Chapter 245 The Primarch Rises: The Gate of Hell

The gray sky flickered with dim firelight. After a brief pause, the flames of war were ignited again. The flames of the explosion penetrated the dust and dark clouds and shone a faint light on the lieutenant's face. The tank soldier's helmet above his head shone brightly. Illuminated under the flames of war, the Imperial Sky Eagle, a symbol of loyalty, flashes in the center of the hat.

But the lieutenant knew that the Skyhawk, which symbolized loyalty, might not be so loyal now. He sat on the roof of the Leman Russ main battle tank, his eyes looking back towards the end of this huge armored convoy.

This former country road is filled with armored vehicles and tanks. War machines produced in the Mechanicum's foundry are lined up one by one. On a small road, the end of the team stretches all the way to the endless horizon.

There are craters and barren purple-blue land everywhere on both sides of the road. The artillerymen have exhausted their firepower and cannot stop this chaotic pollution. They may be able to blow those demons into a pulp, but they can only pass through the unreasonable artillery fire. Block the pollution that seeps into the land, and now, this fleet is parked in this polluted and cursed land.

The lieutenant knew that these contaminations would not affect the human body. They would neither mutate nor go crazy. As an officer who had received strict education at Macragge Military Academy, the lieutenant would not be affected by the rumors. .

But the lieutenant also knew that not everyone admired reason and calmness as much as he did, especially after a failed battle.

There were negative voices everywhere in this armored convoy. Astra Militarum soldiers gathered in groups on the road. Some of them were sitting on the roofs of armored cars and tanks, while others were standing on the road chatting. sky.

The soldiers were vigilantly observing the political commissars walking in the ranks. The words of failure and heresy were spreading among them. The lieutenant had heard about this. No matter how the political commissars gave speeches, whipped or even shot deserters, the serious situation now was all. Everyone can see it.

After yesterday's brutal attack, many people lost their fighting spirit. With the passage of courage, heretical thoughts sprouted in their hearts. Many people were discussing the idea of ​​​​escape and the possibility of danger.

"Lieutenant, do we really want to attack?" The tank's cockpit roof was opened, and the driver wearing a leather tank cap got out. He lay on the roof and looked at the lieutenant commander sitting on the turret.

The lieutenant lowered his head and looked at the driver. He glanced at the political commissar walking by and nodded, "Yes, it seems like this. The 818th regiment is attacking with us. I heard that there are Space Marines to help. The regiment leader said that this time it will definitely Can break through defenses.”

"Go to hell with the regiment commander, Lieutenant. We have been fighting for several days, and each time we escape leaving behind a pile of corpses and scrapped tanks. God knows if we will turn into burning scrap metal next time." The police officer lay on the roof of the car and glanced at the political commissar alertly. After making sure that the political commissar was not paying attention, he spoke quietly.

"Guys don't have the confidence to continue the fight. The idiots above are not worth our lives for them. I heard that someone in the regiment took advantage of the chaos to break away from the team when they were about to advance, and turned around in the tank!" The driver muttered in a low voice, and the lieutenant said He frowned at the driver.

"This is an act of desertion. We will be caught and shot." "Fuck it! I would rather die on the road than be used as cannon fodder in an attack."

The driver slammed the roof armor and looked angrily at the political commissar who was discussing the issue with the officers. "Those sons of bitches don't care about us at all. If you ask me, let's break out of the encirclement together with other crews! Several times A tank and a Chimera, this is not what the war team can stop us."

"What do you think? Lieutenant, should we run?" the driver muttered. The lieutenant turned to look at the tank behind him. The soldiers sitting on it were also whispering in low voices, with heretical faces on their faces. The lieutenant knew that similar thoughts had spread like a tumor.

Just as the lieutenant was thinking, a servo skull flew past. The lieutenant turned to look at the flying skull, and the driver also looked up at the servo skulls that passed over the roof of the tank and reached the front of the team, and there were more than one.

A dozen servo skulls flew over the head of the convoy. Those golden suspended things formed in the air. The mechanical eyes implanted in the eye sockets projected an image together. Those blurry projections of light began to materialize quickly, and a A huge figure appeared in the air in front of the convoy.

This attracted everyone's attention. The soldiers in the convoy who were whispering just now looked at the thing. The political commissar also put down the data tablet in his hand and looked at the image. The officers beside him instinctively held the thunderbolt. Firing his pistol, the lieutenant watched them and noted the gradually forming figure.

It was a giant, a majestic lord wearing an olive crown and gorgeous power armor. His young but powerful face appeared in the air, and everyone was instinctively attracted to him, like two levels of a magnet. So attracted to each other.

The stalwart man looked down at the team, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The huge body was not completely projected, and everything from the chest down was shattered in the light particles, and the blurred edges flickered in the air, but that was not the case. It means its huge size.

"Fellow champions of the Emperor, brave sons and daughters of Macragge, I think some of you may have recognized me. I am Roboute Guilliman, the gene of the Ultramarines chapter and its many sub-chapters. Primarch, to many of you I am also the Emperor's son."

Guilliman's deep voice echoed in the air, and the sound was amplified through the microphone of the servoskull. Everyone looked at the projection, and both officers and soldiers walked forward to look at the image.

"I have awakened from a long sleep of ten thousand years. When I woke up, I encountered the same battle as you. The Chaos traitors raided the City of Glory, but I and the great warriors loyal to the Emperor killed them all without leaving a single one. The traitors did not defile our capital."

"Warriors, we also faced such a situation ten thousand years ago, and we also won that time. I believe we will also achieve the same glory this time."

"Warriors, move forward with me, and attack those traitors with me. We will once again use actual actions to defeat the traitors. Tell them that the sons of loyalty are invincible. I, Roboute Guilliman, will fight alongside you and I will win with you! "

Guilliman raised his head and said proudly, his enthusiasm was as brilliant as the sun piercing through the winter night, "The order has been issued, soldiers of all units, go forward! For Macragge, for the Empire!"

Guilliman's image disappeared as soon as he finished speaking. The lieutenant and the pilot looked at each other, and suddenly five Thunderhawks flying side by side whizzed over their heads. They were the Thunderhawks of the Ultramarines.

Although no one could tell who was sitting on it, that feeling, that feeling of breaking through all lies, doubts and hesitations, injected that concept into everyone's mind, that exciting idea.

Robert Guilliman, the thirteenth son of the Emperor was on that fighter, and he would fight alongside them!

"Everyone get in the car! Prepare to attack!" The political commissar shouted, holding up the data panel. He ran towards the road. All doubts and hesitations instantly disappeared. The soldiers all rushed to their tanks, and the enthusiastic shouts echoed throughout the marching team.

The engine of war was started, and the roaring engine filled the entire road. It was the horn of battle, and it was the most perfect response to the call of the original body himself.

"Start the tank and prepare to attack!" The lieutenant shouted to the driver and climbed up the turret immediately. He jumped into the top of the commander's hatch nimbly, and the driver immediately returned to his cockpit. Then the power of the machine soul was injected into the entire tank.

The lieutenant stood in the turret and held the telescope on his chest. He put the communication headset on his head and looked back. He saw all the tanks and soldiers ready to go.

The lieutenant raised his arm proudly and waved it forward, "Tanks, forward!"

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"It seems that those guys have rekindled their fighting spirit." Vito leaned on the window of the Thunderhawk and looked down. He looked at the convoys passing by below and laughed jokingly.

Beside him were the assault troops who had been ready for battle. The elite veterans of the Ultramarines were wearing power armor. The bolters were loaded with crackling under the pull of the iron fist, and the chainsaw swords roared low under the gentle pressure. The soldiers in the cabin were already ready.

"It is my honor to fight side by side with these warriors." Guilliman said as he walked through the cabin of the Thunderhawk. He gave sincere greetings to all the Ultramarines along the way. The warriors stood at attention and saluted the Primarch. The excitement far exceeded any potion and stimulated everyone's nerves.

Sicarius held his helmet under his armpit and instructed his soldiers to prepare their weapons. When the Primarch walked by, he saluted decisively. Vito could see that he was very excited and couldn't wait to jump off the Thunderhawk.

Guilliman walked up to Vito, and he also leaned on the cabin with one arm and looked down, "This really reminds me of a lot of things. We also broke into the battlefield like this back then. Do you remember when we were in Ullanor?"

"Of course, you, me and Lion were sitting in a Thunderhawk together. I remember that the Thunderhawk was still owned by the Luna Wolves at that time. We went to the palace to support Horus and the Emperor."

"Yes, everything at that time is still vivid in my mind. I didn't expect so many things to happen later." Guilliman said with emotion, and Vito also sighed and nodded.

Just as the two were reminiscing about the past, the communicator rang, and Vito immediately raised the communication device on his wrist, and the voice of the old wolf Olaf came out from it.

"My Lords, the attack has begun. The Wolf Company and the Ultramarines have begun their attack. As planned, the traitors have been attracted."

"Good luck to you and happy hunting."

As Olaf finished speaking, the indicator lights in the cabin lit up. The Thunderhawk's assault indicator light turned from red to green. Vito and Guilliman both saw the green light at the cabin door. The former smiled and turned to look at Guilliman.

"Let's go find more memories." Vito smiled and drew out the Phoenix Sword. Guilliman also smiled softly and stood up to face the open cabin door. The two ran to the exit almost at the same time and almost jumped out of the cabin door and fell to the ground.

Guilliman's huge body slammed to the ground. In the dull sound, the Son of Vengeance slowly stood up. He held the Emperor's Holy Sword and looked around at the broken walls and buildings eroded by Chaos.

Sicarius and the Ultramarines also jumped off the Thunderbolt and landed behind him. Not only them, but all five Thunderhawks circled overhead, and all the people in all the fighter planes jumped off. The Astartes fell to the ground like meteors, and quickly established defensive positions around them in the midst of the earthquake.

Guilliman looked at everything around him. Loken, Eisenstein and Amalric all leaned behind him. Seeing this, Guilliman nodded with satisfaction and raised his finger to sweep across the ruins of the surrounding buildings.

"Eisenstein and Amalric, you lead your respective teams to clear the surrounding air defense points. Be quick and completely destroy all anti-aircraft weapons before the traitors find out, and provide a safe place for the Thunderhawk to land again when we evacuate."

"Yes, my lord." Amalric said as he drew out his power sword. He raised his sword high and shouted to the surrounding Ultramarines, "Follow me!"

The Grand Marshal of the Black Templars set off immediately with his team. They rushed into the ruins from a corner of the landing field. Eisenstein also drew out his chainsaw sword and nodded to Vito before leading the team away.

As the two teams left, Loken strode to the front of the Thunderhawk. He waved his arm to the Thunderhawk pilot on the ground. The latter gave a thumbs up after receiving the signal, then pulled up the Thunderhawk and turned to fly away from the war zone. All five Thunderhawks left at the same time. Now only Vito and Guilliman's team were left here.

The two nodded to each other and rushed to the street ahead. Sicarius also waved his arm to signal the soldiers to follow. The remaining Ultramarines followed the two and rushed to the street with guns. After they ran past Loken, Loken followed them. The group rushed into the main city from the empty small square.

As the gunshots around them rang out, they immediately encountered a battle. Just a few steps after stepping onto the main road, they met the traitors. The Word Bearers who heard the sound of the Thunderhawk landing ran out from the end of the street, and the two sides met each other.

After a brief hesitation, the gunshots rang out. The first one to shoot was naturally Guilliman. He almost decisively raised the Hand of Domination and fired fiercely at the traitors. In an instant, a Word Bearer was knocked to the ground.

The Word Bearers immediately raised their bolters and began to fire back. The Ultramarines also spread out and fired forward towards the surrounding streets. The gunfire from both sides illuminated all the shops on both sides. The roaring bolts shattered the glass and tables and chairs. The two sides fought on the street.

"Wow, it seems that we are quite popular." Vito smiled and sat behind a trash can. Loken on the side also smiled while holding a bolter. "It looks like this."

While talking, Loken suddenly stood up, pulled out the grenade from his waist and threw it out. The grenade flew across the street and landed at the feet of a Word Bearer. He looked at the grenade and exclaimed, and then was blown away.

The shrapnel from the explosion instantly knocked down several Word Bearers. They did not die. The power armor saved their lives, but the fire and shock effect caused by the explosion made them stop shooting for a short time, and this moment was often fatal enough.

Guilliman rushed over at lightning speed, his speed was not proportional to his size. The Primarch swung the power claw in his left hand and tore the nearest Word Bearer to pieces, then turned around and raised the flaming sword to chop the next one to pieces.

The whistling holy sword rose and fell with the flames, and the enchanting flaming sun disc kept drawing circles around him. A Word Bearer who had climbed up from the grenade bombardment aimed his grenade gun at Guilliman from behind, but just as he was about to shoot, his head fell to the ground.

Sicarius cut off his head with a sword, and the second captain rushed into the Word Bearers quickly, and the power sword was wielded skillfully and attacked everywhere. Those Word Bearers were hit by the sharp blade and fell to the ground one by one.

Sicarius approached Guilliman to fight with him. It seemed that the second captain was in a good mood. Even through the helmet, Vito could see the smiling face underneath.

Vito smiled jokingly, stopped his sprinting steps, raised his bolter and fired a shot. The Word Bearer who raised the meteor hammer beside Guilliman was hit by the shot. His arm deflected outward and hit it crookedly. At this moment, Guilliman killed the previous Word Bearer and turned around to cut him in half with a sword.

The burning holy sword cut through the chest of the power armor, and the scorching blade left a flashing cross-section on the chest of the power armor. The dissolved armor and flesh mixed together and fell to the ground with a bang.

Guilliman stood beside the corpse with a sword in his hand. He looked up and watched the Ultramarines advance from the street. With extremely standard tactical movements, they quickly split into two teams and shot to clear both sides of the street. They squatted on both sides of the Primarch and fired at the streets on both sides of the church gate with bolters.

Vito walked past a Word Bearer lying on the ground. The helmet of the man had a gap on the face. Under the purple-black skin that was completely indistinguishable from that of a demon, the blood-red eyes looked up at Vito.

The latter shot his eyes out without even looking at him. Vito shook off the shattered brain tissue debris on his boots and walked forward. He carried the grenade gun on his shoulder and looked at the entrance of the church in front of him. His eyes swept over the inscriptions on the porch. Those sacred scriptures had long been twisted into blasphemous words by the fallen believers.

The cursed words from the subspace replaced the original Gothic font. The twisted and hideous blood broke through the walls that should have been holy. The blasphemers painted a huge Chaos Eight-pointed Star symbol with the blood of loyal believers, and those believers who contributed blood were hung on the door frame.

Guilliman and Vito looked at the miserable unfortunates together. Many of them were disemboweled, and their intestines slid out of their abdomens like a weeping willow swaying in front of the gate.

And behind the dark porch full of blasphemous things was a deep darkness, a vague and disturbing abyss of darkness. A normal person would definitely not go in, even if a gun was pointed at his head, he would not enter the building.

Believe me, it is better to let the political commissar shoot you than to go in. The things inside are much more terrifying than death.

But obviously, the group of people at the door are not "normal people", so my exhortation is useless. Guilliman frowned at the mutilated corpses swaying above his head, "Even after 10,000 years, these lunatics are still so crazy and unreasonable."

"Ha, then you should meet the two warbands of the Sharks and the Executioners. They will tell you that there are more lunatics in this universe than those in the rift." Vito said with a smile. Guilliman looked at him and was silent for a moment. The conversation between the two about the current situation of the empire was interrupted by the explosion behind them.

The two turned their heads and looked behind them. The explosion came from the distant city. Sicarius also held the sword and looked with Loken. The rising explosion fire cloud could still be seen through countless buildings.

"It seems that Eisenstein and his team are progressing smoothly." Vito said with a smile.

"Then we can't fall behind, come on." Guilliman nodded, picked up the holy sword and walked into the cursed door first. Vito looked at the blasphemous words on the door frame and sneered, then carried the Phoenix Sword and followed Guilliman into the door.

Loken and Sicarius nodded to each other and followed the two. Loken held the grenade launcher and quickly followed Vito. The latter smiled and turned his head to look at Loken with his sword, his face almost touching the sharp blade.

"Do you know what the words on the door outside say?" Vito asked. Loken shook his head, and Vito laughed again and turned his head to look at the darkness around him.

A shadow flashed over the heads of the team. The dark shadow squatted on the beam, and the claws in his hands flashed a cold light. His eyes flashed a bloody red light in the darkness. No, there was more than one. Countless bloody eyes lit up in the darkness above their heads.

"Welcome to hell." Vito said.