Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 107 02.0106: ‘Unregretful Sacrifice, He Can See’ (Please Order First!)

Tall, gorgeous and elegant, depicting the grand holy gate where Sister Saint Arabella led her sisters to kill the apostate Gog Vandir.

The warriors in blue, silver and red armor launched a heroic counterattack against the evil demons rushing up the steps, and actually knocked the first batch of bloodletting vampires that rushed up directly away. They were pierced through the chest by the dense black swords below, turning into blazing red flames.

Even though the bloodletting vampire had no blood, the ‘Goad of the Immaculate Angel’ in its hand was still powerful. It seemed to have heard Horatio’s words and remembered the hatred of the Battle of Signus. It hated these minions of Khorne and despised these mindless bloodthirsty creatures.

The hum of the chainsaw sword accompanied by the hymns sung by the battle sisters formed a swan song of loyalty.

The holy light of faith condensed on the heads of every Emperor warrior who fought, and on the other side of them was the scarlet raging waves.

The fighting spirit of the warriors infected many believers. Some fanatical believers gave up going to the shelter, shouted the heroic name of Sanguinius, and used the long sticks or short knives in their hands to launch an irreversible charge against the bloodletting vampires, fighting for a chance of life for the people behind them.

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These believers knew that they would die if they rushed out, but they wanted to die gloriously in front of the "Imperial Martial Saint" Sanguinius, instead of waiting in agony to be slaughtered by the demons.

More and more civilians became volunteers and rushed out of the door to join the battle, blocking the advance of the bloodletting vampires.

Sister Arabella also rushed out to rescue the seriously injured. She was sweating profusely, her holy silver power armor was covered with blood, her pure white headscarf was stained red, and the short chain saw on her arm was stained with terrible blood and flesh.

Even so, she was still like an angel, snatching life from the hands of the god of death. Some people were moved by her exhaustion and came forward to help.

This battle was no longer just a battle between the Emperor's angels, daughters and warriors and the demons, but what He expected, that humans would unite to fight against death and despair.

Under the preaching of the power of faith, the Emperor's might and the noble virtues of Sanguinius temporarily suppressed the fear in the hearts of mortals.

Everyone knew what they were doing and for what.

Because of this, the bloody fight on the steps became extremely cruel and bloody. The rain-like sweat mixed with ashes, dust and dirty blood made Horatio's face dirty and messy, like a refugee who had just climbed out of the nest.

He had never experienced such a dark and chaotic killing.

Time had slowed down in his senses, and he could no longer remember how long he had been fighting.

The bloodletters rushed forward, and in the midst of the sword swinging, a battle sister's legs were chopped off.

"Ah! You filth who can only win by quantity! I laugh at your cowardice!" The battle sister fell to the ground and cursed.

"Sister!" A battle sister tried to pull up the sister whose legs were chopped off by the Hell Blade, but was besieged by the bloodletters. When she and her sister were about to die, a bright red Holy Blood Chain Saw Sword blocked the terrible blade for them.

Soon, they found that the one wielding the Holy Blood Chain Saw Sword was not a blood angel, but a mortal.

"Unbelievable... He was holding the sword of the angels." The nun he saved noticed this and murmured in disbelief.

"Sanguinius..."

Horatio's iron hand spewed hot steam, and the power was fully opened, pushing away a piece of bloodletter's sword with powerful brute force.

Sister Arabella took the opportunity to drag away the disabled sister who had lost her legs.

"No! Sister Arabella, my duty is to live and die with the Holy Gate. Give the medical resources to others." The nun who lost her legs struggled to pull Sister Arabella's hand away from her armor, leaning against the silver church door with relief carvings, and stood up. The pool of blood soaked the floor tiles under her.

She took off her helmet, took out the bolt pistol from her waist, and shot at the group of vampires, with a pale smile on her pale lips.

"It's a pleasure to fight side by side with you."

"May your soul return to the golden throne."

Sister Arabella wiped the hot tears from her eyes firmly, stopped the bleeding for her with the first aid hemostatic gel, and then pursed her lips and ran to other seriously injured people.

"Puff!"

The senior nun who stood in the front to block the demon was stabbed by several hell blades. The fiery red blade pierced her thighs, waist, abdomen, arms, and cut off one of her palms.

Before the demon chopped off her head, she snorted and took a breath, raised the corner of her mouth, and detonated the grenade on her body.

"The Emperor redeemed my soul, but you will never be saved." She sneered.

Then, this loyal and brave high-ranking nun, in a noble martyrdom, spread her arms and jumped down the stairs, emitting a golden light among the demons.

The light, which was stronger than the explosion, killed and exiled a large number of demons, relieving some pressure on the defenders on the stairs.

The blood angels tried their best to stop the demons from advancing. Everyone was injured. Their solid ceramic steel armor was torn by the bright red blades, and their flesh was burned by the unclean red flames.

But they said nothing and guarded the evacuation of the mortals behind them unwaveringly.

They could see that these hideous demons wanted their blood and heads very much, but they would not give these scum a chance. Taking advantage of the height difference, any bloodletting ghost who dared to come forward was chopped down by them.

The sacrifice of the Battle Sisters of the Holy Rose paid off. The evacuation finally came to an end, and the long queue on the stairs finally appeared.

Only the last 5 of the 20 battle nuns of the Holy Gate Guards were left standing injured or disabled. The other sisters fell at their feet, and the red eyes on their helmets lost their brightness and vitality.

Even though the blood flow continued, they still guarded the silver door devoutly and firmly, guarded the bodies of the sacrificed sisters from being beheaded and desecrated, and still fought bravely.

But the number of demons was too great, and gradually even the Blood Angels were unable to stop the demons from advancing.

Not only vampires, but also a hellhound with gill fins rushed out, greedily preying on flesh and blood.

"We must retreat!" The situation in front of him was no longer enough to support the guards at the gate. Amid the wild waves of demons, Horatio vaguely saw a maniacally laughing face through the gap.

The sinister face of a horned demon. Horatio knew this demon, it was Khorne's warlord, the bloodthirsty Ka'banhar.

But after the opening and closing of the rift was constrained by mysterious power, it was not enough for such a huge demon to pour out from inside, and the only enemies in front of it were a steady stream of vampires.

"Close the door! Let's come to the back! Brothers who fight side by side, protect the people in the church with our wishes. Please don't let the burial place of our saints be defiled and desecrated by the devil!" A gatekeeper nun said while fighting. Shouting loudly, the other four sisters continued to sing carols in haggard tones.

But the song they sang was a sacrificial elegy praising loyalty.

Horatio gasped for breath. He wanted to cover the nuns and go in together, but the injured women were already stuck to the vampires and could not escape at all.

"Guardian, you still have unfinished duties! Please, please fulfill our last wish."

In the end, Horatio was forcibly pushed in by a battle sister. He wanted to pull her in, but the battle sister resolutely pressed the switch, slowly closed the silver door, and turned firmly towards her battle sister.

Through the gap before it closed, Horatio saw the last gatekeeper fall.

The vampires roared and tried to reap the spoils.

The nun with a broken leg leaning outside the door laughed coldly, laughing at the devil's ignorant carnival.

"Say goodbye to your skull, demon."

The nun picked up a promethium flamethrower next to her and pulled the trigger. The fire burned at the top of the stairs in the entire church, igniting the remains of the fallen combat nuns, including herself.

She accepted her fate calmly and sang beautiful hymns with a beautiful voice.

People inside the door heard this melodious singing, and many of them burst into tears.

The flames ignited her black robes, and the shining silver armor reflected the golden firelight.

"Are you here to lead us to the Golden Throne?" She saw the golden illusion coming out of the flames, and murmured softly to herself in a voice weakened by severe blood loss.

In the raging fire, the nun with a broken leg raised her pale lips and leaned against the silver door calmly with a soft smile.

Daemons roared and tried to rush into the fire to retrieve the loot, but as soon as they came into contact with the golden flames, they were burned and banished, and could not be reborn in the warp.

The vampire was too timid to go up anymore, so he could only wait for the golden fire to dissipate.

What made them even more furious was that the skulls they were thinking about turned into golden light and disappeared together with the bodies of the battle sisters.

All he could do was watch as the easy-to-get loot turned into a pile of silvery pure white power armor.

They screamed and roared, but all they could do was avoid the golden fire, and they cursed loudly with evil words angrily. There was no other way.

Noble sacrifice, because of this, human civilization can survive.

But the battle of the living was not over yet. Horatio looked at the tall and magnificent silver door in front of him with a gloomy face, and the crunching sound of gnashing teeth could be clearly heard.

He turned around and saw that the soldiers on the defense line were in low spirits. A sense of sadness filled the air above them, and their morale was almost as low as freezing point.

Horatio's lips moved slightly.

"Behind us is His icon! (The icon of the Church of the Goddess is three-sided), His people! The devil can't even think of desecrating this holy land today! Fix the bayonet! Activate the chain sword!"

He shouted into the church with a loud and exciting voice:

"Loyal warriors of the Emperor! For the Emperor! For Sanguinius! For Saint Arabella! For the warriors who sacrificed today! Prepare to fight! We will never retreat! Never retreat!! (No step back!)"

He shouted the slogan of the Soviet Red Army when it defended Moscow. He wanted to use this determination to boost the fighting spirit of himself and everyone else, inspiring them to continue fighting instead of being demoralized by sadness.

"Never retreat! Fight to the death! We are the Cadian Lightning Army! We will hold on to the death!"

"Defend the Emperor! The Imperial Navy will never surrender! The Gothic Fleet will never admit defeat!!!"

"Glory to the Emperor! Victory to Sanguinius!!"

"Saint Arabella is watching over us, sisters, carry on the faith of our departed sisters and drive away evil spirits!!"

The warriors raised their weapons and roared in unison.

Behind them, golden statues shimmered brilliantly.

Under the radiance of Horatio's inspiration and the power of faith accumulated by tens of thousands of people, grief and anger turned into a higher fighting spirit and belief.

The warriors' exhausted bodies instantly regained their motivation, and the negative emotions in their hearts turned into a renewed fighting spirit, and they were fully motivated for the bloody death battle that followed.

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