On the battlefield in the mezzanine of the outside world, the imperial guards have become more and more unable to support it, although no one has retreated, but the endless sea of insects and the tall holy insects undoubtedly indicate a point. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Death is not far off.

"Political commissar, I only have one poison gas bomb left, its yield is too large, after I use it, I'm afraid it will really be over."

"Phew!" Konstantin spat out a mouthful of bloody thick phlegm, "Got it, when we're all dead, we'll blow it up." And how many more, reported! ”

"The instructor is still alive, but there is only one breath left, and his team is all dead!"

"Ten loitering left!"

"Richard and Jackson are still here!"

"There are still rats and monkeys left in the heavy fire group, and the viper has just died!"

"Black Dog Report!"

"And me." Arbitrator Alice shouted, a hideous streak of blood under her right eye, and her armor was tattered and unintact.

"Letherin is still there, but the ape-man is only number four!" I don't know which soldier shouted that.

It seems that this is the end.

"Little bunnies, we're here, and it's up to you next!"

"Well, everybody watch!" Konstantin pressed the brim of his hat and glanced around.

That's all there is left...... Konstantin threw his last sigh into the air, and then shouted loudly, "Bunnies, look, we are facing hundreds of thousands of times our xenomorphs, and have hit them hard, look at that big bug, even the Tyren Titan is blocked here by us!" I know we're almost out of ammo, and so am I, but that's not a reason for us to give up! We are the Emperor's soldiers, company commanders, priests, and inquisitors to carry out their mission, and we will fulfill our last mission! Tell me, are you afraid of death? ”

"Serve the emperor until death!" Resolute shouts echoed above the position.

"Okay! You bunnies, you're the real guardians of the Empire! Now come with me, and let these soulless bugs see how the Emperor's people greet death! ”

Then Konstantin stood at the top of the hill, his chainsaw sword held alof, his eyes wide open, and he let out a cry that would terrify the tyrant of the swarm.

"Imperial Guards, attack!"

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We are the Cursed Bondage, the creatures of the subspace, but we are also the ones who fight for humanity, the last guardians of our destiny.

Fate is our last shackle, and mission is our last support. Even with such a broken body, we are still the Emperor's Space Marines; Even though we have been exiled forever, we will always fight for humanity and the Emperor.

Though we are exiled in such wicked places, as cursed people.

But we are also the blessed, for we are the only warriors who can fight at the will of the Emperor.

We are the Legion of Curses, eternal subspace wanderers, one is many, and all are one.

We are born of human expectations and fight for the mission given by the Emperor.

Now, in front of us, is a new battle.

There is no need to question or doubt, the Emperor has shown us the way.

The flames burned, and one by one, the silent warriors in black armor and their bodies burned out of the deep darkness of the subspace.

In front of them was the endless sea of Tyranid worms, with the huge Tyranid Titan standing in the center, and the Elder of the Thieves standing on the other side, as if he hadn't realized where this black-armored warrior came from.

The flaming bolt erupted from the detonator, tearing open the carapace of the nearest executioner, and then, its entire body.

Curse the Legion, Descend.

They are a mysterious group of Space Marines who, when all hope seems elusive, stride from the realm of Hades to writh the Empire's enemies, and when the bloody battle is over, they disappear with them. They are legendary, and some skeptics say that the emperor had a loyal army that was beyond the world. The Cursed Legion is the embodiment of the Vengeful Flame, and at first glance it may seem like a regular Space Marine, but it soon proves that they are even more powerful. There are many different accounts of them dwelling in the physical and subspace, dreaming of despair, and igniting the flames of hatred in a corner of the world. There are very few people who can see them in person, and even fewer people who can maintain their sanity after they appear.

They fought as one, helping the Imperial army when they were beaten to the ground. It seems that the soldiers of the Legion have been infected by an unknown subspace disease, and their sanity has slowly been eroded, and as time passes, the cells in their bodies begin to rot, but they have also been given supernatural powers, and are able to use the power of subspace to destroy the emperor's enemies. The fighters of each legion quickly approached the moment when they succumbed to the infection. The battle begins the final phase of the infection, which allows the infected warrior to have peak strength but also to go berserk until death.

Their legends are scattered across the galaxy, and even the unbelievers tell their stories in near-silent voices. These silent warriors look like space marines, their black armor strewn with fire and bone, but they're not any warbands known to the Empire. Most of those who have witnessed the Cursed Legion dispute their bodies, eerie fluorescent glows permeating their black armor, ghostly auras dancing at their feet. There is plenty of evidence that the Legion of Curses can withstand attacks that mortals would turn to ashes. According to reports from the Kaye War Zone, there is a small group of Cursed Legions that can withstand the volcanic cannon attack that destroyed four Marauder tanks and several Space Marine squads.

The Legionnaire uses a blaster that looks like a normal blaster, but fires flaming bullets to destroy even the hardest armor. Nothing can withstand the wrath of the wrath of the Cursed Legion, not even the Chosen of Chaos, concrete bunkers, or boiling lava.

Their nature and origins are surrounded by a great fog. Some rumors say that they are survivors of the Fire Eagle Warband, transformed by a subspace storm. Other sources believe that they are an extension of the Emperor's will, a lost savior, or even the angry souls of the Space Marines who died in many Imperial battles. In the course of some of the Inquisitor's investigations, they attempted to capture or intercept the Cursed Legion, but failed; There are things that somehow prevent the Inquisitor from achieving their goals, leaving them with nothing more than frustrating eyewitness evidence.

Who is the divine guiding the Cursed Legion? Perhaps the emperor himself. They appear only in critical moments, transforming a desperate war from disaster into victory. Regardless of the form of conflict, the Legion fights with precision that few can match, sweeping away enemy forces like vengeful spirits. Fear is their vanguard, and annihilation is their gift. At the end of the battle, the legion went as fast as it came, leaving only the corpses and the doubts of the wounded as they woke up