While Falzad defeated the enemy champion, the third company's soldiers followed closely behind, freely firing at the enemy group, chasing the surviving Black Legion soldiers, forcing the enemy to retreat.
"Kill them!"
Falzade, who was still unsatisfied, roared, hung the champion's head around his waist, and then started a second charge.
"Kill them all!"
They rushed forward, and the humble mortals were left to be skipped in the massacre.
Soon, the scene of the White Temple fighting with the Black Legion appeared in front of them, and the destructionist Zhagsin, who held a magic knife and slashed and killed, was particularly eye-catching in the crowd.
Falzade ran hard, crossing the splashing debris, fighting the bloody path in it, using the power axe of electric light to penetrate the armor shell, smashing the soft flesh and blood inside and then rushing towards the next target.
An officer wearing the local garrison uniform of Pai Shangxing was very lucky and was hit by Falzad. His face turned pale in fear and even tried to pull out his pistol to press against his forehead.
But Falzade grabbed the pistol, threw it to the side, then grabbed the officer's throat and lifted him from the ground.
The man's blood vessels dilated, and his hands were frantically scratching the interstellar's armor.
For a moment, Falzade might ask why, why these people they want to save choose to betray.
But he didn't, so many Space Marines died, and there was no need to ask anything.
“This is—”
Falzad gritted his teeth and said:
"What's going on!"
He simply broke the man's neck neatly, then threw down the body, and stepped on the skull with one foot.
Then he held up his battle axe, tilted his head back and yelled again.
"Kill all the traitors!!!"
But suddenly, another voice resounded through his roar—
"Soldiers, come with me."
A Sikaran battle tank stopped beside Falzad, and then a giant wearing a Terminator jumped off from above, and the sharp sword burning with scorching flames was tightly held in his hand armor.
The commander of the Knights of the Astral Realm, Soshyan Alexey, appeared on the battlefield.
At this time, the Chaos Lord Zhagsin also noticed the powerful force coming from his flanks. He was about to tear open the defense line of the White Holy Temple, and then waved his sword and pointed in the direction where Soshiyang appeared.
"Stop them!!! Stop those Astral Knights!"
Under the command of the Chaos Lord, the previously retreated Black Legion Terminator team gathered again and gathered more numbers - more than fifty.
At the same time, more than a hundred noise warriors and at least fifty black legion soldiers from other war gangs rushed towards the Star Knights.
In an instant, both sides opened fire at the same time, and bombs suddenly exploded on the battlefield, and the Terminators were also flooded with such firepower.
But these elite warriors also fought back with efficient massacre, striding through the storm of explosive bombs and bullets, absorbed punishment by their own heavy armor, and then doubled the reward to the head of the Astral Knight.
Then, when the subsequent vehicle cabins opened one by one, the Astral Knights' Terminator formation also appeared on the battlefield. The silver-gray cavalry-style Terminators lined up into a wall of steel and walked slowly and firmly towards the enemy's front line. The power weapons in their hands were flashing with lightning, and the composite bomb guns kept roaring.
"Traitor, your opponent is me!"
The first company commander Maximilian walked in the middle of the queue, and a thunderous growl was heard from the speakers of the armor.
Various similar bullets and shells exploded around him, partly twisted by the deflection force field, creating harmless explosions in the surrounding ground and air, and partly added marks and scorch marks to his armor.
"Come to me, the Knight of the Astral Realm!"
Soshi, not far away, sounded like thunder, and his voice echoed with dark anger.
"Kill the enemy quickly!"
Mark began to run, traveling through shrapnel hurricanes, approaching the enemy.
There are still thousands of armed mortals on the battlefield, but they are by no means enemies of the Terminators.
Mark approached the first enemy, a monster in tactical fearless armor, was scattering the barrage with an automatic cannon, blasting anything blocking the way into powder.
Mark first shot out a string of explosive bombs, which flew into the enemy's neck protection and made him stagger. Then a company commander rushed over and waved the power sword to try to tear open the enemy's torso.
But the opponent's Terminator blocked the sword with an automatic cannon, then swung the power fist to knock Mark back.
Then, the Black Legion's Terminator will automatically aim at Mark, ready to end the huge gap.
But the barrel did not roar, and the Black Legion Terminator flew five meters away in a silver explosion, hitting the ground, making a harsh metal tear sound.
While getting close, Mark put a plasma grenade on the other party.
But this is still not as good as Soshiyan's killing.
The leader of the Astral Knights broke through the Terminator's defense like an avalanche, ignoring the ammunition aimed at him, and rushed into the enemy with his head held high.
Anyone who stood in front of him would be knocked out. Soshiyang held the Holy Flame in both hands, swung it like a war hammer, cutting off his neck and cutting off his armor.
Soon, blood and arcs were flying around him.
"For the Emperor! Kill all these traitors!"
He shouted loudly, summoning more warriors to respond with a roar.
Soshiyan hasn't fought so freely for a long time. Since he became the commander, he has been commanding and dispatching in the rear most of the time. It has suddenly become a very distant thing for him when he is on the front line.
Therefore, he was particularly focused on the battle in front of him.
The simple motivation contained in his charge forced the Black Legion soldiers to retreat, and they shot wildly just to avoid the destruction on the edge of the fire.
Mark followed Soshyan's pace and walked with him. They ran hard, activate the blade and shot at the waist while shooting, forming a gray shadow in the shattered roar, and then slashed and tore it hard.
After the first company commander knocked an enemy down, he immediately stabbed the sword between the helmet and the neck guard.
One of his veterans cut off the enemy's arms with a shiny power axe, another with a storm shield to block the power fist of the enemy's terminal, and one with a slasher shield to cut off the enemy's legs from below.
They worked together to bring down all the enemies ahead, like a vortex of blades.
But the enemy's threat has not yet retreated, and two-thirds of the enemy are still intact and are struggling to stop the Astral Knights.
Soshiyang rushed into the enemy's siege, and he almost didn't pay much attention to the defeated generals under his command.
They were all a afterimage, a ball of armor and muscles, sacrificed to his sword.
He had already noticed the real enemy, and nothing else mattered, so he kept moving, drilling through the black walls.
What Soshyan hates most is the believers of Slaanesh, who are only worthy of being contempt. At least the believers of the Blood God are still a good opponent, open and upright, while the believers of Tsengchi are full of witchcraft with obvious and visible hands.
Slaanes has always been... nothing.
Depravity that is visible only to the naked eye.
Looking at the noise warriors howling at him, Soshiyang's disgust became more and more intense.