Chapter 486: "Sigh" Melee

"No you can't."

Buzz—bah—! !

Accompanied by painful cries for mercy, the roar of the chain sword pierced the air, and then there was the blood-curdling sound of tearing, a symphony of metal and flesh being violently shattered.

I saw the high-speed rotating chain ruthlessly split open the armor and body of the last Emperor's Son, and the corrupted, smelly blood splashed out, dyeing the ruined ground red.

The dust gradually settled.

There was no trace of hostility in the huge space. The once arrogant and arrogant Emperor's Children had now turned into broken corpses, falling at the feet of the sergeants.

He managed to kill this group of depraved bastards all by himself.

"Huhu."

At this moment, the sergeant's body was covered with traces of battle, and his armor was full of scratches and splattered blood.

He looked like he was extremely tired after the effects of adrenaline wore off, panting heavily.

The feeling of exhaustion that nearly exhausted all his life force quickly surged into his heart, causing the tip of the chain sword in his hand to drop.

When——!

There was a dull sound, and the tip of the sword touched the ground, seeming to bear all his weight.

He held the sword hilt tightly with his right hand and used the chain sword as a support, barely maintaining his "shaky" figure.

The looming golden light, a symbol of power that came from nowhere during the battle, is now quickly fading from his eyes, like the beach exposed after the tide recedes, calm but full of cruel traces.

The sergeant lowered his eyes, staring at the corpses of the fallen who had lost their lives at his feet.

After a while, he closed his eyes and uttered an inaudible word:

"The Emperor's blessing."

Although the voice is extremely soft, these words contain complex emotions, including gratitude and heaviness.

He had vaguely realized that the sudden power he had experienced in the battle just now did not come from himself.

The "false emperor's gaze" mentioned by the Emperor's Son before his death seemed to reveal a hint of the truth. Perhaps it was the Emperor in the main universe who gave him this power beyond his "mortal body".

The sergeant slowly straightened up. Although his body was exhausted, his back was still straight and firm.

He took a deep breath, put away the chain sword, turned and walked towards the utility room with a slightly heavy step.

The sergeant knew that there were still a group of children waiting for him who needed his protection.

The fatigue and pain at the moment are not as important as the safety of those children.

Not long after, the sergeant walked to the rolling shutter door of the utility room and raised his hand to touch the door open button.

With a soft sound of mechanical operation, the rolling shutter door slowly rose.

Suddenly, accompanied by several hoarse but sonorous roars, several young men rushed out from behind the door:

"Go to hell! You bastard!"

"For the Emperor! For humanity!"

"Run! You seize the opportunity and run!"

Several taller and stronger children waved their still immature fists and "charged" in the direction of the sergeant with their eyes closed.

Their steps were chaotic, but full of a moving stubbornness and determination.

The fist was not steady, and could even be said to be unorganized, but the indomitable momentum ignited the air like a raging fire.

It seemed that they had determined that the sergeant would not survive, or even be torn into pieces by the Chaos Astartes, leaving his body intact.

Therefore, as the strongest and tallest members of the group, they chose to take up the responsibility and use their short lives to fight for a glimmer of life for the rest of their partners.

Even though they knew in their hearts that there was no chance of winning against those powerful and depraved enemies, they still did not flinch at all, as if they would rather burn their lives than stand by and watch.

When the sergeant saw the group of children rushing out, the tired look that had just faded was quickly replaced by a complex emotion.

He stared at those young but determined faces, and his heart was slightly shaken. After all, these children of junior high school age used their flesh and blood to carry determination and courage that far exceeded their load.

However, he knew that this was not the time to express emotion.

"Stop, it's me."

? ! !

Following the low reminder, like thunder exploding in the utility room, the children's "charge" suddenly froze.

Several faces full of fear and tragedy slowly opened their eyes and took a closer look at the scene in front of them.

What stood before them was not some corrupted Astartes, but a sergeant covered in blood and breathing heavily.

In an instant, the previously depressing and tragic atmosphere turned into a mixture of complex emotions such as shock and joy.

The children froze in place, as if they couldn't believe the facts in front of them.

The sergeant smiled slightly, slowed down his tone, and continued in a deep voice:

"Very well, I see the courage, but your plan is too crude. Now everyone returns to the house. This is an order."

Hearing this, the children immediately came to their senses and supported each other back to the utility room, with mixed respect and fear on their faces.

But the sergeant reached out and pressed the button and lowered the rolling shutter door again, as if he had no intention of entering the utility room.

Part of his mission has been completed——

That is to let these children know that he is still alive.

The noncommissioned officers should use their actions to tell them that even if they are in a desperate situation, they must never give up hope.

And his next choice is to fight more lonely and fearlessly.

As the rolling shutter door slowly lowered with a dull mechanical sound, the sergeant's eyes still stayed on those young faces full of fear and hope.

He didn't say a word of farewell, but conveyed his will with a firm look.

And when the rolling shutter door finally closed, isolating the inside and outside, he turned around and took heavy but hesitant steps.

He was ready to travel alone in this shopping mall eroded by Chaos, paying the price with his own blood and life to attract the attention of those chaotic creatures and corrupted Emperor's Children who loved to ravage and torture.

The sergeant knew that his situation was extremely dangerous, but he also understood that this was the only way to greatly increase the children's chances of survival.

He wants to delay time until the main army of the empire arrives to recapture this fallen area.

Although the golden light that once burned the Emperor's will had long since disappeared from the Sergeant's eyes, the Emperor's power still protected him.

The injuries in his body have been completely healed, and the burning pain has been replaced by a steady stream of strength.

Holding the chain sword in his hand tightly, the sergeant lowered his head slightly and murmured in a low voice:

"With the blessing of the Emperor, let me 'save' as many bastards as possible, and let me persevere until the end."

Immediately, he raised his head, his eyes as sharp as knives, and turned towards the depths of darkness.

What awaits him there is endless killing and sacrifice.

The noncommissioned officer's figure gradually disappeared in the dilapidated corridor. Only his determination was like an indelible light, burning tenaciously in the dead silence.

At the same time, in the central square of New Argo, the defensive position of the 2nd Assault Platoon was at the center of the most intense fighting;

嘡-嘡嘡-! !

Ri~——咻——! !

Boom. Boom——! ! !

The roar of guns and the roar of explosions are intertwined, like a never-ending symphony of steel.

In this chaotic battlefield, every second is torn apart by tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of ammunition and energy beams.

Viewed from above, the remaining half of the 2nd Offensive Platoon's troops have turned every building and street at the back end of the central square into a simple but solid defense line.

Bunkers were connected to form a huge circular defense network, and the Emperor's Children started a fierce battle for every inch of territory.

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At the front of the line, two Knight mechas with a height of more than 20 meters stood majestically, together with an even larger Titan mecha.

These "steel giants" are like the incarnation of war. Every time they fire, there is a scream of energy beams tearing the air and the roar of explosions.

They provided 2nd Attack Platoon with a powerful firepower output, attracting the attention of the Emperor's Children.

The light armored vehicles behind it were also not idle, and more than 4,000 Hunters and Terminators were densely arranged, cooperating with "infantry" units such as the Sons of Man and the Auxiliary Army to suppress fire.

On the other side, the Emperor's Children also have a large number of "armored" units.

But to be more precise, the "armored" units of the Emperor's Children are more like behemoths that are half biological and half mechanical.

Their offensive is as turbulent as the tide.

Thousands of giant beasts were rampaging, their ferocious shells covered with lines of corruption, as if they were the product of distorted reality.

These deformed war machines spewed blazing psychic flames and "charm" poisonous mist, waving sharp mechanical arms and alien-like spikes, trying to tear apart the 2nd assault platoon's defense line.

Flames and beams of light intertwined into a network in the air, exploding fireballs rose frequently, and burning building fragments scattered in all directions.

Every minute and every second, this battlefield is full of death and struggle, but the defense line of the 2nd Assault Platoon remains as stable as a "rock" like their brother legion, the Imperial Fists.

They used flesh and blood to resist the enemy's crazy offensive, trying to buy more time and space for the civilians in the rear to evacuate.

A large number of transport boats and transport aircraft are rushing to the position of the 2nd assault platoon, preparing to quickly transport the gathered civilians to a safer rear area.

The roar of engines came one after another, and huge transport vehicles hovered above the battlefield. Their arrival added a glimmer of hope to this chaotic battlefield.

However, there was no peace in the sky.

A large number of chaotic creatures with weird shapes and pink skin are also wandering high in the sky. Their chilling and twisted forms reveal the strange nature of chaos.

These creatures occasionally unleash powerful psychic blasts in an attempt to destroy ground defenses and disrupt evacuation operations.

The psychic impact surged toward the 2nd Offensive Platoon's position like a tide, sweeping everything away.

The vast majority of the SWAT team members volunteered and chose to stay to assist the 2nd Attack Platoon in protecting the evacuated civilians.

But when they were attacked by the psychic energy of these chaotic creatures, they were hit almost defenselessly. They were "dumb" in place almost instantly, and their eyes became vacant and lifeless.

Immediately afterwards, their behavior became extremely weird——

Someone began to whisper in a low voice, gibbering incoherently, as if talking to a "guy" that didn't exist;

Some people went crazy without warning, roaring loudly and firing at their comrades beside them. The chaotic gunfire filled the entire defense line with crisis.

In contrast, the auxiliary army and ODST who have undergone a certain degree of physical strengthening can more effectively resist this type of psychic impact.

After being attacked, they will be in a state of stagnation for a short time, but they will recover quickly and continue to perform their tasks.

These elite soldiers use their iron will to support their spirits. Even if the pain caused by the psychic shock still echoes in their minds, they still grit their teeth and persist to prevent the enemy's erosion from further expanding.

Even if some auxiliary soldiers and ODSTs have the tendency to attack friendly forces, they will be killed by friendly forces the moment they open fire on them.

After all, at this stage of the war, all soldiers must retain enough combat power for the overall situation.

Although those crazy guys are comrades who lived and trained together in the past, they must be killed for the sake of the overall situation.

As for the elites?

This brave and warlike race belongs to the natural fighting race, and their reaction to psychic attacks is even more unique.

They are not completely immune to the psychic shocks with bewitching and corrupting nature, but they can quickly adjust their status.

The invasion of psychic energy also triggered a short-term anger in their bodies, and this anger even became a catalyst for their combat power.

The elites roared "Ah! Ah!" and then launched a counterattack with more intensive firepower.

The plasma weapons in their hands fired blazing light balls, and cooperated with the armored units to accurately strike the Chaos creatures floating in the air and the Emperor's Children in front.

Some elites became furious after seeing the Chaos vilifying their "my Lord", the image of Emperor Sui Yang, in their minds. They immediately rushed out of the position and waved the double energy swords in their hands, ready to engage in close combat with the Emperor's Children.

This scene immediately made the Emperor's Children feel "unreasonable".

However, even if the elites have the blessing of "anger", they still cannot shake the Emperor's Children's pace of progress.

After all, the individual combat power of Chaos Astartes is still much stronger than that of the elites.

The most important thing is that there are less than a hundred Sons of Man left in the second assault platoon that has fought so far.

On the other hand, the Emperor's Children seem to have hundreds, thousands, or even more Chaos Astartes.

Moreover, the "Great Demon" that looked like their original body had already arrived on the central square.

The knights, Titan mechas, and many armored units immediately fired at it.

Buzz-boom-boom-boom-! !

But all the attacks were blocked and offset by a huge psychic barrier.

"Haha! Surrender, we will give you the bliss you have never felt before!"

"Follow us, transcend the boundaries of mortals, and touch the real pleasure!"

"Come, fall with us! This is your true destination!"

Seeing that the "Great Demon" successfully blocked the salvo attack of the second assault row, the Emperor's children and heretics seemed extremely fanatical and clamored.

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But the eyes of the "Great Demon" fell on Rilano, who was at the front of the second assault row and equipped with the Indomitable Terminator armor.