In front of Drum, a unit approached, and a white Rand Raider-led unit rushed out of the ruins. The cross was printed on both sides of the car body, and a black griffin pattern was printed directly in front of it - this was the symbol of the Seventh Company of the White Church.
Rand Raiders charged forward, with other troops following behind, including a motorcycle unit.
Standing above Land was Galil Mars, the company commander of the 7th Company of the White Temple. His power sword was shining with the inner white light, leading the soldiers to victory.
At the first moment, he saw the enemy's black power armor.
Galil Mars, who has served for two hundred years, couldn't help laughing:
"Look at them! This group of bastards is right ahead! Charge! Brothers! Charge!"
Behind him, the soldiers shouted excitedly and rushed towards the enemy formation.
The heretics wearing black power armor responded quickly, and the precise explosive bombs attacked them, and the explosive bombs hit the armor shell and splashed everywhere.
A Rand Raider, two Rand Speed Raiders, and several motorcycles, is a force that cannot be ignored.
Drum did not bear such a charge head-on, and ordered the Sons of Cool to retreat to the back as the 7th Company approached, while the cultists were pushed to the front of the team.
The first one facing the White Templar was a trembling cultist holding a simple gun in one hand and a machete in the other.
The bullet he shot hit Galil Mars's breastplate, and the crisp sound of impact continued to echo, but the seventh company commander of the White Temple didn't care at this time. He was completely trapped in hatred of heresy and frenzy of fighting, and shouted angry.
"kill!!!"
The cultists crowded in an attempt to block the Astartes' charge, but they had never faced these powerful angels.
In an instant, the chain saw and the explosive bomb destroyed everything that was in the way.
Galil Mars, who jumped down from the Land Raider, felt as if he had entered a state of no one. His sword was broken wherever he went, and there seemed to be nothing to stop him.
But then more cultists rushed over, and their bodies seemed to be blocking the Space Marines' way.
Galil Mars rushed into the enemy again with his troops without caring. Wherever he went, his head and indescribable body fragments flew everywhere, and the motorcycle formations were divided from both sides, and the chainsaw swords roared angrily to deal with all the cultists who were trying to escape.
Galil Mars kept killing the enemy inside, and even the soldiers around him could not keep up, he did not stop.
Rand's attackers also rushed into the enemy formation and shot around. The sky was filled with the screams of the wounded and the war cry of the giants.
Galil Mars beat too selflessly, and Power Arc couldn't help but moan when he sprinted. The white light of the Power Sword happily formed an arc of light, and no one could survive this arc.
The controlled slaves rushed towards him like the sea, and he continued to slaughter, but the enemy seemed to have infinite life to consume. Soon the corpse was cast beside him into insurmountable walls, slowing down his progress.
Drum had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"superior!"
While the commander of the 7th Company was dragged down, the Sons of Cool also launched a charge, quickly separating Galil Mars from his warriors.
Space Marines on both sides quickly collided, pushing the battle to a bloodier peak.
But there was also a deafening and terrifying sound in the blaster.
It was a group of freaks decorated with serrated iron spikes, openly showing their fallen twisted and deformed freaks, the skin of the stripped dead was decorated with blood-covered armor pieces, the exaggerated chin locked the mouth in an open state, and made a constant scream. There were only two deep cracks left where the ears were once the eyelids, and the eyelids of both eyes were sewn, and they were kept in an open state and could never be closed.
The things in their hands are not so much weapons as large instruments, with thorny handles and grips added. Each time they fiddle, they emit deadly sound energy to tear people apart, turning into broken armor and liquefied flesh and blood to explode.
If the order of depravity is to be distinguished among the rebellious legions, then the noise warriors must be among the top.
The first birth of the noise warrior can be traced back to the days before the Horus rebellion. After the cleaning of the sages, corruption had penetrated into the heart of the 28th Expeditionary Fleet. With the acquiescence of the Primrose, the legion pharmacist Fabius Bayer studied the sound wave generator organ of the sages and transplanted it to the legion soldiers, giving birth to the first batch of primitive noise warriors.
Afterwards, as the Primrose was gradually corroded by the stabbing sword, a concert was held within the legion that had been corroded by the evil gods of Chaos in advance. Several people in the band were suddenly controlled by the demons, and it also stimulated the audience to indulge in a carnival of desire and violence. In the "performance", some warriors who transformed their voice organs noticed that these instruments could produce various effects, which could cause people to lose their direction, stimulate people or even kill people.
Not long afterwards, in the Battle of Istavan V, some emperor sons took such weapons to the battlefield, thus becoming real noise warriors.
After the end of the Horus Rebellion, the noise warriors not only further transformed their bodies, but also took their abnormal behavior to a new level. Their new asylum Slaanes and years of bloody wars have tempered their bodies to the limit of their senses. Nothing can stimulate their emotions except the noise of war and the screams of death. The louder the noise or the sounds heard, the stronger the psychological reaction of the noise warriors will be. On the battlefield, the noise warriors are basically no longer humans, but have become containers of pain and death.
As soon as the noise warrior entered the field, he immediately killed hundreds of cultists.
But this doesn't matter.
Blood and death actually stimulated their desire to play more and pushed the sound waves to the peak.
This caught the White Holy Warriors off guard. A hissing noise plowed huge furrow marks on the ground, and then exploded upwards from the black sand like a volcanic eruption. Many people's armor was instantly shaken and deformed.
The noise even passed directly through their armor and bodies, leaving only a burst of steam and blood mist.
Among them, Galil Mars suffered the most attacks and was soon injured, but he refused to fall and stopped until his death.
At this time Drum walked into the battlefield.
He ordered the cessation of attack on Galil and rushed forward.
"Um?"
Realizing the danger, Galil pulled the sword out of the helmet of a Black Legion warrior and turned to block a sword that was slashing towards his head.
Then he saw the twisted face of the commander of the Cool Son.