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How long did the battle go on?

He didn't know, he only knew that the demons' offensive had temporarily stopped. No more creepy roars to be heard in the dark, no sudden sword piercing in the fortifications. They seem to have retreated.

However, Norfo knew that such peace was only an illusion - he let out a weary sigh and began to adjust his troops to defend against the next wave of attack.

"The fourth and fifth companies stepped forward, took over the first and second companies, and sent people to inform the third company. Let them fix the damn communicator! We must contact the palace for support, and the Bridge of the Martyrs must not fall. , we can't hold it alone, let them send some angels!"

The muscles of the soldiers have long been exhausted from the high-intensity battle, and their spirits have become a little sluggish from facing those demons. Hearing his order, many people suddenly lost their strength and collapsed to the ground like a dirty rag. Several field doctors who ran off the transport locomotive hurriedly began to examine.

They are the most tired - the soldiers can rest, they can't. Behind the lines of the Bridge of the Martyrs, these physicians operate non-stop. Objects ranged from civilians to soldiers, and there was even a pilot of a war mech. He was unlucky to appear directly below a portal, nearly torn to shreds by a group of howling demons.

The Terra Praetorians struggled to get him out. This guy is still in a coma, and he can't get any information about why he appeared near the Bridge of the Martyrs.

Norfo found an open space and sat down, put the laser gun aside, took out a chewing sugar substitute from the crumpled shirt pocket, and threw it into his mouth. This blue gadget can lift his spirits to a certain extent, and as for the raw materials...he doesn't bother to care.

Anyway, it's always something to do with stimulants and the like.

Chewing the so-called sugar substitute laboriously, the bitter taste spread between the lips and teeth. Norfoe exhaled again, closed his eyes, and the golden figure he had seen before returned to him again: "Oh, Emperor..."

He began to pray, and at the same time, the ground began to tremble.

Norfo opened his eyes immediately, his hand immediately climbed on the laser gun, and he took the standard waiting position for firing. The others were pretty much the same, but it wasn't an attack that came, it was a troop carrier. From the top to the next team of Lucifer black guards, everyone was injured, but their expressions were still determined.

He immediately stepped forward, and after a tedious process of exchanging codes to confirm the number, they both confirmed that the other party could be trusted. The leading Lucifer Blackguard immediately relaxed, and Norfo noticed that he was very young.

"Hello, Sir Norfolk, I'm Litosis," he introduced himself. "We came to support you from the outer wall of the palace. Please forgive me. The adults of the military affairs department asked me to explain for them. It is not that they did not want to respond to you, but that there were not many people in the military affairs department at that time, and they were understaffed."

"Everyone of you is injured, why don't you send some soldiers with intact hands and feet."

Litosis smiled. "There are no more uninjured brothers, sir. We fought those bastards for three hours on the outer wall. Damn...excuse me, but his angel is here. , we can come down from above. The monks of the Imperial Fist are now stationed there, after they have cleared the nearby enemies,

will come to support us. "

"All right."

Norfo sighed: "Then, let's report your situation first - how many of you are there?"

"Two hundred people, and one hundred and fifty people are on the way."

"I have already heard about the swordsmanship of your Lucifer Black Guards."

Norfo glanced at the power sword on Litosis's waist, and he couldn't help but feel a toothache - Damn, these black-armored bastards have power swords, they don't have this treatment! "However, you also saw that the terrain of the Martyrs Bridge is very special. We don't need close combat very much. You'd better restrain yourself."

The Bridge of the Martyrs is a majestic bridge that connects the Plaza of Mercy and the Nest below the Royal Palace, and it can be called the only way to go. So guarded from the outset, the bridge is now divided in half. On one side is the hive, and on the other side is the Plaza of Mercy where they have fortified.

Norfo said politely: "Melee combat is great, but our enemies are demons, so keep your guns in your hands. By the way, do you know how to overload?"

The young black guard snickered: "...Although the technicians don't allow it, after all, overloading will cause the laser gun to break down quickly, but we all know how to make her active."

He patted the standard laser gun behind him.

"That's good." Norfo nodded and glanced up at the completely darkened Terra sky, according to the ancient Terra twenty-four-hour system. It's time for artificial light sources to disappear, too. From this moment on, they will really start to fight in the dark night. The non-commissioned officer who had fought so far spat out the chewing sugar substitute in his mouth, and then patted Litosis on the shoulder.

"Remember to save on ammo, overdrive can empty several magazines at once. Anyway, good luck - the bastards will be back soon," he concluded.

"I see, sir," replied the young Blackguard.

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The pharmacist closed the eyes of one of the fighting brothers in pain, and the lower half of his face was torn off. Almost inhuman form, extremely terrifying.

He spent a few minutes retrieving the brother's gene-seed, then took his bolter - his chainsword was left in a demon's belly, damaged.

"Company commander." He came to Lysander and briefly reported the situation. "We lost seventeen brothers, and I recovered fifteen of the gene seeds. Brothers Mavilos and Kolo couldn't find the bodies and cannot be recovered for the time being."

"Write it down first, and after the war is over, we will thoroughly search the battlefield..."

Lysander nodded, signaling that he understood. The Apothecary left soon after, and some wounded fighting brothers needed his treatment. Also, he needs to find those bastards who fight with wounds but hide their pain. It's a chore that the pharmacist can't help himself. Who made the ethos within the Fist of the Empire be like this.

All of them are like a stone.

The company commander of First Dalian narrowed his eyes. The ability his gene-seed brought him did not include 'night vision', but it was not completely dark yet. He can also see part of the distant scene. On the way from Lionsgate Star Harbor to the outer wall, a group of Ultramarines were coming towards them, and the discovery made him smile.

Having support is always a good thing, and fighting alongside the Ultramarines is a great thing. Lysander, while not fond of the decorations on their armor, would not deny their mastery of combat and careful strategy. The latter is especially important. In such a war, those who only know how to advance will definitely not be able to win.

The Ultramarines walked under the outer wall twenty minutes later, and Lysander met their company commander, Cato Sicarius. He has a great reputation, and even he has heard of it. After all, he was the one who was allowed to wear the imperial laurels. Few people within the Imperial Fists, which place great importance on honor, can enjoy such honor.

"Captain Lysander. I'm short on time."

After a brief self-introduction, Cato Sicarius said: "For now, the situation is not optimistic. We have taken control of the area near the palace, and Lionsgate will be garrisoned by us in the future. But the entire hive is There are too many demon portals inside, and now that Sister Silent is unable to join the battlefield, if a demon capable of using psionic spells appears, we will undoubtedly be hit extremely hard.”

"Sisters of Silence can't join the battlefield?"

"Yes, Captain Lysander." Sicarius nodded, holding his helmet in his arms, on which the imperial laurels rested. "Things are classified, please forgive me, I don't know why."

"nothing."

Lysander frowned: "Forget it, the untouchables would have shocked both the enemy and the enemy. It's a good thing if they don't come. Then, I will apply for the help of the think tank and the Inquisition."

"The think tank can, but..." Sicarius pondered for a while before spitting out the second half of the sentence. "I think you can be trusted, Captain Lysander. So, please forgive my overreach. The Inquisition cannot be trusted at this time."

"......I understand."

After thinking for a while, Lysander's eyes became dangerous: "Can you reveal more information?"

"I would love to, Captain Lysander, but I can't. I'm sure you can understand."

The voice of the second company commander of the Ultramarines is still calm, but it contains some information: "This kind of thing is not suitable for speaking, and it is not suitable for being recorded."

He was silent for a while, and even made a joke: "You don't want to bump into a Karidus assassin one day, do you?"

Lysander was almost amused by him—almost.

He just made a dull sound from his throat, like laughter, and like being punched: "It's better to make less jokes like this... Captain Sicarius. "