As the howling of the storm was locked outside, silence enveloped the abandoned church.
Beria walked to the front of the pharmacist, his eyes adapted to the changes of light, a string of angular glows flashing along the ceiling, and the corridor was filled with silent yellow light reserved for religious buildings and the residence of the Cardinal.
Afterwards, the Dead Winged Master smelled blood and touched the activation stud on the Silence Sword with his thumb.
“Get ready.”
The Terminators raised the Storm Blaster, allowing the scope to input the target data to the helmet display.
Everyone knows that it is best not to question Belia's intuition.
From the reception room, they entered the comfort hall, a long corridor, and there was a separate prayer room every few meters.
The dark angels then stopped, as the dried blood and flesh covered the metal floor in front of them, paving the way like a carpet of the Demon Prince generated by some subspace.
The pharmacist knelt on one knee, stretched out a probe from his medical box, and used it to scrape off a piece of blood.
When the probe completes analysis, a line of gene sequences flashes across his display.
"Leon."
The pharmacist smashed his fist to the ground, and the metal plate immediately cracked.
"This blood belongs to the missing brother."
Beria held the weapon tightly, her pulse began to speed up, and she swallowed hard.
"Emperor, please calm my anger."
When Beria suppressed the urge to tear the wall open, she silently carried the battle prayer on her back.
“The main church is located at the far end.”
The pharmacist said as the timing monitor flashed a warning on his monitor.
"There is still time left-"
"Go ahead behind me."
Beria activated his Silence Sword, and the force field attached to the blade stirred the air impatiently without making a sound.
This sword is one of the legendary swords of heaven, and this weapon can only be carried by members of the inner ring of the Dark Angel.
It is recorded that its sword blade was forged from the core of a meteorite. This meteorite hit Albarada, a barbaric world, and was later acquired by the Dark Angel, casting many powerful sharp blades.
The most powerful secret sword is carried by the battle group's highest mentor Azriel, while the Silent Sword and Sword carried by the Lord of Death Wings and the Silent Sword were forged with a small number of meteorites. The Silent Sword is also one of them. This weapon can absorb the sounds around and absorb it into its blade.
"If anyone shows up, shoot them."
Beria uttered this sentence from her tightly closed lips, then put the center of gravity lightly and bent her knees.
The pharmacist nodded and slammed a new magazine into his blaster.
"For Caliban!"
Beria ran, he accelerated, the servo in the Terminator buzzed, and the enhanced artificial muscles made him move forward at an astonishing speed, like an engine made of ceramic and rage.
A team of Deathwing Terminators followed him closely.
"Second room number one, confirm! Room number two, confirm!"
The Dead Wing Terminators ran and looked left and right, constantly updating the situation to Beria, while the optical and audio sensors of his armor checked and recorded the heartbeats of each prayer room.
"No. 3—"
Suddenly, the laser stabbed Beria from both sides.
"Enemy attack, from five to nine o'clock."
Beria continued to run, ignoring the sporadic flames from the room.
Most of the shots hit far, and his powerful pace led him through the opening of the room before the attacker aimed.
Occasionally a few bullets brushed past his armor, but the paint was torn off from his armor, but the resentment at the death of his brother made him angry, and the sound amplifier of the helmet and the acoustic effect of the hall amplified his anger until it filled the entire corridor like the roar of some kind of terrifying beast.
"keep going."
Finally, Belia opened fire, his storm-blaster gun roared in his hands, and three traitors fell to the ground, their heads blew away from their malnourished shoulders.
“Safe at the rear.”
They were approaching the last group of prayer rooms, with the target overlay illuminating data, tracking the trajectory of three fist-sized things rolling into the corridor in front of him.
"Grenade!"
Beria yelled at everyone, and as the device exploded, the pharmacist plunged head-on into the nearest prayer room, avoiding the erosion of flames and shrapnel rolling from them.
Beria turned a blind eye to him. Although a series of warnings lit up on the retina display, he just blinked and turned it off - his armor was intact.
In front of him, the traitors fled in a hurry. After all, when the bone-white giant appeared unscathed from the sea of fire, they had lost any means and will to resist.
When the human bones broke under his huge body, Belia heard a low cry and a painful crack.
The Dead Winged Master snorted, pinched the dead man's skull and picked him up.
“Beria’s great mentor?”
The pharmacist's voice crackled in Belia's ear.
"I'm not injured."
Beria's gloves were covered in blood.
"The road ahead has been cleared, brother."
"No, there's one left, there."
Beria threw the traitor's head into the opposite room, and a man screamed, firing reflexively when the head fell.
The Dead Winged Mentor walked into the room and let his armor filter out the smell of feces.
A poor man was pressing the laser muzzle into his mouth, and his eyes were trembling as he looked up at the Dark Angel.
"Coward! You dare not even face death!"
Belia's roar made the man tremble and he pulled the trigger reflexively.
In an instant, a laser bullet exploded his skull and coated the wall behind him with overheated brain matter.
The pharmacist turned around from the body and pointed to the arched door of the church.
“We have to know what is behind those doors.”
Beria looked at the fusion marks on the church doors and someone welded them from outside.
He took a step back, then ran forward, ramming his armored shoulders into the welding line.
The metal is bent.
Then the Deathwing Master raised his knee and kicked him up.
The door clicked inward and opened.
As he walked into the room, a row of hanging lights suddenly lit up.
"Emperor..."
In the light, the wreckage of nine dark angels was decorated on the curving walls of the church, which were fixed in place by the blades of chainsaw swords, hanging like the faces of the saints in the church in the nightmare version. Their armor was dented and sunken by multiple impacts and tear, and the helmets were torn from their armor, breaking their goggles, leaving only a sunken shell on their faces, stained with bloody hair.
"Leon, save us."
The pharmacist was kneeling on one knee, shocking him by his blasphemy of his brother's body.
"By blood, return blood."
Beria whispered gritting her teeth and pulled out the ritual blade from the nearest body.