Chapter 152: One Thousand and One Deaths (1) Declaration of the Lord of Tampering

"Hmm?"

Calvin looked at the direction where the demon army appeared in the distance, his eyes solemn.

Trap? Or coincidence?

But no matter what, quickly dealing with the enemy in front of him, and then letting the troops get rid of the entanglement before the enemy arrives and enter the church to defend, is the best choice at the moment.

As for whether the church is dangerous, and whether the demons in front of him are intentionally driving them there, Calvin can't care.

The situation on the battlefield has been on the verge of getting out of control since the moment the war started, which made Calvin, who was leading the army outside, particularly angry.

He decided to generously reward the reckless Tzeentch demon in front of him with his anger, so that these demons would not be so proud.

Boom!

The stone slab under his feet was overturned by the steel soles that exerted force instantly, and the inverted war hammer was picked up by the backhand as light as nothing, and violently collided with the weapon in the hands of the oncoming demon from bottom to top!

Bang!

The demon's figure flying down was like a fly hitting a glass wall in place, and the momentum of the charge was instantly stopped.

The sharp groans of swords and staffs that could not bear the pressure were the background. The demon who crossed his two weapons and tried to resist was lucky enough to escape.

"Mission" took advantage of the opponent's blocking force to bounce back, waiting for the next stronger return; the right hand was full of spiritual light, and the lightning claws that were almost dyed white and gold grabbed the chest.

The six eyes on the demon's bird-like head opened with all their strength. Under the blood and tears, the temporary shield constructed by the psychic energy and the crazy flapping wings saved its life again. With the attack of Calvin, it retreated a step.

But that was the end.

Tzeentch's demons were not as good at close combat as Khorne. Most of them, who were known for their magic and martial arts, relied on their own magic power to show their power in front of ordinary things.

When the warhammer "Mission" came back with the momentum of the last attack and smashed down from the top of the head, all its resistance collapsed like a landslide, and it could not stir up more waves except for a scream.

Poof!

The big demon that was smashed into powder along with its sword was still not cold, and Calvin, who had left the battle, had already started to support his comrades who were still fighting.

With a huge amount of psychic energy wasted, lightning and teleportation, Calvin was unmatched on the entire battlefield in a few seconds.

In the last second, he was still using psychic lightning to smash the demon in the distance, and in the next second, the lightning claws that appeared at the other end of the battlefield pierced and crushed the demon in front of him.

Calvin, who was almost everywhere, helped his comrades end the battle and led them to the direction of the church.

More demons came from afar, and the first to arrive were the Chaos Space Marines' heavy bullets.

The psychic shields on the Grey Knights were visibly dimmed. Although the hundreds of violent arrows per second did not cause casualties, they also caused the power in these psychic masters to quickly drain.

Calvin and the Grey Knights fought and retreated, unwilling to entangle with the enemy in the open space.

Calvin's psychic energy was still abundant, but the Grey Knights were different. They kept changing people to cover the rear, so that each other's psychic energy was maintained at a dangerous but sustainable level.

300 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters. The team was getting closer and closer to the church. Calvin's energy was inevitably tied up in the fierce battle, and the casualties of the Grey Knights were inevitable.

The psychic shields of the two Grey Knights who were left behind were instantly overloaded under the enemy's premeditated burst fire.

The vicious explosive bullets, with the blessing of the flame jet at the tail, penetrated into their Terminator breastplates fiercely.

The strength of the double ceramic steel and adamantine skeleton was tested, and it blocked most of the violent arrows.

But there were still fish that slipped through the armor's defense in the hail of bullets, and the two Grey Knights were shot through the neck and the inner thigh.

The metal deformation of the shot parts and the blood coughed out of the corners of the Grey Knights' mouths explained the reason for their massive blood loss and the source of the compression damage to their organs.

Under the tall Romanesque porch, Calvin and other Grey Knights dragged two wounded soldiers back to the church under fire.

The holy relics in the church were still in effect, which stopped the demons. Occasionally, the demons who accidentally crossed the invisible boundary turned into ashes in wailing.

The relics of the saints were still guarding the purity here, and the Grey Knights were temporarily safe.

Huh~ Huh~ Huh~ Huh!

The violent panting echoed from the church. After the fierce battle, the Grey Knights quickly calmed down their violent breathing while on guard.

The adrenaline that was automatically injected into the power armor at some point has expired. The instrument attached to the shell interface collected the latest data. After a simple judgment, the servo injected the reserved electrolytes and new adrenaline into the bodies of the Grey Knights.

Calvin stood beside the two wounded soldiers. The emergency medical treatment temporarily suppressed the injuries and stopped them from getting worse, but they would definitely not be able to participate in the next battle.

"Can you still fight? My brother." Calvin looked at the two comrades leaning against the wall.

"Anytime, anywhere!"

The two warriors exchanged glances in tacit understanding, and then turned back to Calvin.

At this moment, which might be the end of their lives, they were glad that they were not alone.

"Other brothers will lay booby traps for you ahead, and we need you to be responsible for the possible rear guard."

"Received! Castle Lord!"

"The mission is not over yet, my brothers, you must stay here."

"Understood!"

Silent communication sounded in the psychic interrogation channel, and the two champion swordsmen nodded to him tacitly.

After handing them the extra ammunition in his hand, Calvin turned around and led the team to the inside of the church.

He was not used to such scenes yet, so he could only numb his brain with tasks and wars.

He kept admonishing himself in his mind: This lonely journey has just begun. In the face of the fate of the entire human race, he and his warriors are all valuable chips, and no one is special and not for sale.

Passing through the corridor under the dim candlelight of the church, Calvin and others came to the lobby of the central auditorium.

Turning around a statue of an unknown saint, they saw the holy object that sheltered them and its guardian at the end of the auditorium.

It was a candle lit by the remains and flesh of the saint, emitting golden light at the feet of the emperor's statue at the end of the auditorium.

Compared with the darkness from the direction where Calvin and others came, this golden candlelight seemed precious and rare.

The old Anglican priest had been blind for who knows how long. His face, which was as wrinkled as an orange peel, did not look like his youth. He just relied on his familiarity with living here for many years to instinctively keep the candle burning.

But this could not last long. There was not much oil left on the holy candle, and the gold-inlaid lamp with a bone texture had run out.

"In the name of the Emperor! His servant, I need your help!"

Calvin walked up to the blind priest and said in the gentlest tone.

The old man turned around quietly, listened to Calvin's words, and pointed to the remaining candle behind him and said to Calvin.

"The mission of us servants is to be like this candle, to take care of the Emperor's lamb. What we hold and what we hold are all holy judgments, and their life and death are all holy wills."

Everyone followed his guidance and looked at the weak candlelight. A gust of wind blew through the church, and the tip of the candle flame followed the airflow and pointed to the back of the church.

"Kedayemon?"

Calvin looked at the direction pointed by the candlelight and muttered according to his memory...

In the cloudy wilderness, there were equally gray knights walking among the dark gray rocks and wild grass.

Calvin, who had left the church, was leading his warriors to the nest at the foot of the Dismala Mountains according to the instructions of the holy relics.

The name of this nest city is Kedayemon.

Boom!

The gathering of dark clouds finally transformed after reaching a certain node, and the torrential rain made the towers in the distance, which were almost as high as the mountains, begin to blur.

The soil on the surface became muddy under the infusion of rain, and even the stone slabs on the road became slippery.

The marching gray knights said nothing, except for occasionally returning to the outposts for alternating reconnaissance, the entire advancing formation did not change.

The ancillary facilities of the nest city were close, but Calvin did not rush in.

He wanted to reach the main body of the nest city as quickly as possible, and then with the help of the Inquisition and the State Church here, find out the conspiracy here and eliminate it.

"Who are you!"

At the main gate defense fortress of Chaodu, the soldier on duty shouted at the newcomers in the rain. If it weren't for the strict military order, he would have almost fired the bullets in his hands at these giants.

"Inform your superior that the Exorcist Astartes has a mission and needs to enter here."

Calvin calmly said the Exorcist, the vest that the Grey Knights are used to.

Anyway, these mortals have seen very few Astartes in their lifetime. Anyway, as the true descendants of the Inquisition, the Grey Knights have a full set of Exorcist Corps codes.

The identity of the Grey Knight is too sensitive. It is inconvenient to go out, so it is reasonable to put on a vest to act. It's just that the Exorcist vest is convenient to use, so it is used more.

The heavy rain continued, and it took five minutes for the chief of the local defense army to appear in Calvin's sight.

He looked at the document handed from Calvin by the soldier beside him seriously. Then he rejected it cleanly and neatly:

"I haven't received any notice from the top, so I can't let you go. Sorry, honorable angels!"

He said in a smug tone, and behind his sarcastic expression was the slightly hot black six-pointed star tattoo on the back of his neck.

Calvin smelled the stench of his old rival in the air at the first time, and he locked his eyes on the officer according to his psychic perception.

The almost undisguised blasphemous runes on the other party instantly angered him, and the bad things behind it might make him feel even more heartbroken!

"Devil! Die!"

Calvin raised his hand decisively, and the psychic lightning crossed the distance of 100 meters between them and bounced towards the officer, but the opponent who was well prepared easily retreated and dodged it.

He laughed proudly to demonstrate to Calvin and made fun of his dullness.

In the eyes of the stunned defense army on the side, the evil demon who had murdered the officer cruelly escaped from the human skin.

Blue and pink skin, huge curved horns, thick but arched lower limbs, soft and gorgeous wings.

When a three-meter-tall demon, which was less than two meters tall, struggled out of the body of an officer, covered in his blood, like an insect in the metamorphosis stage of a pupa.

The spirits of all mortal soldiers collapsed in Calvin's angry eyes.

The confused and fragile souls were swept away by the waves of the warp brought by the demons, and the spirits of Tzeentch broke out of their bodies.

All this happened in front of the Grey Knights!

This is blasphemy! This is a provocation!

With blood rushing up, Calvin instantly appeared on the sentry tower a hundred meters away!

The lightning claws of the psychic lightning crackled and grabbed the still laughing demon!

The demon had been prepared for a long time. The figure that disappeared in an instant appeared on the top of the distant building. Before he could laugh, Calvin, who was following him like a shadow, also teleported over!

The bright blue spell was thrown at Calvin as if it was free, and the platinum psychic lightning also surged and unstoppable!

Teleport, spell, teleport, close combat.

The two figures used the huge portal of the nest as the battlefield, and carried out a high-intensity confrontation at a speed and frequency that could hardly be captured by the naked eye!

In the sky, on the sentry tower, and on the porch, there were afterimages of Calvin fighting with the demon everywhere!

The Grey Knights were not idle either. They could not intervene in the battle with the big demon. They had their own tasks.

Although these changelings were only the lowest among the Tzeentch demons, the pollution caused by leaving them alone should not be underestimated.

Boom!

The steel columns on the top floor of the tower were burned and collapsed by the demon's flames.

Bang!

The metal door of the nest, which was several meters thick, was dented by Calvin's hammer.

The Tzeentch demon obviously knew his own strengths and weaknesses and was unwilling to easily engage in close combat with Calvin. But as Calvin's power spread in the surrounding space, the space it could teleport to became smaller and smaller.

Finally, it was captured by Calvin during a teleportation, and the Tzeentch demon who was trying to avoid it was grabbed by Calvin's lightning claws.

The innate psychic runes on the demon screamed and burned in resistance. The steel claws that worked simultaneously with the psychic field and the decomposition field crushed its defense in an instant and cruelly cut the demon into five pieces.

The battle was over. Calvin panted violently while looking at the demon that began to dissipate under his feet.

The latter, abnormally, did not die immediately, and the last words it left behind made him feel cold:

"The Lord of Change is watching you! We have a long way to go! Remember! This is the first time! And..."

"What else?"

Calvin grabbed the bird's head on the ground, but the other's pale blue eyes had lost their luster, and the remains of the bird disappeared in his hands.

"Damn it!"

He spat fiercely! I hate this kind of half-sentenced talk the most in my life!

The heavy rain was still falling endlessly. Calvin wiped the rain off his face and looked through the dense clouds at the towering spire of Chaodu in the distance.

He had already experienced a Chaodu mission, and at this time he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

How many people in this Chaodu are still contaminated?

One? Two? Or one hundred, two hundred? Or how many people are not contaminated?

In the context that even the defense forces are not trustworthy, who else can be trusted among the top leaders of Chaodu?

Can the citizens of the Empire on this planet be saved?

Most importantly, are they too late?

Two-in-one, sorry for the late update. But it still doesn't stop me from shamelessly asking for votes. Hey!