Chapter 413: The Echo of Courage and Loyalty (Final) Awakening From a Dream, Returning Home

Calvin, who was watching the battle from behind, was still waiting, but the war between the sons of Guilliman and the demons in front had reached its climax.

As the Astartes advanced, they dug their formation deeply into the depths of the demonic tide.

The all-pervasive demonic offensive that began to penetrate from the flanks, rear and even the sky finally forced their formation to shrink. The Sons of Guilliman spontaneously closed their positions, like a pointed cone, using their precious offensive energy to The forefront of the position.

Long-range weapons have lost their effect at this time. Both sides are face to face, using each other's armor and swords to defend each other's will.

Groups of demons stood densely, filling every inch of land in front of the Sons of Guilliman, and countless sharp blades and spells were slashed and thrown at them every second.

In contrast, rows of heavy shields were erected in rows under the support of the Terminator's hand armor with hydraulic devices.

They stood at the front of the entire team, like mountains, and continued to advance with slow and unstoppable momentum amidst the war cries.

Hundreds of flaming and cursed vortex swords roared and collided with heavy shields, while the roaring Terminators fought back with heavy bolters and flamethrowers;

More demons roared crazily, and pounced on them again the moment the demon in front fell. The powerful ones among them were often able to repel or even knock down the shield-bearers in front of them, but then they died when Ass was outflanked by both wings. Under the heavy swords of the Tats.

The shield bearers in the back row stepped over the corpse of the demon at their feet, replacing the fallen comrades and continuing to carry the load, while the fallen terminator was lifted up by the comrades in the rear.

The injured among them will be given simple treatment by pharmacists and then return to the battlefield. If they are unfortunately killed in battle, their precious power armor and gene seeds will be recovered on the spot by the pharmacists and technical sergeants at the core of the team.

From Calvin's perspective, the entire front was like a cold machine, making continuous impact forward with all parts operating at high speed.

Although the demons pouring out from the depths of the Webway are endless, in front of this heavy hammer that is harder than steel, they can only be slowly squeezed and crushed, venting their powerlessness with incompetent roars. .

The end of the passage in the distance is very close to the deepest point where the Sons of Guilliman reached last time. The fragments of debris left at that location are only a hundred meters away from them, which seems to indicate that they have almost succeeded.

Calvin on the high platform was watching the entire battlefield closely, because he knew that if the development of this story really went according to plan, it would be time for the man who failed the Sons of Guilliman to appear.

Buzz!

An inconspicuous low-frequency tremor appeared behind the Sons of Guilliman, and among the corpses they had just left, a bloody spiritual light lit up.

Several giants wearing gold and blue power armor walked out of the teleportation array, and the leading giant had just stood firm, and opened his left hand without the staff in a strange gesture, pointing far ahead and still struggling. The fighting sons of Guilliman.

The dense formation in front suddenly changed. Among the Sons of Guilliman, who were originally performing their duties and working closely together, someone suddenly pointed the gun in his hand at his comrades around him.

Chaos broke out immediately, affecting the order of the entire rear camp, and the team in the middle began to slow down in order to maintain the connection between the camps, thus delaying the advance of the front terminator team.

Cerbers, who was at the forefront of the battle line, immediately felt something strange behind him. He intersected his eyes with the adjutant beside him, and the latter nodded slightly, then silently exchanged positions with the veteran behind him, and then retreated.

The think tanks of the battle group located on the flanks of the second-line camp immediately set their sights back and patrolled, and will firmly lock on the figures of the fallen from a long distance.

The wave of psychic energy surged violently between the two, and in the confrontation between external forces, the spirits and wills of both parties were like wild beasts, wandering cautiously and looking for each other's loopholes at the invisible spiritual level.

When the adjutant arrived at the scene, the think tank was already involved in a confrontation with the fallen man.

Blood gurgled from the think tank's closed eyes, and the erosion from subspace made him clench his hands and groan in pain.

This is a war of great disparity. The enemy's mind is so powerful that it is far beyond what he can resist with just a hundred years of spiritual training. The giant spirit-like existence in the subspace can obviously erase him instantly, but Somehow this was not done.

Like a well-fed lion, he toyed with the think tank's soul, leaving him exhausted in pain...

"Ho ho..."

As if he felt the arrival of the champion swordsman, the think tank suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the former. He explained the result of the confrontation with a horrified expression. However, when he just opened his mouth and wanted to say something to the champion swordsman, when.

"What are you going to say..." The champion swordsman just spoke, but

After a muffled sound of "Bang!", the think tank's head disappeared.

Standing in front of the headless body of the think tank, the champion swordsman silently wiped the blood from his face.

His tall body began to walk toward the back of the formation against the flow of people, and as the long sword in his hand was raised, his pace became faster and faster.

It's time for him to die, the champion swordsman thought.

Although he had been ready for his sacred moment, the enemy's strength still made him despair.

Cerberus in front had already known the fall of the think tank of the chapter, and his mission was to buy time for the entire chapter with his life before the captain came.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Buzz... Buzz...

The bolts fired by the champion swordsman caused faint ripples on the space-time shield in front of the wizard, and his steps towards the enemy, under the influence of the time spell, became as slow as insects in amber when it condensed.

The purple curse, with the ridicule of the wizards, made the champion swordsman seem to be washed by time in just a few breaths. His originally strong bones and muscles were visibly becoming old and thin under the vicious curse of the spell.

"A... Li... Man!" Cerberus gritted his teeth, and the blood vessels in his eyes almost burst on the spot.

It was this fallen man and his vassal disguised as a Rogue Trader that made the Son of Guilliman let down his guard and reach out to them with a kind hand.

It was also the various deceptions and misleadings of this wizard king who came from the Thousand Sons that made his warband open the underground webway entrance by himself, which eventually led to the loss of three companies in order to plug this gap, resulting in the tragedy of the entire warband's inheritance being cut off.

Seeing the champion swordsman who had been with him day and night, and the hope of the warband's future, fall on the way to the charge, was already a great blow to him, and the initiator of all this happened to be his old enemy, which further destroyed his few remaining sanity.

He shouted at the figure in the distance with a voice that was almost like a howl, and his body had already escaped the control of reason, and took the lead in rushing towards his old enemy.

The Thousand Sons wizard wearing the Chaos Crown had no expression. With the cooperation of several wizards behind him, he just stretched out his hand and the golden staff with the scarab emblem in his hand to the Sons of Guilliman's team from a distance...

The same time spell bloomed again on Cerberus, but the captain of the Sons of Guilliman relied on his inhuman will to forcibly find the portal to reality from the dazzling fragments of time.

Watching Cerberus exempt his spell, the Supreme Sorcerer finally had some interest in his eyes, but he had no more time, and the large spell in his hand was ready.

He stretched out his staff and moved it slightly, covering Cerberus within the range of the spell. With a colorful light that was enough to subvert the sanity of mortals, the entire Sons of Guilliman camp fell into a confusion of the five senses...

Galvin and his comrades witnessed the fall of this Sons of Guilliman with their own eyes, under the front and back attacks of the magic tide of the Webway and the Thousand Sons wizards.

They were either killed by the blood-thirsty demons in front of them, or died from the crazy and chaotic attacks of their comrades.

Only a few people with extremely strong wills were immune to the influence of the spell, but under the attack from both sides and the background of their comrades falling into madness, they were unable to save the situation.

They could only retreat forcibly at the risk of being attacked by their comrades, trying to leave the battlefield, but how could the demons in front let them leave.

Under the cover of Cerberus, they struggled to rush out from their comrades, and after paying a heavy price, they finally temporarily left the center of the battlefield.

The Thousand Sons wizards who caused this tragedy had already left here. After obtaining a sufficient number of sacrifices, they used the spells they had prepared to move deeper into the Webway.

This was just a temporary resting place for the wizard king. The planning and use of Guilliman's son was just a small attempt in his exploration of the depths of the Webway.

Galvin and the others watched as Cerberus led the last 19 sons of Guilliman in a retreat, and was eventually surrounded by an endless tide of demons not far from the exit of the webway.

"Retreat!" Cerberus slashed the demon in front of him with a sword, and shouted to his comrades behind him without caring about the blood on his face.

However, the fierce battle roar behind him had quieted down at some point, and he turned his head stiffly, only to see his comrades lying on the ground and unable to get up.

"I can't walk anymore..." Sergeant Roman smiled with difficulty, and he raised his swollen arm with all his strength, killing the demon that attacked from behind Cerberus.

"Then crawl! Climb back even if you have to!" Cerberus walked up and grabbed the sergeant's shoulder armor, trying to drag him forward.

However, the weight in his hand was so light that his left hand, which was ready to bear the weight of the entire power armor, almost threw Sergeant Roman out.

It was not until then that he suddenly realized that the veteran sergeant in front of him had only the upper body left in his hands. His lower body was cut off by a purgatory demon's beheading heavy sword in the previous battle.

Cerberus looked around and found that without realizing it, these remaining comrades were also seriously injured and had no ability to continue walking.

And this was not the worst.

The pollution brought by the demon tide was pervasive, and the mud-like mist followed the demons and corroded everything visible.

After the bloody battle with these demons, the bodies of these seriously injured Astartes who fell to the ground were more or less polluted by these twisted forces.

Their faces were no longer as clean as before, and there were deformed granulations twisting on the hideous wounds on their bodies; the originally golden hair had faded at some point, leaving only the paleness of a corpse, and together with the red eyes on their faces, it made Kerbers feel a strange fear.

"Let's go... Sir, let's go... Kerbers..." Another sergeant Stav licked the sharp teeth that had already protruded from his lips, and said to his superior and comrade:

"This is the last time I call you Sir, let's go.

Don't worry about us falling, and don't worry about these demons.

After you go out, detonate the explosives, and then... never come back..."

"No..." Kerbers instinctively took a step back, rejecting his subordinates' suggestions in a lost spirit.

"Never! I am the one responsible for this matter, and I should die here!"

"But you are our only hope!" Stav also roared in response. He walked in front of Cerberus and yelled at his boss face to face:

"Go! Immediately! Now! Do you want to watch us become that ugly? Get out!!!"

"No..." Cerberus's emotions completely collapsed. He looked at the familiar and unfamiliar comrades around him, but none of these comrades supported him and drove him back to the direction of the webway.

He had to retreat step by step, and finally turned around and ran towards the exit behind him. The comrades behind him were still howling more and more inhumanely, and shouted to him with their remaining reason:

"Go! Don't look back!"

Shadows and distortions gradually took shape behind him, and facing the demon tide that surged again from the depths of the webway, a demon named Vengeance, which was nourished by the souls of nineteen Astartes, was raising his terrifying claws towards those demon tides...

Cerberus finally survived, but he also died.

His body carried the remaining instincts, and he walked out of the webway in a daze, and then followed the guidance of his instincts to close the seal himself.

But part of his soul remained on this battlefield forever, and stayed beside the 19 souls who fell into the abyss and danced with the devil in order to defend the human empire...

The soul defect of Cerberus made him lose his past memories, so he simply changed his name to Appius. While he continued to manage the development of the war group in public, he tried to find the missing part of himself in secret.

In the subsequent events, Calvin and others could also vaguely infer that under the temptation of the dark apostle representing the will of chaos, Cerberus, who had completely lost his personality and had a flaw, could not bear his instinct to return to the webway.

Under the temptation of the Word Bearers, he once again opened the portal that he had sealed with his own hands, and the moment he entered the webway, the return of all his memories made him fall into a new collapse...

"Is this a dream?" Golden looked at the world that was collapsing around him and asked Calvin in front of him.

Calvin, who had already sensed something, looked through the collapsing dream and said to Appius not far in front of him:

"That doesn't matter... We only have one thing to do now - take him and his comrades home!"

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