Chapter 1120 Bloody Revenge (Part 2)
The body of the dead Dark Angel fell to the ground with a dull roar. Beria stared at the deep hole in the church wall, and the blade had passed through the outer rock and entered the back. in a metal bracket.
"This requires a lot of strength to do, and I'm afraid a mortal can't do it."
The pharmacist nodded and turned his gaze to the secret room. The plaster finish and artificial bricks on the walls were not damaged. , the stone slabs that paved the way to the tall wooden altar showed no flaws except for a black spot left by an errant drop of blood.
“They were not killed here.”
The pharmacist stood up.
"There were no signs of fighting, someone brought them here."
The pharmacist struggled to speak, gritting his teeth in anger.
“After killing them.”
“Chapter Master.”
Elsewhere, Belial spoke to Azrael via voice, a static chirp filling his ears as he waited for a response.
"O Emperor, damn this storm."
The Grand Master of the Deathwing slammed into the wall, smashing it into a pile of ash.
“Report.”
Finally more than ten seconds later, Azriel’s voice sounded.
"We have cleared the church annex."
Beria paused as another hiss of static shot through the voice link.
“Nine of our brothers lie here.”
“Status?”
“Killed, all of them.”
Belial looked away from the body and glared at the Aquila carved into the floor, fists clenched angrily.
"Show me the scene."
Beria activated the helmet's visual feedback and turned his head around the room, transmitting what his optical system recorded to others people.
For a long time, the voice link fell into silence.
"Pharmacist, go get what you want, Beria, and return after recovering the gene seeds from the corpse."
Azriel's voice cracked in another burst of static.
They have been setting off for sixteen minutes, and the time continues to count down on the edge of the peripheral display. According to the reality of the tactical auspicious device, the enemy has begun to clash with the Dark Angel's outpost deployed in the Governor's District.
"Let them come."
Beria roared and ordered people to install melta bombs on the beams supporting the ceiling.
The impact was directional, ensuring that the shock wave would travel along the corridor, away from where he and Mikos were.
"Then such, such filth."
While recovering the gene seeds, the pharmacist whispered:
"How can it be possible to defeat our brothers? Those weaklings can barely even wield a chain sword. I can't even lift it, let alone drive it into the solid rock."
Beria brought the enemy's movement to the front of the helmet display, along with the passage of time, which was slow. And the deliberate ticking is like the labored breathing of a dying man.
"The Emperor has mercy and may we find the answer."
Soon, the apothecary recovered the seeds, and the bodies of the fallen warriors were temporarily stored next to the pedestal under the Emperor's icon. When the battle is over, they will take the brothers' bodies back to Caliban for burial.
Beria came out of the church annex and sensitively noticed that the blade of the Silent Sword was rippling slightly.
It means there is some noise around.
Then he searched for suspicious signals around him with his eyes.
"Attention, there may be enemies." "Beria, ignore them and return to my position. In less than five minutes, the main force will attack us."
Azrael’s voice sounded at the right time.
"There is a situation."
Suddenly, red light dots flashed on Belial's display screen, and the Deathwing Terminator on the side immediately adjusted the assault cannon in his hand to the firing speed. , multiple barrels emitting a metallic roar as the autoloader reloads them.
“Enemy!”
The word roared from the mouth of the Deathwing Grand Master, as scores of Chaos Space Marines approached from above on jetpacks, their descent unabated.
"Put out the heretics!"
Assault cannon and heavy bolter barrels ignited, lighting up the sky like miniature starbursts as they were fired.
The Chaos Space Marines flew directly into the missiles. The first three died in an instant, their armor and flesh being torn apart by endless armor-piercing rounds.
When the assault cannon opened fire, Beria had already passed two-thirds of the yard. He risked a glance up at the sky and saw the enemy's red power armor, with their breastplates covered with Images of brass and demons roared at him from the darkness.
Scarlet Slayer!
Beria has had similar speculations in his mind for a long time. Only these hateful bastards would do such a thing!
A volley of shells struck the nearest Traitor Space Marine, blasting his thrusters into bursts of flame.
The enemy warrior, driven by the previous momentum, turned downwards towards Belial. The Grand Master of the Deathwing swung his sword angrily, passing through the chest of the injured Chaos Space Marine, tearing the opponent in half. .
He continued moving, the massive weapon tearing through the body of another enemy, who crashed into the ground in front of him moments later.
Beria bit her lip, savoring the taste of her own blood, as she pounced towards the coming massacre.
Suddenly, a warning rune appeared on his helmet display.
"Plasma!"
The pharmacist's warning came too late, and two plasma weapons suddenly erupted, firing two plasmas at the Deathwing Grand Master.
Beria stepped back and dodged one shot, but when another hit him in the thigh, he had to get down on one knee.
The plasma did not penetrate his Seiko power armor, but it damaged the transmission structure.
The Grand Master immediately moved on the ground when the bullet hit, and then a bolt hit his shoulder armor, ricocheted onto his helmet, and almost penetrated his eyepiece.
Atok fell, his breastplate shattered by a series of explosions, and he dropped his bolter feebly.
"For Caliban!"
Belia removed the storm shield from behind and stood up again.
Fury drove him forward as relentless bullets pounded his shield, the weapons ignoring the other Deathwing terminators and focusing on the immediate threat of Belial, but those Deathwings were no stranger to heavy bolters. Assault cannons and plasma cannons rained down on the Crimson Slayers, making them pay a heavy price for their contempt.
In an instant, seven or eight Chaos Space Marines fell.
Atok's armor shattered like glass under the relentless attack, the dead Flesh Tearer's head spinning on his body, legs and arms beaten to pulp.
Beria roared and approached the two traitors, raised his pistol, and shot the two traitors in the chest.
Their bodies bounced back, blood and guts splattering the air.
The third blocked his way, and he knocked him aside and decapitated him with a blow of his sword.
In front, a panicked traitor was trying to operate a plasma gun, but due to frequent shooting, it overheated and exploded, instantly tearing open the traitor's chest, shattering his sternum, and stopping his heart. beat.
Belia walked straight forward and saw another traitor holding a plasma pistol.
The man fired, and the Grand Master dropped his shoulders to avoid the shot, the plasma bullet burning in the air and melting the wall behind where he had just been.
"I--"
Beria fired, and before the traitor could finish speaking, his bullet penetrated the enemy's head.
"We are not interested in hearing the name of your heretic god, heretic!"
(End of Chapter)