Chapter 1629 The Temple of Fanaticism
“This is the Temple of the Emperor.”
A battle monk looked at the ruins and dilapidated buildings and said this
“Once upon a time "Yes."
Grimaldus answered coldly.
"But now it will only be a tomb, a tomb for heretics."
After that, he ordered the three battle brothers to throw smoke bombs.
When thick smoke filled the parapet, the fallen defenders immediately realized what had happened and began to scream at the top of their lungs.
This world fell into never-ending riots after encountering a brief warp storm ten years ago. Some residents suffered from starvation and were eventually defeated by the collapse of their living environment. Others were bewitched by the hidden darkness. , listening to fallacies about survival and prosperity.
In the end, they die, they suffer, they betray.
The Black Temple will give the world the final salvation and judgment.
“Forward!”
Using the cover of thick smoke, the Black Templar’s combat company quickly crossed the seemingly unreachable protective wall, and when they reached the flat ground behind the protective wall, Grima Duss's finger was on the trigger, he and his bolt rifle ready at a moment's notice.
In just a few seconds, he analyzed the enemy's fire loopholes and the route of forward penetration. This was the instinctive result of years of bloody battles.
Under the fear of death, the rebels fired aimlessly, and the firepower composed of automatic guns and laser guns swept around.
Although Grimaldus's power armor was hit multiple times, it remained unscathed. After moving a hundred meters quickly, he hid in the corner of the broken wall, aimed at an approaching enemy, and decisively pulled the trigger.
Visibility was low in the smoke, and the figure seemed lost, screaming and waving its arms.
But this was not a problem for Grimaldus. He could clearly see that the other party was wearing orange boiler overalls. He looked like a miner or a factory slave. He was carrying a bulky respirator and holding a handful in his hand. A crude automatic pistol.
The next second, the hiss of large-caliber ammunition punching into flesh was heard, followed by the explosion of explosive warheads exploding.
The bomb tore the man's body apart in an instant. He was even surprised to find himself falling on the ruins. He almost didn't realize that he was under attack, even at the moment of his death. , he didn't even see what was killing him.
At the moment when he passed the fallen body, Grimaldus looked down at the traitor he had killed. Its face was covered with a pair of wide welding goggles. Under the dirt, there seemed to be something extremely sinister and abnormal. existence.
Heresy, no matter how similar it is to people, is ugly and unclean.
“Move inside, quickly!”
After the members of the combat company used short bursts to deal with the enemies who fired rashly, they gathered on the damaged stairs leading to the building, and thick smoke once again enveloped the environment below. , but gunshots and screams were everywhere, and it was clear that enemies were everywhere.
“Brothers, what is our motto!”
During the battle, Grimaldus recited impassioned High Gothic.
"No pity! No pity! No fear!"
The Black Templars' fanaticism for battle and the Emperor made their charge unstoppable. Grimaldus ran and shot. One shot knocked away an arm wielding a metal club, and the second hit a charging enemy.
Suddenly, two armed men howled and attacked from the darkness. Grimaldus smashed the head of one of them with the butt of his backhand, then reached out to grab the head of the other one and killed it. It was pulled out of the body along with the spine and thrown to the ground, spilling a blood stain.
Then he drew out the chain sword from his waist, and the shots in his hand kept blowing off the necks of one enemy after another, and then used the chain saw to cut off a human head with half of the chest and arms
"What are we thinking!"
"Our thoughts are pure for the Imperium!" The battle company was soon swept into the building like a violent wind, and the heretics opened fire on the Emperor's angels of death, proving that they were indeed humans. of enemies.
Grimadus knew why they fought, and what drove them, allowing madness to completely control their minds, so much so that they dared to fight head-on with the invincible and powerful angels. .
The evil forces of Chaos are the eternal enemies of mankind. As long as these nightmarish forces still exist, the Black Templar's expedition will continue forever.
Until death!
Even if they have reached a desperate situation, even if the explosive bombs continue to tear holes in their bodies, the remaining enemies are still hiding around and relying on bunkers to fight back.
Grimadus fired at the retreating enemies and chased them. In the process, he occasionally caught a glimpse of the dilapidated scene in the temple - the gilded walls were invaded by wind and sand, and the past glory became filthy and dim.
“Where are we going!”
“To death, to war!”
"Who are we!"
"We are his champions, we are his pawns!"
Most Black Templar warriors prefer close combat. The bullets force the enemy out of the bunker and into a blind corner, and then the combat knife and chain sword are raised to reap the heads.
During this process, Grimaldus once turned over the dead heretic on the ground to see clearly the appearance of the dead. Its arms and shoulders were shattered by the bomb, leaving only half of its body. , a windproof scarf was wrapped around its head, and its expression could not be seen clearly.
Suddenly, there was a clicking sound in the temple. Grimaldus recognized that it was an automatic cannon firing, and he dodged directly, avoiding the line of fire of the rapid-fire shells.
The next second a grenade flew out, blowing up the automatic cannon and the gunner behind it.
Grimadus stepped forward again and pulled away the scarf on the dead heretic's head. He saw that the face hidden in it was penetrated by a scar, which divided the face into two parts.
Such precise wounds cannot be left on the battlefield - they are caused by themselves. One of the characteristics of Chaos that makes people crazy is the irrational self-mutilation behavior.
The crack extends all the way to the lower jaw, and the tongue protruding from the mouth is also branched from the tip, just like some kind of reptile. The nose is completely cut off, and only the remaining nasal bones and proliferated tissue can be seen. Blocked nasal passages.
“Hate heretics!”
Grimaldus gave orders over the communication channel.
"Gather them together and slaughter them like cattle!"
Then he threw the heretic's remains back to the ground and realized that all the enemy corpses had such wounds on their faces.
This is probably the most tragic end that a human being can imagine.
During the fanatical onslaught of the Black Templar warriors, the enemies on the periphery were quickly and completely defeated. The warriors immediately ran towards the break in the temple wall, where the huge sandstone building materials were exposed.
Grimaldus walked against the wall, scanning the room and preparing to fire.
The dark areas in the field of vision gradually faded away, and the enhanced superhuman vision penetrated the darkness. Colorful angels were painted on the walls and domes of the temple, and they accompanied the sunlight. The followers of the state religion below looked up at the sky, carrying war relics, and recited prayers to the emperor devoutly.
But now, these exquisite drawings have been replaced by filth and bullet marks. A huge wooden chandelier hangs crookedly from the top, ancient candles burned out in it, and the skulls of many martyred loyalists hang above it.
Brothers, please give me a monthly ticket!
(End of this chapter)