Chapter 2818 Killing the enemy and protecting the people will never end with bloodshed (5)
"Mommy mommy!"
"Karin, where are you!"
"My foot, my foot, please help me! Get my foot back!"
There were howls, screams, and calls all around. Karana, who was caught in the chaotic crowd, wanted to move forward, but her face was already covered with soot, her breathing was short, and the scorching heat seemed to hurt her lungs. Above her head,
The ceiling joists groaned and threatened to collapse at any moment.
"Walk!!!!!!!"
Sullivan roared into the sea of fire, smashed into the pile of rubble over and over again with one arm, and then kicked at the cross-collapsed metal beams. Although the smoke stung his eyes, he still tried his best.
Create a path.
"Cover your mouth, bend down, and speed up!"
Many people did as they were told, bending down and covering their mouths with clothes to quickly cross the area. Karana followed closely behind the crowd, but she did not have her hands to cover her mouths, so she could only cover the child's face with a sweat towel.
She coughed hard and retched, trying to hold her child and rush out of this burning hell. The flames crackled around her, and many pipes expanded and shattered under the high temperature, emitting a series of violent explosions.
Just as Karana was about to pass, the ceiling above her sank suddenly.
"ah--"
But her scream was stuck in her throat, because the angel dropped his sword and used one hand to prop up the ceiling that was about to collapse. The huge weight forced him to bend down, and the flames burned his armor, and even
The bandage on his head was set on fire, but he did not waver at all. He just gritted his teeth and squeezed out one word.
"quick--"
Karana struggled to stand up, and all she could do was pray to the God-Emperor, hoping that the angel would be safe and sound.
After all the living people passed through, Sullivan found that he could no longer move. Now he was half-kneeling on the ground, using his back and shoulders to support the metal structure weighing several tons. He could even hear the sound of the power armor.
Wails and the sound of his own bones exploding——
"Emperor..."
With his head lowered, Sullivan felt the increasingly heavy pressure behind him. He could only gasp, saliva mixed with blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and murmured:
"I've tried my best..."
"Company Commander!"
A voice woke him up from his trance, and the heavy burden on his body instantly relaxed a lot.
"come out faster!"
Sullivan seized the opportunity and rolled, followed by a loud noise. When he stood up, he found that there was a ruins behind him. Human limbs and broken arms and Tyranids carapace fragments could be seen everywhere in the burning metal ruins.
Farther away, a huge four-legged Tyranid beast with a smoking biological cannon on its back was slowly moving forward.
This giant Tyrannic siege creature was witnessed during the First Tyrannic War and named Flame Eater. As the name suggests, they often appear on the battlefield, feeding on the dead and wounded, or directly devouring them.
Metal and rocks. When facing enemies, flame-eating insects will use the biological flamethrowers grown on their bodies to shoot fireballs at the enemy. If they are killed directly, the volatile pus in their bodies may trigger a huge explosion, destroying the enemy.
Everything around him was reduced to ashes, which was extremely difficult to deal with.
Whenever it roars, a hot fireball will spurt out from the muzzle, and soon set off a violent explosion in the airport.
Sullivan gasped for a moment, coughed up a mouthful of black blood, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and turned to look at the soldiers who came to rescue him.
There are only eleven people left in the entire third company, and there are a total of twelve people including him, and almost every one of them has reached the point where they must be sent to the medical cabin immediately, but everyone is still standing, even if they are wearing power armor.
It was almost torn apart, even though it lost its limbs, even though the handsome face inherited from Sanguinius was corroded by strong acid, leaving only a lump of rotten flesh.
Everyone was still standing, but it was a pity that Sullivan did not see the pharmacist, which meant that the gene seeds of most of the soldiers in the third company were completely lost.
This is the most unacceptable loss for him, and he cannot explain it to the Chapter Leader...
"How is the evacuation situation...?"
Sullivan looked at the company's flag bearer. He was still holding the company flag tightly, and the armor of his right foot had been completely torn apart by an unknown force. It could be seen that half of the sole of the foot was missing, making it difficult for him to walk.
The company flag, which symbolized the company's glory, was also riddled with holes due to strong acid corrosion, and was almost like a tattered piece of cloth.
"Most of them have been evacuated. Only one transport ship is left. The engine area was hit by the enemy and is undergoing emergency repairs. It is said that it can be repaired in a few minutes..."
"How many minutes..."
Sullivan dragged his tired body towards the spot where the last transport ship was parked. Suddenly, with a scream, a little boy crawled out of the overturned oil drum in horror. Apparently, he had been hiding inside.
This clever little guy was holding a wooden stick and a toy sword in his trembling hands. He was probably only nine to ten years old.
"Angel...need help?"
Sullivan patted the child's head gently.
"Go to a safe place quickly, okay kid?"
They took the boy through a passage full of blood and arrived at the take-off area. The transport ship was parked here. Not far away were the screaming knife bugs. The automatic weapons temporarily installed on it were shooting wildly around. There was also a
The boarding gate was not closed, and some people were helping the wounded into the ship. At this time, more than 50,000 frightened old men, women and children crowded into the ship, squeezing themselves into shadows and dark corners, praying to the Emperor.
Their husbands and brothers are either dead or dying and being devoured by aliens.
"Three minutes...They only have three minutes at most...or...we can only delay them for three minutes..."
Sullivan stared at the transport ship, then turned around and took the flag from the flagman, carefully removed the flag, folded it up, then turned around and endured the pain, squatted down, and whispered to the boy:
"Kid, can you help us with something?"
The boy blinked. A bloody giant was so close to him, especially his face, which had been burned by the fire and was already bloody and miserable. This made him instinctively fearful and his body trembled slightly, but he still managed to nod.
.
Sullivan forced a smile. He knew that he must look ugly now, so he didn't care about the other party's reaction and just handed over the flag.
"Please bring this to the captain, and ask him to help me pass it on to the Chapter Master of the Lamenters Chapter, and convey a message that the Third Company has lived up to the blood of Sanguinius."
The boy hesitated for a moment, put the wooden sword behind his waist, took the banner, and asked:
"Lord Angel, Sanguinius... what is it?"
"He...he is the kindest, bravest, most just, and most selfless angel. He is our eternal role model and role model."