Chapter 1747: Karmic Fire Burning Demon
Under the order of the regiment leader, the heavy weapons team of the 227th Regiment immediately opened fire. Heavy explosive shells and laser cannons were swept towards the possessed warriors, but the speed of this thing was astonishingly fast. A distance of 100 meters was covered in a few seconds. Occasionally, a bullet would hit it, which would only make it scream more harshly.
The cry may not seem loud, but it is extremely penetrating. Many Mordian soldiers directly covered their ears, causing the defensive firepower to be instantly reduced a lot.
"Soldier, don't let heresy defeat you!"
Tabor Morris held the sword and picked up a Mordian who was sitting on the ground in pain with his hands covering his ears. Shake the other person vigorously.
"Fight! Remember your oath!"
In fact, the sound was also intruding on Thabo Morris, as if there were hundreds of claws scratching the blackboard, and he was holding on.
At this time, he thought of someone.
"Pastor! Where's the pastor! Juerlich!"
"I'm here!"
The priest, who had a fleshy face and a strong body, had torn his robe into strips, and was holding a chain sword and a mace, and hurriedly ran to his captain's side.
"Now is the time when you really want to fight. Can you let everyone hear your voice!"
"Yes!"
"Then use your best The voice of the Emperor spreads the heresy from our ears! ”
The priest immediately put on a loudspeaker mask, then picked up the battlefield message tied to a chain around his waist and began to chant loudly.
Immortal God-Emperor, please sympathize with our trivial suffering.
Master of the Galaxy, please protect your flock trapped in the alien.
Guardian of light, please guide our dark path with your light.
We are your warriors, we are your servants,
No hypocrisy, no lies, no arrogance!
With the help of a loudspeaker, the priest's voice spread to the farthest reaches of the battlefield, and Thabo Morris also shouted on the communication channel.
"Soldiers! Let's chant together! Remember the hatred, maintain hostility, accumulate anger, and give this to those unclean, those aliens, those mutants!"
With your pain and blood and tears ,
With your golden throne and your death,
By your destruction and the reappearance of the God of Mankind,
Guard us and make us strong,
We swear to fight for you.
The chants of thousands of Mordian soldiers formed a vast sound, and the screams of the monster gradually disappeared from their ears, making the originally chaotic team become firm again.
However, these sounds also completely angered the possessed warrior. It rushed forward desperately, even though heavy explosive shells and laser cannons blasted it into pieces.
With a bang, it crashed directly through the iron wall.
However, what greeted it was——
“Fire!”
With a command, two multi-tube hot melts were activated at the same time, and the plasma coming from the left and right was swallowed up instantly. The enchanted warriors who had not yet reacted - these two heavy-duty plasmas produced by Reza finally played a key role as a trump card against possible enemy vehicles.
Tabor Morris was not happy when his plan succeeded, because the enemy's large forces, under the premise of attracting firepower from the possessed warriors, had already reached under the temporary protective wall, and used explosives to blow out several gaps, and More shapes of Chaos Space Marines appeared in the distance of the group. "Line up!"
He did not let the soldiers stay on the wall, which would only become targets for enemy bombs.
The Mordians quickly lined up at the main gate of the defense line. When the enemy pushed down the gate and tried to rush in, they were immediately knocked down by the intensive laser fire of the Mordian Iron Guards side by side.
However, there were too many enemies, tens of thousands of them, and the laser gun could not intercept them at all, so Thabo Morris raised his command sword and roared:
"Fire the bayonet!"< br>
"Kill!"
The Mordian Iron Guards roared angrily, leveling the laser guns in their hands. Their muddy and blood-stained leather boots rushed towards the enemy with neat steps, like a blue high-rise. They are as unstoppable as a wall. Even if they face opponents several times their size, they will never give in!
After Tu'shan entered the upper lair, he found that the situation was more serious than expected. It was not just the Chaos Space Marines, but something even worse was developing and growing.
The ignited building burned like a torch, some primordial substance pouring down from the walls, liquid fire bursting like multicolored magma from the twisted and molten emotions of the warp.
The corpse was writhing in the fire, naked and twisted, waving its hands wildly, and then the torn human figure rose up on the fire like ashes, screaming shrilly as it merged with the rippled flames.
The steel glowed red from the heat, the floor was littered with charred bones and charred corpses, something writhing in the ashes. Snake-like creatures, with soft and boneless limbs, whipped and coiled around the corpses on the walls and fire pillars, dancing an almost crazy dance among the victims.
The ignited lunatics were talking meaninglessly in the flames. Those who still retained the ability to move had their eyeballs or internal organs ripped out of their bodies. Those who were unable to do this A few were nailed to the totems of destruction that held them in place and twisted out of shape.
"The heretics performed blasphemous sacrificial rituals."
Tu'shan has seen fields like this before, and they are always different, for Chaos cannot work the same way twice, But ultimately they are made of madness, manifestations of fools and lunatics who succumb to twisted commitments.
This is the twisted madness and evil that Salamanders have been fighting for ten thousand years.
"Brothers!"
Tu'shan shouted, raising his heavy hammer.
"The enemy lurks here, unaware of their impending death! Let the Emperor's cold wrath extinguish this unholy fire!"
The Fire Dragon Company follows the figure' Shan's footsteps passed through the flames. It was really like fighting in a crematorium. The flames curled on the scales of the ash cloak, making them shine in the firelight. The high temperature that is fatal to ordinary people is not so good for the salamanders. Just commonplace.
Then bolt fire descended upon the twisted daemons dancing in the flames - twitching and hiding like sea creatures harassed by predators.
"Who will face the true fire? Or will the damn warp just spit out cowards and trash?"
The answer is the flaming hands pulled from the cascade of flames, the demons Each one has more than a dozen evil eyes, with fishy red scales emitting billowing smoke, and asymmetrical sharp fangs in its mouth, flowing with hissing venom.
"The vanguard advances with volley!"
Almost before the first finger on the trigger fell, the demons were among the salamanders, trying to use their serpentine bodies to Surrounding the Space Marines, the blast of bolters shattered some of them, but other daemons slid through the barrage of fire as if they didn't exist in the real world at all.
A demon passed through the flames and rushed towards Tu'shan like an arrow. The leader of the Salamanders smashed his weapon into its ribs, and the ancient sacred hammer tore open the demon's body. It rushed all the way into its body, smashing the opponent directly into the ground and turning it into a ball of thick smoke.
"Forward!"
After Tu'shan smashed a demon with his second hammer, he let out a loud roar.
"For the Emperor! For Vulkan!"
(End of this chapter)