Chapter 148: Echoes of Courage and Loyalty (11) Revenge and Redemption
The battle came as promised with the surging tide of demons. When the commander fired the first gun, the weapons in the hands of the Sons of Guilliman never stopped for a moment in the entire position of less than one square kilometer. roar.
In the dense fog as thick as sludge, countless distortions and alien beings loomed, and crazy roars and hoarse screams came one after another, surging toward the borders of civilization with the most primitive malice.
From the moment the first shining brass shell, carrying the curse of demons, was spit out from the commander's bolter, the gun barrels belonging to the defenders of civilization on the entire battlefield began to fight against the demons. Inclined with the anger from the human race.
The infernal sword monsters who were the first to break out of the fog were shot down from the brass hounds by sniper rifles, and the sulfurous Daemon of Khorne immediately fell under the volley of bolt guns;
Nurgle demons, who were as tall as giants, were spotted from a distance, their bodies carrying a vicious disease, and died from the focused blow of the plasma weapon just as the winding antlers above their heads emerged from the mist.
Due to the deformation, the Tzeentch demon, whose body was covered with sharp teeth and long tongues, struggled to spit out blasphemous words. However, under the heavy cannon fire of the tactical dreadnought, it could only be turned into a ball of pink flesh;
The slave of Slaanesh, whose entire body was occupied by tentacles and stingers, had not yet opened its purple and pink eyes. The long-prepared spell from the Chapter's think tank took the lead in containing its sorcery, using the magic from the Emperor. The rage destroys his body and drives out his soul.
However, there were simply too many of them, and the endless wave of demons was only contained for a brief moment by the Sons of Guilliman.
At the moment when the blocking firepower of the Emperor's Angels reached its peak, although they had been killed in large numbers, more latecomers could not wait for the same kind in front to fall, and simply jumped from the heads of the demons in front like a real wave. Coming across.
Although the Sons of Guilliman have increased the firepower in their hands to the limit, they still cannot stop the demon's offensive and can only watch the black tide approaching.
Their ammunition is consumed at a high speed, but there is no supply or support behind them.
"We have to help them!" Golden couldn't help but said to the original body in front of him.
He was even ready to move forward, but one of the Primarch's arms held him firmly in place.
"Can't help..." Calvin opened his closed eyes and looked at the puzzled Golden in front of him and said.
"This war has ended long ago, and what you see is just the shadow of yesterday they left behind..."
"How is that possible?" Golden said in shock. The echoes left by this time were so clear and real that he could not identify them.
But Calvin just looked at the young warrior named Cerbus at the rear of the position beneath his feet.
If he guessed correctly, that young man was the boy he saw before.
"Retreat! Cerbos! I order you to retreat immediately!" the commander of the Sons of Guilliman roared to the rear of the position, his face hidden under the white helmet, and the bolt gun in his hand had been exhausted at some point. Replaced by the power sword.
The same was true for the veterans around him. When the Terminators at the rear joined the position, these veterans had abandoned their unloaded firearms and instead pulled out the chain swords from their waists to prepare for the final battle.
The Dreadnought mecha on the high platform was still firing continuously, but the missile launch nest on its back was empty.
The only remaining body of the veteran in the sarcophagus had red eyes. While gritting his teeth and suffering inhuman pain, he tried his best to hold the red barrel of the gun steady and shoot out the remaining ammunition before the gun exploded.
"No! We can still hold on!" Cerbers grabbed the shooting window and answered his commander during the gap between shooting:
"The Fourth Company is not here yet! We still have a chance!"
"They're not coming! They're not coming!"
The second captain sent out his shoulder armor to face the heavy sword chopped down by the demon in front of him. The moment the block was completed, the power sword in his hand had been inserted into the demon's chest.
The moment he pulled out the power sword, the commander glared angrily at Cerbus who was coming behind him:
"Are you going to disobey me, boy? Retreat! I order you to retreat immediately!"
boom!
Cerbos's footsteps heavily stepped on the stone slab in front of him, and the commander's white helmet in the distance was also knocked away by a sharp sword at the same time.
The veterans around him saw the company commander suffering a heavy blow, and silently exchanged wounds for injuries. They tried to cut off his arm with a tomahawk, but also stabbed the enemy in front of the commander to death with a sword.
The second company commander who got up from the ground did not pay attention to the enemy in front of him. He just stared in the direction of Cerbers while the blood flowed from his forehead and down his hair.
"Yes!" Cerbos and several of his comrades were severely shocked by this scene. They stopped moving forward and began to retreat slowly.
After taking a few steps back, Cerbos simply turned around and ran back. Behind him, the second company commander's order still appeared together with the war cry to the enemy:
"The throne is on! Death to the devil! Run! Don't look back..."
Boom...boom...boom...boom...
Heavy footsteps moved from far to near, Golden's eyes widened as he watched the sons of Guilliman coming from below the square.
As if they did not see the presence of Calvin and others, these sons of Guilliman, who still had gunpowder smoke on their bodies, strode towards Calvin and others until they passed by...
"This is unexpected..." Golden couldn't organize his words and looked at the vision in front of him with his mouth shut.
And I don't know when, the battlefield ahead has lost its original hustle and bustle.
"Let's take a look..." Calvin said, pointing forward, and in the direction of his finger, there was another ancient battlefield belonging to the Sons of Guilliman.
"What about us?" Nicholas reacted first and asked the original body.
"Catch up with the young man named Cerbus." Calvin turned around and chased after him, and the rest of the people hurriedly followed suit. What he didn't say was that the Bell of Erebus on his chest was silent.
After a long time, it was radiating a scorching temperature.
What could it be?
What could awaken the Bell of Erebus and make this artifact, which can be called an artifact, agitated?
A lost "concept"? Or a hidden threat?
Calvin didn't have time to take out the artifact disguised as a pocket watch, he just quickened his pace to catch up with Cerbus' disappearance.
Not far away, he stopped at an intersection that did not exist when he arrived.
Another square appeared at the end of Calvin's field of vision, but the difference from before was that this square was not as intact as before, but in a dilapidated shape that had been devastated by the impact of the battlefield.
Two groups of Sons of Guilliman appeared on the battlefield at the same time in different states. One group seemed to be the reinforcements that never arrived, namely the fourth company of the Sons of Guilliman.
They had already fallen in the battle that happened a long time ago, and their wreckage and broken weapons and armor were scattered all over the square;
The other group of Sons of Guilliman are obviously much stronger. They are launching an uninterrupted, rolling wave of attacks at the other end of the battlefield, and they collect the scattered corpses after capturing a piece of land.
stand up.
"Forward! Forward!"
Hundreds of Astartes were advancing with an unstoppable offensive. Amidst the roar of bolters and chainswords, a particularly tall commander stood out among the crowd.
He was at the forefront of the battle line, bearing the greatest pressure on the entire formation, and with his thunderous roars, all Astartes warriors could feel his encouragement and encouragement.
The exquisitely crafted Terminator power armor on his body is like a giant beast from ancient times. No matter what kind of demon is standing in front of him, it is difficult to defeat him;
Standing at the forefront of the battle line, he is like a rock splitting open the ocean in the wave of demons. While leading his comrades forward, he interprets the meaning of revenge and destruction at every moment.
The formation of more than 200 Astartes is becoming more and more sharp as time goes by. The demonic tide-like offensive can only slow down in the face of this blue and white heavy sword with countless unwilling roars.
of retreat.
"What's the number?" During the break in the battle, the commander roared and asked to the champion swordsman behind him. The demon in front of him drew a sword that was close to death and drew sparks on his breastplate.
The champion swordsman who walked to the flank to cover him scanned the entire battlefield, and then replied to him after calculating slightly in his mind:
"Lord Cerbus, 296."
"Are we still missing the last two?" Kerbos, who was wearing a white helmet, blocked a demon's sneak attack with his long sword, and suddenly charged forward with the power glove on his free right hand.
Stumped limbs and broken swords were splashing like raindrops in front of him, dirty blood fell on the holy helmet, and bits of dazzling scarlet flowed through the green laurel leaf relief, making the former even more sacred.
"Then there are only two left, right?"
Disliked that the eyepieces were obscured by the demon's blood, Cerbus took off his helmet, and an old face appeared in Calvin's field of vision, but its outline was familiar to all onlookers.
Holding the heavy sword in his hand, he looked forward from both wings past his charging comrades, and murmured:
"It doesn't matter, even if there is only one missing, we will continue! We will take them back, no matter how long it takes, no matter the cost..."
"That's...that child?" the guard captain's voice sounded behind Calvin, but the original body just stared at the battlefield in front of him without giving an answer.
The war in front of us is going so smoothly, but if it really goes as Cerbos wishes, how can the situation left to Guilliman's son in Plasdia be as miserable as what Calvin saw?
There must be some variables, which are the reasons why this war-torn Emperor's Sword was broken here;
There must be other accidents, and it is the culprit that the warrior in front of him, who is burdened with hatred and redemption, failed to return to their home planet in the end...