The abominations retreat without warning, and their intentions are unknown.
Yarrick's troops achieved results, but so did the daemons and heretics, and the Astra Militarum suffered heavy casualties.
Then the demons disappeared from the battlefield, or rather they disappeared in the direction of the cathedral.
Yarick clearly realized that this was definitely not a retreat, but a precursor to an attack.
Those abominations rent the air with their terrible songs, and he could sense a catastrophe, something dark about to be satisfied.
But he couldn't think about it any longer.
The demons are too fast, and the Chimera at full power may be able to barely catch up and break through the waves of the cultists, but this means leaving the infantry behind.
Alex didn't want to distract himself from a possible trap.
Demons abandoned their human slaves.
The cultists were running, but much slower than the demons. Looking at these poor treacherous people, Alex felt deep hatred and contempt.
In the cultists' frenzied hymns, he heard elements he had never discovered before.
The songs were not as strange as he had first thought, and there were some familiar hymn fragments in them, which made him even angrier when he recognized them.
Do these creatures still believe they serve the God-Emperor?
No.
Alex made up his mind.
They no longer know how to think.
"Kill the traitor!"
The political commissar shouted:
"Burn them!"
His orders were unnecessary, as the soldiers were working hard to chase down the fleeing cultists, harvesting them with laser guns and flamethrowers.
But hatred needs to be expressed more fully.
These creatures had strayed from the Emperor's light, a crime unthinkable to the faith of the Ecclesiarchy, yet they were all guilty of it.
They have tarnished the honor of this world.
So he would make a pyre of their bones.
"artillery."
Yarick began to call the command center at the rear and gave the coordinates of a memorial 1,000 yards ahead.
Armor and infantry continued to fire, slaughtering the cultists and crushing the corpses with the Chimera's tracks.
Soon, the sky was filled with screams.
Streets exploded, shells rained down, and heavily damaged towers tilted toward each other.
Thanks to the efforts of the basilisk, a hill of rubble blocked the way forward, and the suffocating dust rushed back along the street.
The cultists gathered together and stopped.
They were confused, they didn't know where to run.
Some screamed, others sang, and many turned to attack Arek's army.
Then they all died.
The Chimera sank into a deeper pool of blood, and Alex was happy about it.
"political commissar."
the correspondent shouted from below.
"What's wrong?"
"I received a signal from a location in the bombardment area. Someone is accessing the communication device there. They claim their loyalty to the Emperor."
Alex's heart was filled with contempt.
They just claimed, but did not prove their loyalty through actions.
The bombardment continues, and he will seal off the area and kill every traitor, even if possible.
This war, stained with the blood of civilians, is gradually making Yarick's once young and fiery heart become as cold as iron, which he himself did not even realize.
"Tell them they can't go anywhere and either kill every traitor they see and die, or die under our fire."
The way forward is punishment.
He will not avoid the consequences of his orders, he will accept them gladly.
"Are they still transmitting?"
"Yes, commissar."
"Redirect their signals to me."
After a while, a panicked plea came from Alex's earphones.
They begged, they wept, they prayed to the God-Emperor.
Yarrick turned a deaf ear and just continued to fire heavy bolters at the cultists, his lips trembling in disgust, and he occasionally noticed the sound in his earphones.
Then the men screamed and disappeared into the silence.
Another tower collapsed, blocking wider access to the cathedral and destroying more homes.
Alex's roar turned into a smile.
Those who have betrayed the Emperor are being judged, and He will pronounce judgment.
When this part of Valedo fell in smoke, fire, and blood, he felt happy and not ashamed of it.
He admits that he has a desire for revenge, but he doesn't think revenge is wrong.
There are no innocents in this war.
Suddenly, Alex noticed movement above the smoke. He raised his head and his eyes widened in an instant.
An impossible thing happened——
The Space Marines pushed forward, and the gap to the door was filled in seconds.
Now, Soshyan is shooting and destroying the demons that turn their backs on him, a situation unique in his fight against the powers of the Warp.
The call was so strong that when he destroyed the demons' forms, they did not turn around.
The demons trampled the returning cultists, while the fallen mortals shouted the urgency of their mission.
Many people died at the cathedral's doorways, but many more passed through them, and human blood and dissolving demonic flesh spread from the doorways onto the stone slabs of the square.
Soshiyang could feel that the subspace was becoming more violent, and the unclean power had seeped into reality and began to distort it.
"quick!"
Soshiyang turned around and shouted, this psychic energy was so huge that even non-psychics could feel it.
A storm is coming.
In the cathedral, a ritual is bringing about even more terrifying madness.
The warp must be suppressed, they don't have time.
Sosh Yang once again called upon the power of gray marrow.
Although the side effects of gray pulp became more and more serious each time, Soshiyang decided to use it.
An icy mask climbed onto his face, and Sosh Yang stretched his left arm forward. The icy soul storm instantly purified the passage twisted and burned by the subspace.
The road is clear again.
Farzad rushed towards the door, even one step ahead of Soshyan.
When he started to cross the threshold, a sudden change occurred.
Stone teeth suddenly sprouted from the damaged arch, and the entire entrance turned into a mouth.
In the flash of lightning, Farzad leaned back and broke free from the creaking mouth.
The door slammed shut, biting the scurrying cultist in half.
Their heads fell to the ground, their mouths opened in ecstasy.
The stone sculptures around the entrance also rippled, and a wave like the trembling of flesh spread throughout the building.
"Back off! Everyone back off!"
Sosh Yang ordered loudly.
The Astral Knights and the Soul Drinkers retreated together, and Golgri stood beside Sosh Yang, looking at the scene in front of him in shock.
A certain transformation spread throughout the cathedral, and the storm in the warp reached its peak.
Soshyan understood what had happened and cursed himself for his serious mistake.
The ground shook so violently that the remaining statues collapsed.
The front yard cracked and cracks in the ground opened, big enough to swallow a man.
At the base of the cathedral, the fissure turns into a canyon.
The spiers began to tremble, their spiers hooking into claws as the bars cracked. The flying buttresses heaved like rib cages.
Then the center of the church slowly bulges, lifting the tower higher and higher from the ground.
Now they really have become weapons.
The cathedral "came alive" and turned into a giant beast nearly 100 meters high. It climbed up on its hands and feet and began to march towards the Space Marines.