Under the order of the regiment leader, the heavy weapons team of the 227th Regiment immediately opened fire, with heavy explosive shells and laser cannons aimed at the possessed warriors. However, the speed of this thing was astonishingly fast, and it could pass through a distance of several hundred meters in a few seconds. Occasionally,
If a bullet hits it, it will only make a more piercing cry.
The cry didn't seem loud, but it was so penetrating that many Mordian soldiers directly covered their ears, causing the defensive firepower to be instantly reduced a lot.
"Soldier, don't let heresy overcome you!"
Thabo Morris held the sword, picked up a Mordian who was sitting on the ground in pain with his hands covering his ears, and shook him vigorously.
"Fight! Remember your oath!"
In fact, the sound was also intruding on Thabo Morris, as if there were hundreds of claws scratching at the blackboard, and he was holding on.
At this time, he thought of someone.
"Pastor! Where's the pastor! Juerlich!"
"I'm here!"
The priest, who had a fleshy face and a strong body, had torn his robe into strips, and was holding a chain sword and a mace, and he quickly ran to his captain.
"Now is the time when you really want to fight. Can you let everyone hear your voice?"
"Can!"
"Then use your loudest voice to spread the Emperor's holy message! Drive heresy from our ears!"
"good!"
The priest immediately put on a loudspeaker mask, then picked up the battlefield greeting tied to a chain around his waist and began to chant loudly.
Immortal God-Emperor, please sympathize with our trivial suffering.
Lord of the Galaxy, please protect your flock trapped in the alien.
Guardian of light, please use your light to guide our dark paths.
We are your warriors, we are your servants,
No hypocrisy, no lies, no arrogance!
With the help of a loudspeaker, the priest's voice spread to the farthest reaches of the battlefield, and Thabo Morris also shouted on the communication channel.
"Soldiers! Let's chant together! Remember the hatred, maintain hostility, accumulate anger, and give this to those who are unclean, those aliens, and those mutants!"
With your pain and blood and tears,
With your golden throne and your death,
With your destruction and the reappearance of the God of Man,
Protect us and make us strong,
We swear to fight for you.
The chants of thousands of Mordian soldiers formed a vast and loud sound, and the monster's screams gradually disappeared from their ears, making the originally chaotic team become firm again.
However, these sounds also completely angered the possessed warrior, and it rushed forward desperately, even though heavy explosive shells and laser cannons blasted it into pieces.
With a bang, it crashed directly through the iron protective wall.
However, what greeted it was——
"Fire!"
With a command, two multi-tube hot melts were activated at the same time, and the plasma coming from the left and right instantly swallowed up the enchanted warriors who had not yet reacted - these two heavy-duty plasmas produced by Reza were used to deal with possible enemy vehicles.
The trump card finally played a key role.
Thabo Morris was not happy when his plan succeeded, because the enemy's large force, under the premise of attracting firepower from the possessed warriors, had already reached the temporary wall and used explosives to blow out several gaps, and more Chaos Space Marines were coming.
The figure appeared in the distance of the team.
"Line up!"
He did not let the soldiers stay on the wall, which would only become targets for enemy bombs.
The Mordians quickly lined up at the main gate of the defense line. When the enemy pushed down the gate and tried to rush in, they were immediately defeated by the intensive laser fire of the Mordian Iron Guards side by side.
However, there were too many enemies, tens of thousands of them, and the laser gun could not stop them at all, so Thabo Morris raised his command sword and roared:
"Fire the bayonet!"
"kill!"
The Mordian Iron Guards roared angrily, held the laser guns in their hands, and rushed towards the enemy with neat steps with their muddy and blood-stained leather boots. They were as unstoppable as a high blue wall, even if they were faced with several times the enemy.
They will never give in to their opponents!
After Tu'shan entered the upper lair, he found that the situation was more serious than expected. It was not just the Chaos Space Marines, but something even worse was developing and growing.
The ignited building burned like a torch, some primordial substance pouring down from the walls, liquid fire bursting like multicolored magma from the warp's twisted and molten emotions.
The body writhed in the fire, naked and twisted, waving its hands wildly, and then the torn human figure rose up on the fire like ashes, emitting a shrill scream as it merged with the ripples of flames.
The steel glowed red under the high temperature, and the floor was filled with charred bones and charred corpses. Something was twisting in the ashes. It looked like a snake-like creature, with soft and boneless limbs, whipping and coiling.
Bodies on the walls and pillars of fire danced an almost maniacal dance among the victims.
The ignited madman spoke meaninglessly in the flames. Those who still retained the ability to move had their eyeballs or internal organs ripped out of their bodies. Those who were unable to do this were nailed to death.
Affixed to their Totem of Destruction and twisted into shape.
"The heretics performed blasphemous sacrificial rites."
Tu'shan has seen fields like this before, they're always different because chaos doesn't work the same way twice, but ultimately they're made of madness, the manifestation of fools and madmen who succumb to twisted promises
.
This is the twisted madness and evil that Salamanders have been battling for ten thousand years.
"Bros!"
Tu'shan shouted, raising his heavy hammer.
"The enemy lurks here, unaware of their impending death! Let the Emperor's cold fury extinguish this unholy fire!"
The Fire Dragon Company followed Tu'shan's footsteps through the flames. It was really like fighting in a crematorium. The flames curled on the scales of the ash cloak, making it shine in the firelight. The high temperature that is fatal to ordinary people, in the fire
For lizards, it's just commonplace.
Then the bolt fire descended upon the twisted daemons dancing in the flames - twitching and hiding like sea creatures harassed by predators.
"Who will face the true fire? Or will the damn warp just spit out cowards and trash?"
The answer is the burning hands pulled out from the waterfall-like flames. Each of the demons has more than a dozen evil eyes, with fishy red scales emitting billowing smoke, and asymmetrical sharp fangs in their mouths.
Hissing venom.
"The vanguard advances with volley!"
Almost before the first finger on the trigger fell, the daemons were among the salamanders. They tried to surround the Space Marines with their serpentine bodies. The bolts shattered some of them, but other daemons emerged from the dense mass.
They glide through the gunfire as if they don't exist in the real world at all.
A demon passed through the flames and rushed towards Tu'shan like an arrow. The Salamander Chapter Leader smashed his weapon into its ribs, and the ancient sacred hammer tore open the demon's body and rushed all the way into its body.
He smashed the opponent directly into the ground and turned into a ball of thick smoke.
"go ahead!"
After Tu'shan smashed a demon with his second hammer, he let out a loud roar.