Chapter 402: Echoes of Courage and Loyalty (I)

"Destroy them!" The same order was given by the uninvited guest and Appius at the same time on the island formed by the entrance to the underground webway.

Calvin left the guard of the Grey Knights and the Guards and strode forward, while Appius in the distance stared at Calvin's figure after issuing the order, and his free left hand reached for his waist in secret.

The ancient white gauntlet pressed on the gem in the center of the ceramic steel belt, and the originally azure lens suddenly flashed after feeling the stimulation, turning into a demon eye with evil meaning.

Calvin had begun to speed up, and the two sides who received the order also launched a fierce attack on the enemy who was close at hand at the first time.

These Astartes who could barely be called the sons of Guilliman immediately pulled the trigger of the bolt guns that had already completed the lock.

In the red helmet vision, the green ammunition counter was frantically alarming, and the rain-like metal bullets also carried the explosive charges contaminated by the curse, launching bursts of explosions and impacts on the heavy shields in the hands of the Grey Knights and the Guards of the Imperial Guards who were gathered together.

Galvin was the target of concentrated fire, and he was happy with it.

The fallen Astartes had an instinctive fear of his terrifying height, and he was hoping for such a situation.

The Primarch needed to use his own tactical threats to attract more firepower, so that the Templars and Guards of the Imperial Guards who stayed in place would have room to display their power.

The terror of the demigod was fully revealed at this moment. Galvin only exerted force in place, and his huge and heavy body became a blur in the inhuman dynamic vision of the Astartes.

The sound of explosions sounded from the stone slabs under his feet. The Sons of Guilliman who besieged him could only leave useless shots behind his trajectory except for the initial sight of his figure.

Before the nearest Astartes could draw their melee weapons, Calvin's figure had already passed through them with the light of lightning claws.

The heavy rain of gunfire from their comrades then covered them, leaving pieces of blood on the bodies of several Sons of Guilliman.

But before they could even have time to feel angry, the smooth cuts on their bodies that had been broken apart on the spot let both the shooter and the shot know.

Death had already arrived, but they just didn't notice it in time.

"Stop him!" As Appius roared loudly, pale curse rays shot out from the staff in his hand.

Calvin laughed wildly and rushed to the platform. The dozen Astartes along the way tried their best but couldn't stop him.

Their bodies were like porcelain cut by a blunt knife on the way of the Primarch's charge, and they burst to both sides in the splash of black dirty blood.

Appius's witchcraft worked. The artifact bestowed by the evil god was stimulated and showed super-level power under the blessing of the Chaos Power.

Countless evil and vicious voices rang in Calvin's ears, and the pale curse instantly hit the chest of the original body.

But this ray with the curse of aging only blocked the original body for a moment, and it couldn't even touch the power of the original body itself.

The pure mark on the "Original Heart" armor melted violently under the irradiation of the curse, and the armor directly erased the curse from the warp with the support of its own psychic circuit!

"You... is this all you can do?" Calvin smashed into the square in front of the high platform like a meteorite, and his voice came out in the dust.

The Grey Knights and the Guards of the Imperial Guards, who were a hundred meters away behind him, had raised their heads from the hail of bullets.

After losing the fire suppression brought by numbers, these blades of judgment representing the Emperor looked at each other tacitly, and then divided into two directions, holding the heavy shields in their hands and launched a charge representing death towards the traitors who were ten times their number!

The Templars maintained the front line ruthlessly and advanced forward, and the enemy's bullets continued to reflect waves on the heavy shields with protective force fields.

The enemies in the distance were constantly turned into ashes by thunder and lightning under their psychic laws;

The arrogant people who dared to fight at close range could not even break through the shield wall of the Templars, and could only suffer the slash and thrust of the blade of the goddess of vengeance that would kill them if they touched them.

The guards of the imperial army on the other side also played their characteristics and advanced step by step. The style of the battlefield in the hands of these emperor's eagle guards was different from the coldness of the gray knights, and became extremely rhythmic and poetic like the ancient Roman battle formation.

The emperor's eagle guards, forged with the foundation of fine gold, strode forward, and the distance of dozens of meters ended in an instant. They stared at the enemy's fighting posture and silently changed their pace.

When the distance between them and the traitor reached ten meters, they blocked the enemy's last bullets in the face of the traitor's turbid war cry and roar. While the whole body jumped forward high, they threw the shield in their hands forward with force.

The broad and sharp power sword was retracted in their right hands, and the whole person in the air was like a bow and arrow with power. The fragmented light activated by the decomposition stand was infinitely magnified in the enemy's pupils, and finally penetrated their defense path together with the war cry of the Emperor's Guards, and pierced their rotten heads!

And this is just the beginning. After landing, the imperial guards directly abandoned the heavy swords inserted into the enemy's corpses, turned around to avoid the enemy's shooting, and the exemplary halberds on their backs were swung from the waist to the top of their heads at high speed with both hands!

The fallen ones in front of them were as sluggish as clay dolls. When the sharp blade made of fine gold chopped down heavily by inertia, their nerves cultivated for quick success and instant benefits could not even send a signal of resistance to the power armor!

Large pieces of corpses and ashes burned by flames fell and scattered in front of the Templars' army;

Pieces of dirty blood and heads were raised high in the precise and agile raid path of the guards of the imperial army.

Although the number of sons of Guilliman on the entire island obviously exceeded their external information, there were outlines of hundreds of gene culture chambers in the shadowy buildings behind them.

But in this close combat without much tactical depth, in the battle of hundreds of people against twelve people, the number of people did not become the advantage of the former, but instead set off the bravery of the latter!

"That's it? This bunch of garbage?" After getting up from the pit several meters deep that he had smashed, Calvin still had time to look back at the entire battlefield.

As he raised his head and questioned Appius standing on the high platform, his whole body had already exerted force to leap towards the enemy chief again:

"Then... how did you have the courage to betray us?!"

Boom!

Seeing that Calvin seemed to tear apart the space, he appeared in front of him before Appius could react. The ferocious blade of the lightning claw was about to touch the helmet of the chief priest with a whistle that tore through the air.

The magic eye on Appius' waist was finally fully activated. After a sharp laugh, an ice-blue psychic barrier blocked Calvin's claws.

And this barrier only slightly delayed Calvin's attack. In the next second, this expensive disposable equipment really started to work.

Calvin and Appius heard the sound of the dice overdrawn in their ears almost at the same time. After a laugh that seemed to be regretful, the chief priest from the son of Guilliman barely escaped from Calvin's hands with the help of a portal and appeared in front of the entrance of the webway a hundred meters away.

Appius reappeared and looked at the artifact on his waist with lingering fear. This gift from the evil god had fulfilled its mission and turned into dust in a burst of flames.

The Primarch in the distance almost instantly locked onto the psychic fluctuations of the portal, but just as he was about to cross the not-so-far distance, a communication from orbit interrupted his action.

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