Chapter 31 31, the Most Perfect Rear Guard

Cultists of Khorne, the World Eaters Legion, traitors to the Imperium, occupy this lost world.

The demon took off the heads of human warriors and built a jingguan on the ruins of the city.

The stench of blood soaked every inch of the world, and cruel evil spread to every corner.

There was no end to the atrocities they were capable of in order to please their god.

They built huge arenas, and the captured Space Marines were the best toys.

The sacred duel is a sacrifice to the Blood God.

These captured Space Marines will take off their power armor and engage in a one-on-one life-or-death duel with Chaos Warriors in the arena in the form of physical confrontation.

A Space Marine who killed six human traitors in a duel was knocked down with one punch, and his head was cut off by the blade of a Chaos warrior.

In an instant, the onlookers of Khorne believers burst into excited roars.

And when the human traitor's head was cut off by a Space Marine.

Such cheers will also ring out.

Followers of the Blood God never care whose blood is shed or whose head is sacrificed.

It's a never-ending wheel battle.

No Khorne believer can refuse such a carnival.

New human soldiers are pushed into the arena, and a new battle will begin.

The veteran who was nailed to the wall, with only his body left, witnessed all this happening and let out an extremely angry roar. He watched his former comrades and brothers die one by one, and the chains that pierced his body were pulled apart. Sound.

But they could only watch all this happening, but they could do nothing.

Loyal soldiers should not become playthings to please the evil god.

But now all hope is gone.

Isolated by the subspace storm, they could not receive any support.

The powerless roars of the Space Marines can only serve as the soundtrack in the gladiatorial arena.

This world is destined to become a paradise of chaos, and they will die holding on to their last loyalty to the empire.

Just when everything seems irreversible.

Suddenly, a violent explosion broke the carnival atmosphere.

In the outer orbit, a Chaos warship was suddenly attacked, slowly poured down, and finally exploded into a ball of sparks in the void.

When the fire dissipated, only the densely packed Imperial fleet was seen, suspended in the endless sky of this world.

The veteran who was nailed to the fortress wall by Khorne's followers looked at the sudden appearance of the Imperial fleet in shock.

Everything was so unreal, even in his dreams, he had never dreamed of such a scene.

They had long been desperate, but now, unexpectedly, they received support from the imperial fleet.

Thousands of airborne pods trailed long trails like countless bolides, eventually hitting the ground with a loud roar.

Thunderbird fighter planes flew by, guns roared, and the scorching barrels of their guns were used to vent the fury of mankind against the forces of chaos in the fortress.

It was a violent blast of ammunition, and in the roar of the explosion, countless demons were blown up into the sky.

Fire and bullets covered the enemy, catching the followers of Khorne by surprise.

A group of battle nuns wearing silver-white standard power armor arrived in front of the fortress.

The bolter in his hand was pouring out flames. What happened in the South Reese Galaxy ignited the anger of the loyalists. No human warrior could tolerate such torture to his compatriots and brothers.

Soon, all the demons outside the Iron Fortress were eliminated.

The mechanical priests who were thrown into Chaos were trampled into a pile of scrap metal mixed with flesh and blood by the angry Space Marines.

The Astra Militarum came later and released the veteran who was nailed to the city wall with only his remains.

These soldiers who were supposed to be sent for emergency treatment were now asking to enter the fearless mecha and fight side by side with others.

"Which battle group are you from? How could the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs respond so quickly this time?"

A veteran who was put into a Dreadnought mecha used the communicator in the mecha to replace the tongue that had been gouged out.

From now on, this fearless mecha will serve as his closest comrade-in-arms and will also be his last coffin. He will spend the rest of his life in this mecha until his death.

But he didn't care about it and asked about other things.

After the Heresy, the Space Marines despaired of the effectiveness of the Imperial Home Office.

Those bloated institutions hold huge powers, but their low operating efficiency will make all the worlds mired in war feel despair from the bottom of their hearts.

"Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs? Of course not, we are following the great Primarch."

The Astra Militarum's tone was filled with pride. It was a supreme honor for him to be able to follow in the footsteps of the Holy Primarch.

"The original body? The legend left behind by the original body has long ceased to circulate in the empire. Which highness are you following?"

"Which His Highness emerged from this endless darkness and took on the important task of saving the empire?"

Even after being put into the Dreadnought Mecha, the excitement of these veterans can be clearly felt.

In these dark times, nothing could be more exciting than the return of the Primarch.

"The Emperor's second son, His Highness Dukel. The expedition of the Dark Ages has begun. Under the leadership of the Primarch, we will surely regain the glory of the Human Empire."

The voices of the Astra Militarum soldiers were sonorous and powerful, and their firm belief infected these interstellar veterans almost instantly.

"Where is that prince? I want to see him with my own eyes!" the veteran said excitedly.

"Uh" the Astra Militarum scratched his head, his eyes were empty as if he was checking the information inside the heart network, and then he said uncertainly,

"His Highness Dukel seems to have gone to the depths of the Chaos forces to personally carry out the rearguard mission."

"Deep? You mean the Sisso Fortress?! There are thousands of World Eaters Chaos Warriors there. How many troops did His Highness bring there?"

"One person."

At this moment, the Astra Militarum seemed a little confused and said very unconfidently.

Another battlefield.

"Kill these heretics!"

"Be careful!"

"Retreat quickly!"

A chase unfolded in the ruins of the city in this world.

The Space Marines panted, their power armors were covered with wounds and bloodstains, and they looked at the Khorne demons chasing them closely behind them, with strong resentment in their eyes.

These damn heretics!

If it weren't for the complex terrain in the ruins of the city, they would have been wiped out long ago.

The leading Space Marine captain coughed violently, his lungs were pierced by the demon's bullets, and his voice was filled with noises like leaking air, "Brothers, warriors, reinforcements have arrived, hold on a little longer!"

"Buy a little time for the injured brothers, and we can retreat."

After hearing the words, hope flashed in the eyes of all the Space Marines. Looking at the Khorne demons chasing behind them, they raised their guns and were about to fight back.

Yes!

Hold on a little longer!

Despair is over, reinforcements have arrived!

As long as they buy enough time for the injured brothers, they can.

"Boom!——"

Just then, a huge roar sounded near them, the city's roads were smashed and collapsed, rubble flew, and huge smoke and dust rose.

"Well, we're here."

A voice sounded in the smoke and dust, and the steady tone seemed very abrupt on this chaotic battlefield.

Dukel stood on the battlefield with a smile on his face.

In order to share the pressure of the legion, he took the initiative to undertake the most difficult task of covering the rear as the primarch.

As for how to carry out this mission, he already had a plan in mind.

The so-called most perfect way to cover the rear,

is of course to kill all the pursuers!

"I am the reinforcement, warriors, leave this to me!" Dukel shouted to the Space Marines.