At this time, another group of cultists rushed up. The pastor reached for the other guy's throat with his hand, lifted the little thing's feet off the ground, and crushed his windpipe.
Several explosive bombs exploded around the priest, and more angels joined in the melee fight.
Breaking through the crude bunker, the Space Marines attacked the heretics with monomolecular blade chainswords and combat daggers.
Surprisingly, the remaining dozen cultists did not intend to give up the fight. They roared war cries and curses and threw themselves into the melee.
The dark evil god gave them the courage to face the angel of death.
But Yazdan would tell them that such courage is fragile.
He waved his arms vigorously and smashed the skulls of mortals with his scepter, almost splitting the bodies apart.
He then slammed his shoulder into three or four cultists who had gathered together, hitting one of them on the head and pushing him against the wall, crushing the bones and enveloping him in the eruption of concrete smoke.
He then used his arm to hook and twist the neck of the remaining person to ensure the kill, and then threw the limp body to the ground.
When he turned around, he saw Ustad pulling his sword out of a cultist's chest, splattering flesh and bone fragments on the corridor railing.
"The upper passage has been cleared."
After speaking on the communication channel, Yazdan approached the arch at the end of the corridor and entered the inner chamber of the cathedral.
Ustad separated the team, and he and Memphist followed the priest, while the rest waited in the corridor.
"Brother Pastor, you might want this."
Ustad said the bolt pistol he was holding, which he apparently found among the pile of corpses.
The priest murmured his thanks, took a new magazine from his belt with a bang, and at the same time quickly glanced to the other side of the arch, searching for traces of the enemy.
A corridor leads to the north end of the cathedral. The windows on the right are all broken, and the half-open door leads to the archives room on the left.
There was no sign of the enemy here. Yazdan immediately closed the scepter's stance to save energy and nodded to his comrades to move forward.
"Check and clean all rooms."
He warned his comrades this way.
"Beware of traps, no one knows what these dirty heretics are doing here."
Ustad stepped forward and kicked open the nearest door, while Memphist continued to guard the corridor.
Space Marines burst into the room, ready to fire.
Inside, everything was turned upside down.
The lighting table and low stools were all smashed, tattered manuscripts were scattered all over the floor, writing tools were piled up in a mess under the broken door of a locker, and there were profanities and profanities graffitied in black and red ink on the walls.
symbol.
Green, yellow, purple, blue and other colors were splashed all over the walls, and the floor and ceiling became an entertainment venue for carnival and indulgence.
"These damn scum."
Looking at all this, Yazdan murmured to himself.
He had anticipated such an act of sacrilege and prepared himself for the worst, but it still shocked him to find that the documents about the Emperor's great deeds in this room were treated in this way.
It was originally a place of order, a peaceful enclave in the Dark Galaxy, where people focused on contemplating the Emperor's teachings, his wisdom, and the teachings of war.
Now it looks like this.
His attention was drawn to a small piece of parchment, with wrinkles and signs of burns on the edges.
He hung the scepter on his belt and picked up the piece of paper, on which he could make out a partially blurred illustration at the edge, and smiled ironically.
"Obedience and Punishment."
He read the first line aloud.
"I swear to serve you, the God-Emperor of mankind. Everything about me is at your disposal, because my faith is extremely firm. I swear to remain firm and absolutely loyal. If I violate it, I am willing to let the darkness take away my soul."
The rest was unrecognizable, but Yazdan had already remembered it.
As he continued to read from memory, his voice gradually turned into a roar.
"Holy Emperor, please listen to my prayer, guide this bullet, master its truth, let it tear apart their steel and fragile armor, tear their timid skin, and give the enemy in your sight the heaviest blow.
Bar!"
He crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it to the ground, picked up his scepter again, activated the weapon, and the blue light filled the entire room.
"The most despicable crime has been committed, my brothers."
Pastor Nu shouted:
"They betrayed their sacred oath and attacked a world under the patronage of the Emperor, the holy cathedral of the Lord of Mankind, an extension of the Golden Throne, part of the great spirit of Mankind."
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The heavy breathing of the soldiers echoed in the channel, and their blood boiled with passion from the priest's roar.
"It is not only our duty but also our right to impose just punishment on those who have committed crimes!"
Ustad and other Space Marines responded one after another.
"Kill all these rebels!"
After inciting the killing intent of the soldiers, Yazdan continued to move on the upper floor of the church.
The next two rooms were also ransacked, and there were no enemies left to accept punishment for their actions.
When the angels left the third room, Yazdan suddenly stopped.
He listened carefully, and his automatic sensory system seemed to detect something - grunting and scratching coming from the next room.
“Interesting development.”
the priest commented.
"The heretics are trying to ambush us?"
"There is a subtle mismatch between their thoughts and actions."
When the sound of something falling on the wooden floor came from the next room, Usta replied with a low smile.
"Give them the cruelest death."
Yazdan hissed.
"Memphis."
The Space Marine raised his flamethrower in confirmation, his silver-gray armor reflecting a dazzling blue halo.
After cautiously approaching, Yazdan kicked open the door and shouted:
"Destroy the heretics!"
He saw a group of cultists crawling from their hiding places behind overturned lecterns and tables, and was shocked by the sudden appearance of the priest.
Ustad then threw a grenade towards the back of the room, where it bounced off the wall several times before hitting the ground.
Yazdan took a step back when the grenade exploded. The grenade's fragments suddenly filled the room, and thick smoke and metal fragments violently poured out from the doorway.
A moment later, Memphist stood at the door and used a flamethrower to pour white-hot promethium fuel into the copy room.
The crackle of the flames immediately covered up the horrified wails of the cultists in the room.
The Space Marine swung the flamethrower from side to side, spraying everything with sticky fuel, setting the wood, parchment, and flesh in the room on fire.
Only when every surface in the room was ablaze did he release the trigger, holster the weapon, and step back to let the others enter the inferno.
The priest rushed into the room surrounded by flames. He could feel the temperature of the surrounding flames, but the integrity reading on the power armor showed that the surrounding flames were still within a tolerable range.
He did not shoot those who screamed and danced wildly in the fire, but watched indifferently as their clothes were scorched.
They tear at hair, skin, and any burning attachments.
But it doesn't help.
When the promethium fuel was almost exhausted, the priest found that the place where he stood was scorched black, with flickering firelight everywhere.
The heretic's bones were piled up in a mess, with large pieces of charred flesh still attached to them. The boiling bone marrow and blood were still hissing, and underneath was a large puddle of burnt fat.
"The Spire has been confirmed safe and we have the town square under control."
Walking to the edge of the window, Yazdan sent a message to Soshyan.