Under the starless sky, it was pitch black, and the combined force of various subspace materials reduced visibility. The howling wind threw sand and soil into the storm, and heavy rain poured down.
But neither facts matter to Azriel, the visual sensors on his helmet filtered and illuminated the darkness, making him look as clear as daytime.
A large amount of tactical and situational data rolled on his right eye and was absorbed by his enhanced memory.
His left shoulder was slightly damaged during the previous battle, but the servo was working within normal range, and the command squad had formed a line of defense around the damaged Rand, with their identity tags and vital signs hovering around the periphery of the Azriel retinal display.
"Keep alert! The enemy may still be nearby."
The voice of Dead Winged Mentor Belia crackled on the voice link.
Azriel glanced at the target, and the walls of the ruins of the nests stood from all directions, and he glanced at them, a new set of data floating past his helmet monitor.
The main materials of this fortification are metal and rock, which can withstand full bombardment.
"Keep in a tight formation, the storm is limiting communication."
Azriel's tone was obviously angry.
"Lord of the Boulder, can your instruments still guide us to attack?"
"Not sure, I need time to evaluate."
The answer of the Lord of the Armory croaked in Azriel's ears.
"We keep on attacking."
Azriel gave up hissing communicator.
“Use hot melt bombs and cutting equipment.”
The heavy fortifications were torn apart with the hissing of high-pressure gas. After the dark angels rushed into the fortification, part of them moved to the right and part of them patrolled left.
Azriel couldn't help frowning as his helmet struggled to filter the rotting air.
Traces of battle were everywhere. Broken lighters flashed on the ceiling, casting jagged spots around the entrance room, and the walls were covered with fist-sized holes. Sparks poured out of bunches of hanging bare cables, the metal of the floor was burnt, and blood and internal organs were spread all over.
"No corpse."
Asmodai said Azriel's thoughts.
"We don't care about the dead, we can look at the living with our eyes wide open."
Azriel pointed his pistol at the adjacent corridor and walked to the back of a humble barracks.
This place was obviously a garrison for the Chaos Rebels. They were hiding from orbital bombing under the heavy ruins, but now they are empty.
According to the scan results, the passage will be extended half a kilometer, and a group of stairs will lead them to the central area of Attica's Nest, which is also the former location of the Governor's residence.
“This is the perfect place to lie in ambush.”
The priest Sappho stared at the dark passage with caution.
"Orias, leave a company here to take on the watch mission."
"As you wish."
The third company commander Orias struggled to hide his dissatisfaction, although he knew that the Supreme Tutor was right - they would be forced to move shoulder to shoulder along the corridor, without space to accommodate more warriors.
Then, Azriel entered the darkness.
As the Supreme Master walked down the corridor, he could hear the footsteps of Belia behind him, the hissing of the cable as he struggled dyingly, and the movement of the metal—
Azriel slammed to the left, a grenade hit the ground, his visual sensors dimmed instantly, protecting his eyes from the dazzling flash that filled the room.
With a bang, half a dozen ceiling grilles fell to the ground, and a group of figures in soaked uniforms fell and opened fire.
"Enemy attack!"
Azriel shouted at the communicator, even as a burst of laser fire splashed out from his armor.
"quantity?"
Beria turned her head, and sporadic fires of weapons illuminated the corridor behind him.
“There are also ahead.”
Azriel lifted his Relic Blast Pistol, pushing forward and firing as the laser explodes from the further corridor.
In the flames, Azriel saw the attackers carrying the Empire Eagle on their filthy chests.
"traitor!"
He growled, gritting his teeth as the laser bomb hit his helmet.
In the charge, the Supreme Master held the secret sword tightly and twisted the handle to activate the energy core.
The weapon's energy field roared, which was like the manifestation of fury in the master's blood vessels.
The Supreme Tutor rushed towards the traitor, ignoring the laser that stabbed the armor.
The traitors tried to hold their positions, Azriel entered the flock of sheep like a tiger, swinging his sword upwards violently, cutting the man in front of him in half from his groin to his shoulder, tearing the first of them apart.
As the two halves of the man's torso hit the ground, Azriel had split the other from the hip bone to the chest, and the third died as he completed the movement, and the Supreme Tutor cut the sword directly into the man's head and dragged the heart out of his ribs.
Even in the middle of the battle, he did not forget to observe.
Azriel counted and there were fifteen gun flashes. The traitors only used this number to ambush them?
The cowards hid behind some overturned supply boxes and metal plates they dragged from the floor, and Azriel sewed a line on the barricade with a blast gun, and his enhanced hearing recorded the ever-changing sound when the blast bullet hits the metal and blows the flesh.
Only twelve muzzles were left flashing.
To his left, Belia's storm blaster fired with a deafening roar as it fired, and a line of fire shot out along the corridor.
When the bullet hits the target, the barricade explodes in the blue flash, and when the overheated shrapnel pierces the body of the traitor, some people scream, and some are even more lucky, returning to death immediately.
Azriel knew that under Beria's helmet, the Dead Winged Master must be smiling—his hatred for the traitor was unparalleled.
A ragged traitor fell on the body of his comrades, struggling on all fours, desperately searching for weapons, Azriel shot him in the head.
"The end of the traitor!"
When faced with an enemy with their comrades' internal organs and blood on their armor, the traitors retreated.
Only one person was still holding his position, staring at Azriel wide, and took out a box of grenades from his strap.
But he underestimated the reaction speed of the Space Marine, and Azriel rushed up and chopped off his head in an instant.
Grenades fell from the fingers of the headless corpse.
In front of him, the remaining traitors gathered behind a pillar, and when the Supreme Tutor appeared unscathed from the shadows, he could see the fear on their haggard faces.
They actually thought the pillars could protect them from the emperor's anger?
This is an insult.
Azriel growled, the metal resonance of the helmet audio amplifier gave the sound a beastly quality.
One of the traitors peeed his pants directly.
Then, the Supreme Master rushed towards them. He jumped up in the last few meters and passed the sword through the pillar as he landed.
The blade cut the traitor's body, spewing out blood and shattered organs, chewing the metal of the pillars, and stabbing into the bodies of the two traitors closest to it.