Chapter 412: Echoes of Courage and Loyalty (XI) Revenge and Redemption

The battle followed the surging tide of demons. When the commander fired the first gun, the weapons in the hands of the Sons of Guilliman never stopped for a moment in the entire position of less than one square kilometer. roar.

In the dense fog as thick as sludge, countless distortions and alien beings loomed, and crazy roars and hoarse screams came one after another, surging toward the borders of civilization with the most primitive malice.

From the moment the first shining brass shell with a curse on demons was spit out from the commander's bolter, the barrels of the guns belonging to the defenders of civilization on the entire battlefield began to fight against the demons. Inclined with the anger from the human race.

The fiendish sword demons who were the first to break out of the fog were shot off by sniper rifles from the brass hounds, and the sulfurous Daemon of Khorne immediately fell under the volley of bolters;

Nurgle demons as tall as giants were spotted from a distance, their bodies carrying a vicious disease. They died from the focused blow of plasma weapons just as the winding antlers above their heads emerged from the mist.

Due to the deformation, the Tzeentch demon, whose body was covered with sharp teeth and long tongues, struggled to spit out blasphemous words. However, under the heavy cannon fire of the tactical dreadnought, it could only be turned into a ball of pink flesh;

The slave of Slaanesh, whose entire body was occupied by tentacles and stingers, had not yet opened its purple and pink eyes. The long-prepared spell from the Chapter's think tank took the lead in containing its sorcery, using the magic from the Emperor. Rage destroys his body and expelles his soul.

However, there were simply too many of them, and the endless wave of demons was only contained for a brief moment by the Sons of Guilliman.

At the moment when the blocking firepower of the Emperor's Angels reached its peak, although they had been killed in large numbers, more latecomers could not wait for the same kind in front to fall, and simply jumped from the heads of the demons in front like a real wave. Coming across.

Although the Sons of Guilliman had increased the firepower in their hands to the limit, they still could not stop the demon's offensive and could only watch the black tide approaching.

Their ammunition was consumed at a high speed, but there was no supply or support behind them.

"We have to help them!" Golden couldn't help but said to the original body in front of him.

He even started to move forward, but one of the Primarch's arms held him firmly in place.

"Can't help..." Calvin opened his closed eyes and looked at the puzzled Golden in front of him and said.

"This war has ended long ago, and what you see is just the ruins of yesterday they left behind..."

"How is that possible?" Golden said in shock. The echoes left by this time were so clear and real that he could not identify them.

But Calvin just looked at the young warrior named Cerbus at the rear of the position beneath his feet.

If he guessed correctly, that young man was the boy he had seen before.

"Retreat! Cerbos! I order you to retreat immediately!" the commander of the Sons of Guilliman roared to the rear of the position, his face hidden under the white helmet, and the bolt gun in his hand was unknown. Replaced by the power sword.

The same is true for the veterans around him. When the Terminators at the rear joined the position, these veterans had abandoned their unloaded firearms and instead drew out the chain swords from their waists to prepare for the final battle.

The fearless mecha on the high platform was still firing continuously, but the missile launch nest on its back was empty.

The eyes of the veteran with only the remaining body in the sarcophagus were red. While gritting his teeth and suffering inhuman pain, he tried to hold the red barrel of the gun as steady as possible, trying to shoot out the remaining ammunition before the gun exploded.

"No! We can still hold on!" Cerbers grabbed the shooting window and answered his commander during the gap between shooting:

"The Fourth Company is not here yet! We still have a chance!"

"They're not coming! They're not coming!"

The second captain sent out his shoulder armor to face the heavy sword chopped down by the demon in front of him. The moment the block was completed, the power sword in his hand had been inserted into the demon's chest.

The moment he pulled out the power sword, the commander glared angrily at Cerbus who was coming behind him:

"Are you going to disobey me, boy! Retreat! I order you to retreat immediately!"

boom!

Cerbos's footsteps stepped heavily on the stone slab in front of him, and the commander's white helmet in the distance was also knocked away by a sharp sword at the same time.

The veterans around him saw that the company commander had been hit hard and silently exchanged wounds for injuries. They tried to cut off his arm with a battle ax and stabbed the enemy in front of the commander to death with a sword.

The second company commander who got up from the ground did not pay attention to the enemy in front of him. He just stared in the direction of Cerbers while the blood flowed from his forehead and down his hair.

"Yes!" Cerbers and several of his comrades were severely shocked by this scene. They stopped moving forward and began to slowly retreat.

After taking a few steps back, Cerbus simply turned around and ran back. Behind him, the second company commander's orders still appeared together with the war cry to the enemy:

"The throne is on top! The devil shall die! Run! Don't look back..."

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

Heavy footsteps moved from far to near, Golden's eyes widened as he watched the sons of Guilliman coming from below the square.

As if they did not see the presence of Calvin and others, these sons of Guilliman, who still had gunpowder on their bodies, strode towards Calvin and others until they passed through...

"This is actually..." Golden couldn't organize his words, staring at the vision in front of him with his mouth open.

And I don't know when, the battlefield in front has lost its original noise.

"Let's take a look..." Calvin pointed to the front, and in the direction of his finger, there was another ancient battlefield belonging to the son of Guilliman.

"What about us?" Nicholas was the first to react and asked the Primarch.

"Catch up with the young man named Cerberus." Calvin turned his head and chased back, and the rest of the people hurried to keep up. What he didn't say was that the Erebus Bell on his chest was emitting a scorching temperature after being silent for a long time.

What could it be?

What could awaken the Erebus Bell and make this artifact restless?

Is it a lost "concept"? Or is it a hidden threat?

Calvin didn't have time to take out the artifact disguised as a pocket watch, but just quickened his pace to catch up with the disappearing pace of Cerberus.

Not far away, a crossroads that didn't exist when he came made him stop.

Another square appeared at the end of Calvin's vision, but unlike the previous one, this square was not intact, but a ruined state after being hit by the battlefield.

Two groups of Sons of Guilliman appeared on the battlefield at the same time in different states. One group seemed to be the reinforcements that never arrived, that is, the Fourth Company of the Sons of Guilliman.

They had already fallen in the battle that took place an unknown time ago, and the whole square was full of their wreckage and broken weapons and armor;

The other group of Sons of Guilliman was obviously much stronger. They were launching an uninterrupted, rolling wave of attacks at the other end of the battlefield, and collecting the scattered corpses after conquering each piece of land.

"Forward! Forward!"

Hundreds of Astartes were advancing with an unstoppable offensive. Amid the roaring sound of bolters and chainswords, a particularly tall commander was particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

He was at the forefront of the battle line, bearing the greatest pressure of the entire formation, and with his thunderous roars, all the Astartes warriors could feel his encouragement and spur.

The finely crafted Terminator power armor on his body was like a giant beast from ancient times, and no matter what kind of demon stood in front of him, it was difficult to match him;

Standing at the forefront of the battle line, he was like a stubborn stone splitting the ocean in the tide of demons, while leading his comrades forward, he interpreted the meaning of revenge and destruction at every moment.

The formation composed of more than 200 Astartes was becoming sharper and sharper with the passage of time. The tide-like offensive of the demons could only slowly retreat in front of this blue and white heavy sword amid countless unwilling roars.

"Which one is it?" In the interval of the battle, the commander roared to the champion swordsman behind him, and the sword slashed by the dying demon in front of him drew shining sparks on his breastplate.

The champion swordsman who came to the flank to cover him scanned the entire battlefield, then replied to him after a slight calculation in his mind:

"Lord Cerberus, 296."

"Only two left?" Cerberus, wearing a white helmet, blocked a demon's sneak attack with his long sword, and suddenly rushed forward with the power glove on his free right hand.

The broken limbs and broken swords splashed in front of him like raindrops, and the dirty blood fell on the holy helmet. The glaring scarlet dots flowed through the emerald green laurel leaf relief, making the former more sacred.

"That means only two are left, right?"

Disdaining the eyepiece being blocked by the demon's blood, Cerberus took off the helmet, and an old face appeared in Calvin's field of vision, but the outline of it made all the onlookers feel familiar.

He leaned on the heavy sword in his hand, looked forward from the two wings over his comrades who were charging forward, and murmured:

"It doesn't matter, even if there is only one missing, we must continue! We must bring them back, no matter how long it takes, no matter the cost..."

"Is that... that child?" The voice of the captain of the guard sounded behind Galvin, and the Primarch just stared at the battlefield in front of him without answering.

The battle in front of him was so smooth, but if it was really as Kerberos wished, how could the son of Guilliman be left in Presdia like the tragic situation that Galvin saw?

There must be variables, which is the reason why this Emperor's sword, which has been baptized by war, was broken here;

There must be other accidents, which are the culprits for the fact that this warrior with hatred and redemption in front of him was unable to return to their home planet in the end...

Update, but the double update failed again. The status came a little late, and there is no time. I will try again tomorrow, that's all.