The traitors screamed and died, the flesh on their bones was torn and thrown into the air by the decomposition force field.
Azriel pulled out his weapon and crippled another traitor while protecting himself.
A scarred traitor screamed at him and rushed towards him with a bayonet. The Supreme Master avoided the attack and slapped the other person in the face with a backhand, smashing the skull, and splashing teeth even pierced into the face of another clumsy warrior who was groping for the activation nail of the electric hammer.
The traitor cried out in pain, threw down his weapon and covered his tattered face.
Azriel clamped the man's head with his hands and squeezed it hard, crushing his skull.
"Coward, just repent."
He growled, throwing his twitching body into the traitor who was running away.
Five muzzle flashes blinked from behind the barricade towards Azriel, and gunfires from the disorienting traitors, and he saw the closest of them.
The Truth Watcher crossed the roadblock and fell on a blood-covered traitor whose ribs broke under the impact and crunched into internal organs.
Azriel pressed his knee against the other person's face and pressed the traitor's skull on the deck.
When he got up, he went straight through the barricade, slashed his sword into the burnt supply box, and then turned his movements backwards and took out the internal organs of the traitor who was hiding behind the cover.
Blood and internal organs splattered on his helmet, and his visual sensors were adjusted so that he could see through the meat paste.
To his right, a thin traitor turned around and ran away, and Azriel threw a dagger.
The sword light pierced the traitor's back and penetrated his chest, and the man leaned forward as the blade hit the floor.
Azriel turned around and saw Belia punching a screaming man in the chest with his fist, then stomping it into mud with his boots on the other person's head.
"Front."
The process of the Dark Angels was very smooth. They only took ten minutes to cross the passage and enter the core of Attica's Nest.
In order to be able to control this area, Azriel divided the team into three parts, one led by him, one led by Beria, and the last part led by Sappho.
Now the core of this former nest has become a huge ruin maze, and the goal of the Dark Angel is also very simple. Although it has undergone tremendous changes, the basic structure of the Governor's District has not changed, and all roads only lead to three places.
Governor's office building, Stars Hall and Mechanical Temple.
As long as they control three places, no matter which direction the enemy comes from, they must welcome the dark angels who are waiting for battle. They are equivalent to inserting a knife into the enemy's heart.
At first everything went well, until Azriel got a piece of news from Belia after taking control of the Governor's office building.
"A squad disappeared?"
Azriel bent down and looked at the body of the fallen angel. There was a big hole in the burnt breastplate of the fallen Space Marine. The flesh and armor around the wound seemed to be integrated, and black stains rolled out from the wound, like a net.
"Hot melting weapons or mixed high-energy explosives."
The chief pharmacist spoke to the data logger in his helmet and recorded his discoveries.
"High penetration indicates a close-range explosion."
Then a probe was extended from the pharmacist and stabbed it into the wound.
At this time, a brother from the 7th Company, when the detector analyzed the angel's blood, rows of biometrics and biological data were scrolling on the pharmacist's helmet display.
There are also traces of other human flesh on it, and it is obvious that a traitor gave his life to lay the blame.
"Supreme mentor, I have to recycle genetic seeds now."
"Of course, brother."
The pharmacist lowered his head.
"Emperor, the duty of a loyal servant has come to the end, please give him peace."
He made an Aquila logo on his breastplate, which was the most important and heaviest burden of all the duties the pharmacist had to accomplish.
Only in death does the responsibility end, and this axiom may apply to soldiers or nuns of the Imperial Guards, but not to the sons of the angels.
In death, the Space Marine has one more thing to pay, that is, the genetic seeds implanted in his body must return to the battle group and be ready to be accepted by the next generation of aspiring people.
Only by harvesting the glands can the angels continue to survive. Without precious genetic seeds, they will not be able to fight against the emperor's enemies.
The pharmacist stretched out his extractor and stabbed the blade into the neck of the dead. When the end closed around the first reproductive gland, a stream of energy fluctuated along the length of the blade, accompanied by a damp hissing sound, the glands were sucked into the tube through the blade.
A green icon flashes at the corner of the pharmacist's helmet display, indicating that the glands have been safely recycled and frozen for delivery to the gene bank.
Then he activated his bone drill, as the second gland would be harder to reach.
"What the hell is going on, Belia?"
The grille mouthpiece on Azriel's helmet hardly filtered out the annoyance in his tone.
They stood among the embers of the battlefield, and the bodies of dismembered traitors were scattered on the floor, like madman's graffiti.
"A tactical squad lost contact when heading to the reconnaissance area D12, and when we found them, there was only one body."
"Where are the other bodies?"
"What?"
"A squad has ten brothers, we only found one, where are the others? They must be somewhere."
"It's strange, Supreme Tutor, but we don't have time."
Sappho turns monitor.
"The enemy is advancing from all directions, and their vanguards will contact us within eighteen minutes. We are too deep and there is no cover for friendly forces around."
"Then we have to hurry up, we have to find them, we have to retrieve their genetic seeds and mourn their deaths."
"What if their bodies were not here? What if they were taken away from here by a violent storm like ashes?"
Azriel's tone is undisclosed.
"Then we will mourn their losses and their genes, but we have to check them all the way first, we have to make sure."
Ezekiel, the director of the think tank of the battle group, stood next to the corpse for a while, then silently opened a holographic map. After a short sleeve, he spoke hoarsely:
"Here, only more than 600 meters away from the Governor's District, the ruins of Attica's cathedral, I think they should be there."
Azriel looked for a while, and then the interrogation priest spoke:
"A trap."
"If we leave the Governor's District, the enemy will choose to exchange fire with us here."
Sappho pointed to the hologram of the compound rotating in the air between him and the director of the think tank.
“I think this is a more likely target.”
Azriel studied the hologram and admitted that the priest was right that if the troops were sufficient, then attacking along the wide avenue along the main corridor would be suicide.
But if you leave this area, the situation will be different.
Will this be a trap?
"I'll take someone to see."
Finally, Belia said this sentence firmly.
"If they are there, then I will bring them back, whether they are alive or dead."