Chapter 22 I have arrived

Amidst the flames and thick fog, Sicarius and other loyalists strode from the drop pod and joined the battle.

His power sword made a sizzling sound, and with one swing of the sword, the two cultists were cut into pieces on the spot, and then he stepped towards a Plague Marine holding a rusty bolter.

The other party tried to fire at him, but was dodged.

Sicarius's swordsmanship is very good, and his combat awareness is top-notch among the Ultramarines.

With the blessing of power armor, in just a few seconds, he withstood the opponent's firepower and rushed over a distance of hundreds of meters. When he was approaching, he bent down to avoid the opponent's battle ax attack, and slashed at him with a backhand sword.

The opponent’s bloated abdomen

The whole process is neat and tidy, without any sloppiness, and contains the pure beauty of killing.

The Plague Warrior looked at the wound on his abdomen with a look of disbelief on his face. Before he could recover, Sicarius struck again with his sword.

This sword cut off its head and it fell to the ground, its eyes widened.

Without his head, the huge body of the Plague Warrior fell down directly, making a dull sound.

Foul-smelling pus leaked out, and maggots twisted and struggled in the wound.

Sicarius held the bolter in his other hand and continuously pulled the trigger, hitting the other traitor in the chest with the bolts filled with vengeful rage.

The Plague Marine's outdated armor burst open, spewing out foul-smelling pus and flesh mixed with maggots.

Its chain sword with flesh and blood fell to the ground, the eyes on the hilt showed fear, and the weird mouth let out a silent scream. Without its host, the demon living on it will slowly die.

Sicarius and the other warriors rushed to the artillery position.

"For the Lord of Ultramar," Sicarius shouted, firing his bolter at the cannons and Plagueblasters.

"For the Lord of Ultramar."

"For the Emperor, for Guilliman."

The other warriors also let out a war cry.

Their explosive shells exploded the cannon, and the powerful impact detonated the shells or energy modules in the barrel.

The explosion caused the shells and energy blocks placed aside to explode, forming a chain reaction, causing even more terrifying seas of fire and explosions.

Those plague blasters that were not hit and torn apart were quickly engulfed in flames, screaming in agony.

Soon, the enemy's artillery positions were reduced to smoking ruins.

"The main objective is completed. Now execute the secondary objective and clear them out. Let us launch an attack from the enemy's rear to support you." Sicarius sent a message.

There are not many Plague Marines left behind, most of them are cultists who have been deceived by Chaos, and cowards who sold their souls to the enemy in order to survive a few more days.

Cultists armed with a variety of weapons, rushed towards the Space Marines in groups, their faces all bearing the mark of Chaos and twisted tattoos.

Sicarius showed no mercy, wielding his power sword and slaying those who dared stand against him.

Whether they were mortals or plague warriors, they were all killed by him neatly.

The servants of Chaos died one after another, their fragile bodies torn to pieces by the assault bolters and power weapons of Sicarius and other Space Marines.

More cultists who were bewitched by Chaos and fearless of death came from all directions.

It was replenished so quickly.

Sicarius and the others were not afraid. Soon, the battlefield was a mess of blood and flesh, with broken limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere.

The blue power armor on his body was completely covered in blood.

The loyalists cooperated with each other and advanced steadily, forming a staggered network of firepower to kill any enemy who tried to resist them.

Soon, the bravest group of Chaos servants were all killed in the battle. Only a few were still throwing themselves at the Space Marines in despair, and most of them knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Please, I just want to live."

A woman knelt on the blood-soaked ground, begging the Emperor's Angel in front of her.

"There is no forgiveness for Chaos. Even dying twice is better than betraying the Emperor. You have made the wrong choice. Your bodies will be obliterated and your souls will be exiled. Go to hell, shameless betrayers."

Sicarius pulled the trigger, and the flames from the barrel flashed past.

The woman in front of her was turned into a pile of rotten flesh by the huge impact of the bomb.

Any mercy shown to the Chaos traitors would be an insult to the dead loyalists.

The other kneeling servants of Chaos suffered the same fate. The Space Marines either fired with assault bolters or used their iron fists and power weapons to attack these traitors.

Soon, where the traitor knelt, only bright red blood stains and broken bodies were left.

The artillery position fell, and the Plague Marines lost their anti-aircraft firepower.

Fighters suitable for the battlefield such as Stormbirds and Thunderhawks were also released at this time. They quickly broke through the plague clouds, rushed to the surface and began bombing attacks, dropping Space Marines.

Dreadnoughts, heavy tanks, Knight Titans, and Emperor Titans were also thrown into the battle, and even more terrifying firepower poured out, leaving the Plague Marines with no way to resist.

The tide of the war was quickly turned around by the Space Marines led by Guilliman, and the balance of victory tilted towards the side of humanity.

On the other side, plague warriors and cultists poured into the fortress, and the traitors were making their final killings.

Gurlo stood quietly in the ruins of the fortress like a fat sculpture.

Its armor was covered with fat plague flies, and as it moved around, these flies were disturbed and made a buzzing sound.

In front of it, groups of corpses were piled up, covered with a large number of flies.

Its lieutenant is pouring some special plague liquid to summon the power of Nurgle.

Gullo looked at the desperate screaming humans in the distance and smiled, "It's just the last bit. The ritual in subspace is about to be completed. Guilliman will find that he can't do anything. This planet belongs to Father Nurgle."

, so are those selfish souls.”

"Protect the civilians and let them go west." Ji'an shouted, and his personal guards armed with carbines and blasters shot at the enemy, killing the plague zombies.

Even if the defense line fell, Ji'an was prepared to die, but he did not give up on himself and launch a suicide attack. Instead, he tried to protect the civilians as much as possible and tried to let them leave.

Hundreds of men and women wearing shabby and stained Imperial Guard uniforms were centered around his position, doing their best to resist the enemy.

Their skin is pale and waxy, and plagues and wars have left wounds and scars on their bodies.

Every man and woman knows very well that even if they do not die on the battlefield, they will die in pain due to the sequelae.

But they still had firm faces, even though they knew their death was coming, they still had no fear.

"Praise Him."

During the battle, a voice containing pain and relief sounded on the chaotic battlefield.

A female soldier who was knocked down by the zombies of the plague gave her last prayer and pulled the pin of the high-power grenade with her hand.

The roaring explosion instantly drowned out all the zombies and traitors within a dozen meters.

Countless pieces of flesh and blood spattered, like a bloody rain.

"May you rest in peace, and may the Emperor have mercy on your soul." Ji'an muttered silently in his heart, and continued shooting with the laser pistol in his hand at the plague corpses and cultists who were trying to pounce.

While fighting, he kept retreating.

"No!"

"Run fast, Andy, run like the wind like you did before."

A child's frightened cry mixed with the old man's painful voice reached Ji'an's ears.

Jie'an followed the sound and looked over, only to find an old man hugging the cultist's feet. Next to him was a little boy with his head smashed, lying in a pool of blood.

A little girl was crying and running forward staggeringly.

Damn the beast. The angry Jiian turned his gun and shot the cultist. At the same time, he ran over and picked up the little girl.

Ji'an didn't know why he did this. He knew very well that even if he saved the little girl, it would only make her suffer for a while longer.

boom!

The sound of explosion sounded, and the bodies of the two soldiers next to Jie'an exploded to pieces.

Two Plague Marines appear on the battlefield, their bolters harvesting the lives of surviving soldiers.

As the emperor's former angels, their combat prowess is undoubted, and ordinary people can only be slaughtered in front of them.

Accompanied by heavy footsteps, behind the two plague warriors, a fearless mecha infected by plague flesh and blood followed them out.

Ji'an looked desperate as he watched the Plague Marines and Flesh Dreadnoughts march toward his remaining soldiers.

There is absolutely no way his team can stop these terrible guys,

Plague Warrior: "Foolish servant of the Corpse Emperor, welcome the gift from your loving father."

Huh!

Before he finished speaking, Plague Warrior unexpectedly saw a black shadow on the ground, which was still expanding rapidly.

Confused, it looked up and its pupils dilated instantly.

A giant holding a flaming golden sword fell from the sky and struck it with a sword.

Before he could react, the flaming golden sword split it open from top to bottom.

"I have arrived." The giant roared loudly, which could be clearly heard throughout the battlefield.

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