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"Notify the Astral Army and let them mobilize a mechanized infantry force of 3,000 people to guard the exit of this hive. I allow them to use some self-propelled artillery, but be careful not to cause excessive damage to the ground. Buried underneath is connected to the outer wall of the palace. The energy delivery pipelines on the top are intricate. At this juncture, it is impossible for us to send technicians to repair."

"As ordered, Your Highness."

"When will the Taranis and the Mechanicus' escort troops arrive?"

"Your Highness, they have arrived and are waiting for your order."

"What? Why didn't anyone notify me?!"

The military officer was wiping the blood from his head, and one eye was still being treated urgently by a physician.

He had to tilt his head and talk to Guilliman: "The headquarters of the Ministry of Military Affairs has been attacked, Your Highness. We have just recovered to receive their news that the Taranis family brought fifteen knight mechas and thirty thousand people. escort. Where do you want them to go?"

Guilliman stood up immediately, and he picked up the servo skull that served as a communicator.

The military officer had to watch him disappear from the screen. Only his voice can be heard: "Let me see... the vicinity of Lionsgate Star Harbor has been completely emptied, send three war mechas and 5,000 guardsmen to guard here, and let them watch over there. The warp portal must not let Lionsgate Star Harbor fall again. Our warriors have just taken her back not long ago."

"Understood, Your Highness." The officer immediately turned his head and broke free from the doctor's hands, and shouted to the side: "What are you still doing sitting there?! Go and issue the order of the Regent!"

"What about the battle nuns? There's a call for support from the third hive, full of bloodhounds, just right for them to burn something."

"My lord, the nuns lost contact with us. Their headquarters communication was cut off five hours ago. According to the intelligence of the scouts, they were attacked by a whole demon army."

Guilliman clenched his fists with a 'pop'. It was really a leak in the house when it rained overnight. The troops were already stretched thin, and now it is even worse. There is no doubt about the fighting power of the fighting nuns, but the opponent is a whole demon army.

In desperation, he had to say: "Send out the 'Firebee' Titan Legion... Let them send a war-level Titan to support the nuns."

"As ordered, Your Highness."

Robert Guilliman has to admit that he hates this kind of tug-of-war. Those powerful weapons that can really change the situation on the battlefield cannot be used at all. It is located in the holy Terra, but the demons are constantly pouring out. Guilliman did his best to turn the war into a bloody tug-of-war, pouring troops and manpower into it all the time.

However, he couldn't show it at all. In the face of the Empire, he must be efficient and ruthless at all times - if the generals are all pessimistic about the future direction of the war, then this battle does not need to be fought.

"Report me the latest situation at all times, understand? We must keep the communication channel between us unblocked by any means, and I must always receive the latest information on the battlefield!"

"As ordered, Your Highness."

Guilliman reached out and pulled the servo skull a little further. Then he sighed very quietly.

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Litosis was racing along the line, and three days later, he was still in the tug-of-war on the Bridge of the Martyrs with the deadly things. Their offensive is getting stronger and stronger, and their positions are retreating again and again.

Fortunately, the support force came very quickly, and they could bear it.

A day and a half ago, there was a violent scream in the nest, just listening to it made people chill. They only later learned from the pilot of a supporting Paladin that a Slaanesh had appeared there. But it was killed early, and no one knows who did it.

"Physician! Physician!" he shouted loudly as he ran to the book. "The front of the field needs a doctor! Hurry up!"

A man reached out and stopped him, and Litossis turned around to find that it was the doctor who had examined him before. The bolter was still in his waist. He hurriedly ran to Litosis with blood on his hands: "What happened?"

"It was Chief Norfolk, who had one of his legs chopped off by a bloodletter who rushed in. Lord Cybulus brought him back."

"Why didn't you come earlier?! And you should have brought him here!"

"We can't do anything! Mr. Norford is reluctant to go to the rear. He has passed out now. We gave him an injection, and he should be able to survive."

The doctor turned around silently, took out a suitcase from the tent with medical supplies piled up on the side, and threw it to Litosis: "There are three emergency hemostatic gels in it, bring them to him. I will soon Come on, there are two wounded here."

So Litosis flew back. Three days passed, and only 123 of the 350 Lucifer Black Guards died, including him, and the Terra Guards were even more exaggerated. . They originally had 3,000 people stationed here, but now there are only 700 people left.

At the front of the position, behind the rough-hewn portable fortifications, Norfo was half-lying against the wall. Norfolk's legs were covered with used bandages, and the blood stained the ground. Several refugees sat beside him, carefully wiping the dirt off his face.

They volunteered to help out on the front lines, and although they had no authority to use weapons, they were instrumental in erecting fortifications and transporting the wounded.

"The doctor will be here soon!"

Before there was too much time to explain, Litossis squatted down, sweating profusely. He rudely ripped open the suitcase, and soon found the hemostatic gel, and he reached out tremblingly to remove the bandage, but couldn't calm down at all. A dark hand stretched out from the side and pulled the bandage for him.

The hemostatic gel spewed out, and the bleeding stopped after a few minutes. Litossis breathed a sigh of relief, and a refugee handed him a glass of filtered water: "Sir, you should drink some water."

"Drink yourselves, I'm not thirsty."

Waving his hand to decline his kindness, the young black guard stood up again. The giant who called himself Cybulus stood not far from them. He was still topless, with blood all over it, like a layer of bright red armor. He walked over to Cybrus, lowered his head, and said respectfully, "Sir, you should rest and rest, we are here to watch."

"I'm looking farther than you." Cebrus didn't explicitly refuse, but took a roundabout way. "And, I'm not tired. Killing them is a consolation for me."

"Okay, my lord. In addition, a group of Ultramarine monks passed by not long ago, and they asked about your identity."

"Oh?" Cebrus lowered his head and looked at the young black guard. "I hope you're telling the truth, and remember, don't lie to them for my sake. It's not worth it."

"We don't even know who you are, my lord, how can this be a lie? The Ultramarines don't care so much, they went to the fifth nest, saying that a group of blasphemers appeared there, I I don't even know what that is..."

Cybulus seemed to understand it very well, and even explained it for him: "It is a kind of demon engine. It was transformed from a traitor of Chaos. It is a multi-legged mech, which is very difficult to deal with. The cannon on the chest is large in caliber. Ruin our position."

"This kind of thing..."

He shook his head and said nothing. But Litossis was already able to imagine what they were terrifyingly like. Heiwei swallowed, only to realize that he was terribly thirsty. He began to regret that he didn't take a sip from the glass of water.

They stood shoulder to shoulder (Litosis was actually only as far as Cybulus' waist), gazing together at the dark deck of the Bridge of the Martyrs. They put dynamite underneath, and if the worst happened, it would blow up the deck in no time. Let the chops fall with them.

After a while, Cybrus frowned suddenly: "Something is coming."

His voice reverberated above the position, and immediately there was the sound of a laser gun being loaded. During the three-day battle, the mysterious giant used his actions to win everyone's respect, and everyone was willing to listen to his orders. Whether it is a newcomer or someone like Litosis who has been fighting here for a long time.

"Don't worry," said Cybrus calmly. "Not quite like an enemy, let me take another look."

The soldiers held their breath as they motioned for the refugees who wanted to stay and fight alongside them to go back to the rear of their positions. It didn't take long for a battle nun to emerge from it. She looked like a duellist, a nun who specialized in melee combat with dual swords as weapons.

She had white hair and horrific scars on her face, dripping blood. His steps were also limping, his expression was dazed, and he seemed to have lost his sanity.

However, she issued a warning sound at the first sight of them: "Support! Hive!"

After spitting out two short words, she fainted. Litossis looked up at Cybulus, and after getting the latter's slight jaw, he climbed over the fortifications. Soldiers held laser guns, guarding against any possible attack, and praying for him. Fortunately, the Emperor still protected him in the end.

Litosis brought her back safe and sound, and just at this moment, the doctor also arrived. The black guard put the nun on the ground and smiled at the doctor: "It looks like you have more than one patient."

The doctor took off his full-coverage mask, revealing a young and beautiful face. She is actually a woman! Sweat wet her hair, and her whole face was wet.

Litosis widened his eyes in surprise, but before he could say anything, the doctor pulled him over: "Come and help me!"