The body of the dead dark angel fell to the ground and made a dull roar, and Belia stared at the deep hole in the church walls, and the blades had passed through the outer rock into the metal bracket behind.
"This requires a lot of effort to do it, and I'm afraid that mortals won't do it."
The pharmacist nodded and turned his eyes to the secret room. The plaster finish and artificial bricks of the walls were not damaged, and the stone slabs that paved the way to the tall wooden altar had no flaws, and only a wrong drop of blood left a black spot.
"They weren't killed here."
The pharmacist stood up.
"There is no sign of fighting, and someone has brought them here."
The pharmacist struggled to speak, gritting his teeth in anger.
"After killing them."
"Captain of the Battle Team."
On the other side, Belia spoke with Azriel through voice, and as he waited for a response, the static hiss filled his ears.
"Oh, this damn storm."
The Dead Winged Master slammed the wall and smashed it into ashes.
"Report."
Finally, more than ten seconds later, Azriel's voice sounded.
“We have cleared out of the church.”
Belia paused for a moment, and at the same time, another static snorted through the voice link.
"Our nine brothers are lying here."
"state?"
"It's all dead."
Beria took her eyes away from the body and glared at the Aquila carved on the floor, her fists clenched angrily.
"Show me the scene."
Beria activated the visual feedback of the helmet, and he turned his head in the room and transferred the contents recorded by his optical system to others.
For a long time, the voice links fell into silence.
"Pharmacist, go get what you want, Belia, and return after recovering the genetic seeds of the corpse."
Azriel's voice croaked in another static sound.
They had set out for sixteen minutes, and the time continued to count down the edge of the peripheral display. According to the reality of the tactical bird, the enemy had begun to clash with the outposts deployed by the Dark Angels in the Governor's District.
"Let them do it."
Beria roared and ordered people to install the hot melt bomb on the beam supporting the ceiling.
The impact is directional, ensuring that the shock waves will travel along the corridor away from where he and Mikos are.
"Then, this is filthy."
The pharmacist whispered while reclaiming genetic seeds:
"How could it be possible to defeat our brothers? Those weak people could hardly lift a chainsaw sword, let alone smash it into a hard rock."
Beria brought the enemy movement to the front of the helmet display, and the passage of time was accompanied by the passage of time, which ticked slowly and deliberately, like the dying person's difficult breathing.
"The Emperor is merciful, I hope we can find the answer."
Soon, the pharmacist recovered the seeds, and the bodies of the fallen soldiers were temporarily stored next to the pedestal under the Emperor's Holy Elephant. When the battle ended, they would bring the bodies of their brothers back to Caliban for burial.
Beria came out of the annex of the church and noticed sensitively that the blade of the Silence Sword was rippling slightly.
This means there is a noise around it.
Then he used his eyes to search for suspicious signals around him.
"Note that there may be enemies."
"Beria, ignore them, return to my position, and within five minutes the main force will attack us."
Azriel's voice rang out in time.
“There is a situation.”
Suddenly, red light spots flashed on Belia's display screen, and the Deathwing Terminator next to him immediately adjusted the assault gun in his hand to the firing speed. When the automatic loader loaded them, multiple gun barrels made metal roars.
"enemy!"
The word roared out of the mouth of the Dead Winged Master, and a large number of Chaos Space Marines were approaching from a high place with their jet packs, and their descent speed did not decrease at all.
"Eliminate heresy!"
The assault guns and heavy bomb barrels burned, illuminating the sky like a miniature star explosion when launched.
Chaos Space Marine flew directly into the missile, and the first three died in an instant, and their armor and flesh were torn apart by endless armor-piercing bombs.
When the assault guns opened fire, Belia had passed two-thirds of the yard. He ventured to look up at the sky and saw the red power armor of the enemy, their breastplate covered with brass and demons, roaring at him from the darkness.
Scarlet Slayer!
Beria had a similar guess in her mind for a long time, and only these abominable bastards would do such a thing!
A bomb hit the nearest traitor Space Marine, blowing his propeller into flames.
The enemy warrior was driven by previous momentum and turned down toward Belia. The Deathwing Master waved his sword angrily, passing through the wounded Chaos Space Marine's chest, tearing the opponent in half.
He continued to move, and the huge weapon tore the body of another enemy, who hit the ground in front of him a moment later.
Belia bit her lips and savored her blood while rushing towards the upcoming massacre.
Suddenly, a warning rune appeared on his helmet monitor.
"Plasma!"
The pharmacist's warning came too late, and two plasma weapons suddenly broke out, firing two plasmas at the Dead Wing Grand Tutor.
Belia backed back and dodged one shot, but when another shot hit his thigh, he had to kneel down on one knee.
The plasma did not penetrate his Seiko power armor, but it damaged the transmission structure.
The great mentor moved on the ground immediately when the bullet hit, and then a blast hit his shoulder armor and ejected it onto his helmet, almost breaking through his eyepiece.
Atoke fell down, his breastplate was shattered by a series of explosions, and he put down his bomb gun powerlessly.
"For Caliban!"
Beria took the storm shield from behind and stood up again.
When the ruthless bullet hit the shield, anger drove him to move forward. These weapons ignored other Deathwing Terminators and focused on the direct threat of Belia, but the guys in the hands of the Deathwing were not vegetarians, heavy bombs, assault guns, and plasma cannons were blocked towards the Scarlet Slaughter like a pouring rain, causing them to pay a huge price for their contempt.
In an instant, seven or eight Chaos Space Marines fell down.
Atok's armor shattered like glass under the ruthless attack, the dead flesh-torcher's head whirled over his body, his legs and arms were pulped into flesh.
Beria roared as she approached the two traitors, raised her pistol and shot her in the chest.
Their bodies bounced back, and the blood and internal organs splattered with air.
The third blocked his way, and he knocked him to the side and slashed the other person's head with a sword.
A panicked traitor was trying to operate a plasma gun, but the overheating caused by frequent shooting caused an explosion, instantly tearing open the traitor's chest, shattering his sternum, and stopping his heart from beating.
Beria went straight forward and saw another traitor holding a plasma pistol.
The man fired, the great mentor drooped his shoulders to avoid shooting, and the plasma bullet burned in the air, melting the wall behind his just-place.
"I use—"
Belia fired a shot, and before the traitor finished speaking, his bullet had penetrated the opponent's head.
"We are not interested in listening to your heretic God's name, heretic!"