Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Chapter 112 The Final Era: Blackstone Fortress (7) With a mortal body, rivaling the gods

The difficulty of this mission has never been to destroy the reactor. In fact, that is only the first half of Vito's plan, and the really hardest part is the second half, which is simply how to escape.

Of course, do you really think Vito is here to die generously? He still had a lot to do, and besides, he wasn't going to die for that old bastard's "great cause," at least not yet, so yes, the most important part of his plan was how to evacuate.

Evacuate safely.

Now is the time to execute this part, and as Vito thought, it is very, very, very rare.

Vito rushed to the front of the team and fired while running. He had long since abandoned his bolter and fired with the plasma cannon on his right arm. The flashing plasma struck the surrounding enemies, those mortal traitors, He shot down all the low-level demons, while the traitorous Astartes were handed over to the loyalists.

Bell's superb marksmanship was fully demonstrated as he walked behind Vito. He aimed and fired with extremely fast, precise and incredible speed. Bell's subconscious seemed to have an instinct, an instinctive judgment of the possible location of danger. .

The bolt gun in the hands of the Ultramarines fired continuously, and each shot would undoubtedly hit the enemy's vital point. Each enemy fell to the ground with a crash, and his explosive bombs also decreased rapidly with the death of the enemy.

But it was the survivors of the assault force who suffered the most rapid losses.

The Thirteenth Cadian Regiment and the Mechanicus Skitarii have all been sacrificed, with no one left, and there are only twenty Space Marines left in the entire Fire Howling Company, and even this number is less than that.

They suffered heavy losses during the attack, and the losses during the retreat were equally heavy, or even worse. The enemies seemed to want to vent their anger and surrounded them from all directions, using all means to attack them.

There were forty people when they came out of the reactor, but now there are less than twenty people left. It has only been a little more than an hour since they landed at Blackstone Fortress, but this is the only number of people left in the entire commando team. .

The last wolves broke out with all their strength. The Astartes advanced at high speed. Ragnar and Lancelot were covered in blood. On their right shoulders were the pauldrons of their former battle group. Completely stained with blood.

Every single one of them was covered in blood, most were damaged, and most had weapons as bad as their users.

Ragnar's chain ax had been severely damaged by countless chops, its roaring chainsaw cuts were full of nicks, and his armor and helmet were also damaged.

But the angry wolf still killed a traitor once again. He wielded his tomahawk and chopped down the enemies in the way. They killed all the way from the core area, passing through corridors and halls filled with corpses, and finally Finally, we are almost reaching the periphery.

Everyone walked through the vast flag hall, where the glorious battle flag of the empire once hung, but now hangs countless blasphemies. The abominable believers of the four gods placed their twisted decorations here, as if to make anyone The boarders immediately noticed their "achievement"

The last remnants of the assault team passed through the center of the hall, and the bolters of the Wolf regiment soldiers laughed and fired around, killing the enemies in the darkness behind the colonnade with bolts.

Pieces of blood fell to the ground along with the mutilated corpses. The bright gunfire continued to illuminate the floor of the hall, and also illuminated the corpses left behind when they first entered here.

The corpses of the Wolf regiment soldiers and traitors were mixed together, as were the corpses of the Cadian Army and Skitarii soldiers. A large number of demons and mortal traitors filled the hall, and they were almost constantly knocking away the corpses and advancing forward. .

Bell's gun muzzle turned in the direction. To be honest, could it be said that people who can be doctors are just as fierce in killing people? Our pharmacist is pulling the trigger almost every second, and with the pull of his finger, explosive bombs are fired, knocking each enemy to the ground.

The muzzle of his gun rotated flexibly among the soldiers. It was clearly uninterrupted. It could even be called continuous shooting but it would not hit any of his own people. His explosive bombs seemed to have wisdom and could bypass them. It's like flying on your own.

A traitor from the Black Legion strode out from behind the stone pillar. He picked up a melta gun with a burning skull and fired. A Wolf Legion soldier collapsed after being hit, and the traitor almost immediately His head was shot off by Bell.

But after Bell blew up the traitor's ugly face, he discovered that all his ammunition and magazines had been emptied. Yes, Bell had used up all the double explosives he carried.

It wasn't him. Everyone had run out of ammunition. Sven clicked the bolt pistol in his hand, and the machine spirit fell into silence and never responded.

Vito also ceased fire after killing a heretic. The plasma cannon on his right arm was completely silent. No matter how he activated the trigger, the plasma did not fire a single shot.

But they had done the impossible, they had made it to the dock and to the extraction point.

But this did not mean that everything was over. Everyone turned their heads and saw the enemies appearing at the end of the hall. A large number of traitors chased from the fortress appeared in the hall.

Astartes traitors, mortal traitors and demons mixed together and rushed forward. They roared and fired a bolt bomb at them. The loyalists immediately hid at the gate of the dock to avoid the bolt fire.

A rocket flew out of it, and the missile accurately hit a Thunderhawk docked in the dock. The Thunderhawk, whose master would never come back, exploded instantly, and the violent explosion affected several Thunderhawks around.

More plasma and rockets flew out of the hall, ruthlessly bombarding the Thunderhawks and Valkyries in the dock. They were destroying the escape means of the loyalists.

Sven sighed, then looked at Vito, he smiled and took off his helmet, "It looks like we should say goodbye, Inquisitor."

"Sven." "I know, but someone must stay to cover the retreat."

Sven. Blood Howl, the last wolf lord of the Fire Howl Company, said with a smile. He looked around at the last warriors who had already understood everything, "Our brothers are all sleeping here, I don't want them to leave me and go to Valhalla."

"Wolf Lord." Ragnar seemed to want to say something but was interrupted by Sven. He held the young man. Wild Wolf's shoulder, "The All-Father still has a mission for you, right?"

Ragnar wanted to say something but didn't say it. He nodded silently. The Wolf Lord laughed and patted his shoulder, "Go and complete your mission! Young wolf cub, complete our duties for us!"

"And I will fight for this opportunity for you." Swain said, throwing away the grenade launcher, spinning the power axe a few times in his hand, he looked at the Death Watch and the two Inquisitors present, and the Wolf's heroic laughter overwhelmed all the guns and shouts around.

Swain smiled and looked at Bell, he showed a mouthful of teeth that were no different from those of a wolf, "Brother, give me the last explosives, I will use them."

Bell was silent for a moment, and the Ultramarines took off their backpacks after a moment's hesitation. He handed it to Swain, who nodded gratefully.

"Please forgive me, everyone, the last ticket to Valhalla has to be handed over to us!" Swain shouted and howled to the last warriors around him, and all the warriors howled.

Bloodhowl suddenly rushed out, and the warriors rushed out with him. They rushed up and collided with the traitors just before they arrived at the gate. Now their bombs and plasma were useless.

The battle began with the most brutal hand-to-hand combat. The wolf warriors fought selflessly, hacking and roaring accompanied by blood splashing and flying. Sven's power axe kept swinging and cutting. They blocked the gate like the legendary 300 Spartans, blocking the gate with their bodies and blood.

Vito and others rushed to the Blue Shark. Ragnar looked at his brothers after running a few steps. He stood there blankly watching his brothers fighting with Chaos.

"Let's go! Ragnar! Our mission is not over yet!" Lancelot said, holding his shoulder, "The Emperor needs us! We can't just die like this!"

"I know, I know." Ragnar said sadly, then turned his head and said, "Goodbye, brothers."

They rushed onto the deck, and Vito watched everyone enter the Thunderhawk from the edge of the deck. He turned his head and looked at the entrance, looking at the place where there were already mountains of corpses and blood.

The selfless battle of the Wolf Regiment warriors crossed the critical point of their bloodline. They turned into wolves, and the ancient gene seed defects now turned into angry fires. The fire burned, and once it burned, it would never go out.

The sharp teeth and all the characteristics of werewolves were exposed. They broke their weapons and fought with claws and fangs. They slashed each other with Chaos at very close range at the gate.

The warriors climbed up the pile of corpses and slashed the enemies who climbed up on the mountain peaks. Bombs were fired from the back, and countless traitors climbed up the corpses and drowned them.

The Wolf Soldiers fought, their chainsaw axes and power axes slashing at the enemies in front of them, and the last wolf lived up to the name of the Primarch and fought selflessly.

They disappeared in the scarlet wave, and only Sven Gorehowl was still standing at the top, wielding the power axe and howling as he slashed at the enemies one by one, blood splashing in front of him.

Bomb after bomb hit him, his armor was pierced, and flesh and blood spurted out from under it, but Sven still fought with all his heart, his battle axe ruthlessly slashing and killing enemies one by one.

He killed many people, many, many, but in the end his leg was pierced by a spear, the Chaos Spear pierced his thigh and made him stumble, and Gorehowl chopped the spearman to death with an axe.

But the Chaos traitors around him immediately saw the opportunity and rushed forward. They pulled the Wolf Lord's body and submerged him in the waves. Countless swords and spears pierced Sven. Under the siege of the traitors, the Wolf Lord raised Bell's backpack, and one of his hands pulled on the safety pin of one of the explosives.

"All-Father! Hear my roar!"

Sven. Bloody Howl detonated the bomb, and all the bombs in the backpack turned into the Emperor's wrath, and the explosion instantly engulfed Sven and the traitors around him.

Plasma and molten flames intertwined with each other, blue flames and scarlet flames devoured and merged with each other, and the fire of destruction swept half of the hall, all the Chaos traitors and corpses were swallowed up, and the blasphemous objects hanging on the wall collapsed in the fire cloud.

The huge explosion engulfed half of the dock, and the Valkyries and Thunder Eagles still on the deck exploded in a chain reaction, and one after another of the explosions affected the entire deck.

But the real roar was not the sound of the explosion, but the final roar of Sven Bloodhowl. That final sound crossed the curtain of the subspace and reached the other side of the Sea of ​​Souls.

On top of the golden throne, in the eye sockets of the immortal bones that were forever burning with psychic flames, a drop of tears flowed from the eye sockets that had long since lost their eyes.