Chapter 357: Unexpected Army

The smell of blood and sulfur volatilized, and the smell of explosives exploded in the battlefield. The interesting thing was that the situations caused by those demons were almost commonplace on the battlefield. In other words, the malice they carried was the embodiment of war for mortal senses.

It was the battlefield that forged those demons, and it was death, killing, and hatred that materialized those individuals. Now they brought those things back to fight with humans, and then create more brothers and sisters, seize more heads, and sacrifice blood to the blood god.

It was difficult for mortal armies to fight with them. Most mortals would have fled in fear when they saw that kind of appearance. Even if they mustered up the courage, ordinary guns and iron cannons could not bear to see how much damage they had done to those monsters.

At the moment when the bright red flesh and blood broke through the void shield, the monsters resisted the firepower and moved forward. Being pierced through the body was not fatal, and being burned in the blood was not painful. In terms of the responsibilities entrusted to them by their father god, in terms of the sweet and delicious flesh and blood souls of mortals, and in terms of the endless fun of this prosperous material world, these bloodletting vampires were no longer afraid of bullets.

When the deflagration beam ruthlessly penetrated their physical bodies and left scarlet holes, some of the twisted monsters fell down, but they just turned into a ball of purple mist and dissipated, returning to the warp. For them, it was far from the empty concept of "death".

They would not die. For them, fighting with mortals was like a game. Losing their lives was just the end of the game. When they returned to the warp, the stinging pain of the bullets tearing their bodies was not as painful as the long boredom and endless silence of the warp.

So far, they could do whatever they wanted, crazy, and resist the bullets, but the firepower output of the Imperial Guard was also far beyond their imagination. With the help of countless deflagration guns, those resolute mortals relied on rotating shooting, crossfire, and the inherent suppression ability of heavy bombs to embed the demons like nails in the complex barbed wire and sandbags on the outside of the battle line.

Demons are not invincible, the Imperial Guard proved this. Those crude monsters holding primitive weapons were being suppressed by firepower, which was no different from other enemies dealt with by the Imperial Guard. When the officers optimistically conveyed this concept, an abrupt change occurred.

Those bright red demons suddenly turned into a ball of purple smoke, leaving light scarlet Khorne runes in the air, and then they passed through the defense line like ghosts, penetrated the sandbags, ignored the bullets, and suddenly appeared in the trenches at the front, rushing to the soldiers who were still shooting.

The officer shouted. "Damn demons, bayonet!"

Even if he reacted as quickly as possible, some people did not have time to change weapons and were cut in half by the sharp flaming sword. The soldiers of the Imperial Guard, especially the veterans of Skadi, were all valuable legends. His comrades and those compatriots who knew his value angrily drew their personal power sickles or weapons with bayonets.

This time, hundreds of demons broke through the defense, and dozens of them were called to the Supreme Heaven by the Emperor. Their blood wet the ground of the trenches, and then the elite soldiers holding high power sickles or single-molecule bayonets pierced the bodies of those ugly demons. They were not ordinary Imperial Guards. So far, those demons were surprised to see themselves being cut off, which was completely different from the fragile and easy-to-flee mortals in their memories.

The pain and wounds told those arrogant demons that their opponents were not people who would collapse at the first touch. At this moment, three or four soldiers rushed forward and sent those who dared to break through the defense back to their Supreme Heaven, turning into a ball of magic mist and dispersing away.

The soldiers panted lightly. The demons gave them a strong sense of oppression, but the death of this thing felt unreal. If it weren't for the body of their friend who was cut in half lying on the ground, if it weren't for the smell of sulfur on the battlefield, if it weren't for the noisy demons still fighting, it would really be like a nightmare.

But soon, they found that they had no time to rest. An order from the radio interrupted their thoughts. The officer shouted that there were mechanical engines hitting the front line, and then the sound of flesh and blood rubbing and the unpleasant smell of sulfur replaced those things.

Dozens of steel bulls and heavy demon infantry of the flesh grinder crossed the front line. They were not engines, but disgusting subspace creatures. The hateful flesh hounds that followed them in "infantry-tank coordination" happily bit the flesh and blood that was smashed by the steel, or pounced on other soldiers who had not yet reacted.

The outer line was rotten, the demons' attacks were fierce and fast, and the Imperial Guard quickly contracted the front line, which was completely different from expectations, but it was also reasonable. Facing an enemy they had never seen before, the Imperial Guard did not intend to guard the front line from the beginning.

Before those demons began to show off their power, several heavy armor-piercing missiles were fired from the armed platform high above the manor, piercing the body of the monster, and several steel bulls fell to the ground, crushing the flesh hounds that relied on them.

At this point, the front line of defense began to stabilize again, thanks to the great sacrifice of the veterans in the first row, but the officers found that the number of enemies was also huge. They were not sure whether they could protect the support of the Space Marines. So far, they began to draw people from the defense lines in other parts of the manor, that is, the four sides of the east, west, south and north, of which three sides would only have the most basic defense.

This idea is very bold, but they must do this. Preserving the living force is even more important than the manor itself, so the demons were effectively suppressed...

Those things in the endless smoke and death vortex tortured everyone as if they would never stop. When the smoke floated into the artificial sky, looking at the war symbols in the distance, Master Chief Catachan walked around the ruins from the corner of the house. Sudden force.

The superhuman man grasped the throat of a Khorne Harbinger, and in this unexpected place, his brother darted through the clutter as bait, hiding here where Catachan's unstoppable tricks once again emerged.

The powerful bronze arms held the neck of this arrogant demon, and endured the scorching temperature of the monster's skin to scorch the sergeant's skin. He inserted the Catachan sword into the demon's head with his mouth, and then drew it out The nerve center is gently stirred.

The monster fell limply as if it had no backbone, and its body dissipated, leaving only the sergeant whose breastplate and arms were severely burned. When the chasing team composed of other demons found that their commander had been beheaded, other Catachan had already turned around. Head shot.

Amidst the fierce shooting, the angry monsters hovering in the sky were unable to distinguish the situation inside the ruins. They eagerly surrounded those houses until the accurate beam carbine suddenly smashed their heads, and they fell to the ground like headless birds, dead.

Catachan won, but they also lost four brothers. The sergeant used temporary anti-inflammatory drugs and bandages to bandage his skin. Although there was no blood loss, he needed to avoid secondary infection.

He bent down and picked off the long knife and red ribbon of the brother who was killed by the demon. They won again, and they still won in the face of inhuman existence, but the Master Chief also had to re-estimate the capabilities of the demons...

"We will lose, the people of Skadi, we..." He looked at the surrounding environment and concluded the war early, because he understood that the enemies of the empire were not only demons, but also those rune freaks.

No matter what, daemons and runemen will prioritize attacking the Imperial Guard, warriors loyal to the Empire, and noble people loyal to the Emperor.

He tied his brother's ribbon tightly on his arm and put the long knife into his belt. Even so, he did not choose to escape, but looked at the location of the battlefield. "Go forward and join up with the brothers. If we... assassinate that commander, that strange demon, the chance does not exist."

He has courage that no mortal can match, but he can't be sure. He has seen the capabilities of the Raging Demon and the Flesh Hound. To be precise, his certainty is less than one-tenth, or even lower.

And his thoughts were still confused, and suddenly his sensitive wildness felt that something was wrong. He held down his brother and looked outside, and then several civilian vehicles suddenly passed by. The people on them were neither Skadi nor Rune Freak, nor demon.

Above the vehicle, a kind old gentleman was promoting the beauty of the empire to the poorly equipped PDF. Those funny and disgusting words sold a priceless treasure called trust, weighing people's hearts.

However, there are also those who don't believe it. For example, the special explosion-proof vehicle at the end of the crew, with its full set of carapace armor, is the most notorious presence in the hive city, the Ministry of Justice.

And he, the Master Chief knew this man, he subconsciously said. "That bastard."

That's right, Wild Snake, he doesn't like him, that damn minion of the Tribunal. Even if he turns into a harmless form, this wild man can still smell him, but he has to admit that the senior members of the Tribunal It becomes clearer what the devil is, and how to approach that terrifying thing.

But he was even more curious about why there was a PDF beside him, and why the Legal Department was involved.

But he raised his arms, walked out quickly, and shouted clearly. "Members of the 4th Skadi Infantry Special Defense Force, Skadi Guards, are on a mission, and there is no malicious intention!"

pdf They raised their weapons like frightened birds, and they looked pretty good. He could see that this group of people had really fought, maybe against the gangs who had made the nest, but they had seen that blood and comfort were two different concepts. This was definitely Only used troops.

The wild snake spoke now. "Jesus, gentlemen, put down your arms, I know him."

Captain Kenny also spoke. "Yes, listen to this old gentleman, everyone."

The tense atmosphere dissipated, and Catachan waved his arms to let his brothers out of the bunker. When the PDFs saw Catachan, they couldn't help but tremble because they saw the explosive shotguns and deflagration carbines behind those people. , one of them also has a heavy-duty hot melt handle!

They did not doubt that this group of people could easily kill them in the event of an attack, and even if they were given enough time, there would be no survivors here, but Captain Kenny was more sensitive and he spoke.

"What is it? What are you fighting? I smell smoke and death, and you have wounds on your body..."

"Demon, this is something that spineless warriors like you will never see in this life." Master Chief Catachan spoke, and threw a bloody sword out of the ruins. The wild snake's expression changed instantly.

"Damn..." he muttered. "I have heard the legends of demons. If I want to get rid of them, I can only find the portal from which they came, and then completely seal it. Moreover, these monsters are almost immortal, and mortal weapons will be greatly reduced in their effectiveness against them."

Replied Sergeant Catachan. "I've had a taste of it, and now, they're attacking Bandertar's manor. I don't think the Imperial Guard can last long unless we kill their commander."

"Commander? A champion of Khorne?" Wild Snake yelled a little voicelessly this time.

"Absolutely impossible. Even the most powerful inquisitor has to think twice. Facing such a monster and its demon army, this mission is no longer something we can end! I ask to wait for the inquisition to deal with it!" He It was a bit gaffe-like, and this was definitely one of the few gaffes he made, especially the tone in which he asked the Inquisition to intervene despite the fact that he still had a wanted order from the Empire.

And Catachan answered. "Do you want my brother's efforts and sacrifices to be trampled on by the beasts of the Inquisition?" What the Skadi hate most are probably heretics, aliens, and the Inquisition. The sins and pain that have been wiped off the surface of their homeland are still in the Skadi who are alive today. In the hearts of the Qadi, this is why the Inquisition's power in this sector has been extremely reduced.

"No!" Wild Snake retorted. "There's more to the devil than you can imagine, sir!"

"I don't agree, and I won't help you!"

But unexpectedly, Captain Kenny spoke. "Then I agree with what this warrior said. This is also my hometown. I will not let the Inquisition trample this place with cannons and erase it from the void and the empire's territory." No one cherishes this terrible void more than him. In the city, he sacrificed his comrades and his own stomach for her!

Sergeant Catachan struck while the iron was hot. "Two to one."

The wild snake sighed. "Okay, then I have a plan." He was as quirky as usual.

"With some gunpowder, paint, devil's ashes, and this bloody sword, I can give you makeup to make you smell and feel the same as those supreme creatures. This can bring you closer to the champion, but then, you We must use the blood sword to kill the head of that thing, giving us the only chance to remove the lifeless thing!"

The Master Chief laughed now. "So what? Rather than being bombed into dust by the Tribunal, I can now pull a few demons, and I'm satisfied!"

Wild Snake emphasized again. "Demons will not die! They just returned to their own place, the subspace, the highest sky! This is why I don't agree with your recklessness, sir!"

Sergeant Catachan simply replied. "The blade grazed their spines, and those things were unable to move. This is not death, so what is?"

"I don't know so many unfathomable things. For me, killing things that are not good for my brothers and the empire is everything to me."