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"Land down in a minute, get ready."

There was murder in Sicarius' words, but only those who knew him could hear it. He was the company commander of the Second Company, one of the designated battle companies that would undertake most of the battles for the Chapter. This is a proof of strength, and it is the deep trust in them from the top and bottom of the chapter, not to mention, they came here under the order of Guilliman.

This is the task that the Primarch personally assigned!

They have a total of six tactical squads, two assault squads, and two destroyer squads. Except for the two fearless elders who were temporarily deemed not to need to be awakened, all the 100 members of the second company were dispatched.

With a balanced pressure, the transport plane landed smoothly on the tarmac of Lionsgate Star Harbor. Before the damper was opened, the door of the transporter was abruptly opened by Sicarius manually. This rude behavior would cause him to be complained to Guilliman with various reports by the forge brothers of the 6th Company after the war. It's been a long time, but he can't control that much now.

A group of mortals stood on the side of the tarmac, watching the group of death angels coming out of the transport plane with admiration and solemnity. They wear white armor and are well equipped. Standing under a flag, several servo skulls parked around them.

Sicarius stared at the leading mortal, and he quickly recognized his identity: "Palatine Sentinel? Why are you here?"

The Palatine Sentinel is one of the astral army legions guarding the palace with the Lucifer Black Guards. Logically speaking, they should not appear in the Lionsgate Star Harbor.

"Respected lord." The commander of the Palatine Sentinel bowed and said with impeccable etiquette: "The lords of the Imperial Fist let us wait for you here."

"I haven't received a similar order." Sicarius' hand was already on the power sword at his waist. "Moreover, the Palatine Sentinel in my impression is not so strict with etiquette. The civilians we have sworn to protect are wailing and weeping around, but you are indifferent, and even have the time to bow to me?"

"Allow me to explain to you.

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The company commander didn't panic at all, and even had the intention to make a heavenly eagle ceremony with a perfect angle. It stands to reason that after Sicarius had expressed his distaste for these manners, he should have stopped doing so.

This is a provocation.

Sicarius pulled out his storm blade, the pure skull on the end of the power sword reflecting light: "I don't see it - what the hell are you?!"

He scolded and swung down the blade: "Evil!"

The company commander stopped where he was, and something strangely smiled and stretched his claws out of the human's chest cavity, digging open the company commander's chest cavity in the blood, with blood and tears flowing from his eyes. The demon of the warp showed its original form under the gaze of the second company. Drilled out of a human body.

At the same time, the Palatine sentries standing behind the company commander fell to the ground as if their bones had been removed, and disappeared after a puff of green smoke.

It raised a paw and easily resisted Sicarius' attack. The wet, uncomfortably colorful feathers on it trembled. The company commander who had his chest cut open fell to the ground, his lips opened and closed, his face quickly turned pale, and Sicarius saw the movement of his lips out of the corner of his eye and understood the sentence.

"Kill it, please."

Without an order, the six tactical squads quickly dispersed, surrounding the Tzeentch Great Demon. They all know that this will be a tough fight - no archetype can be easily exiled, let alone the demons of Tzeentch, these damned creatures are born with all kinds of weird abilities and can fight in battle. cause them great trouble.

"Assault Squad, activate your jetpacks, we are here. The Destroyer Squad is going to clear the surrounding demons and provide fire cover for the Assault Squad. We don't have a rhino troop carrier this time, your movement may be limited, and you can take care of yourself."

Sicarius gave his order quickly, and the fighting brothers of the 2nd Company carried out his order without a word.

He himself stayed where he was, clenching the Stormblade in both hands. He didn't know if his six tactical squads could banish the Tzeentch Archer, but he had to - never let a Archer appear behind the advancing Imperial Fist brothers!

"Your decisions make no sense, Astartes. Even if you paid a dear price here to banish me."

The bird-headed demon stretched his body gracefully, and the pressure brought by the nearly six-meter tall body standing upright was extremely remarkable. It let out a long string of deep laughter with its hideous bird's head: "One by one your people will die, and you will watch them fall before you - and those you swore to protect."

Sicarius was not in the mood to fight it, a tactical team had already circled to the right side of the tarmac, the bolt guns in their hands were ready to go. He made a gesture, and the squad immediately opened fire. The demon raised his right hand with a smile, and the psionic shield blocked all the bullets.

And Sicarius had already charged in front of it with a tactical team, the chainsaw sword, the power sword slashed at it, and the veteran as a tough hand used power fists to gather strength behind the crowd, and the other four teams were Find a suitable location to form an encirclement. However, the Tzeentch demons were clearly more cunning than their worst expectations.

Its body disappeared in a flash of flicker, leaving only the voice with a sullen smile: "The light will fade, look up at the sky, Cato Sicarius. He will be captured by my lord. …”

"yes?"

Two voices said at the same time, one of them was deep and heavy, like a warrior. The other has a sense of illusoryness: "Let him come to me by himself, you lowly thing is not worthy of spreading the word."

"boom!"

Thousands of golden feathers of light fell from the sky, rubbing the armor of Sicarius and his brothers and sticking to the ground, exactly. The golden light appeared, reflecting their blue armor into pure white, and Sicarius heard the panicked roar of the Tzeentch Demon: "How is that possible?! You obviously cannot have such a strong power!"

"Why do you self-righteous people always think that they can calculate everything?" The two voices mixed together, smiling calmly. The golden brilliance continued for a moment, the feathers of light continued to descend from the sky, and Tzeentch's demon took shape. This cunning thing was hiding around, and it seemed to be waiting for an opportunity to attack.

But it couldn't do it—the feathers of light held it to the ground, those sacred golden feathers scorching its profane skin and uncomfortably gorgeous feathers. Immediately afterwards, Cato Sicarius heard his name: "Cato Sicarius."

"Kill it!"

Cato Sicarius held the blade of the storm, his eyes widened, and a golden beam of light fell from the sky, pouring into him. The monks of the Second Company watched this scene solemnly, and they all realized something.

Pain comes first, which is normal. Sicarius had been prepared for a long time - the wounder had to prepare for his own injury first, but the pain was not so severe, but made him feel the urge to cry. Somewhere, he seemed to have established a connection with a person and heard his sigh.

The beam of light disappeared, and his power armor and storm blade turned pure gold. Seeing this scene, the Tzeentch Demon screamed in unprecedented panic, and frantically promised Sicarius everything it could promise. And he turned a deaf ear to its blasphemous words, and the Ultramarines Second Captain took a step forward, and then another.

Step by step, it came to the demon, and it raised its head with all its might to look at the approaching blade, and the scream grew louder and louder, causing Sicarius' eardrums to ache.

He endured the pain and torture, and came to the monster firmly, and he heard the voice say: "Swing the sword!"

Cato Sicarius did as he was told.

When the battle was over, he was half-kneeling, breathing hard. The warriors who were present approached him cautiously, and some reached out to help him, but Sicarius refused. He relied on his own strength to get up with difficulty, and the compassion in his heart never diminished - then, the voice came again.

"Cato Sicarius," he said. "Forward, fight. To exterminate the enemy of mankind, and honor him."

"As ordered, my lord," said the second company commander.

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"Send an order to the Taranis knights, and send some people to the vicinity of Lionsgate Star Harbor, and this place must not miss! Damn - why the army of the Ministry of Justice has not reached their position? They should have arrived fifteen minutes ago. The lower level of that hive!"

"Let the Sisters of Silence calm down, they will have a chance to fight, but not now. If they have complaints, I will explain to them myself, but they must not be allowed to appear on the battlefield now!"

Guilliman roared loudly, completely different from his usual gentle appearance. The Soulless Queen stood beside him, her face paler than ever before - after the battle, the leader of the Sisters of Silence said that she felt weaker than ever, which seemed to be related to her exposure to the bodies of the four girls .

According to the speculations of the pharmacists, their blood probably contained something that was a deadly threat to the Sisters of Silence and could diminish their abilities. It will take time to test what the specific situation is. Guilliman would not be able to send the nuns to the battlefield anyway.

"Are you all right, ma'am?"

The Soulless Queen nodded, and the Punisher walked in from the door. The armor was still stained with blood, and as soon as he came in, he said something that nearly raised Guilliman's blood pressure: "Let me join the fight."

The genetic father of the Ultramarines took a deep breath and said in a tone completely different from his image in the tome: "This is not the time-"

"I'm going to join the fight."

"You'll get a chance—"

"I want, join, fight."

"Hell, Frank! You can't take the form of the battlefield lightly, everyone wants to fight, but everyone needs to stay on the job! This isn't the time for you to fight! God knows what you'll do when I drop you on the ground. The rise of killing, not accepting our communications and orders, this has happened many times!"

Guilliman roared: "The real enemy has not yet appeared, the Astartes and the Astral Army can withstand the current situation, how can you be so stubborn?!"

Frank looked at him coldly: "I don't care about that, I just want to kill those things, send me, or I'll grab a transport plane and go by myself. And—"

His expression changed slightly: "The Inquisitor Bonavia that I cooperated with was seriously injured. Let your people hang her, she is still useful."

"You don't need to talk about this kind of thing." Guilliman calmed down a little. Of course, this was also because he saw Steve standing at the door. He knew that this man should be able to make Frank better. convergence.

Sure enough, when Steve walked into the room, Frank fell silent. Steve Rogers greeted the Soulless Queen before asking Guilliman, "How's the ground?"

"Not very good, although the resistance can last for a long time, and with the help of that..." Guilliman's face eased a little. "But the situation is still not optimistic. There are too many demons. We have to send some people to evacuate the refugees. Damn. Why did I issue that goddamn scripture?!"

Talking about this, he became excited again: "A battle group with a thousand people...?! What did I think?! There are not enough people at all!"

Steve gestured oddly for Guilliman to calm down: "Keep calm, Guilliman. It's not bad enough that you need to be so excited."

"I know, I know..." Guilliman sighed. "I'm just annoyed by my own decision."

He lowered his head: "At the time, I had a fight with Donne about this, and even caused a tragedy... I thought I was right, but all the time, I was make the wrong decision."

"The Second Empire, the Codex of Astartes, arrogantly entered Fulgrim's trap... What have I done?! The Empire was never meant to be!" he said bitterly.

"Is the rumoured Robert Guilliman only at this level?" Two voices sounded in his study, one of which Guilliman was very familiar with was the voice of Trajan, the current commander of the Custodian Army, and the other... .... Steve they are very familiar.

"What?!" Steve exclaimed in surprise, and Frank also changed his sitting position slightly, sitting more upright.

"Long time no see - Steve, Frank. Well, where's our Batman?"

"He left saying he had something to do, and like you said, he was mysterious."

"Haha..." The two voices laughed together and didn't say more. Guilliman straightened his mind and wanted to say hello politely, but He Shenyan's next sentence made him almost jump out of his chair.