Behind Belia, the Deathwing Company's guns continued to fire, trying desperately to defend the defense line and prevent the Black Legion's attack.
The roar of laser guns and bomb guns crackled in the air like lightning, chattering like thunder.
After a period of fighting, the fighting spirit gradually gave way to calm down. Belia realized that the situation was not getting better, but was getting worse and worse, and most of the soldiers' ammunition had already bottomed out.
"Don't fight! Keep moving!"
Beria waved his sword with both hands and opened a path among the heretics.
The Sword of Silence tear off the broken limbs from the destroyed torso and rolled in the air like sick hail, while the enemy still came in waves, trying to keep the Death Wings.
Although they are powerful, they will eventually be pulled to the ground over time and drowned in the tide of flesh and blood that attack them.
The pharmacist stretched out his arms, and his ceramic-wrapped limbs smashed the ribs of the surrounding enemies and smashed his chin.
Now they need to regain the initiative to maintain momentum.
"Come with me!"
Beria roared at the voice.
He bent his knees and threw himself forward into the enemy's sea of people, using his shoulder pads as a siege hammer.
When Beria crashed into the heretic crowd, countless bones and necks broke, while a red status sign flashed on his monitor-
The motivation took him forward ten steps, knocked down several attackers, and then stood firm and started the massacre again.
"Beria's great mentor!"
The voice of the technician crackled in his ears.
"I found a shortcut!"
Beria did not hear clearly and continued to move forward, his weapon blurring around him as he instinctively cut off his limbs.
Blood buzzed in his veins, his heart roaring, like the choir's conductor pushing him through death.
Belia had been flooded with the hustle and bustle of battle. He took out one enemy's internal organs and tore off the belly of another enemy, stomped one under his boots, and instantly crushed the skull of a cultist.
Thick blood splattered over his armor, blood gathered around his legs, the forest of corpses stacked at his waist, and internal organs slid off their armor like crimson sleet.
"Beria's great mentor! On the right side! There is a passage on the right side!"
Beria still didn't notice the call of the technical sergeant, focusing on the Chaos Space Marine who was trying to attack him with a pair of crackling warhammers.
He is now surrounded by enemy warriors, surrounded by enemies, with no room for maneuvering, and then uses his Silence Sword to block the attacker's wielding, weapons colliding with each other in the haze of the blazing energy field.
Belia felt her feet slipping back under the force of the blow, and the ground under her feet was very smooth, stirred into a paste by constant blood and heavy Space Marine's feet.
He growled, pressing down his knees to stabilize himself, the beast continued to push towards him, swinging his weapon again.
Belia hit his defense, smashed her head toward its chin, and then there was the disgusting sound of bone shattering.
Then the Dead Winged Master turned the attack and pressed his forehead down on the attacker's face, shattering the heretic's face, and screaming in pain as the metal fragments embedded in its skin.
It put down its weapon and tried to reach out to remove the fragments from its flesh.
"Die!"
Beria hit the enemy's chest with a hook punch, and it spasmed violently as he wrapped his fingers around the other's heart, blood pouring out of his broken mouth.
The Dead Wings mentor clenched his hands, grinning as his heart burst into his hands.
He let go of his hand and beheaded another heresy before the beast fell to the ground.
At this time, there was a continuous warning sign flashing on Beria's retina display because his armor felt the incoming bomb.
"Here! Come on!"
He grabbed the head of a recent heretic of the Black Legion, and the giant traitor let out a suppressed scream, his helmet twisted under the huge palm of his hand
Before a stuttering explosion erupted around him, Beria's helmet's audio damper was activated to protect his heart.
"I am His weapon! He is my shield!"
As the enemy threw grenades at him, Belia gritted her teeth and shouted prayers, shattered the other person's head with force, and then threw the dirt and deformed corpses into the air, like sparks burning from firecrackers.
Then the flames washed over him, burning down a long string of parchment on his armor.
The heat liquefied the earth under his feet, and his armored body sank further into the muddy soil.
Biometric data scrolled on his retina display, and the impact of the shock wave strained some joints, but his armor was still firm.
At this time, a pair of faded identity tags told him that three more Deathwing Terminators were killed.
"Rest in peace, brothers."
After the battle, the Chapter will collect their remaining armor and take them to the Memorial Cathedral, where they will be mourned.
In front, he saw the pharmacist.
The pharmacist was about to die, and a burly scarlet slaughter stood beside the fallen dark angel, with murderous intentions at a glance.
Beria roared, throwing his sword on the back of Chaos Space Marine.
The heresy roared and dived forward under the influence of the impact force.
"Stand up and kill him!"
Chaos Space Marine turned her back to the pharmacist and reached out to take the sword on his back. The pharmacist used his last little strength to stab the battle knife upwards and pierced the opponent's neck.
The enemy's body shook and then died, and the pharmacist grabbed it before the body fell, pulling it over as a shield against the two Chaos Space Marines who immediately fired at him.
He pulled out the dead warrior's explosive gun and shot accurately and knocked down the attacker.
"Move! I'll cover you!"
Beria drew his sword and helped the pharmacist stand up again.
Only then did he notice that the technical sergeant had been calling himself.
"Beria Grand Tutor! Here!"
The technical sergeant stood in front of an open explosion-proof door, and he was summoning Belia without realizing the sneak attacker.
When he realized that a Chaos Space Marine was behind him, it was too late, and when the opponent's power sword was about to split his head, the servo wire harness behind the technical sergeant flashed violently, and the servo arm automatically twisted the direction to block this, and then the servo arm, whose cable was cut off, hung weakly.
At the critical moment, the technical sergeant turned to face the enemy, rotated forward, tearing the blood gear off the enemy's shoulders and from the chest.
This made him breathe.
"Go here!"
Beria raised her sword and took on the responsibility of the palace's rear, and the body she had been preparing to take away before could only be temporarily put down.
The Death Wings traveled through the bloody battlefield and quickly entered the passage opened by the technical sergeant.