Chapter 315 The Trouble of Behemoths
The abominations retreat without warning, and their intentions cannot be discerned.
Yarric's troops achieved results, but so did the demons and heretics, and the Astra Militarum suffered considerable casualties.
Then the demons disappeared from the battlefield, or rather they disappeared in the direction of the cathedral.
Yarrick realized clearly that this was definitely not a retreat, but a precursor to an attack.
Those abominations rent the air with their hideous songs, and he could sense a catastrophe, something dark about to be satisfied.
But he couldn't continue thinking about it.
The demons are too fast, and the Chimera at full power may be able to barely catch up and break through the waves of the cultists, but this means leaving the infantry behind.
Yarrick did not want to distract himself from a possible trap.
The demons abandoned their human slaves.
The cultists were running, but much slower than the demons. Yarrick felt deep hatred and contempt as he looked at these poor treacherous people.
In the cultists' frenzied hymns, he heard elements he had never discovered before.
The songs were not as unfamiliar as he had first thought, and contained some familiar fragments of hymns, which made him even angrier when he recognized them.
Do these creatures still believe they serve the God-Emperor?
No.
Alex made up his mind.
They can no longer think.
“Kill the traitors!”
The political commissar shouted:
“Burn them!”
His orders were unnecessary, as the soldiers were hard at work chasing down the fleeing cultists, harvesting them with laser guns and flamethrowers.
But hatred needs to be expressed more fully.
These creatures turned their backs on the Emperor's light, a crime unthinkable to the faith of the Ecclesiarchy, yet they were all guilty of it.
They have tarnished the honor of this world.
So he would make a pyre of their bones.
"Artillery."
Yarrick began to call the command center in the rear and gave the coordinates of a memorial 1,000 yards ahead.
Armored troops and infantry continued to fire, slaughtering the cultists and crushing the corpses with the Chimera's tracks.
Soon, the sky was filled with screams.
The streets exploded, shells rained down, and heavily damaged towers tilted toward each other.
Thanks to the basilisk's efforts, a hill of rubble blocked the way forward, and choking dust rushed back along the street.
The cultists gathered together and stopped.
They were confused, they didn't know where to run.
Some screamed, others sang, and many turned to attack Yaric's army.
Then they all died.
The Chimera sank into a deeper pool of blood, and Yarrick was glad for that.
“Political commissar.”
The correspondent shouted from below.
"What's going on?"
"I'm receiving a signal from a location in the bombardment area. Someone is accessing the communications device there. They claim they are loyal to the Emperor."
Alex's heart was filled with contempt.
They just claimed, but did not prove their loyalty with their actions.
The bombardment continues and he will seal off this area and kill every traitor, even if possible.
This war, stained with the blood of civilians, is gradually making Yarick's once young and fiery heart become as cold as iron, which he himself did not even realize.
"Tell them that they can't go anywhere and either kill every traitor they see and die, or die under our fire."
The way forward is punishment.
He will not shy away from the consequences of his orders, he will embrace them.
“Are they still transmitting?”
“Yes, Commissar.”
“Redirect their signals to me.”
After a while, a panicked plea came from Alek's earphones. They begged, they wept, they prayed to the God-Emperor.
Yarrick turned a deaf ear and continued to fire heavy bolters at the cultists, his lips trembling in disgust, occasionally noticing the sounds in his earphones.
Then the men screamed and disappeared into the silence.
Another tower collapsed, blocking a wider area of the road leading to the cathedral and destroying more homes.
Alec's roar turned into a smile.
Those who have betrayed the Emperor are on trial, and he will pronounce judgment.
When this part of Valedo fell in smoke, fire and blood, he felt happy and not ashamed of it.
He admitted that he had a desire for revenge, but he did not think revenge was wrong.
There are no innocents in this war.
Suddenly, Alex noticed movement above the smoke. He raised his head and his eyes widened in an instant.
The impossible happened -
The Space Marines pushed forward, and the gap to the gate was filled in seconds.
Now, Soshyan is shooting and destroying the daemons that turn their backs on him, a situation unique in his fight against the powers of the Warp.
The call was so strong that when he destroyed the demons' forms, they did not turn around.
The demons trampled the cultists running back, while the fallen mortals shouted about the urgency of their mission.
Many people died at the doors of the cathedral, but many more passed through these doors, and human blood and dissolving demon flesh spread from the doorways to the stone slabs in the square.
Soshi Yang felt that the subspace was becoming more violent, and the unclean power seeped into reality and began to distort it.
“Quick!”
Soshiyang turned around and shouted, this psychic power was so huge that even non-psionic people could feel it.
A storm is coming.
In the cathedral, a ritual is bringing about even more terrifying madness.
The subspace must be suppressed, they don't have time.
Soshi Yang once again called upon the power of gray marrow.
Although the side effects of gray marrow became more and more serious each time, Soshiyang decided to use it.
An icy mask climbed onto his face, and Sosh Yang stretched his left arm forward. The icy soul storm instantly purified the passage twisted and burned by the subspace.
The road is clear again.
Farzad rushed towards the door, even one step ahead of Soshyan.
When he started to cross the threshold, something changed suddenly.
The broken arch suddenly grew stone teeth, and the entire entrance turned into a mouth.
In the flash of lightning, Farzad leaned back and broke free from the creaking mouth.
The door slammed shut, biting the scurrying cultist in half.
Their heads fell to the ground, their mouths opened in ecstasy.
The stone sculptures around the entrance also rippled, and a wave like the trembling of flesh spread throughout the building.
"Back off! Everyone back off!"
Sosh Yang ordered loudly.
The Astral Knights and the Soul Drinkers retreated together. Golgri stood beside Sosh Yang, looking at the scene in shock.
A certain shift spread throughout the cathedral, and the storm in the warp reached its peak.
Soshi Yang understood what happened, and he cursed his serious mistake.
The ground shook so violently that the remaining statues collapsed.
The front yard cracked and cracks in the ground opened up, big enough to swallow a man.
At the base of the cathedral, a crack turns into a canyon.
The spires began to tremble, their spires hooking into claws as the bars cracked. The flying buttresses rise and fall like a chest.
Then the center of the church slowly rose, and it lifted the tower from the ground, higher and higher.
Now they really are weapons.
The cathedral "came alive". It turned into a giant beast nearly 100 meters high. It climbed up on its hands and feet and began to march towards the Space Marines.
(End of this chapter)