Chapter 45 45, Explosive Kill!

"The second company evacuates quickly. Repeat, the second company evacuates quickly. You can't fucking fight anymore. Do you want to die just hanging there?!"

"Coordinate point 22.22 applies for fire coverage, repeat, coordinate point 22.22 applies for fire coverage!"

"Your throne is above. Praise the great God Emperor. The fleet of the expeditionary legion has come down. The large force is coming. We are going to be saved!"

"That's the Ultramarines Legion? And the Dreadnought Mecha, the Knight Titan"

From the Astra Militarum communication channel, the exclamations of Imperial soldiers came from one after another.

Dukel and his escorts completed their mission perfectly, like an indestructible sword on the battlefield. Wherever the troops went, all the anti-aircraft railgun positions of the Chaos forces were destroyed.

Huge carrier battleships were lowered from the outer orbit, and large quantities of heavy firepower units were dropped on the battlefield.

The Knight Titan is equipped with weapons such as laser cannons, howitzers, rotary artillery and a large number of tracking missiles. It is like a walking arsenal, unleashing firepower on the battlefield.

The roaring artillery fire shredded the poisonous miasma, the landing fleet landed in an orderly manner, and tanks filed out of the wide-open hatch.

The Ultramarines formed a tactical team with the Dreadnought, advancing carefully under cover of fire. The bolters and chainswords in their hands would focus on every Chaos Warrior exposed in sight.

These Ultramarines, who took the initiative to join the Expeditionary Legion under Dukel's inspiration, desperately hope to find their value on the battlefield. Kill these Chaos warriors who betrayed humanity, betrayed the Empire, and brought shame to the supreme honor of the Astartes.

Under the cover of the wither drones, the World-Purge Plague Army warband was counterattacking.

Countless deadly toxins and chemical weapons, regardless of whether they were enemies or friends, were splashed out by them, poisoning the entire battlefield.

These highly toxic substances can even penetrate the air filtration system of power armor and the gas masks of Imperial soldiers.

Countless soldiers were infected by the poison and suffered terribly, but they still chose to rush to the enemy's side tenaciously and detonated the melt bombs in their hands.

In the sacrifice of soldiers, human anger becomes hotter.

The plague zombies that were driven as human shields to impede the advancement of the expeditionary force were ruthlessly bombarded into pieces.

Only by blasting all the Chaos forces to pieces can the inner anger of the Imperial soldiers be relieved.

The expeditionary force advanced rapidly and resolutely, which forced the warband of the Plague Army that besieged the Iron Fortress to evacuate to the rear.

The threat of the expeditionary force is like a thorn in the back. If they cannot attack for a long time, they will soon be attacked from both sides.

Their strategy of capturing the Iron Fortress and drawing the expeditionary force into a war of attrition declared complete bankruptcy at this moment.

When the drop pods rained down, when the mortals at the fortress's firepower point refused to retreat, when the poisonous Astra Militarum was strapped with melta bombs and charged towards them.

These Chaos warriors understood clearly that the defeat of this war was coming.

The soldiers who fought for the name of the Emperor and Mankind were fearless and fearless. Barred by the walls of flesh and blood, they were unable to capture the fortress before the powerful expeditionary force defeated them.

The layers of defense temporarily constructed by the fallen warriors were broken down one by one, just as they were considering whether to withdraw their troops and make a comeback.

They were shocked to find that they were surrounded.

The reinforcements from the expeditionary legion and various air units were unleashing powerful and intensive firepower coverage.

Under such an intensive attack, several meters of the battlefield were cut away.

The huge number of plague zombies is now gone.

The counterattack horn in the fortress has also sounded. The Astra Militarum soldiers stepped on the corpses of their comrades, and the angry fire of revenge was completely ignited.

At the last moment of their lives, countless soldiers chose to throw themselves into the battlefield as human bombs in exchange for a small victory.

Their souls have returned to the throne, but their will will continue to exist in the hearts of the survivors.

However, facing the situation of being attacked from both sides, the World Purifying Plague Army warband did not panic. They let out bursts of strange laughter and blocked the imperial soldiers.

The blessed Forgotten Messenger, Gerst, led the Chaos warband and began to break out in one direction. They wanted to leave, and the weak imperial infantry could not stop them.

He uses the blessing of a loving father who is no weaker than the Great Demon. Anyone who wants to keep him completely will find their own foolishness in the face of his great power.

At this moment, Duker, who had completed the task of destroying the anti-aircraft railgun position, was leading the escort towards the fortress.

They were silent, but they had endless fighting spirit, and all the chaotic forces along the way were easily swept away.

Unsurprisingly, Gerst, who was leading the Chaos warband to withdraw, collided with Dukel.

This was no coincidence. The only seemingly weak gap in the expeditionary force's encirclement was exactly the direction from which the original body returned for reinforcements.

The World-Purge Plague Army seemed to have found a way out, but it happened to be a desperate situation.

Gast naturally knew the news of the original body's resurrection, and he had also heard about the series of plans of the dark lords against the original body.

Facing the original body that had returned from out of control, he was sure to guide it onto the right path or make it lose control again.

"Gest greets you, the forgotten herald of the Plague Warband, the great Primarch No. 2."

Gust's voice traveled far and wide through psychic energy, ensuring that Duker could easily hear his every word.

That is why the Primarch shuttled across the battlefield like lightning, crossing a distance of several thousand meters in an instant. When he was about to cut off his head directly, he put down the chainsaw sword in his hand.

This sentence really saved Gerst's life. Dukel wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Traitor, are you asking for mercy?"

Dukel carried the special chainsaw sword and looked down at the other party. Although the other party's figure was far superior to that of Astartes, it was still not enough in front of him.

"You were on the right path and bravely swung your sword at the false emperor. Why do you fall again now? Great Primarch, the traitor is not me, but you. You betrayed your past self and were blinded by the false emperor again."

While speaking, Gerst tightly grasped the weapon in his hand. The power of the Primarch rushing towards him just now was too terrifying and beyond his expectation. Although he was blessed enough to rival the Great Demon, he did not feel safe at this moment.

That is why he did not notice that Dukel's face darkened when he was only halfway through his words.

Is it okay to swing a knife at the Emperor?

Being manipulated by the evil god to lose control and eventually causing great disaster to the Empire, for the second Primarch, it is definitely the biggest black history!

Okay, okay, I asked you to say one more word, and you exposed my scars, right? !

"Have you finished?!" Dukel interrupted Gerst's speech directly and put down the chainsaw sword in his hand again.

"I" the Forgotten Messenger wanted to say something else.

"Die after you finish!"

What greeted him was the Primarch's chainsaw sword with endless resentment.

Gerst thought that he was strong enough to compete with the Primarch, but the opponent was as strong as an emperor! The chainsaw sword that came with an unstoppable force, and in just one round, the weapon in his hand was picked up and flew out.

Then Dukel flipped him to the ground and stepped on his chest.

At this moment, Gerst felt like he was being pressed down by a huge mountain. No, with the blessing of a loving father, he had a great power that mortals could not reach. Even a real mountain can't hold him down, and he will lift it up! What's holding him down is a mountain range! It's a continental plate! It's a planet! In short, it can't be a human!

At this moment, Dukel's figure is infinitely magnified in his eyes.

But his fear can't last too long.

Because the bolter burning with the fire of the soul is already on his head.

"Why don't you say what you like? You like to talk nonsense!"

Bang! ——

"I'll let you fucking talk nonsense to me!!!"

Bang bang bang bang bang! ——

The roar of the bolter exploded between the two people at close range, the machine soul wailed, and the dense explosion sounded, but no one dared to hinder it. Near the thick explosion smoke, not to mention the World Purification Army War Gang, even the Imperial soldiers of the Expeditionary Corps were stunned.

Until the ammunition in the gun chamber was vented, Dukel casually threw the bolter with a broken barrel aside.

The smoke and dust of the explosion gradually dissipated, revealing a large pit of several meters under his feet.

In the center of the pit, Gust's face was blown to pieces, revealing his creepy muscles and bones. A large number of head organs disappeared, and they were covered with the burning fire of the soul.

He let out a low cry of pain in the burning flames, and his huge body twitched unconsciously due to the severe pain.

Then, his broken head was grabbed by Duker with one hand,

"Puff!——"

The big head was crushed by the huge force like a watermelon.

"This grenade gun doesn't work either," Duker muttered to himself.

This was probably the last sentence Gust heard in his life.