The battle is bright, the situation is decided, the Emperor's light and the activity of the Destruction Eagle will eventually destroy all the heretical traitors, and the punishment that awaits those mortals who were once part of the empire is death, a merciless death, a cruel death, and their souls will be taken by their gods as toys or food, so far, the blood of heretics has moistened every corner of this land, thanks to the efforts of heavy raider tanks, thunderhawk gunboats soaring in the sky, many war engines and space marines.

The sky was dark from the bombardment of the long war, but interestingly, this time the clouds were not filthy, but rather clean, and after a brief assembly of the Imperial Guards, drops of rain fell and pounded on the once dead world.

And the Loander infantrymen wore thick faux leather trench coats, raindrops fell on their plackets or gas masks, dripping down those "pig nose" bulges, and laser guns were mounted on their right shoulders, and they stood, standing on their hometowns, silently mourning their comrades-in-arms with silence, and clearing their shame with victory.

They were pale, dark-haired, and looked a little malnourished, and they wore black uniforms, they were hopeless, but they were incomparably great, and when the captain walked across the wet concrete floor with the clatter of his boots, the officer, the captain, Mr. Tesker, who had survived a cruel and bloody flesh-grinding battle for a full month, announced to everyone in the name of the commander-in-chief this hard-won victory.

The raindrops fell on his inky uniform, then slid down the waterproof coating, moistening his skin, and then wiped the Aquila emblem on his right chest and neck, and the soldiers gently struck the ground with the handle of their guns, and the low vibration sound was amplified by the resonance of thousands of people, and penetrated into the hearts of the people.

Although the world is now in shambles, the starport is paralyzed, the people are dead, and the low-earth orbit defense system is paralyzed, but those soldiers have proven time and time again that this is not a worthless place.

Only loyalty and sacrifice have shaped a noble spirit beyond its essential physical form, and the victory thus created makes the soldiers who stand in front of the ruins of the track especially honorable, and the blood of those defeated heretics moistens the soil, as they say, the raindrops at this moment are no longer greasy and poisonous, but clean and clean.

However, some obeyed, some won, and some persisted, and on the Aquila Mountain, which surrounded many poisonous corpses and demons, dark green phantoms had appeared in that towering place, stirring strange cauldrons, and the power of chaos reached its limit at this moment, which was a sacrifice that used most of the souls on the planet.

And during this time, it was only about a day and a half, and the master chief led the troops to conduct guerrilla warfare, extermination, and that zombie attack has been maintained many times, carried out many times, and completed many times, but the effect is not great. Feng. Cards dodge deadly attacks every time in a critical moment, every time, every time.

Now that the heroes of the Destruction Eagle Warband are hiding in the abandoned pipelines of the nest capital on the outskirts of Aquila Mountain, the Chimera armored vehicles are covered in coated nets, and a simple holy anointing can cover them to disable the enemy's divination instruments, but the Master Chief is still worried.

It was pitch black, dilapidated, and rusty with pipes that smelled like blood, or that the smell of blood was close to rust, and the pipes weren't pure gold, just poor alloys, and they had been like this for hundreds of years, and the inside of the pipes was completely blocked, and the mouth of the pipes was covered with gravel and many other things, blending in with the natural environment, and they wouldn't have been able to find this place if it weren't for the mortal soldiers brought by the Master Chief who had grown up here.

Twenty warriors were thus crowded here, but the pipes were better than concealment, and they were not afraid of those who sought them, but they were not able to waste a single bullet, or a reserve blade of a chainsaw sword.

The Astartes' high-tech helmets ensure that they are still clear and visible at the bottom light, so they only silently maintain the equipment, but the laser clips that have been used many times on the ground reveal their current status.

Mortals use faintly glowing lumen balls to keep the light open, and the young mortal who once flew the Thunderhawk has faded a lot of timidity and quietly tended to the equipment for the Master Chief.

The Master Chief picked up a child from the ground, or a plastic toy carved as a child by a military friend who was serving here, a fake model of an Astarte warrior, crude, but recognizable by the faint Aquila markings on it, a Space Marine.

Interestingly, their small base does attract Space Marines these days, and it does become a base, and it does provide security.

He was a little surprised by the damned sense of fate behind this, and rejoiced in his choice, in the guerrilla warfare, it saved them a lot of inconvenience, but looking at the dwindling supplies and the enemy's rituals of speed, he spoke.

"It's the third day, the war in the fortress should be over, I don't know how it goes, the damn ritual here has produced psionic fluctuations, it's too strong, and our communications are completely obscured."

His human servant lieutenant rubbed his armor and brought in the few supplies in the armored vehicle. "My lord, are our reinforcements not far away?"

The Master Chief lowered his head, his pupils were squinting slightly, he felt a strange touch, the whole world was pulled into a dark green filthy garden, he rubbed his temples, even the superhuman will of the Star Marine could not hold on, he could only withdraw, his forehead was covered with sweat, and then reached out to take his bright red helmet.

"Can't wait, today, at some point today, the ritual is about to be completed, this world is already as weak as Mandeville Point, the gap between the Supreme Heaven and reality has been blurred, although I don't know what spells they used to hinder the appearance of demons, but I think those powers are absolutely, absolutely not used for them."

He put on his helmet, confirmed the bayonet, the eye indicator flashed, the nuclear power battery drove it to full of source power, and the mortal servant asked timidly. "But my lord, we've just finished a guerrilla war."

"Time waits for no one..."The Master Chief flashed through his mind how the plan to snipe the enemy's command during the guerrilla attack failed, as if he had divine help, it was the evil lord of this field who protected him? Still is?

His thoughts were forcibly dispelled by himself, this time he had to kill that bastard, anyway, he needed a plan...

He gathered the attention of the brothers, made a short, quiet gesture, and motioned for them to put on their helmets so that they could talk.

"The mortal forces of the reconnaissance team reported some time ago that the enemy may be having a headache with the materials for the last stage of the ritual, those equipment carts have been activated, so they will risk collecting some corpses and doing those disgusting things, and this is our chance......."

"They're going to take a lot of their already stretched forces away so they can complete their pact with the Chaos Gods as soon as possible, so we can attack the base."

"In a few hours is the last chance, I don't want to fail, no matter what the cost, protect the souls of the people of the empire in this world from being seized by chaos and become a prop for those bastards to sacrifice their power, so we need to kill that war lord!"

The loyal fighting brothers quickly replied, they had no complaints, as long as they could contribute to the continuation of the empire, death was not a big deal for the Destruction Eagles, they adjusted the jump backpack, filled up the fuel, the Chimera armored car is not strong in the baggage capacity, and it is difficult to provide supplies for a team of 20 people, especially if there are ten Astartes.

It was the last chance for those backpacks to jump, to fill up their fuel, to wipe their explosives, and the Emperor's honor to shine in them, though now they were hiding in rusty old pipes, surrounded by many mortal troops.

Master Chief just said. "Get in the car." The Loander elite and space marines stepped out of the dark, narrow, lightless place, the warmth of the stars shining again, the light reflected off the beautiful armor reminding the Destruction Eagles that they were not rats.

The heretical forces also felt loyal as a result, but what greeted them was called bombs and lasers.

A few hours later, here, on the imperfect road near Aquila Mountain, several tanks were slowly crushing the abandoned civilian vehicles or crude anti-gravity flying equipment on it, but in any case, the former owners of those equipment, the dignitaries of this world, were already wailing in pain in the crucible of the gods.

A creaking sound, the tracks flattening the metal, and a command tank sat Ed. Feng. Ka, and watched the troops leave, which showed that he was indeed qualified as a commander, at least he really cherished his soldiers, and at the same time was satisfied with his own war spokesman as the Lord of the Plague.

A mad, beloved, twisted and perverted war maniac, and one of the most disgusted and unwanted enemies of the Empire, for God knows what he will end up doing for his beliefs, and those nobles satisfy his material needs, so he cares more about spiritual pleasure and faith than most ordinary people.

This quality is very strange, it is both good and bad, and people can become sluggish and inflexible because of this, and they can become heroes and great men because of such thoughts, but the essence is only the difference between winners and losers.

He is a hero when he wins, a hero of heresy, and a monster when he loses, a monster of the empire, so he can't lose, and he doesn't want to lose, when his sharp eyes look at the sky, at this moment he looks out from the observation hole, chanting. "Scatter, Scatter, what should I do? The ceremony approached, the enemy remained, the castle was destroyed, and the comrades dissipated. ”

Instead of the mysterious words of his friend's soul, he was answered by a long, terrifying siren of attack, piercing and intense, as Space Marines soared through the skies with jumping backpacks and blasters slammed pellets into the heads of the fire-wielding sentinels on the towers as if they were destined to do so.

A Chimera armored vehicle slid down the small hill on the side of Aquila Mountain with ingenious technology, cutting off the retreat of the reconnaissance tank and blocking it at the doorway, and dozens of mortal heroes stepped out of the vehicle, delaying precious time with shots and cover, even if it was only a moment for them to be surrounded by dozens of times the enemy.

It's just that the sky-soaring Space Marines fall, using their terrifying red and white armor to resist attacks for their mortal friends, fighting side by side.

Finally, the ruined camps, trenches, and mess became the root of the Space Marine's interception, and the Master Chief fell from the sky in front of the Scout Tank, he picked up the falcon sword, and wanted to cut through the shell of the weak Salamander Command Tank with a destructive stance, and then kill the heretical War Lord and put an end to everything.

And at the cost of dozens of Space Marines and Empire mortal heroes, as well as his death, but even so, this time it was his most aggressive, crazy, and desperate battle.

A few rune warriors crawled out of the hull of the salamander tank, they were too small compared to the space marines who came, the master chief raised his weapon, and the explosive bomb easily took the lives of those seemingly powerful warriors, and now his reflexes, prediction ability, and even faint psionic sensing are far beyond those mortals, and the seemingly powerful freaks have become worthless in front of him.

At the moment someone on the Salamander tank wanted to raise the storm blaster, the Master Chief did not react, he was dealing with the enemy, the hateful enemy, that heretic took aim, and then pressed the trigger ...

Bang bang bang! The fierce heat fired, but it was not the Master Chief who could be stained red, but the enemy hull, because the Chimera's armored car's multiple heavy explosive shells had been fired, and the front of the car on this side was always paying attention to the battle of the Master Chief, which was amazing, shooting at this angle and hitting accurately, the talent displayed by the mortal servant in driving was amazing.

And what allowed him to really use all his abilities, one was the crucible of war, and the other was the captain of Astarte, the chief of the master officer made an ancient gesture with his metal arm in a gesture there, and the thumb of his left hand was slowly raised, and the palm of his hand was a fist, and it was taken as a silent compliment.

Then, the falcon's sword violently inserted into the thin layer of armor, sparks flew everywhere, and the master chief stepped on the front of the car to help exert force, and the destruction position buzzed and roared, and finally, the entire crew was torn open, revealing the panicked driver and observer inside, as well as the nobleman who pointed the deflagration pistol at the master chief, Ed. Feng. Card.

"It's over, the Destruction Eagle and Loander have won." Master Chief spoke.

Ed. Feng. Ka said. "No, the Lord of the Plague will not abandon me, Praise of the Darkness, while your Corpse Emperor will stand idly by, no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to change."

The Master Chief looked at the madman in amazement, even though his bright red helmet dripped the blood of his warriors, condescendingly on the white cheeks of the noble lord, but he was still not afraid.

However, he didn't care, as long as he was sent to the High Heaven, the matter would be over, and when the sword of the Destruction Eagle was raised high, this mortal could no longer live.

But only this time, as he said, the plague lord favored him, a violent explosion appeared in the cover of the Chimera armored car, those loyal to his brothers, mortals, and the Chimera armored car were suddenly violently pulled apart, a strong sense of psionic energy, and the breath of the plague, so that the master chief lost his mind, so the sword was misplaced, killing the unlucky pilot, and the flesh and blood were split.

But that feeling was so familiar and strange to Master Chief, but soon, Ed. Feng. Ka suddenly shouted. "Scatot!"

"Scatter?" Master Chief hesitated and repeated the words, and then he heard the sound of jingling bells and distillation tanks hitting each other, and he looked sideways at the place where the poisonous gas was like hell, the blood-stained robes, the struggling mortals, the dark reflection cast by the firelight, the shadows were strange, from the perspective of anatomy, he... Or it, without a head!

(End of chapter)