Chapter 526 In the Human World

"Surrender...you lackeys of the Corpse King..."

Kachinsky said insincerely, then stopped in the crowd and hid in the heavy military formation.

The approaching enemy did not open fire, but surrounded those who they thought were doomed in silence.

The scattered fighting nuns did not open fire, they gathered and merged in time, and then retreated to the low building while nervously looking around at the approaching enemies.

But this was not out of fear, but a kind of relief beyond death.

The end of the fate has come, and the time to die in battle has come.

The nuns are not afraid of their own death, but are carefully observing the enemies around them.

They have accepted their fate, but how to kill more traitors before dying in battle is what they care about and value most!

Show the enemy weakness, let them underestimate the enemy and be careless!

Miris fully demonstrated her experience at this moment, and reached a consensus with all the nuns in a silent eye contact.

They can't be left waiting, otherwise their last wish will be in vain under the heavy artillery of Leman Russ!

Fortunately, their attempt was successful.

"Kill them!" said the officer standing shoulder to shoulder with Kchinsky behind the crowd, and he was obviously the chief officer of this company.

"I will sacrifice their heads and bodies at the ceremony tonight!

I want those real gods to feast on my victory!"

The rebel company commander shouted the order, and the priest who was half a step behind him did not stop him.

Killing and death are the favorite food of the Destroyer;

and the heads of the enemies and the blood of the servants are also indispensable embellishments in a feast!

The black and gray army formations are still advancing, and after receiving clear orders, their eyes hidden in the helmets also flashed with dark red blood.

The sound of frenzied breathing flows under the ferocious horned helmets, and the blood of killing surges under the black armor!

Walking behind the queue, the soldiers who were occupying the positions one by one silently clenched their guns in their hands;

And the black-armored giants in the front of the crowd raised their giant shields and heavy hammers in a low shout!

Is the war going to start? Then come on!

Seeing that the enemy's footsteps were approaching, the nuns looked at each other's eyes.

The three enemy angels untied their bags from their waists and took out the iron cans that had lost the launchers.

The signs of promethium and red skulls proved their danger, and it was this mere two liters of danger that was enough to create a good funeral for them and the enemy.

The two wind angels let go of Padilla in their arms, and after tidying up her appearance for the last time, they silently leaned their swords on the ground and began the final prayer ceremony.

Miris and another veteran looked at each other, and then gave way to two sisters from different backgrounds.

The most fanatical archangels they originally represented became the calmest among those who were determined to die in battle.

Gun inspection, ammunition exchange, chain sword activation, armor-piercing grenade safety fuse removal...

The two veterans helped each other on the stairs leading to the second floor, silently preparing to stand the last shift for this unit.

The increasingly clear sound of steel boots stepping outside the window silently foreshadowed to them that this battle, which was also full of symbolic meanings between the enemy and us, was about to begin.

Yes, even in the eyes of the enemy, this battle was full of religious meanings.

When the victory or defeat was no longer a variable, when the slaves of the false emperor were bound to perish.

In the eyes of these traitors who devoted themselves to chaos, how to end the battle in the bloodiest way and please their master was what they cared about.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Master!"

The heavy armored giant in the front row was so angry that he shouted in a confused and fanatical voice.

"For the Emperor!"

Facing the approaching traitor, the battle sisters did not give in. They also chanted the holy name of the Lord of Humanity in a sharp shout.

Bang!

When the first giant stepped into the room, the nuns who were stationed there rushed forward.

The heavy black and the holy silver collided here, and the collision and collision of metal and iron were endless.

The heavy shields pushed the footsteps of the battle sisters, and more giants were deployed on both sides.

The enemy angels who were not willing to be outdone fired the last bolt bullet while retreating, and then raised the chainsaw sword at the moment when the shield in the giant's hand was deflected...

Bang!

A violent and short explosion sounded in the crowd, and the incandescent flames burst out from the black ocean.

The two veterans standing at the top of the stairs also walked down after taking a last look at Padilla who had fallen unconscious.

When they appeared in the eyes of the enemies on the first floor, the three sisters belonging to the Wind Angel had already used their weapons to perish with the enemy...

The narrow space was filled with explosions and shouts, and dark and bright red blood was flowing silently.

In the eyes of the rebel captain and priest, who had already looked serious, rows of soldiers were taking the space left by the fallen and continued to squeeze into the small building;

And in the building that should have been quiet long ago, the battle cry of Miris and her last comrade could still be vaguely heard.

"In the name of the Emperor!" Miris waved her two-handed chain saw sword and retreated at the moment of beheading the enemy in front of her.

And at the moment when there was no time to lose, a heavy metal hammer with an angle hit exactly where she was just now.

Pull back, raise your hand, aim, fire...

An enemy who attacked her comrade from the side was dealt with in the gap between her battles.

Her sister also pushed away the enemy's blocking weapon and used a powerful slash to take the opponent's head while blocking the sword behind her for Miris...

The two of them had cooperated in such a tense and silent way countless times in the previous few minutes.

But the number of enemies did not decrease with time. On the contrary, as more enemies poured in, the space left for them in this small floor was becoming more and more embarrassing.

The "double dance steps" that cooperated tacitly were gradually squeezed by the enemies who came one after another.

Whether it was the increasingly obvious fatigue in their arms and bodies, or the restrictions imposed on them by the corpses of the enemies under their feet, they were telling them that the last moment had come...

"It's time..." Miris thought in her heart.

And in the next second of swinging the big sword, she was very pleased to get the same meaning from her comrades' eyes.

A tacit position change and tactical squeeze made the enemies around the two people retreat half a step again.

And it was this millisecond gap that allowed the two people to take the grenades that they had prepared from their waists while changing positions...

"In the name of the Golden Throne!" Miris shouted loudly.

"In the name of the Lord of Mankind!" The sister with only one arm left also responded.

The two people were ready to die, but just as they were about to detonate the armor-piercing grenade, a similar, but more high-pitched and sacred war cry rang out in this small building!

"In the name of the Emperor!"

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