Chapter 531: Reunion, the Extreme Warriors' Little Thoughts

The dark clouds over the Farr world were still dense, and the battle in the middle layer of the nest city was still going on.

However, the outcome was already determined, especially after the "holy miracle" came.

On the crowded streets, the battle sisters were scattered all over the battlefield.

They were bathed in golden light and faced enemies that were several times their number with a fearless attitude.

And whether facing the dense swords in front of them or the whistling rain of bullets above their heads, they could not deter or stop these battle sisters, even for a moment.

The Emperor's daughters, who were already known for their fanatical faith, completely entered a state of selflessness after witnessing the "holy miracle" of Padilla's resurrection with their own eyes;

And the angel flying and hovering over the battlefield did not disappoint them. The golden power was like an inexhaustible spring, constantly descending from the angel with pure white wings.

That was the blessing of the Emperor, that was the great power of the Lord of Mankind!

Miris controlled the chainsaw sword with both hands, and with a deafening roar, she forced the shield guard in front of her to retreat;

After using the weapon to push the giant weighing more than a ton away, the battle nun jumped high from the ground in the next moment and swept the sharp blade of the sword in her hand across the giant's neck!

The headless corpse, as sturdy as a hill, fell down with blood spurting out.

But before the giant fell to the ground, the figure who beheaded it rushed forward again.

Three hundred times? Or five hundred times?

Miris had long forgotten how many times she had swung her sword, and she had never thought about how her mortal body could withstand such damage.

She just felt that there was an unprecedented courage in her heart;

And with this courage, there was also the bottomless and inexhaustible power like the ocean!

The battle continued, but the balance of victory and defeat had already tilted.

Facing an enemy that could not be killed or defeated, the fallen ones who had rebelled because of their weak faith were even more shaken.

They had a hundred times more people than the battle sisters, but they could only maintain the already chaotic military situation amid the screams of the middle-level officers.

What? Their senior officers?

He was already dead.

As early as when Padilla first appeared, he and the traitor beside him, the fallen state church priest Kchinsky, had been slain by the resurrected wind angel Sylvie.

The heavy armor could not save him, and the precious rose rosary was of no use.

The resurrected Emperor's daughter approached the two step by step in a chaotic battlefield amid the screams of the fallen priests.

The guards around him had long been sent to the front, and only the fallen priests were with him.

When the shattered battle sister, resurrected by the Emperor's gift, picked up her weapon again and walked towards him.

How could the gorgeous and exquisite command knife in his hand fight against the heavy two-handed chain saw sword in a one-on-one battle?

He died, died silently, and even until the whole company collapsed, the rebels in front did not know;

He died, died with great shame, because the angry battle sister did not give him a chance to struggle.

Instead, he faced the hail of bullets from the archers, and under the angry gaze of the guards blocked by the crowd in the distance, he swung the giant sword to smash the protective stand on his body one by one, and then chopped him and his armor into pieces one by one!

The Death Watch witnessed this glorious revenge throughout, and played an important role in this "tragic" battle.

They effectively suppressed the enemy's heavy firepower in the seemingly slow but actually fast advancing shooting.

And those sporadic heavily armored soldiers who returned from the front line became the focus of their bolt guns in addition to suppressing shooting.

The enemy was in chaos, and the soldiers of the empire were killing.

Padilla, flying in the sky, was connecting with Sura in the Astartes while dancing flexibly and avoiding fire.

The leaders of the two troops took a break from their efficient killing and confirmed each other's identity and purpose according to each other's articles and merits.

"What should I call you?"

Sura held the gun with one hand, calmly shot through a sniper and the bunker in front of him, and turned around and kicked an Ogryn over with his knee.

The underdeveloped brain of the subspecies humans made their slowness to distance in close combat a loophole.

And Sura took advantage of this loophole, easily dealing with two targets at a distance at the same time, and still had time to communicate with Padilla on the communication channel.

But communication is the most difficult thing, especially when you don't have the power to choose your allies, and your allies are battle sisters...

The problem faced by Sura is obviously more outrageous. Not only does he have to cooperate with a group of battle sisters who represent fanatical (undisciplined) beliefs (easy to lose control), but he also has to worry about Padilla's "special identity".

The complex brain structure unique to the Ultramarines makes him familiar with the etiquette of the Empire, and he instinctively wants to find a title that fits Padilla's identity;

However, his identity as the commander of the Death Watch made him instinctively reject the religious authority of the other party and want to keep his own independent command rights.

Well, this is the Ultramarines.

They are always full of rationality, and are particularly good at using this rationality to create a dilemma for themselves.

"What should I call you?" Sura repeated the question just now, and at this time the enemies on the street were already scarce.

The officers of the rebels finally realized the death of the company commander and lost their will to fight. The stars and dots of figures began to disappear on the street corners until they fled in an organized manner.

Padilla in the sky did not try to pursue, but concentrated on solving the stubborn enemies on the ground.

She knew that this was only a short-term victory, and the main force of the enemy had not yet arrived.

The appearance of Sura and his comrades was an unexpected surprise for her.

But she could not expect the other party's mission to be consistent with hers, and she had no power to command these Astartes.

"We are all loyal servants of the Emperor, please call me by my name." Padilla replied, and also carefully observed the other party's actions.

Although both are the Emperor's swords, the strength and transcendence of the Astartes still make the battle sisters respect them.

But it is only respect. After all, they are the daughters of the Emperor, and they are the most fanatical warriors in the empire who believe in the Emperor.

The Death Watch are also observing them, and the same reason makes them entangled and adapt.

The appearance of the living saint makes these superhuman warriors face up to the strength of each other.

But the completely different tactical positioning and tactical style of the two troops will not be eliminated because of the respect of both sides.

The battle is coming to an end, and silence is obviously unsustainable.

When the sound of tank engines came from the end of the street corner, Sura finally gave up the idea of ​​​​fighting for command.

At the moment he walked into the church side by side with Padilla, the steel giant with a helmet and armor said to the "angel" in front of him:

"In the name of the Alien Inquisition, our department comes to support your mission."

First update.