The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"It looks like the enemy is retreating."

Glancing at the sensor display, Yin Xiu saw that a large number of target readings were moving.

"Let the Astra Militarum establish a cordon, we will not delay here."

The non-stop fire dragon company went west through the park on the upper nest, the rhinos and predators crashed through a gate leading to the main road, and the Land speeder roared overhead, heading for the attack, their assault guns, Missile pods and heavy bolters unleashed a storm of flames on the residential buildings, though there were few targets left.

While salamanders are kind to their allies, they are equally cruel to their enemies.

When those people who were completely insane by the forces of chaos rushed towards the Salamander, Tu\'Shan only hesitated for a moment, but he knew very well that these people were hopeless.

The best relief is purification.

"Relieve them."

The fire dragon veterans picked up the heavy flamethrowers and deflagration guns in their hands, and then a wall of fire lit up the dark street in front of them, and a large number of lunatics were instantly burned to ashes.

As the first company of the Salamanders, the Fire Dragon Company includes the most experienced and accomplished veterans in the battle group. These veterans often have tens or hundreds of years of front-line combat experience, and they have all experienced various wars in the empire. There are many veterans of many battles, and they have seen the worst enemies that the empire has ever encountered, and they are not all terminators. Veterans are again armed with the best weapons of the Salamander, not only special precision power armor and power weapons, but also a large number of flamethrowers and deflagration weapons left over from the era of the Great Crusade, the rarest and most unique of which is the Flame Breaker projector.

This unique and complex flame weapon was designed by Primarch Vulkan himself, which makes it far superior to the flame weapons commonly used by other space warriors in terms of power and elegance. Incinerate hordes of enemies in wide-area mode like a flame weapon, but it can also be fired in a focused mode, focusing the flames into a fiery beam powerful enough to slice through most armored targets.

The simple quantity is meaningless in front of the fire dragon, the dust is flying in the wind, and everything in front of everyone is burning.

Not far away, the sound of guns from the minaret of the hive capital is also close to the ears.

After the onslaught of hundreds of Chaos Space Marines, the Modian line of defense still fell. They could only retreat. Fighting street by street, the enemy was blocked in every building, delaying time with their lives, and waiting until they reached the warp space. The witchcraft dissipated.

However, the order given by the superior is always to stick to the same place.

Thabo Morris is a creature who takes orders, he will obey them, or he will die trying, his personal rage, his personal fatigue—these are irrelevant things.

This is what Mordian culture taught him: obedience, determination, and the courage to sacrifice for the throne.

After the 20th hour of fighting, the Modian 227 Regiment retreated to the refugee camp they wanted to protect. The Dean Iron Guard joined the defense, and they were required to hold a kilometer-long line of makeshift walls, barricades, corpses and destroyed sidewalks along the way, all of which had been badly damaged by the enemy's long-range bombardment. .

Tubo Morris walked along the iron paved road, he was not wearing gloves, feeling the touch of the sword hilt.

"How many Space Marines have we killed before?"

He suddenly asked in a low voice to the political commissar beside him:

"I forgot."

"About twenty, maybe thirty"

"Ah, so many, it's a pity that Yaer and the others all died there. Although they are psykers, they are also excellent Mordians."

His voice was flat, trying to hide the sadness in his heart.

"I remember the first Space Marine was killed by Yael. He crushed the bastard's helmet and head with psionic energy."

After finishing speaking, Modian's regiment leader looked out over the razed city, then looked down at the long and narrow parapet, and the wall was full of dilapidated bunkers and remaining bloodstains.

Then he leaned against an undamaged wall, gasped, and glanced worriedly at the others.

"Everyone is exhausted, the pain and exhaustion is unimaginable."

"Hold on a little longer, reinforcements will arrive."

"Reinforcements."

Panting heavily, Tubo Morris turned around and looked at the burning hive in the distance. Even though the city was ravaged by the fire, its ruins still stood.

"Enemy fire!"

A piercing scream sounded, and Thabo Morris and the political commissar immediately ran.

"Dodge the gun, dodge the gun."

The more than 3,000 Modians who were still fighting shouted to each other:

"Take cover!"

According to previous experience, the enemy's shelling would not be very long, and the opponent's shells were obviously not endless. Soon the iron guards left the bunker, returned to the parapet and raised their guns, pouring down the energy beam.

This time there were no ordinary thugs. There were also a large number of red pirate mortal infantry wearing crimson bulletproof armor. Facing the rain of bullets from the Mordians, they also responded with laser guns and live ammunition rifles.

Someone on each side fell in the first storm of bullets, but the Mordians, though outnumbered, shot more accurately, and after the Tyrant's soldiers were killed in the hundreds, the others scrambled for cover to prevent themselves from being torn to pieces.

Thabo Morris turned a blind eye to everything but a monstrous monster among the enemy troops.

It might be a space warrior, but it is much bigger, with a height of three meters. Its armor seems to be fused with flesh and blood. There is a toothless and huge mouth on the distorted face~www.readwn.com~face All the flaked muscle and bone on its upper body were exposed, and there were two faces on either side of its shoulders, and when it screamed, it uttered a hundred different screams from its wriggling throat.

For a moment, he felt that the other party was watching him.

He didn't know how it saw him, the monster had no eyes in its empty eye sockets—it had no eyes on its three faces, and all three of its mouths howled, vomiting silently bile from its cave-like mouth, The fingers with countless joints grabbed at the air indiscriminately, and then suddenly sprinted over with both legs.

Unbeknownst to Talbot Morris, this kind of existence is called a Possessed Warrior, the most terrifying type of Chaos Space Marine.

"Get rid of that bastard! Get rid of it!"

Although he didn't know what it was, his instinct told him that this thing was extremely dangerous, and he must not let it get close, or they might all be finished—or at least he couldn't let it rush in with heretic soldiers, so Tabor Morris immediately made a deployment.

(end of this chapter)

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