest found that the place where he stood was scorched black, with flickering firelight everywhere.
The bones of the heretics were piled up in a mess, with large pieces of charred meat still attached to them. The boiling bone marrow and blood were still hissing, and underneath was a large pool of burnt fat.
"The Spire has been confirmed safe, we have the city square under control."
Walking to the edge of the window, Yazdan sent a communication to Soshyan.
“It’s time to attack.”
(End of this chapter)