Thousands of aliens surged out of the passage, making terrifying roars, and the entrance to the settlement was immediately surrounded.
These civilians are going to be massacred!
A terrible thought came to Bahram's mind, and the guards were pulling off the wall to hide behind, but these bunkers had no effect in front of large-caliber bullets, and these militia could only hold on for a few minutes in front of the green skin.
The settlements were also in chaos, and people began to run desperately, some tried to find exits, others planned to hide in their homes, but some organized to fight.
The crying and screaming sounded, immediately causing Bahram's anger to rise.
These innocent people were about to die in front of him, but he could not do anything, as if all he had just said was a big talk.
He scattered his magazines and sent many miniature rockets across the corridor, making loud noises as they exploded around the enemy.
Suddenly, a big guy made a metal sound and fell to the ground and died. The remaining boy took a step back.
"Are they retreating?"
One guard asked, and the others began to approach the door as well.
"Go back!"
Bahram immediately yelled at the rash guards, but it was too late, and a rocket flew over from the end of the corridor and exploded outside the door.
The Space Marines were directly lifted off the ground, rolling backwards, and flattening a can of water.
And those who were guarding the door with him turned into pieces and sprinkled around the entrance.
"Damn-"
Bahram got up, the smell of burnt flesh and blood filled his nostrils, the ears buzzed, and the faces filled with fear all around him.
People shot Greenskin in vain with their weak guns on their hands. They all came here because of him, and they all came to fight for survival.
Just as the green-skinned man was about to rush into the gate, a figure appeared behind Bahram.
"Sir."
He turned around, but saw only a scarlet red flash.
Wuming's anger overshadowed his reason and jumped up. Kalistarius held a sharp sword and howled towards the green skin that was close to him.
The bullet exploded on his armor, but could not stop his pace at all. He rushed into the pile of green skins, chopped down the first one with his sword, and knocked down the other one with his pistol.
The swords and axes were slashing at him, and the superhuman power made them almost penetrate his pottery steel armor, and there were many rough big hands trying to catch him. However, at this moment, Kalistarius seemed to have become a human being, becoming terrifying and unstoppable.
He howled and slaughtered all the green skins in front of him, smashed their foul bodies and split them.
At some point, his helmet had been pulled out, and all his senses were overwhelmed by blood- its smell, its color.
The rage continued to grow until eventually he became a killing machine, and soon he stepped into a warm and humid world filled with the metallic smell of blood.
It seemed as if at that moment, the think tank disappeared, and replaced by an uncontrollable weapon.
Even Green Skin was shocked by such killings. They retreated like a tide, looking for a new leader.
But the attack did not stop, and gunfire came from other exits of the settlement.
"Sir?"
Realizing that something was wrong with Kalistarius, Bahram asked cautiously.
The next second, he took a step back because the blood angel's blood-rushing eyes and outstretched fangs in front of him scared him.
"Blood-blood-"
"Sir, you are-"
Suddenly, Kalistarius grabbed Bahram's arm.
"Go away, take them away."
Just as suddenly when I came, the red tide retreated from the think tank, but was replaced by something deeper.
"The palace will be kept, and the traitors will never take a step!"
Bahram lamented in his heart, why did this think tank start talking nonsense again?
At this time, the foreman hurriedly ran over.
"Grandmen, the lift is started, you can leave!"
"You must retreat, too."
Hearing Bahram's words, the foreman was stunned for a while, and then shook his head bitterly.
"It's a dead end when I get up there, with green skins everywhere. Although I'm a grass man, I can see... I can't hold on to the nest."
"No! There is still hope, my comrades are still on it!"
In fact, when he said this, Bahram himself had no confidence.
At this moment, his communicator that had been silent suddenly sent out a signal contact, so he immediately turned on and waited nervously.
"I'm Bahram! Has anyone heard it?"
He almost cheered when he heard the response in the communicator.
"Bahram, this is Oscar. We thought you were dead. We were about to retreat. The company commander was here. There were a new batch of reinforcements. You rushed to the nearest lift and we will pick you up."
"I'm afraid it will take some time?"
Bahram whispered.
"What happened?"
"Oscar, we are now with a group of civilians, and they have about two thousand people."
"This is a good thing, so many people have survived this horror... wait, we?"
"I met Chief Caristarius, and he seemed to be injured. Something was wrong. I don't know what happened."
"What's wrong?"
"He kept saying nonsense about the Legion and the Palace."
At this moment, Kalistarius, who had been shaking, said another sentence.
"Horus, my brother, you were wrong, wrong..."
But then he shook his head hard.
"No, I'm Kalistarius, I'm Kalistarius--"
"Oh, he started to say Horus's name, and Chief Caristarius's situation was getting worse and worse."
Then, a faint voice came from the communicator, and then Armin's voice inserted.
"Bahram, you must leave there immediately. The greenskin is about to flood your area. Take the civilians and move towards the nearest confluence point. As for Kalistarius... you must be more careful. If any abnormality occurs, leave him immediately. Black rage is dangerous."
Bahram's tactical eyepiece shows a map with a red dot flashing on it.
"We have some defenders here, and they can withdraw civilians to a safe zone."
"Sir, the black rage you just mentioned..."
"Don't ask so much, execute the command!"
"yes!"
Turning off the communicator, Bahram said to the foreman:
"There is a response from above, so everyone will retreat immediately. Children and women are preferred. Let's come to the rear!"
"good!"
So a tense retreat began, but as the settlement entrances and exits were gradually lost, only the exit behind the church was soon left.
In order to delay Greenskin's offensive steps, Bahram ordered the blasting of the settlement buildings, blocking the road with wreckage, leaving only a main road leading to the entrance of the church.
Just as he actively deployed his defense, Kalistarius, who had been sitting silently in front of the Emperor's statue, suddenly pressed his shoulder.
"Walk."
He said calmly:
"Everyone, go right now."
The guards were used to following Astarte's words and immediately withdrew from the church, leaving only Bahram and Kalistarius.
Bahram hadn't realized what was going on yet. He only felt that Kalistarius had completely changed, becoming another thing, melancholy and sad, and there was a fury deep in his pupils that was about to be suppressed.
The think tank looked at Bahram in a daze and suddenly smiled.
"Go, brother, guard our father, this is what you are best at."
"I--"
Bahram was not sure, the other party was talking to him, because the think tank's pupils had turned into pure black, and in the reflection of the other party's pupils, he saw not himself, but a giant wearing yellow armor.
"Let's go! I'm here, so I must protect my father."
As he said that, he turned around, holding a blood-stained sword, and stepped towards the gate step by step. On the main road not far away, the green skins rushed over like a sea of green skins.
"Come on! Traitors! Devils! Come on and face me! And my brothers, let's have a one-on-one contest!"
Bahram remembered what Armin said to him, and after hesitating for a while, he turned around and ran towards the door.
Just as he ran out of the door, he heard the roar that did not belong to Kalistarius. When he turned his head, he saw only a pair of white wings spread out in the dazzling bright light.
Then, the cathedral, which had already buried explosives, began to collapse. Bahram closed his eyes in pain and turned around and chased the refugees.