Chapter 532: Debate and Sacrifice

The short battle was over, and compared to the rebels in this world, this team gathered in the nameless church still had a long way to go to complete their mission.

The fighting sisters did not forget their original purpose. After entering the church, they ran straight to the secret room behind the chapel.

And Sura and his killing team had a fierce argument with the newly promoted living saint, Padilla, because of the next mission path.

"What? Public Information Archives?" Sura looked at Padilla in front of him in shock. Even if the other party was a newly promoted angel, he could not stop his rebuttal.

"Did you hear the sound of tanks outside? We only have a few minutes, and you have to turn around and attack the heavily guarded archives nearby when you just left the battle?"

"This is a necessary choice! And you..." Padilla put the magazine handed over by the sister on his waist, and then while checking the status of the bolter, he held back a glance at the Astartes in front of him:

"You can refuse my order."

The throne is on!

Sura swore that he could feel his blood pressure rising sharply.

This is not a novel or opera script! The enemy will not be as stupid as those literary works!

Without any heavy equipment or artillery cover, attack a large building that is clearly guarded by the enemy!

And it is not far from this building, and a high-intensity exchange of fire has just occurred!

Is this possible? Possible!

But the premise is that Sura and his team will forcibly tear the enemy's defense line before the enemy's reinforcements arrive, regardless of casualties;

But what about the subsequent mission? The holy relic has not been found yet, not to mention the risks during the transfer process!

Now that the entire Hive City's SHIELD Station (large anti-aircraft fire array) is in the hands of the enemy, no single air vehicle can successfully break through the Hive City's air defense circle and then leave smoothly.

Sura is certainly not afraid of death, and the honor of Astartes will never allow him to be afraid.

But he is a soldier, and even more a war machine that has undergone years of tactical training!

Strong bodies are the impression of mortals, but cold tactical thinking and discipline are the guarantee of their combat effectiveness!

He instinctively rejected this kind of tactical action that had not been evaluated, and he could not accept the casualties in such an action, thus losing the possibility of completing the entire mission!

Yes, although Sura endured his "political gene" and did not try to compete with Padilla for the command of this unit. But this is by no means to say that he did not have his own understanding of the entire operation.

Astartes' discipline and tactical thinking made him start to deduce the situation when he left when he first landed on the ground.

And on the "task progress chart" in his head, even if the plan went smoothly, this team had to forcibly take down a complete SHIELD station in order to cooperate with the airborne vehicles on the orbit when transferring the holy relics!

Emperor above! SHIELD station!

A large three-dimensional air defense position covering an area of ​​at least ten square kilometers! Not including the outer defense positions!

What does that mean?

That means at least three layers and five or more defensive positions that must be captured;

That means more than three energy hubs and more than ten anti-aircraft weapon arrays!

One less is not enough!

One less may cause the Thunderhawk transporting the holy relic to lose its maneuverability after entering low altitude, and be hit by ground anti-aircraft weapons, which will lead to the failure of the entire mission!

What's wrong with the Space Marines? Space Marines are also human!

They can tear the enemy apart with powerful armor and weapons, but can they occupy a position of ten square kilometers with just five people?

This is a mission with full difficulty, and even in such a difficult situation, the battle nun next to him has to increase casualties before the mission?

What to do? Rely on faith?

Sura looked down at the woman in front of him, ready to make a reasonable rebuttal to her plan.

But just when his eyes fell on Padilla's shoulders, the corner of his vision allowed him to see the wings behind the woman.

"Okay..." Sura secretly curled his lips.

Really he is going to rely on faith.

The short meeting ended with the replenishment of ammunition, and the two makeshift teams left the church through the secret door at the back before Leman Russ arrived.

The hurried warriors took their weapons and rushed to their next battlefield while chanting the name of the Emperor.

And these warriors who were walking through the dilapidated pipelines of the hive city did not know what kind of rich "gifts" the enemies who had fallen into Chaos had prepared for them outside of the battle.

"Lost?" A shadowy voice asked softly in the palace on the upper floor of the Zerita hive city.

The man sitting on the throne of the former planetary governor did not react violently to the defeat.

But whether it was the officer in front of him or the adjutants standing on both sides of the throne, they subconsciously tightened their swords in their hands the moment his voice sounded.

That was the subconscious reaction of a professional soldier when facing danger;

And it was this instinctive fear that pleased the man who possessed incredible power in their eyes.

The owner of this voice did not reprimand his subordinates, nor did he make any comments on the dead loser.

He just used his bloody and crazy Adam's apple to chuckle with unclear meaning in his slightly trembling body.

"Hehe... Hehe..."

The stars shone in from the tall windows, and the wind before the rainstorm was already howling.

The people kneeling on the ground became more and more nervous, and even their breathing began to become rapid.

The guards on both sides, armed with live ammunition, were like reefs silent in the black ocean. They let the storm sweep through the empty hall, but except for the flash of bloody eyes, they did not react at all.

"Go down..."

The figure stood up with the clanging of the armor on his body, and the burly Ogryn giants on both sides looked dwarfed in an instant.

The chain saw axe, half the size of a man, flashed a dazzling bloody light under the dim light of the hall;

Behind the towering helmet like a bull's horn, a bloody eight-pointed star was flashing with his breath.

"Yes..." The rebellious leader of the Eighth Regiment of Torikov stood up from the ground trembling with relief.

But just as he walked backwards and left, he had already walked to the door of the palace.

A destructive force from the Blood God, just when his face just touched the light outside the door, began to erupt from the depths of his soul, and then surged like a tide, drowning him all...

"Uh...uh...uh..."

The abandoned child hated by the Chaos Power just stood at the door of the hall with twitching all over.

And the huge power in his body was still expanding and expanding... until it drowned his last bit of reason, and then broke his fragile body, and in a series of creepy chewing sounds, he turned into a completely unconscious twisted giant.

Chaos Egg...

Just the name of this existence is enough to make everyone feel terrified.

The officers outside the hall witnessed this punishment in silence, and no one dared to object.

The man who used to be their commander had just been abandoned by the Lord of the Bronze Throne.

And the instigator of this punishment was now leaning safely in the depths of the hall...

"Waste is not worthy of the Blood God's favor..."

The figure muttered to himself, and then swept his narrow tongue over the sharp teeth.

The bright red blood and the stinging sensation made his eyes more excited.

And after the short-term desire was satisfied, what awaited him was a greater thirst for blood.

"Is the ceremony ready?" He looked at a figure behind him.

"It's ready." The body wearing the robes of the state religion trembled slightly, and then curled up the already hunched body even more.

"Very good...very good..." The figure on the throne seemed quite satisfied, and then stood up suddenly in the horror of the former.

"Let them jump for a while...swear with blood...just for a while..."

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