Sulla shouted behind her immediately after the last battle nun appeared.
Several Battle Sisters with a strong desire to fight were just about to take a step forward when they discovered that the Astartes had already crossed the corner.
This is not because Sulla himself gave up concealment, but from taking this post, the enemy's regular patrols will return on time.
And in the case where more than thirty enemies were bound to return, Sulla would rather kill them with their backs turned to him!
Tom! Tom! Tom!
In a dynamic vision similar to slow motion, Sulla raised the bolt gun in his hand and clicked out the logging gun at the end of the corridor opposite.
The patrols in the open space were subconsciously searching for the source of the gunfire.
The two Astartes beside him had already passed Sura's position, pressed their bolt guns to their waists, and started their most familiar step barrage!
This is the art of precision and killing, and it represents the wrath of Terra and the Emperor!
The short and cold barrage almost flashed through the eyes of the nun behind.
But before they found their position, shrill alarms began to sound from deep within the opposite position.
The red logging gun tracer bullets were fired from a high point hidden in the rear!
And in the open door at the end of the corridor, there were already overlapping figures of rebels!
What to do? Both positions exceeded the fire coverage limit of the Battle Sisters, and they had never faced such a battlefield environment.
In previous battles, the Battle Sisters either stayed in the fortress and used their bravery and faith to endure and exchange the enemy's lives;
Or at the very beginning of the offensive, they were already rushing towards the enemy amidst the battle cry of the Discipline Sisters!
What to do? The battle sisters' brains are still shutting down, and the guns of the Astartes have sounded again.
"Pay attention to the continuous barrage!" Sura's voice sounded in the communication channel.
On the wing command system inside the helmet, the ammunition counters of the two Astartes responsible for fire suppression have returned to zero!
"3 seconds, 41 targets, no misses, ballistic overlap 18%"
Red attack information feedback flashed across the corner of Sura's eyes, and he just glanced at it with his peripheral vision before continuing on to the next battlefield.
Tom! Tom! Tom!
He and the other two Astartes once again passed by their former comrades in a sideways firing posture.
After the initial ballistic statistics were automatically released, their firepower efficiency was improved again!
Most of the enemy's main force had fallen in this wave of attacks.
Except for a few Ogryn giants who relied on their tenacity and survived under the double protection of heavy shields and armor, there was no enemy that could stand in their sights.
But the crowd behind them had already begun to appear, and noisy and muddy shouts echoed in this originally sacred building.
Sura's eyes made slight contact with his comrades, and he led the team to stride forward!
Without the support of their firepower, the Ogryn Shield Guards could not survive even one round under the long sword attacks in the hands of several people.
After Sulla, who was stepping on the corpses of these giants, saw the surging crowd in front of him, he strengthened his determination to fight quickly and at the same time, ordered the battle nuns in the rear:
"Follow up! Keep up! Watch her! Watch your flanks!"
"Three seconds! Prepare to engage the enemy!"
"Two seconds!"
"One second!"
"In the name of the Emperor!"
Sura roared angrily, and at the moment when the power armor pumped hormones into his body, he waved his long sword and strode forward!
The same was true for the Astartes on both sides of him.
When facing the surging tide of corpses, they tacitly agreed to keep a distance from each other. Then, led by Sura, they rolled up a bloody storm in the tide of corpses!
"kill!"
The Battle Sisters followed closely behind, following the defense line held up by the Astartes in front, using their two-handed chain swords to clear the edges of the two wings.
In the center of this small team, silhouetted against the tide of corpses, were two battle nuns, and the unconscious Padilla in their arms.
"Kill!" The big sword, already soaked in blood, swiped again, and Sulla had just put down his other hand.
At the corner of the floor in the distance, the silhouette of a rebel sniper had just appeared. The Astartes, who was creating pieces of corpses around him, had already raised the bolter on his leg.
And this is just his fighting instinct, his thinking is no longer here at this time.
The architectural structure diagram of the archives was being displayed on the eyepiece of his helmet by the servo on his power armor.
Since the beginning of the sprint, their team has walked a bloody road of nearly five kilometers from that porch.
"Left front! 50 meters! Prepare to adjust the formation!"
Sulla stepped down from the vanguard position of the team, while his comrades beside him stepped up in tacit agreement.
The terrain ahead is not that special. They have just experienced the terrain that is more difficult to conquer than this.
But as the depth of the archives increases, the battlefield information he obtained from the Order of Foreigners is becoming ineffective.
All the information in the archives in the Tribunal comes from reports from galaxy-level spies. But even this information only shows the current ten levels.
If he goes any further, his information will become ineffective.
What this means is that the Astartes are about to lose the geographical advantage of being equal to the enemy and begin to officially enter the unknown combat field!
"How is she doing?"
Sulla took advantage of the break in the battle to ask the nuns behind him.
Judging from the delayed response from behind, Padilla was obviously not awake.
But here comes the problem. The key to the dead heretic inquisitor Wilkins is a secret that only Padilla herself knows.
Entering the archives and finding the database that can match the key is information that only this living saint has.
What to do? Salad!
Sulla complained inwardly, but the sword in his hand was still waving.
Although battles with supernatural forces were rare, Sulla was by no means unheard of.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! And these people with "extraordinary power" often have more extraordinary "uncertainties".
"Keep pushing!"
Sulla shouted an order, and then exchanged positions with his comrades in the front position in the next moment.
He is still maintaining his mentality and using his stable emotions to support the morale of the entire team.
And under his helmet that no one can see, his eyes are already paying attention to the remaining ammunition and the remaining physical limit of the entire team after high-intensity continuous combat...
"We have to prepare for the worst..." Sulla thought to herself.
And when the team broke through to the predetermined corner, he and his teammates also began to separate in a tacit understanding.
The two Astartes on the left began to stop, using a defensive posture to cover the advancement of the nuns behind them;
Sula and the other three people quickened their pace, and cleared the stairs and the next floor of threats before the two nuns holding Padilla entered the stairs.
Boo!
A red light flashed, and then the sound of a focused laser piercing the air came belatedly.
The two Astartes warriors responsible for the finishing touches were preparing to follow the team down the stairs.
As for this sneak attack hidden in the complex structure of the building, one of the Astartes subconsciously covered his neck.
The battle sisters beside him witnessed this scene, but had no time to care or ask.
Looking at the eyes of the other Astartes, the warrior just shook his head slightly, then gritted his teeth and pressed the emergency treatment hormone in the armor.
No one spoke, and no one stopped.
But this warrior's injury was already noticed by Sulla, who was fighting at the front.
In the team status logo, the soldier's neck armor and collarbone area have been occupied by a scarlet disability logo.
And even though this dangerous sign only flashed away, it was immediately covered by the power armor's treatment.
But the occurrence of this situation is a signal in itself, a danger signal that Sulla clearly knows that there is very little room and time left for this team to make mistakes...
"The Emperor's blessing!" Sulla whispered in his heart. This was already his tenth thought of serving in the Death Watch. It was also the time he made an appointment with the Lord of the Watch Castle after arriving in the Obscure Star Territory.
This is the last mission he will undertake within his service plan here.
And as long as this battle is over, he can return to his birthplace - Macragge with peace of mind, taking the shoulder armor that represents honor, qualifications, dedication, and nobility.
"The Emperor's blessing..." Sulla prayed again.
And just when this team with a bumpy life had just stepped into the bottom floor of the archives.
With a slight groan, the "living saint" who had been in a coma finally slowly opened his eyes after feeling some kind of stimulation...