Chapter 2819 Killing the enemy and protecting the people will never end with bloodshed (6)
Just as Sullivan finished speaking, the boy suddenly stood up on tiptoes and stretched out his hand. He was stunned for a moment and wanted to dodge, but in the end he made no move and just let the other person's little hand touch his torn chin and scars.
"Lord Angel...doesn't this hurt?"
"It's okay, Sanguinius will make us forget the pain."
The boy took back his hand, felt in his pocket, and finally took out a crumpled paper ball, bit it open with his teeth, and took out a small, dirty amber-shaped square.
"Lord Angel, my mother often said when she was alive that the pain will not go away after eating candy. This is my last piece of maltose...can I give it to you?"
Sullivan was silent for a moment and nodded.
"Thank you."
He took the candy from the boy and put it in his mouth. After chewing it twice, tears fell from the corners of his eyes and he choked:
"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect your family...I'm sorry..."
"No! Lord Angel, you have saved many people!"
The boy shook his head and said loudly:
"I want to be like you! Sanguinius is also Garibaldi's role model!"
Sullivan forced a smile and touched his head.
"Is your name Garibaldi? It's a very good name, kid. Come on."
The boy turned around and started running towards the boarding port. Sullivan stood up with difficulty, but the severe pain that followed caused him to fall forward.
"Company Commander!"
"I...I'm fine..."
After being helped up, Sullivan waved his hand.
"Now we have to guard the boarding platform and not let the Tyranids get close to the transport ship."
Turning around, he led the remaining eleven people of the third company to the platform where he was before. At this time, Tyranid's sea of insects was clearly visible. Apparently they had also discovered the most convenient attack route. The last remaining ones on this planet were
A bit of flesh is attracting them, and a tidal wave of alien filth pours into the boarding area, led by the same roaring Executioner, their shells have burn marks, and even the loading area trembles as they scream in anger
Got up.
But standing in front of the sea of insects, there were only twelve broken bright yellow figures.
Sullivan lost his sword and could only draw the bolt pistol at his waist.
"Brothers, the burden will soon be lifted from our shoulders. Our service to the Emperor is complete, but now we fight for hope and mercy."
"We die with honor for those we hold dear!"
Eleven wailers chanted in unison, and the opalids swarmed up the steps, followed by something worse.
The explosive bombs began to shoot waves of dirty flesh. When flesh and metal collided, death was the result, but their number was too few and their bullets were too few.
"Emperor, I have not disappointed you."
Sullivan prayed one last time to the distant throne, his bolt pistol trembling in his hand as he fired, as if in melancholy response.
The battle soon descended into close combat. Even in desperate situations, the soldiers still defended their company commander to the death. Surrounded by a sea of insects, they could only fight back with sharp blades and heavy punches.
Soon, one warrior was sacrificed, torn into pieces by the swift claws, and the other was pierced in the neck. Finally, holding the last grenade, he rolled into the sea of insects, and returned to Sanguinius after a violent explosion.
Under the wings.
After Sullivan ran out of bullets, he picked up the chainsword of the fallen man. He heard the roar of the propeller and smiled on his face. The mission had been completed and the goal had been achieved.
"Come on, bastards!"
He slashed hard, splitting the carapace and tearing apart the flesh, ignoring the scars carved by the fangs and claws on his armor and body.
Blood, blood everywhere, and soon the Tyranids' ichor wrapped around Sullivan's tattered armor like a second skin, shards of chitin even blocking the chainsword's blunt teeth, making it roar
It got quiet, but he was still swinging like a stick.
Gradually, the weapons of the brothers fell silent, and their anger was extinguished by the tide of enemies. Countless knife bugs surrounded him, roaring like crazy hounds.
An inexplicable black anger enveloped his consciousness, making his brain boil, and a roar of uncontrollable anger came from his lips——
Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!
But suddenly, the darkness disappeared again, and there was only an endless sea of insects in front of him.
Suddenly, a knife bug bit his wrist, and he no longer had the other hand to shake it off.
call out--
A laser flashed and hit the knife insect on the forehead. The limp body then slid down, and Sullivan turned his head in surprise.
"Come on! If you are a man, come on!!!"
The previously dispersed militiamen were back again. There were nearly a hundred of them, and the transport ship farther away had begun to tremble violently, which was a precursor to takeoff.
The leader of the militia was a young man armed with a homemade laser gun. He was the man who was almost killed by Sullivan as a deserter. He shouted while shooting at the insect swarm. Others around him also used various weapons, even
Throwing knives attack these little bugs.
"You...you..."
The man came to Sullivan and said while shooting:
"Sir, thank you for saving my wife and child. I finally understand what you meant. I can't let my child know that his father is a coward, let alone abandon the angel who saved us.
If I run away alone, at least when I return to the throne, I can serve you and repay your great kindness."
Sullivan blinked, and suddenly he smiled calmly. The emperor finally gave him the last mercy, and everything the three companies paid was worth it after all.
"Thanks..."
Roars and vibrations were heard, and the brutal beasts reached the top of the platform.
The amputated Space Marines holding chainswords and the militiamen holding laser guns stood together, facing the towering monster, the most terrifying predator in the galaxy. Even though the monster's shadow enveloped them, it still did not shake their determination.
.
"We die with honor for those we hold dear!"
Two different voices roared with the same roar, rushing towards their glory and destiny——
Behind them, the transport ship finally rushed towards the only gap in the sky that was not occupied by biological warships in the flames of the engine. Although the gargoyles would try to harass it, with the help of the heat generated by the friction of the atmosphere, it was enough to throw it away.
All the pursuers have reached the orbit...
"Merciful Sanguinius..."
Malakin murmured in pain in the darkness, and then he felt something making a slight noise, which seemed to be some kind of distant mocking.
Lamenter? Look at you, standing among us in yellow, like a coward in a sea of blood.
Suddenly, the ground under his feet began to tremble, and the smell of blood floated in the wind. Malakin raised his head and looked back at the ground. He was surrounded by bright yellow corpses. Then he saw the red clouds covering the sky. He heard something like
With a sound like rolling thunder, the scene of the future came again. The whole picture of the future ran through his mind, and a chill flowed down his spine.