Chapter 1123 Killing the Bloody Path


Chapter 1123 Killing the Bleeding Path

Behind Belial, the guns of the Deathwing Company continued to fire, desperately trying to hold the line of defense and prevent the Black Legion's attack.

The roar of lasguns and bolters crackled the air like lightning and a thunderous chatter.

After a period of fighting, the fighting spirit gradually gave way to calmness. Beria realized that the situation did not get better, but was getting worse. Most of the soldiers' ammunition had bottomed out.

“Don’t be wary! Keep moving!”

Belial brandished his sword with both hands, clearing a path through the ranks of the heretics.

The Silent Sword tore off the mutilated limbs from the ruined torso and rolled in the air like sickly hail. The enemies still came in waves, trying to keep the Deathwings.

As powerful as they are, over time they are eventually pulled to the ground, drowned by the tide of flesh and blood that assails them.

The apothecary stretched out his arms, and his ceramic-wrapped limbs shattered the ribs and jaws of surrounding enemies.

Now they need to regain the initiative to keep the momentum going.

"Follow me!"

Beria roared into the voice.

He bent his knees and threw himself forward into the sea of ​​enemies, using his shoulder pads as a battering ram.

When Beria crashed into the crowd of heretics, countless bones and necks were broken, and a red status sign flashed on his monitor——

Power came back Then he took ten steps forward, knocked down a few more attackers, then stood up and started killing again.

"Grandmaster Belial!"

The voice of the technical sergeant crackled in his ears.

"I found a shortcut!"

Beria didn't hear clearly and kept walking forward, his weapon blurring around him as he instinctively chopped off limbs .

The blood hummed in his veins and his heart roared like a choirmaster propelling him through death.

Already overwhelmed by the din of battle, Belial eviscerated one enemy and ripped out the belly of another, crushing a man beneath his boots and crushing a cultist's skull in a split second.

Thick gore spattered his armor, blood pooled around his legs, a forest of corpses stacked at his waist, entrails sliding from their armor like crimson sleet .

"Grand Master Beria! Right side! There is a passage on the right side!"

Beria still did not notice the call of the technical sergeant, his attention was focused on the attempt Enter the Chaos Space Marine attacking him with a pair of crackling warhammers.

Now surrounded by enemy warriors, besieged on all sides with no room for maneuver, he then blocked his attacker's swing with his Silent Sword, the weapons clashing against each other in a haze of fiery energy fields.

Belial felt his feet slide back under the force of the blow. The ground beneath his feet was slick, muddy with blood and the weight of the Space Marine's feet.

He growled, pushing his knees down to steady himself as the beast continued to advance on him, swinging the weapon again.

Beria pressed into its defense and smashed his head into its chin, followed by a sickening sound of bone shattering.

Then the Grand Master of the Deathwing reversed the attack, pressing his forehead down onto the attacker's face. The blow shattered the heretic's face, causing it to agonize as metal shards embedded themselves in its skin. shouted.

It lowered its weapon and tried to reach out and remove the fragment from the flesh.

"Death!"

Beria punched his enemy in the chest with an uppercut. When he wrapped his fingers around the opponent's heart, it convulsed violently and blood poured out of his broken mouth. .

The Deathwing Master squeezed his hand, grinning as his heart exploded in his grasp.

He released his grip and decapitated the other heretic before the beast fell to the ground. At this point, Belial's retina display flashed a persistent warning sign as his armor sensed the incoming blast.

"Heretic! Come on!"

He grabbed the head of the nearest Black Legion heretic. The huge traitor let out a muffled scream, and his helmet deformed and twisted under his huge palm

Beria's helmet's audio damper activated to protect his heart before a staccato explosion erupted around him.

"I am His weapon! He is my shield!"

When the enemy threw grenades at him, Beria shouted prayers through gritted teeth and clawed the opponent's hand into pieces. head, then flung the dirt and misshapen corpse into the air like sparks from a firecracker.

Then the fire washed over him, burning the long strings of parchment on his armor.

The heat liquefies the ground beneath his feet, and his armored body sinks further into the muddy earth.

Biometric data scrolled across his retina display, the impact of the shockwave straining some of his joints, but his armor held firm.

At that moment, a pair of faded identification tags told him that three more Deathwing Terminators had fallen.

“RIP, brothers.”

After the battle, the Chapter collects their remaining armor and brings it to the Cathedral of Remembrance, where they are mourned.

Ahead, he saw the pharmacist.

The Apothecary was about to die. A burly Scarlet Slayer stood beside the fallen Dark Angel, his killing intent clear.

Belial roared, throwing his sword onto the back of the Chaos Space Marine.

The heretic roared and dived forward under the impact of the impact.

"Stand up and kill him!"

The Chaos Space Marine turned his back to the Apothecary and reached for the sword on his back. The Apothecary used his last remaining strength to thrust the sword upwards and pierced the opponent's neck.

The enemy's body shuddered, then died, and the Apothecary caught the body before it fell, pulling it over to use as a shield against the two Chaos Space Marines who immediately opened fire on him.

He drew the dead warrior's bolter and felled the attacker with a well-aimed shot.

“Move! I’ll cover you!”

Belial drew his sword and helped the apothecary back to his feet.

At this moment, he noticed that the technical sergeant had been calling him.

"Master Belial! Here!"

The technical sergeant stood in front of an open blast door. He was summoning Belial and he was unaware of the attacker.

By the time he realized that a Chaos Space Marine was behind him, it was too late. When the opponent's power sword was about to split his head, the servo harness behind the Techmarine flashed violently. The servo arm automatically reversed its direction to block this moment, and then the servo arm, whose cable was cut off, hung down feebly.

In the nick of time, the Techmarine turned to face his enemy, spinning forward and ripping the Blood Gear from his enemy's shoulders and from his ribcage.

This gave him a breath.

"Go here!"

Beria raised his sword and took on the responsibility of rearguard, and the body he had planned to take away could only be put down temporarily.

The Deathwings passed through the bloody battlefield and quickly entered the passage opened by the technical sergeant.

(End of this chapter)

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