Chapter 112: The End of the Age: Blackstone Fortress (VII) As a Mortal

Chapter 112 The End of the Era: Blackstone Fortress (VII) With a mortal body, on par with 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 most difficult 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 has a lot of things to do, and besides, he will not die for the "great cause" of that old bastard, at least not now, so yes, the most important part of his plan is how to evacuate.

Evacuate safely.

And now is the time to execute this part, and as Vito thought, it is very, very, very difficult.

Vito rushed to the front of the team and fired while running. He had thrown away the grenade gun and fired with the plasma cannon on his right arm. Flashing plasma hit the surrounding enemies one by one. Those mortal traitors and low-level demons were shot by him, and the traitor Astartes were handed over to the loyalists.

Bell walked behind Vito, showing off his superb marksmanship. He aimed and fired with extremely fast, accurate and incredible speed. Bell's subconscious seemed to have an instinct, an instinctive judgment of the possible location of danger.

The Ultramarines kept firing with their bolters, and each shot would undoubtedly hit the enemy's vital points. One by one, the enemies fell to the ground, and his bolter also decreased rapidly with the death of the enemies.

But the survivors of the assault force suffered the fastest losses.

The 13th Regiment of Cadia and the Skitarii of the Mechanicus had all died, without a single person left, and there were only 20 Space Marines left in the entire Howling Fire Company, or even less.

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

There were forty of them when they came out of the reactor, but now there are less than twenty left. It has only been a little over an hour since they landed on the Blackstone Fortress, but the entire commando team has only these few people left.

The last Wolves tried their best to break out, and the Astartes advanced at high speed. Ragnar and Lancelot were already covered in blood, and the shoulder armor on their right shoulders that belonged to their former regiments was completely stained black with dirty blood.

Each of them was like this, they were covered in blood, and most of them were injured, and most of the weapons were in the same bad condition as their users.

Ragnar's chain saw axe had been severely damaged by countless chops, and the cuts of its roaring chain saw were full of gaps, and the armor and helmet were also damaged.

But the angry wolf killed a traitor again, wielding a battle axe to chop the enemies who blocked his way. They killed all the way out from the core area, passing through corridors and halls full of corpses, and finally almost killed to the periphery.

The crowd passed through the wide hall of banners, where the glorious battle flags of the Empire were once hung, but now countless blasphemous objects were hung. The abominable followers of the Four Gods placed their twisted decorations here, as if to make any boarder immediately notice their "achievements".

The last remnants of the assault team killed their way through the center of the hall, and the Wolf Regiment soldiers' grenade guns laughed and fired around, killing the enemies in the darkness behind the colonnade one by one.

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

The corpses of the Wolf Regiment soldiers and the traitors lay mixed together, as did the remains of the Cadian Army and the Crusader Army. A large number of demons and mortal traitors filled the hall, and they almost kept knocking the corpses aside and advancing forward.

Bell's gun muzzle turned in the direction. To be honest, could it be that people who can be doctors are also as fierce in killing people? Our pharmacist was pulling the trigger almost every second, and the explosive bullets rang out with his fingers, knocking down enemies one by one.

His muzzle turned flexibly between the soldiers, clearly uninterrupted, and even continuous shooting, but he would not hit any of his own people. His explosive bullets seemed to have wisdom and could fly around his own people.

A traitor from the Black Legion strode out from behind the stone pillar. He picked up a hot melt gun with a burning skull and fired. A wolf soldier was hit and collapsed. The traitor was almost immediately shot in the head by Bell.

But when Bell blew up the ugly face of the traitor, he found that all his ammunition and all the magazines had been emptied. Yes, the double explosive bullets that Bell carried were all used up.

Not him, everyone's ammunition was used up. Sven clicked the explosive pistol in his hand, and the machine soul fell into silence and no longer responded.

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

But they had done what was impossible. They came to the dock and reached the evacuation point.

But this did not mean the end of everything. Everyone turned around and saw the enemy appearing at the end of the hall. A large number of traitors who had chased out of the fortress appeared in the hall.

Astartes traitors, mortal traitors and demons mixed together and rushed up. They roared and fired bombs one by one. The loyalists immediately hid at the gate of the dock to avoid the bomb 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 means of escape for 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 behind 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, who raised his hand and 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 judges present, and the Wild 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 of 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 pressed his shoulder and said, "The Emperor needs us! We can't die like this!"

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

They rushed onto the deck. 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. 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 the golden throne, a tear fell from the eye sockets of the immortal skeleton that was always burning with psychic flames, where the eyes had long been gone.