Chapter 1630 Expedition Order
As Grimaldus watched, the former glorious Emperor's Saint was completely in ruins. The precious wooden benches were piled randomly as roadblocks, and they might also be used as the center of the room. The fuel of the bonfire next to the podium reflected the nearby armor-clad statue of the Emperor. The eyes of this statue were already two craters, and the eyes of the characters on the wall murals were also scratched out.
Many heretics lurked behind various barriers, spewing vague obscenities at the Space Marines.
The sight of such blasphemy made Grimaldus furious.
"Kill them! Burn them! Purify this temple of the Lord of Mankind!"
Grimaldus's voice grille emitted a breathtaking roar.
"No pity! No pity! No fear!"
He pulled the trigger hard, the bolt rifle spit out tongues of fire, and other warriors also began to fire wildly into the Holy Scriptures.
As explosive bombs covered the entire interior of the temple, heretics fell to the ground one after another.
There were hundreds of enemies gathered. They were piled up all over the temple. Most of them were wearing robes. They fell continuously in the crossfire or were blown into pieces by bombs.
Even so, they still used crude weapons to fight back, but they could only leave some bullet marks on the power armor. Of course, their accuracy was not very good, and most of the bullets hit the already damaged and dirty murals.
The emperor's statue was spattered with the blood of heretics, and corpses were piled up on the podium. The blood and mutilated parts everywhere turned the interior of the temple into a swamp.
“What are our oaths!”
Grimadus was no longer satisfied with shooting. He jumped into the temple with a chain saw, ignoring the micro-munitions, and chopped down those who wanted to kill them. Screaming heretics, young and old, young and old.
The chain saw rumbled with blood as he smashed the first chest that jumped, splattering his robe and armor with blood.
The surrounding heretics fled hurriedly in the face of the terrifying giant, huddled together with their companions, all roaring and slapping like dogs, and most of them lost the ability to speak due to fear.
"No unclean presence will be tolerated!"
His brothers chanted in response, quickly joining in the close combat.
It was more like a one-sided massacre than a battle.
“O conquering lord of mankind, rejoice in the wild roar of this battle.”
Grimaldus walked across the broken bench and walked towards the stubborn heretic, the chainsword in his hand roaring.
A heretic hiding behind the base of the Emperor's Statue opened fire on him. Grimaldus didn't care. Then he waved his hand and several heads exploded.
Finally, he uncovered those guys hiding behind the emperor's statue.
Wearing a priest's robe, his face covered with scars, and a blasphemous eight-pointed star hanging around his neck, he was obviously the small leader of the rebels.
But at the last moment, he actually tried to obtain the emperor's blessing. It was really ridiculous and sad.
As the opponent screamed, Grimaldus lifted the opponent up.
"This is a prayer for the Emperor."
He muttered to himself, and then with a crash, he tore the heretic apart.
Blood poured over his whole body from head to toe, and he looked particularly horrifying. At this time, there was no living rebel around, and all the corpses were so mutilated that it was difficult to distinguish their identities.
After the thirteen giants stood quietly in the darkness for a moment, a beep sounded from the communicator. "Brother Grimaldus, Marshal Helbrecht is summoning the members of the Brotherhood of Swords."
"Received, I will return immediately."
Helbrecht, the youngest and most passionate marshal of the Black Templar, even as a new disciple At this time, Helbrecht also fought with fanaticism and courage that exceeded expectations. He once fought against a huge Tyranid swarm in the Death Core Valley, and defeated all enemies indomitably, and in just a few dozen Years later, Helbrecht was admitted into the Brotherhood of Swords for his legendary feat of defeating a demon prince with a combat knife.
After this, he continued to advance rapidly through the ranks, stepping over the corpses of the Emperor's most feared enemies with every step.
At the same time, he is also the introducer of Grimaldus into the Brotherhood of Swords.
After returning to the flagship of the fleet, Grimaldus simply washed away the blood stains on his armor and came to the bridge. Other members of the Brotherhood of Swords in the expeditionary force were already waiting for him here, and he was surrounded by them. It was Field Marshal Herbrecht.
This marshal has a Dornish-like hard face, with many battle marks and scratches visible to the naked eye on his skin, and his expression of fanatical devotion makes these scars even more glorious.
At this time, he was wearing ancient armor. Under the influence of artificial airflow, the wide cloak was flying around his side. The holy objects tied by chains hit his armor, and the parchment was in the air. The sound of friction on the plastic steel whispered his contribution.
After seeing Grimaldus, he nodded.
"Then everyone is here."
After saying that, he turned around and nodded to the technical priest beside him, who then began to operate the imager on the bridge.
Along with the water-like fluctuations, two blurry figures appeared in mid-air, and gradually became clearer.
It is Black Templar Grand Marshal Cordel and Supreme Priest Mordred.
“Brother Helbrecht, Chapter Master of the Astral Knights, Soshyan Alexey, has been appointed by the High Lords Council as the Supreme Lord Commander of the Maelstrom Expeditionary Force, the Commander of the Empire. The Fist has sent us an invitation, hoping that the Black Templars can participate in the expedition and assist our famous brother. Since you are currently the closest to the Maelstrom, your expeditionary force will become our representative and cooperate with Soshiyan. ·Commander Alexei gathered together, and immediately set off after receiving this message, in the name of the Emperor and in the name of Dorn, to bring destruction to the heresy."
Everyone said nothing. After listening to the entire message, Helbrecht turned to look at the members of the Brotherhood of Swords.
"Everyone has heard that a greater expedition and a greater victory are waiting for us! The Maelstrom, an area occupied by aliens and heretics, should have been cleared away long ago. The results and scale of this expedition will definitely remain in history. Name!"
Grimaldus was also filled with excitement after hearing this, but another question immediately appeared in his mind.
"Marshal, do we need to accept the command of Brother Soshyan for this expedition?"
Helbrecht heard this and squeezed out a faint smile on his face.
“Of course, he is the supreme commander of the expeditionary force.”
"I heard that he is very young."
"I am only slightly older than him. To be able to make so many achievements, he must have many advantages, and I have wanted to meet him for a long time. Okay, everyone goes to report to the other warriors and quickly clear up the battlefield. We will set off in 24 hours."
Grimaldus nodded and turned to leave, but he had many thoughts about the expedition in his heart. He clenched his fists involuntarily.
The Maelstrom, the center of the galaxy, the stage where the entire empire pays attention.
The Black Templars will definitely shine brighter than all battle groups!
(End of this chapter)