Behind Belial, the guns of the Deathwing Company continued to fire, desperately trying to hold the line of defense and prevent the Black Legion's attack.
The roar of lasguns and bolters crackled the air like lightning, a thunderous chatter.
After a period of fighting, the fighting spirit gradually gave way to calmness. Beria realized that the situation did not get better, but got worse. Most of the soldiers' ammunition had been exhausted.
"Don't fight! Keep moving!"
Belial brandished his sword with both hands and opened a path through the ranks of heretics.
The Silent Sword tore off the mutilated limbs from the ruined torso, rolling in the air like sickly hailstones, and enemies continued to attack in waves, trying to retain the Deathwings.
As powerful as they are, over time they will eventually be pulled to the ground, drowned by the tide of flesh and blood that attacks them.
The apothecary stretched out his arms, and his ceramic-wrapped limbs shattered the ribs and jaws of surrounding enemies.
Now they need to regain the initiative to keep the momentum going.
"follow me!"
Belial growled at the voice.
He bent his knees and threw himself forward into the sea of enemies, using his shoulder pads as a battering ram.
When Beria crashed into the crowd of heretics, countless bones and necks were broken, and a red status sign flashed on his monitor——
The momentum carried him forward ten more steps, knocking down a few more attackers, then he stood firm and started killing again.
"Grandmaster Belial!"
The technical sergeant's voice crackled in his ears.
"I found a shortcut!"
Beria didn't hear clearly and kept walking forward, his weapons blurring around him as he instinctively chopped off limbs.
The blood hummed in his veins and his heart roared like a choirmaster propelling him through death.
Overwhelmed by the din of battle, Belial eviscerated one enemy and tore out the belly of another, crushing a man under his boots and crushing a cultist's skull in an instant.
Thick gore splattered his armor, blood pooled around his legs, a forest of corpses piled at his waist, entrails sliding from their armor like crimson sleet.
"Master Belial! On the right! There is a passage on the right!"
Belial still didn't notice the Techmarine's call, his attention focused on the Chaos Space Marine trying to attack him with a pair of crackling warhammers.
Now surrounded by enemy warriors, besieged on all sides with no room for maneuver, he then blocked his attacker's swing with his Silent Sword, the weapons clashing against each other in a haze of fiery energy fields.
Belial felt his feet slip back under the force of the blow. The ground beneath his feet was smooth, churned into a paste by the constant blood and the heavy feet of the Space Marines.
He roared, pushing his knees down to steady himself as the beast continued to advance toward him, swinging the weapon again.
Beria got into its defense and smashed his head into its chin, followed by a sickening sound of bones shattering.
Then the Grand Master of the Deathwing reversed the attack, pressing his forehead down onto the attacker's face. The blow shattered the heretic's face, causing it to cry out in pain as shards of metal embedded in its skin.
It lowered its weapon and tried to reach out and remove the fragments from the flesh.
"Die!"
Beria punched his enemy in the chest with an uppercut. When he wrapped his fingers around the opponent's heart, it convulsed violently and blood poured from the broken mouth.
The Deathwing Master squeezed his hand, grinning as his heart exploded in his grasp.
He released his grip and decapitated another Brotherhood before the beast fell to the ground.
At this moment, Belia's retinal display flashed a constant warning sign as his armor sensed the incoming blast.
"Heresy! Come on!"
He grabbed the head of the nearest Black Legion heretic, and the giant traitor let out a muffled scream, his helmet deforming and twisting beneath his massive hands.
Belial's helmet's audio damper activated to protect his heart before a staccato explosion erupted around him.
"I am His weapon! He is my shield!"
When the enemy threw grenades at him, Beria screamed prayers through gritted teeth, scratched the opponent's head, and then threw the dirt and deformed corpse into the air like sparks from firecrackers.
Then the flames washed over him, burning the long strings of parchment on his armor.
The heat liquefied the ground beneath his feet, and his armored body sank further into the muddy soil.
Biometric data scrolled across his retina display, and the force of the shockwave strained some of his joints, but his armor remained strong.
At that moment, a pair of faded identification tags informed him that three more Deathwing Terminators had been killed.
"Rest in peace, brothers."
After the battle, the Chapter will collect their remaining armor and bring it to the Cathedral of Remembrance, where they will be mourned.
Ahead, he saw the pharmacist.
The apothecary was about to die. A burly scarlet slayer stood beside the fallen Dark Angel, his murderous intent clearly evident.
Belial roared, throwing his sword onto the Chaos Space Marine's back.
The heretic roared and dived forward under the impact of the impact.
"Stand up and kill him!"
The Chaos Space Marine turned his back to the Apothecary and reached for the sword on his back. The Apothecary used his last bit of strength to thrust the sword upwards and pierced the opponent's neck.
The enemy's body shuddered, then died, and the Apothecary caught the body before it fell, pulling it over to use as a shield against the two Chaos Space Marines who immediately opened fire on him.
He drew the dead warrior's bolter and felled the attacker with a well-aimed shot.
"Move! I'll cover you!"
Belial drew his sword and helped the apothecary back to his feet.
Only then did he notice that the technical sergeant had been calling him.
"Master Belial! Here!"
The technical sergeant stood in front of an open blast door. He was summoning Beria and was unaware of the attacker.
By the time he realized that a Chaos Space Marine was behind him, it was too late. When the opponent's power sword was about to split his head, the servo harness behind the technical sergeant flashed violently, and the servo arm automatically reversed its direction to block it.
After a moment, the servo arm with its cable cut off hung down feebly.
In the nick of time, the Techmarine turned to face the enemy, spun forward, and tore the Blood Gear from the enemy's shoulders and from his chest.
This gave him a breather.
"Go here!"
Beria raised his sword and took on the responsibility of the rearguard, while the body he had planned to take away could only be temporarily put down.
The Deathwings passed through the bloody battlefield and quickly entered the passage opened by the technical sergeant.