Chapter 481 Rebirth From the Ashes: The Gift From Heaven
The thick mountain gate collapsed amidst the explosion and gunfire. It hit the ground heavily, causing dust and smoke. Lancelot strode out of the smoke, waving his knight's sword and moving forward against the hail of bullets.
In front of him, the pink demon of Tzeentch used magic, but the big knight wearing a winged helmet was unstoppable. He swung his power sword to cut through the magic smoke, and then strode forward to pierce the head of the big-mouthed demon.
The sword swung again, and another ugly head fell to the ground. It was a blue monster. Lancelot didn't even look at him and continued to swing his sword. More Tzeentch demons fell one by one around him.
The glare of magic filled the towering vaults of the entire cathedral, mixed with the artillery fire of the bombs, and the howling of demons, the footsteps of power armor, the explosions outside the stained glass windows, and the screams of fighter planes whizzing past echoed under the shining statues.
As usual, Lancelot's knights served as the spearhead, and he still rushed to the front, leading his knights to crush the skulls of the enemies one by one and turn their bodies into shattered bones.
The bombardment of magic hit his armor, the steel jingled, and the cloak was also riddled with holes, almost unable to perform its original function.
But he still moved forward, stepping on the corpses of the enemies, smashing the faces of the abominable demons one by one, like a lion.
The battle lasted for a long time. Lancelot was alone, leading several of his elite servants to defend the courtyard before the army entered. He lost several men, but the Tzeentch demon paid a more painful price.
When the other knights behind him rushed into the hall, the bombs and swords broke through the air and chopped, and the Tzeentch demon's attack finally collapsed. The pink and blue demons left behind thousands of corpses and fled in embarrassment.
"Clear the church! Don Quixote, lead your men to clear all the threats here."
The 3rd Captain, Don Quixote. Orgum nodded in response immediately, and led his soldiers into the surrounding corridors and arcades. The sound of fighting came from there, but soon became farther and farther away.
Lancelot stood on the broken stone slab holding a knight's sword full of strange blood. He was surrounded by the skeletons of Tzeentch demons. Most of them were beaten beyond human form, and it was difficult to distinguish their types and appearances.
But Lancelot didn't want to recognize their faces, that was unnecessary. He looked back and saw Vito with his two entourages, the gray-haired Petronilla Viva, who was a recorder and had recently had a lot of scandals with Vito, but Lancelot didn't care about these gossips.
He knew that every excellent warrior would have many admirers, and Vito was one of them, so he didn't care about Petronilla Viva, but looked at Anthony with suspicion, vigilance and hostility.
The unwelcome outsider came with Vito, and he really hoped that he would be killed by a stray bullet outside, or be blown into ashes by a landmine.
"Lancelot, it seems that everything went well, right?" Vito smiled, and then looked at Petronilla Viva, "Record all this, Miss Petronilla, and write poems for the knights. I think the title is "The Victory of the Lion King, the Victory of Lancelot""
"Don't tease me here, Vito." Lancelot said, pulling out the sword that was stuck in the face of the Tzeentch wizard. He walked towards Vito, but his eyes were always on Anthony, and occasionally he would look at Petronilla.
The recorder was writing furiously, trying very hard to record everything here, although Lancelot didn't know what was good to write about it, and he didn't understand why Vito would bring such an outsider, a civilian, into the battlefield.
"Your attack has made considerable progress, Lancelot, congratulations." Vito said with a smile, and Lancelot stopped and nodded to him.
"Thanks to your excellent command ability, Marshal, we are your sharp blade, and the results of slashing and swinging come from the wielder."
"It is also due to the sharpness of the blade itself." He said, "Sir Anthony, what do you think?"
"He calls him Sir?" Lancelot muttered in dissatisfaction, staring at Anthony. He didn't like this guy's smile, hypocritical and treacherous, like all the politicians he had seen.
Anthony nodded, appearing polite and respectful, but Lancelot could see the hypocrisy in it.
"A very outstanding record, Sir, today the knights have won an undeniable victory." Anthony said with a smile, "I believe that Miss Petronilla will compose a beautiful poem for them, telling the story of today, and the poets will keep it for a long time."
"Of course, but don't forget the Ultramarines, Miss Petronilla, otherwise, Guilliman will not be happy." Vito smiled at the female narrator, and the latter responded to him with a faint smile.
"How is it? Sir Anthony, do you think Guilliman will also be satisfied with today's success?"
"I think His Excellency the Regent will be, respected Marshal, I will report to him, I believe he will not be stingy with praise."
"That's the best, I am honored, Sir Anthony."
Vito's flattery annoyed Lancelot. He didn't think the marshal should be humble to this flattering villain. He was just a guy who used Guilliman's name to bully others and was not worthy of respect at all.
But Lancelot also abided by the code of chivalry. He would not question the monarch's decision, at least not in public, so he just stared at Anthony and then looked at Vito.
"Marshal, according to your request and instructions, we have captured the cathedral, but I have not seen Sister Sarah, and my knights have not sent any news."
"Is there not a single nun? Sir Lancelot, in this huge church, I don't think there will be any shortage of nuns, right?"
Anthony asked with a smile, but Lancelot decided to ignore him. After knowing Lancelot's silent decision, he also smiled politely and looked around at the messy church.
"But it's also hard to believe there's anyone alive here, whether it's a nun or anyone in the Church."
"Where is the Sister Sarah we came here to look for? Marshal, are you sure we are not in the wrong place?"
He once again dared to directly question Vito's authority, which made Lancelot want to strike him with a sword, but Vito just smiled slightly, but to Lancelot's relief, he was there There was no trace of kindness in the smile.
"Sarah's right here, not far away."
"Where?"
Anthony asked, but his question had not yet received any answer. A portal suddenly appeared in the church behind them, and from the swirling portal, a large group of Tzeentch demons rushed out.
"Knights! Come closer!" Lancelot turned around and shouted. He clenched the knight's sword in his hand. The surrounding knights also immediately came closer, raising their blasters and shields with stances to gather.
The shield knights were at the front. They raised their war shields and activated the shields. The shield wall instantly appeared in front of Lancelot. He looked at the charging demons through the gaps in the shields.
But suddenly, he heard the sound of broken glass, and the shattered glass fragments fell from the sky, like rose petals falling from St. Peter's Basilica on Terra, and a voice appeared from the flying "flowers" .
It was a woman. She could tell it at a glance. She turned her slender body before flying over the portal. She whizzed past the heads of the Tzeentch demons on the stone floor. After the steel wings behind her spread out, from among them Countless missiles were fired and bombarded the ground.
The advancing Tzeentch demons were knocked off guard, and the explosion swallowed up a large number of demons in the blink of an eye. Their bodies disappeared into the flames rising from falling light points, and above the waves of the flames, the woman emerged from the air. Fall, land outside the shield wall and turn around.
The iron wings behind her flapped as the spray nozzle sprayed. She squatted on the ground and slid backwards. She pulled out two fully automatic bolt guns from the sparks under her feet and aimed a blast at the demon in front of her.
Holding two guns, she killed all the Tzeentch demons who managed to escape the explosion range. Her slender body constantly changed postures with amazing flexibility to avoid the incoming magic, and gave the caster no chance to recite a spell.
She turned around as the last pink devil of Tzeentch's head exploded and fell in front of her.
Lancelot could swear that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The firelight from the explosion illuminated her silver hair, and her long eyelashes covered her purple eyes, but her moving eyes ignored everyone. , just staring at Vito behind him and smiling.