The way to that underground bunker is not difficult to find, just follow the monster's path of destruction back.
The convoy's progress had to be slowed as buildings collapsed and many were still burning.
They suffered almost no attacks, and there seemed to be no demons left in the destroyed areas, only cultists, and some scattered cultists at that.
Where did they go?
He remembered not too long ago, in the muzzle flash and dancing flames, the silhouettes of monsters - abominations that took pleasure in their prey.
Now I can't see any of them.
The road to their destination was open, and the shattered cultists, trying to escape the battlefield and the raging terror, met the convoy on the narrow road.
People screamed, argued, and tore each other to pieces.
"Clear a path!"
Yaric ordered, aiming the heavy explosive bomb forward.
Then, the Chimera's rapid-fire cannon began to violently bombard the mob, while behind them, two other Chimeras moved to both sides and burned these people to death with laser fire.
This path among the ruins leads to the threshold of a charred morgue.
The chimera roared over the corpses and crawling survivors, and Yarrick could feel the vibration and rustle of tracks hitting bones, and he also heard crackles and screams.
The dying wretch's voice gave him a feeling of relief, an emotion that was neither anger nor victory, nor contempt nor hatred, but something he dared not say.
The strong wind responded with laughter, and that endless laughter was the laughter that had triumphantly conquered the world.
Along the way, Yarrick killed anything he saw emerging from the wreckage.
His army followed his example and fired into the darkness.
As we got closer and closer to the target, more and more unarmed people appeared on the street, but Yarrick opened fire on them without any scruples.
At this moment, his heart was completely numb. In his eyes, people were no longer divided into men, women, old and young, only those who were dead and those who were about to die.
Although Yarrick's troops suffered heavy losses, they still passed through a large area of death.
After arriving at his destination, he asked someone to stop at the foundation of the cathedral, climbed out of the car, and approached the huge gap.
In fact, he had already guessed what he would see.
The pit is so deep that the cathedral's supporting columns remain in it like broken teeth.
The stairs spiraled in from nowhere and went down to the rubble-filled hall. Thousands of charred corpses lay in the rubble. They were dismembered not only by being crushed, but also by placing the corpses in some regular manner.
These scenes made Alex feel so painful that he instinctively averted his eyes without trying to figure out the meaning.
The surrounding facilities had long been destroyed, the iron door was also damaged, and thick smoke came out of the door, so Yarrick led his people down the stairs.
It was a long climb, but they were going faster than expected.
The staircase is spiral-shaped, five meters wide, and goes down from the inside of the outer wall.
The interior wall on the right is a smooth rock building with some past tapestries hanging on the wall and arched doorways on each floor.
The curve of the ladder meant that Alex could only see a short distance ahead, and driven by those songs, he gave up caution.
At first the singing could be heard coming from the lowest staircase, but soon it was no longer audible.
The song retreated much faster than he advanced.
However, there are still some degenerates here.
Civilians and priests seeking refuge hid here. Although they showed no hostility at first, in Yarrick's eyes, these people have now become corrupted.
Their faith has been replaced by their fear, and they have become apostles of the source of fear.
But when the soldiers started shooting into the crowd, the people began to cry and scream.
A few people began to fight back.
Most of these people's weapons are homemade and their numbers are not small, but they have no combat training.
They fell upon Yarrick and his troops, screaming and firing in panic.
Killing them is easy and brutally satisfying.
As Yarrick's pistol fired, leaving a stench of burnt flesh, the soldiers built a wall on the stairs and fired angrily with laser guns.
Although they also panic, their accuracy is much higher.
Yarehe took the lead with righteous fury, rushing up and down the stairs to annihilate the fallen ones.
He kept firing, and thrust his sword into the howling faces of the infidels, so much so that he slit his throat with a force sufficient to decapitate him, and almost cut his enemy in two with one blow.
Soon, the political commissar's coat was covered with blood, and the blood sticking to his skin made him feel good.
It tastes nice, warm and salty.
If possible, he would use more violence to destroy these poor creatures.
They deserve a crueler retribution and must pay a higher price for their betrayal.
Every dismemberment and every blackened face here is proof of their sin.
Yarick does not think that he is intoxicated in bloody joy, he thinks that this is the experience of justice being served.
He was the first to reach the bottom level in front of a queue of hundreds of people.
At the end of the stairs is a hall, which seems to have been a place to receive guests. For visitors, this is a huge space with a large number of famous paintings and tapestries. They can gather together and admire the emperor while waiting.
I feel humbled by the glory of the emperor.
There is a wall in front that separates the antechamber from the space behind it. The antechamber is full of corpses of massacred honor guards.
Alex glanced at the dead man's face, then turned away.
Their expressions were one of intense fear, and then he stared straight ahead, running and firing, behind the door.
But what greeted him was a crazy scene, and the political commissar couldn't help but stand unsteadily.
One hundred and sixty-six girls had their limbs chopped off, surrounded a metal pillar covered with runes, and were sewn together. Their ears and eyes were blocked, and the only free mouth continued to sing.
At the top of the metal column, a giant purple eye stared in the direction of the cathedral.
Alex immediately realized from the huge pressure around him that these girls were probably illegal psykers.
But why are there so many psykers in Valedo?
This problem may only be known to the owner of this place, the former archbishop, but now, they have become the source of demonic power.
If he were an ordinary person, he might have perished here long ago.
But Yarick's anger and faith allowed him to stay rational. Although he didn't know where to attack first, he knew that the source must be in the room.
"The Emperor bless..."
Slowly, his hand touched the grenade on his waist——