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The bloodbath is not an exaggerated metaphor at this moment, but a fact.

The Bridge of the Martyrs.

The position has retreated to the point where it can no longer be retreated. There are only 317 people left in the Star Boundary Army. This is the report data obtained thirteen minutes ago. As for how many people there are now, Litosis does not want to think about it. All he knew was that now the wave of Khorne demons had to be repelled - and then they would be qualified to talk about the damn acid rain.

Fortunately, the doctors and the wounded were evacuated ahead of time... Litosis thought so. Otherwise, they'll have to face this terrible situation with our unsupported hapless gang.

The young black armor guard was covered in blood at this time. A laughing Khorne bloodletter strode from the front, with a few heads that had just been cut off on its body.

Those were Litossis' comrades--and he had no idea who they were. The sight made him grit his teeth and make his eyes red.

Damn demon...!

The blade of hell in the demon's hand was cut down with fierce wind pressure. If it weren't for the power sword in Litosis's hand, I am afraid that he would have been dead by now.

He raised the sword and made a deviating stance, instead of taking the attack of the Bloodletter, he cleverly deflected the blade by using the strength of the power sword itself. This prevented him from breaking the bones of his right hand by the power of the demon in a single face-to-face.

After completing that dangerous block that made his right hand numb, Litosis swiftly took a step forward, taking advantage of his shorter height to step into the blind spot of the Bloodletter. The abominable monster reacted almost immediately, its long forked tongue flashing through the air. It turned around abruptly, but it was too late.

"Die, devil!" The black armored guard roared like a madman, and the power sword cut off the bloodletter's knee. Then, he strode up, and the power sword cut deeply into the bloodletter's chest and abdomen at a cruel angle.

Done.

This thought flashed in Litosis' mind - his strength is not enough, the power sword is still sharp, but his strength is not enough! God damn it, his strength is not enough!

Litosis red-eyed, roaring filial piety in his heart, trying to squeeze more power out of his arm. He can't fall, can't die here. The black guard with the power sword has only seven people left, and only they can contend with the bloodletting demon in close combat for a while, so that they will not immediately jump into the crowd and start killing.

If he fell now... what would happen, Litosis didn't dare to think about it.

The bloodletter grinned weakly, his forked tongue licking his own blood. Then the Hellblade was raised, and Litossis could even smell the sulphur in its mouth: "Mortal... useless attempt."

"What right do you have to laugh at him?!"

The voice fell, and the sound of footsteps like thunder echoed on the narrow position. The voice was so loud and so terrifying that the Bloodletter even forgot to swing down the Hellblade. A golden figure was reflected in its profane and filthy child hole, and a third of a second later, its torn corpse flew into the sky.

"Dang--"

The power sword missed and fell to the ground. Both of Litosis's hands were so painful that they could no longer hold the sword. The insurance system that comes with the power sword takes effect immediately, and the disassembly position is cancelled. One hand grabbed its blade and picked it up.

The black armored guard raised his head blankly, and at this moment, a golden light stabbed straight down from the thick cloud layer and hit them.

Litosis could not see his face,

The light pierced his eyes deeply. But he just stared at the eyes that had already started to cry, and stood there in a daze. He heard a smiling voice: "Your sword, boy, clenched."

He carried out the order, and then a warm hand patted his shoulder.

The golden warrior turned around and roared again and began to charge. He charged like a Titan mech, and the sharp ramming angle on his right shoulder increased the power of the charge. A bloodletting demon was strung by him with the ramming horn, and then smashed into pieces.

It's like dreaming.

Litossis thought, meanwhile, there was a rustling in his headset. That is the unique sound when the communication channel is connected. At first, the Black Guards just thought it had a problem again - the communication system had been down for a long time, and they couldn't send any signals for support, and they couldn't receive any orders.

At first, the situation was particularly disturbing. But as time went by, they became stunned. No, no, we still have to fight. Behind us are people who are unarmed and unable to fight.

Litosis patted his right helmet, the rustling sound not only did not stop, but intensified. Until a sharp drip pierced his eardrums, interrupting Litosis's attempt to follow the warrior into the demonic pile. Unbearably, he took off his helmet and threw it aside.

However, the rustling voice still existed - after a few seconds, a calm and wise voice came into his ears: "This is Dinath Chain, the third company of the Lucifer Black Guards. Sir, I demand that any soldier who hears this broadcast immediately report your identity and location to me, and I will send support immediately."

Dinath Chain? !

Litosis's eyes widened, unable to believe what he heard. He is an extremely famous figure in the history of Lucifer Blackguard.

Dinas Tsien's swordsmanship can be said to be the pinnacle. He has established meritorious achievements in major battles more than once, and even has a record of single-handedly taking on the boss of the orcs. But he has a record that is only circulated among the Lucifer black guards, which has not been confirmed and is not allowed to be mentioned by anyone. But it was passed down from generation to generation, and inspired many Lucifer black guards.

As a mortal, he confronted a Primarch and wounded him with his swordsmanship.

No one can confirm this, and there is no solid evidence. But it is passed down, and every Lucifer Blackguard believes in it.

"I must be dreaming something..."

Litosis groaned and rubbed his cheeks, but Dinas Tsien's voice continued to come from his ears, with a kind of dissatisfaction: "Soldier, did you hear me? Why didn't you tell me? I report your identity and location?!"

Almost subconsciously, Litosis immediately put his feet together and performed a standard eagle salute. His body responded faster than his brain, and he apologized immediately before he could react: "I I'm sorry, sir! I'm Lucifer Blackguard 1st Company Squad Leader, Litoses Thorne. We're currently at the Bridge of the Martyrs..."

His voice was getting lower and lower, because Litosis had realized that he was probably insane. He shook his head with a wry smile, strode, the laser gun salvo from behind him grazed his shoulder. The black guard continued to move forward without looking back, he was going to support the warrior who came from nowhere - but, at this moment, the voice of Dinath Chain came from behind him.

"Not bad," he said behind him.

The firing of the laser gun ceased, and there was a burst of disbelief from the position.

Litosis turned his head to look, and a group of Lucifer black guards who walked out of history stood behind him. Their bodies were made of golden brilliance, and their faces were turning from illusory to solid, and their eyes seemed to be burning with flames that made people dare not look directly. Dinas Tsien was standing at the front of the line, and the face that was exactly the same as the portrait showed him a calm smile.

"Go get some rest, boy." He stepped forward gently and patted Litosis on the shoulder. The two Lucifer black guards behind him immediately placed Litosis on the ground, and another golden light flashed, and a group of medical nuns who came from nowhere lifted the stretcher and ran to the back of his position. .

It's not just him, every soldier who has been wounded or in poor shape in battle has received this treatment. They cried in surprise or uncontrollably, and their reactions varied. Litossis lay on the stretcher, a high-pitched, distorted whistle coming from his ears. He thought he must be crazy.

However, the medical nun slapped him on the face, bringing him back to reality: "Be awake! You are bleeding, alas, how can you soldiers never know how to take care of your body?"

Litosis looked at her blankly: Am I bleeding?

He raised his hand and touched his abdomen, and suddenly realized that there was a long and narrow wound there. As this fact was discovered by him, the pain also followed. He lay on the stretcher weakly as if his bones had been taken out of his body. The nun gently stroked his face, and the golden light made him feel Unprecedented warmth.

"It's all right, boy. We're back," she said with a smile.

Litossis closed his eyes, then raised his hand to his socket to slightly hide the fact that he was crying.

Emperor.

It turns out that you never gave up on us, and those heroic spirits are really with you...

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On the position, Dinas Chain watched the soldiers who had been fighting in blood for an unknown time go away. He shook his hand gently, looked down at his golden palm, and then slowly pulled out the saber at his waist.

In his day, the Black Guards were not using double-edged longswords, but sabers with only one side. It also has a decomposing position and is invincible. However, with the reconstruction of Lucifer Blackguard. The saber technique they used has also been lost for a long time, but now Zion is happy to let these blasphemous monsters experience a blade from ten thousand years ago.

"Lucifer Black Guard!" He roared and raised the single-edged saber in his hand, the slightly curved blade pointing towards the sky. Behind him, the black guards in units of a thousand people also made the same action. "attack!"