Chapter 537: Battle of Archives 3

Chapter 537 Battle of the Archives-3

Bang!

The heavy hammer was smashed down by the giant, and the Astartes, who had no space to dodge, could only parry.

The power sword groaned as the metal deformed under the pressure of the huge force, and the steel boots of the power armor also crushed the floor under his feet.

Wrestling with such a slow enemy is definitely what Sura hates the most.

This means that there is no room for the Astartes' martial arts to be used, and in a sense, this is a denial of their long-term training.

But the battle sisters behind him are about to arrive, and the comrades who are finishing up are also under great pressure.

The time left for Sura and others is really limited, and he has no choice but to choose this ugliest way of fighting.

Must attack!

Sura felt the numbness and itchiness in his palms and the vibration of electromagnetic muscle overload, and his heart was determined, and his already hard movements became more powerful.

The Astartes around him instantly noticed this change, and the swords wielded in their hands also became more rapid.

"Hmm..."

The slight groan was barely audible amidst the war cries around, but it sounded like heavenly music to the ears of the two nuns who took turns carrying Padilla.

The awakening of the living saint meant the Emperor's decree.

Although the Astartes were as solid as a rock, they still maintained their efficiency in advancing under the terrifying crowd;

But the combat nuns were also reading the details of the battlefield, and it was still an indisputable fact that the team's condition was getting worse.

"She's awake!" The nun carrying Padilla shouted to Sura.

"Awake?" Sura's figure was fixed, and then he instantly blocked the war hammer above his head with all his strength.

His body, which was as burly as the opponent's, accelerated instantly, and as the giant's steps retreated unsteadily, a round of sword light with an arc swept across his waist.

Swish!

The dark armor and flesh slowly cracked after the sword light passed, and the giant, who had lost the support of his spine, fell down unwillingly with an ambiguous roar.

Lifting the grenade launcher on his leg, Sura emptied a whole magazine to clear the way for his teammates.

When the pressure in front of him suddenly decreased, he turned his head to look at Padilla in the crowd to confirm her condition.

"Are you okay? The Emperor's messenger."

Sura's voice seemed to be thousands of miles away, and it seemed to carry a heavy echo.

Padilla opened his eyes in confusion and looked at him subconsciously, but he had to concentrate all his energy to recognize him.

"Are you okay? The Emperor's messenger?"

The enemy's offensive appeared again, and Sura could only return to his position.

After a full five minutes, he finally got some response in the other party's eyes after asking the same question.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What is he saying?"

Padilla's vision went from blurry to clear, and the echo of the subspace remaining in his mind was gradually fading away.

The warmth of her sister behind her and the coldness of her armor made her regain her senses while confirming her anchor point with reality;

The shouts and roars of bullets around her finally made her realize the situation she was in.

"Are you okay? The Emperor's messenger!"

The Astartes with the Ultramarines emblem on his right shoulder armor finally found his corresponding identity in her memory.

And the other party's voice, which remained calm in the war, also made her realize her mission and responsibility.

"I'm fine... um..."

Padilla answered subconsciously, but the severe pain and dizziness came again.

Her back, which had just straightened up, almost collapsed instantly, and the exclamation of her sister beside her made her hold on to the last bit of reason.

"No!" She rejected her comrade's embrace and looked at the Death Watch with difficulty.

The sound from the subspace was becoming noisy again, and the spasm of her brain stem made her face turn gray.

But the sacred voice from her soul made her insist on completing her mission.

"Left!... The servo in the center of the third floor of the lower left... activate it!

That's what we are looking for!"

The weak voice was intermittent in Sura's ears, but he finally found the goal of the team's advancement.

And in this critical moment when every second counts, there is no more powerful help than having a certain goal.

"Did you hear it? My brothers!"

Sura asked his comrades in the communication channel, and there was a scarlet "-1" prompt on the hormone indicator inside the helmet.

There was no waiting, and no time to rest.

Sura strode to push his comrades away from the front position, and then smashed the enemy in front of him with a full-strength slash, while shouting to the rest of the Astartes and battle sisters:

"The Emperor's decree has arrived, and what we have to do is to implement his mission!"

"Hold the Emperor's will! Destroy the monsters!" Everyone responded loudly, and Sura took another step forward and continued to question.

"Who are we!"

"We are the Emperor's sword!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Sacrifice and glory!"

"What is sacrifice! What is glory!"

"Die with the emperor's will! Kill the evil in the world!"

"How to kill it!"

"Forge the sword with your body!"

——

In the lower level of the archives, the battle between the Death Watch and the Holy Rose is still going on.

And not far above their heads, the rebel army is also busy in the headquarters here.

The rebel captain who is responsible for guarding here paces anxiously in the noisy voices around.

And since the appearance of the team that is advancing all the way with unstoppable force, he has already exhausted all his means.

The troops have been sent out long ago. The two thousand-man company has been fighting until now, and only his direct guards are left in his hands;

But these elite soldiers still can't stop the footsteps of those lunatics.

And even though he sent out a signal for help at the beginning of the battle.

But the enemy broke through his position again and again, and he could only sit back and watch the situation deteriorate.

In a desperate situation, the captain even set his sights on the hoarded "sacrifices".

But even if he released these "plague zombies", he still did not receive the news that the enemy had been eliminated.

And the reinforcements he expected from the upper echelons of the hive city were abnormally late.

What to do? Should he just sit back and watch these lackeys of the empire achieve their goals?

He almost dared not imagine his own fate. It was probably a luxury to be cursed into a Chaos egg without consciousness like his own captain.

What to do?

The fear grew stronger in his mind, and the Chaos mark hidden under the armor on the back of his neck became more and more painful.

In the flickering of the lights, his breathing was becoming more and more rapid, and in the blood-red eyes that had lost the last bit of reason, the madness unique to Chaos was quietly and rapidly growing.

"Go! Let's meet these bastards!"

A roar unlike that of a human being came from his hunched body, and the guards around him just followed his orders without a trace of resistance.

He looked around with anxiety and rage, and then left with the remaining guards.

In the rare consciousness in his mind, he subconsciously wanted to hear the opinions of his comrades.

But where were the "opinions"...

After all, when the initial rebellion happened, the best friend who had always been with him through life and death, the companion who wore a hat with a double-headed eagle emblem and always stood behind him, died under the sword he stabbed with his own hands...

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