Chapter 2819 Killing the enemy and protecting the people will not end with blood (6)
As soon as Sullivan finished speaking, the boy suddenly stood up on tiptoes and stretched out his hand. He was stunned for a moment and wanted to dodge, but in the end he made no move and just let The other party's little hands touched his torn chin and scars.
"Lord Angel, does this hurt?"
"It's okay, Sanguinius will make us forget the pain."
The boy took his hand back and put it in his pocket After touching it, he finally took out a crumpled paper ball, bit it open with his teeth, and took out a small dirty amber-shaped square.
"Lord Angel, my mother often said when she was alive that it won't hurt after eating candy. This is my last piece of maltose, can I give it to you?"
Sullivan was silent for a moment and nodded.
“Thank you.”
He took the candy from the boy and put it in his mouth. After chewing it twice, he shed tears from the corners of his eyes and choked up:
“ I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect your family. I’m sorry.”
"No! Lord Angel, you have saved many people!"
The boy shook his head and said loudly:
"I want to be like you! Sanguinius is also Garibaldi's Model!”
Sullivan forced a smile and touched his head.
"Is your name Garibaldi? A very good name, kid, let's go."
The boy turned around and started running towards the boarding port. Sullivan got up with difficulty, but the severe pain that followed made him fall forward.
"Company Commander!"
"I'm fine."
After being helped up, Sullivan waved his hand.
“Now we have to guard the boarding platform and not let the Tyranids get close to the transport ship.”
Turning around, he led the remaining eleven people of the third company to the platform where they were before. At this time, Tyranid's sea of insects was clearly visible. Apparently they had also discovered the most convenient attack route. The last remaining remnants of this planet were Bits of flesh are drawing them in, a tidal wave of alien filth pouring into the boarding area, led by the same snarling Executioners, their shells bearing burn marks, even the loading bay shaking as they scream in rage got up.
Stretching in front of the sea of insects, there were only twelve broken bright yellow figures.
Sullivan lost his sword and could only pull out the bolt pistol at his waist.
"Brothers, the burden will soon be lifted from our shoulders, our service to the Emperor is complete, but now we fight for hope and mercy."
"Do what you want. We will die with honor for those we cherish!”
Eleven Lamenters chanted in unison, and the Diplomats swarmed up the steps, followed by something worse.
The explosive bombs began to shoot waves of dirty flesh. When the flesh and metal collided, it brought death, but their number was too few and their bullets were too few.
"O Emperor, I have not let you down."
Sullivan prayed to the distant throne for the last time, and when he fired, the bolt pistol trembled in his hand, as if A melancholy response.
The battle quickly descended into close combat. Even in desperate situations, the soldiers still defended their company commander to the death. They were surrounded by a sea of insects and could only fight back with sharp blades and heavy punches. Soon, one warrior was sacrificed, torn to pieces by swift claws, and another was stabbed through the neck. Finally, holding the last grenade, he rolled into the sea of insects, and returned to Sanguinius after a violent explosion. Under the wings.
After Sullivan used up all his bullets, he picked up the chain sword of the fallen man. He heard the roar of the propeller and smiled on his face. The mission had been completed and the goal had been achieved.
"Come on! Bastards!"
He slashed hard, splitting the carapace and tearing apart the flesh, ignoring the marks carved by the fangs and claws on his armor and body. A series of scars.
Blood, blood everywhere, soon the Tyranids' ichor was wrapping around Sullivan's tattered armor like a second skin, shards of chitin clogging even the blunt ends of the chainsword teeth, quieting its roar, but he still swung it like a stick.
Gradually, the brothers' weapons fell silent, and their anger was extinguished by the tide of enemies. Countless knife bugs surrounded him, roaring like crazy hounds.
An inexplicable black anger enveloped his consciousness, making his brain boil, and a roar of uncontrollable anger came from his lips——
Live up to Sanguinius blood!
But suddenly, the darkness disappeared again, and there was only an endless sea of insects in front of him.
Suddenly, a knife bug bit his wrist, and he no longer had the other hand to shake it off.
Phew——
A laser flashed and hit the knife insect on the forehead. The limp body then slid down, and Sullivan turned his head in surprise.
"Come on! If you are a man, come on!!!"
The previously dispersed militiamen came back again. There were nearly a hundred of them, and the transport ship further away had begun to tremble violently. This is a precursor to takeoff.
The leader of the militia was a young man armed with a homemade laser gun. He was the man who was almost killed by Sullivan as a deserter. He shouted while shooting at the insect swarm, and others around him also used Attack these little bugs with various weapons and even throwing knives.
"You guys"
The man came to Sullivan and said while shooting:
"Sir, thank you for saving my wife and children. I finally understand what you said. What does this sentence mean? I cannot let my child know that his father is a coward, let alone abandon the angel who saved us and run away alone. At least when I return to the throne, I can serve you and repay your great kindness. Germany."
Sullivan blinked, and suddenly he smiled calmly. The emperor finally gave him the last mercy, and everything the three companies paid was worth it.
“Thank you.”
Roars and vibrations were heard, and the brutal beasts reached the top of the platform.
The amputated Space Marines armed with chainswords and the militiamen armed with laser guns stood together, facing the towering monster, the most terrifying predator in the galaxy. Even though the monster's shadow enveloped them, they were still Still did not shake their determination.
“For those we cherish, we die with honor!”
Two different voices roared with the same roar, rushing towards their glory and destiny——
Behind them, the transport ship finally rushed towards the only gap in the sky that was not occupied by biological warships in the flames of the engine. Although the gargoyles would try to harass it, with the help of the heat generated by the friction of the atmosphere, It is enough to throw off all pursuers and reach the orbit.
"Merciful Sanguinius"
Malakin murmured in pain in the darkness, and then he felt something making a slight noise, which seemed to be some kind of distant mocking.
The Weeper? Look at you, standing among us in yellow, like a coward in a sea of blood.
Suddenly, the ground under his feet began to tremble, and the smell of blood floated in the wind. Malakin raised his head and looked back at the ground. He was surrounded by bright yellow corpses, and then he saw the sky covering the Hongyun, he heard a sound like rolling thunder, and the scene of the future came again. The whole picture of the future ran through his mind, and a chill flowed down his back.
The picture shows the executioner