The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Caddians! Reinforcements are coming! Hold on!"

Garland Salomon stood on a sandbag, watching the **** battle of the soldiers from above. Their defensive formation was effective in resisting the initial charge of the demons, but now they are falling like leaves in the autumn wind.

The demons seemed to have weakened somewhat, but they were still deadly creatures, taking a life with every swing of a sword, and there were no more than a hundred demons present, but they cornered thousands of Cadian soldiers.

Garlan Salomon held his sword aloft, the power sword flashing, casting light all around.

Suddenly, he shuddered, but tried to hide it, his wound still hurt like a needle in the gut, where the claws of a vampire had left in his stomach when he beheaded it.

But he had to be close to his soldiers, even in pools of blood up to his ankles. The soldiers respected a commander who was willing to bleed and stand with them, but he worried that if he did, he might never be able to keep standing again. posture.

Morale is everything, he must be inspiring and courageous, not stooping in pain or languishing in battle.

Just like Cadian's battle flag, although dozens of flag bearers have been changed, it has never fallen. Like Dean himself.

"Stay the course, Cadians!"

Talking had exhausted him, making it hard for him to think, let alone fight.

The sound of laser guns colliding with weapons is everywhere, the sound is getting louder, and the air is filled with the smell of blood, rust and stench.

The frantic red-and-black figure disappeared into the melee and then reappeared. Garland Salomon caught a glimpse of several demons holding blood-stained magic swords and studded crowns of Khorne approaching him, eager for more kills. It was full of the mutilated corpses of Cadian soldiers.

Feeling the tyrannical gaze of the other party, Garland Salomon's heart was pounding like a blacksmith's hammer, but he knew that he had no way out.

What followed was collision and fighting. Captain Cadian blocked a blow from one of the demons with his power sword. The opponent's strength hurt his shoulder, but he ignored the pain after injecting the last dose of adrenaline. A demon that spews the stench of sulfur into its nose.

Black blood spewed out from the demon's wound, and the drawn blade made an arc, and then the surrounding soldiers drew out their bayonets, stabbing the demon into a cloud of blood.

Suddenly, someone screamed nearby, but Garland Salomon couldn't tell who it was.

Then he realized who the voice was.

Commissar Gregory is dead, he was impaled by a demon sword, the blasphemous demon sword tore his breastplate, drained his blood, and he also blasted all the bombs in the pistol on the demon on the head.

A worthy end for a fearless fighter.

"Warriors! For the Emperor! For Cadian!"

Garland Salomon swung again and slashed at the chest of a demon, but the opponent immediately blocked it with his sword, and then a **** tongue flew out of the big mouth full of sharp teeth, and landed on the body of Captain Cadian. Side stabbed a bit.

At that moment, he felt that his blood was almost drained, and he almost fell down, and the sword dropped from his hand and fell to the ground.

But the strong hands behind him supported him, and several bayonets struck from left and right, and wiped out the demon.

"We are united as one!"

Humming the slogan of the 356th Regiment, Garland Salomon squeezed out the last bit of strength to stand still. The demons dealt a heavy blow to the Cadians, but they still refused to give in.

As soon as he took a breath, Garland Salomon felt a sudden sharp pain in his arms and sides of his body. The wry smile on his face was distorted. He clutched his chest, panting heavily, and his lungs trembled. Breathing hot cinders.

Can't let. see me like this.

Garlan Salomon found that even the voices in his head sounded painful, and he tried to retrieve his dropped sword, only to find he could barely move.

He immediately realized that if he bent down to pick it up, he might never be able to stand up again.

"The Merciful Emperor"

He whispered gruffly, his voice was broken and harsh, and his mouth smelled of rust.

Then, his world fell into darkness—

"How can it be"

The pain was unbearable.

The Red Pirate's sorcerer and commander staggered forward, feeling his sense of smell gone, overwhelmed by the smell of blood from the killing fields.

After not taking two steps, he collapsed in the mud and struggled to crawl forward with his other good hand and knee.

As a Space Marine, he had never been so embarrassed.

He looked round to see how far he was from the field, but instead he saw a hideous barbarian on horseback, pointing his spear at him, and shouting:

"The beast is injured!"

Not long after, he heard the sound of hooves.

Horse, he has never hated this creature so much in his life.

The Red Pirate wizard and commander uttered a groan and stumbled to his feet. He kept running forward, fell, got up, ran, and fell again.

Then, he felt, the coldness that killed his witchcraft was approaching rapidly, if it wasn't for this damned untouchable, he wouldn't be like this—

"Who are you!?"

Turning around, he let out a vague roar, but what came oncoming was a cold sharp sword, and then his mutated head was separated from his torso, and was caught in his hands, dozens of cavalry rumbled on over his fallen body, stepping it into the mud.

With the death of the wizard, the demons he summoned disappeared, and the leaderless Red Pirate Army suddenly dispersed.

However, Dankezik, who knew that the other party would come back soon, strung the wizard's head on the spear and rushed to the fortress to find people immediately, but at this time there were only more than 300 people left in the Cadian 356 regiment. Surrounded by their heads who have died in battle and have never fallen.

After paying tribute to these warriors, Dan Kezik also conveyed new instructions.

Aynin had fallen, and they had stalled long enough for the rest of the force to establish a line, and now the Cadian 356th could withdraw.

The Cadians didn't say anything~www.readwn.com~ they just collected the remains of the fallen soldiers silently, placed them in the underground warehouse of the fortress, took away their nameplates, and then blew up the fortress, and the bodies of the head and political commissar They will be sent back to the rear in person.

Ten hours after the Red Pirates launched their attack on Drad, the capital of the planet, Ainin, fell, and the governor of the planet was killed. At the same time, two other hive cities and a transshipment port also fell.

And the garrison troops on Drad star also put up a tenacious and difficult resistance. More than one million astral troops were killed in battle, and nearly five million irregular troops died. The pirate war leader Ingvar Pozzo’s furious casualties figures do not count the deaths of millions of tyrant soldiers in 10 hours. Only the Red Pirate’s space fighters killed more than 600 people, and there were nearly 50 terminators. And twenty-one ground heavy vehicles that are extremely valuable to the red pirates.

All these casualties, on the one hand, came from the armored units of the Astra Militarum and several teleportation raids that did nothing to lose money, and on the other hand, it was the abnormally heavy plasma and melta weapons of the local Astra Militarum, especially the card For the elite Star Militia such as Dean, Krieger, and Mordian, basically each regiment has several heavy plasma and melta weapon squads.

(end of this chapter)

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