Chapter 410: Echoes of Courage and Loyalty (IX) Ancient Battlefield, Disappeared Priest and Kerberos

Compared to the people cleaning up the mess on Plesdia, Calvin obviously had fewer doubts.

The moment he stepped into the webway, Calvin was ready for a fierce battle with the remaining demon legions in the webway war.

However, the situation did not develop in the direction he expected. Even until he followed his instinctive prompts and walked into the webway and stepped into those bizarre time and space tunnels, he did not find any trace of demons in the surrounding environment.

Too clean...clean to the point of being abnormal...

Calvin led the guards of the imperial army and the gray knights to walk in a dilapidated brick corridor. The surrounding walls had been baptized by the years for who knows how many years. The shallow pits carved out of the walls were placed with quaint lamps. The pale and faded bricks and stones showed patches of mottled in the dim lighting.

"Appius...Appius..."

Calvin kept repeating this name in his mind, and felt the will in his soul. In the seemingly transparent space in front of him, the multi-dimensional Webway Cube composed of time and space was also reorganized in countless timelines, bringing him to the place he wanted to go in countless possibilities.

It's nearby...

His instinct told him that he was approaching his goal, but the quiet and clean corridor in front of him made him doubt himself for a while.

"Something's going on!" Golden behind him reminded him, pulling Calvin, who was lost in thought, out of his thoughts.

He looked forward along the captain's finger. At the other end of this corridor that was so long that he couldn't see the end, a blue-green figure was standing silently with his back to them several kilometers away.

That was not a living person...

Because neither the Grey Knight's psychic vision nor the auspicious array on the power armor of the Imperial Guards could obtain any life signals from the front.

And his position was different from the corridor where Calvin and others were, and it was obviously a wider space.

"Let's go..." Calvin raised his footsteps and led everyone forward. As the distance between them and the figure kept shortening, Calvin and others showed more details in their vision, which also made these Emperor's sharp blades become more and more silent.

This silence reached its peak when they reached the end of the corridor, because below the end of the corridor, there was a huge battlefield ruins in front of them.

It was a huge circular square, located more than ten meters below the corridor where Calvin and others were.

And the reason why the figure who was obviously in the power armor of the Ultramarines could be seen by them was because he was standing on a hill composed of tens of thousands of broken, alien weapons and bones...

An old MK.1 chain saw sword was inserted at the feet of the figure, and the energy indicator on the hilt had long been extinguished, and another alien snake spear that was thrown into the chest penetrated his spine and nailed him firmly in place, which was the reason why this particularly tall Astartes could remain standing.

White helmets, white shoulder armor, green laurel leaf patterns...

Golden and Nicholas looked at each other silently. This was the captain of the first company of the Sons of Guilliman, and in theory, he should also be their chapter leader.

Galvin looked down silently from the high platform extending from the corridor, and as his vision swept across, more wreckage, broken armor and weapons belonging to the Sons of Guilliman were discovered.

Without exception, they all had incomplete and broken parts after the fierce battle, and were quietly scattered around the hill in an extremely tragic state.

Galvin's heart paused heavily at this moment. He could almost imagine how tragic the battle was here at that time:

When these Sons of Guilliman faced the frontal attack of countless demons, they built this line of defense in a hurry to retreat with the commander on the hill as the center.

But the retreat stopped here. Unknown reasons stopped these Sons of Guilliman. After they consumed the last ammunition here, they could no longer maintain the defense line that was hastily built.

With the only weapons left in their hands, they were caught in the most brutal hand-to-hand combat with the successive demon legions.

There was only a half-broken chain saw sword stuck in the demon's sternum, grenade fragments embedded in the wall, a polymer blade dagger held tightly in the hands of the severed power armor, shoulder armor severely deformed under heavy blows, and fragments of chest armor sunken into the chest cavity...

A silent but extremely bloody battlefield composition was presented in front of Calvin. It was the Sons of Guilliman scattered all over the battlefield, fighting a doomed battle with the enemy with their only remaining weapons and even fists and teeth.

But none of them retreated. All the Sons of Guilliman within Calvin's sight maintained their bravery until the last moment before they died.

Their armor and debris entangled with those alien skeletons silently told Calvin and others how they wrestled with those demons before they died, and how they used up their last strength like beasts to die with the enemy.

None of them turned their backs to the enemy, and none of them died by beheading outside of battle.

They fulfilled their oath of loyalty until the last second of their lives, and they... lived up to their mission.

"Holy Emperor! Grant me weapons!"

"Great loyal souls, fight to the death!"

Calvin knelt on one knee first and chanted in a low voice.

The people behind him also felt the will of these warriors rushing across time, and followed their commander to pay tribute to them as the future generations paid tribute to their companions.

And the wandering souls on this battlefield seemed to be able to feel their existence, and a battle cry that transcended time rang in everyone's ears:

"For the Emperor! For mankind! Kill!"

"Hehe... Hehe..." The crazy laughter woke Calvin from his remembrance of the dead.

He lowered his head to look at the source of the sound. In the open space below the platform under his feet, the fallen man named Appius was standing there, looking at the ancient battlefield in front of him and laughing neurotically.

But the moment he saw Calvin, he stopped laughing and slowly retreated, and finally disappeared in the shadow of the corridor below the platform.

"Chase!" Calvin said without thinking, and then he couldn't wait to bypass the steps next to him and jumped directly from the platform.

The guards of the Imperial Guards and the Grey Knights behind him had no time to react and could only follow their Primarch into the corridor.

However, the disappearance of Appius was as strange as his appearance. After Calvin rushed into the corridor, there was no sign of his existence in the narrow space.

Just as Calvin and others were chasing the disappearing figure of Appius, a thin mortal who should never be here was found by them from the shadow of the corridor.

"Who are you?" The child crawled out of the shadow and looked at the Emperor's Blades who were so tall that they were inhuman, without the fear of ordinary people.

"We? We are the Emperor's angels..."

Calvin examined the child, and after not finding any trace of Chaos on him, he ignored the captain of the guard, Gordon, who tried to stop him, walked up to him, squatted down and said.

"What about you? Child? Who are you?"

"Me? My name is Cerberus."

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