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"Landing in one minute, be ready."

There was murderous intent in Sicarius's words, but only those who knew him well could hear it. He is the captain of the second company, which is one of the designated combat companies and will bear most of the battles for the battle group. This

It is a proof of strength, and it is also a deep trust in them from the whole battle group. What's more, they came here under Guilliman's order.

This is a mission assigned by the original body himself!

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

With a balanced pressure, the transport plane landed smoothly on the tarmac of Lions Gate Port. Before the damper was opened, the door of the transport plane was forcefully opened by Sicarius manually. This was a rude act.

The forging brothers of the Sixth Company would complain to Guilliman for a long time with various reports after the war, but he couldn't control that much now.

A group of mortals stood on the side of the tarmac, watching with admiration and solemnity the group of death angels who came out of the transport plane. They wore white armor and were well-equipped. Standing under a flag, several servo skulls stopped on them

around.

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

The Palatine Sentinels are one of the Astra Militarum legions that guard the palace together with Lucifer's Black Guard. Logically speaking, they should not appear in the Lion's Gate Starport.

"Dear Sir." The company commander of the Palatine Sentinel bowed and said with impeccable etiquette: "The adults of the Imperial Fists asked us to wait here for you."

"I have not received such an order." Sicarius's hand has already been placed on the power sword at his waist. "Furthermore, the Palatine sentries in my impression are not so rigid in etiquette. We swore an oath to defend

The civilians are wailing and crying all around, but you are indifferent, and you even have the time to bow to me?"

"Please allow me to explain it to you."

The company commander did not panic at all, and even had the intention to make a perfect eagle salute. Logically speaking, after Sicarius expressed his disgust with these etiquettes, he should stop doing this.

This is a provocation.

Sicarius pulled out his storm blade, and the pure skull at the end of the power sword reflected the light: "I don't have to look at it anymore - what the hell are you?!"

He scolded and lowered his sword: "Evil!"

The company commander stopped in place, and something smiled strangely and stretched out its claws from the human chest, opening the company commander's chest in the blood, and tears of blood flowed from his eyes. Subspace

Under the gaze of the Second Company, the demon revealed its original form and emerged from the body of a human.

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

It raised one paw and easily withstood Sicarius' attack. The wet, uncomfortably colorful feathers on it trembled. The company commander whose chest was opened fell to the ground, his lips

Opening and closing, his face quickly turned gray. Sicarius saw the movements of his lips with his peripheral vision and understood the words.

"Kill it, please."

Without any orders, the six tactical teams quickly spread out and surrounded the great demon of Tzeentch. They all knew that this would be a hard battle - no great demon could be exiled easily, let alone the great demon of Tzeentch.

Demons, these damn creatures are born with all kinds of weird abilities, which can cause them great trouble in battle.

"Assault Team, activate your jetpacks, we are here. The Destroyer Team is going to clear out the surrounding demons and provide fire cover for the Assault Team. We don't have a Rhino personnel carrier this time, so your movement may be limited. You should consider it yourself."

Sicarius quickly issued the order, which was carried out without a word by the battle-brothers of the second company.

He himself stayed where he was, holding the Storm Blade tightly with both hands. He didn't know if his six tactical teams could banish this Tzeentch demon, but he had to do it - he must not let a big demon appear in

Behind the advancing brothers of the Imperial Fists!

"Your decision makes no sense, Astartes. Even if you pay a heavy price here to banish me."

The bird-headed demon stretched its body gracefully. The pressure caused by the nearly six-meter tall body when it stood completely upright was extremely obvious. It used its ferocious bird head to let out a long series of deep laughter: "Your

People will die one by one, and you will watch them fall in front of you - and the people you are sworn to protect."

Sicarius was not in the mood to argue with it. A tactical team had already circled to the right side of the apron, with the bolter in his hand ready to go. He made a gesture, and the team immediately opened fire. The devil smiled sinisterly.

He raised his right hand and the psychic shield blocked all bullets.

Sicarius and a tactical team had already rushed in front of it, slashing at it with chain swords and power swords, while the veteran attacker used power fists to gather strength behind the crowd, and the other four teams were attacking it.

Looking for a suitable location to form an encirclement. However, the Tzeentch demons were obviously more cunning than their worst expectations.

Its body disappeared in a burst of flashes, leaving only the voice with a sinister smile: "The light will eventually dim. Look up at the sky, Cato Sicarius. He will eventually be captured by my lord."

....."

"Yeah?"

Two voices said at the same time, one of them was deep and thick, like a warrior. The other had a sense of emptiness: "Let Him come to me by himself, you are a lowly thing and you are not worthy of delivering a message."

"boom!"

Thousands of golden feathers of light fell from the sky, grazing the armor of Sicarius and his brothers and sticking to the ground, exactly. The golden light emerged, reflecting their blue armor into pure white. Sicarius

Si heard the panicked roar of the great demon of Tzeentch: "How is that possible?! You obviously can't have such a strong power!"

"Why do you self-righteous people always think that you can calculate everything?" The two voices were mixed together, smiling calmly. The golden light did not stop for a moment, the feathers of light continued to fall from the sky, and the demon of Tzeentch appeared.

Shape. This cunning thing was hiding around, as if waiting for an opportunity to make a sneak attack.

But it couldn't do it anymore - the light feathers fixed it on the ground, and those sacred golden light feathers burned its blasphemous skin and the uncomfortable bright feathers. Then, Cato Sikariu

Sicarius heard his own name: "Cato Sicarius."

"Kill it!"

Cato Sicarius held the Storm Blade, his eyes widened, and a golden beam of light fell from the sky, pouring into him. The monks of the second company looked at this scene solemnly, and they all realized something.

The first thing that came was pain, which was normal. Sicarius had been prepared for a long time - those who hurt others need to be prepared to be hurt first, but the pain was not that severe. On the contrary, it made him feel want to

The urge to shed tears. Somehow, 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 into pure gold. Seeing this, the Tzeentch demon screamed in unprecedented panic, frantically promising Sicarius everything it could promise.

Turning a deaf ear to its blasphemies, the Ultramarines Second Captain took a step forward, then another.

Step by step, it came to the front of the demon. It tried its best to raise its head and look at the approaching sword. The screams became louder and louder, making Sicarius' eardrums hurt.

He endured the pain and torture and came firmly in front of the monster. He heard the voice say: "Swing the sword!"

Cato Sicarius did as he was told.

At the end of the battle, he half-knelt on the ground, breathing hard. The soldiers present approached him cautiously, and some people stretched out their hands to help him, but Sicarius refused. He relied on his own strength to get up with difficulty.

The compassion in my heart never diminished - and then, the voice came again.

"Cato Sicarius," he said. "Go forward and fight. Slay all the enemies of mankind and honor him."

"As you command, sir." the second company commander said.

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"Issue an order to the Knights of Taranis to dispatch some people to the vicinity of Lions Gate Star Port. You must not miss it here! Damn it - why haven't the troops of the Ministry of Justice arrived at their location yet? They should have arrived fifteen minutes ago

That’s the lower level of the hive!”

"Let the Silent Sisters calm down. They will get a chance to fight, but not now. If they have any complaints, I will personally explain to them, 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 experiencing that battle, the leader of the Sisters of Silence said that he felt unprecedented

Her weakness seemed to be related to her exposure to the bodies of the four girls.

According to the speculations of the pharmacists, their blood may contain something that is fatal to the Sisters of Silence and can reduce their abilities. It will take time to detect the specific situation. Regardless of whether Guilliman is now

It is impossible to send nuns to the battlefield no matter what.

"Are you okay, ma'am?"

The Soulless Queen nodded, and the Punisher walked in from the door. The armor was still stained with blood. As soon as he entered, he said something that made Guilliman's blood pressure almost rise: "Let me join the battle."

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

"I want to join the fight."

"You'll get a chance-"

"I want to join the fight."

"Damn it, Frank! You can't take the form of the battlefield seriously. Everyone wants to fight, but everyone needs to stick to their posts! Now is not the time for you to fight! God knows if you will after I drop you into the ground.

The Rise of Killing refuses to accept our communications and orders. This has happened many times!"

Guilliman roared: "The real enemy has not yet appeared. The Astartes and the Astra Militarum can withstand the current situation. How can you be so stubborn?!"

Frank looked at him coldly: "I don't care about this. I just want to kill those things. Send me there, otherwise I will grab a transport plane and go myself. And -"

His expression changed slightly: "The inquisitor Bonavia who is cooperating with me is seriously injured. Let your people hang her alive. She is still useful."

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

convergence.

Sure enough, when Steve walked into the room, Frank fell silent. Steve Rogers first greeted the Soulless Queen, and then asked Guilliman: "How is the situation on the ground?"

"It's not good. Although the resistance can last for a long time, and with that person's help..." Guilliman's face softened a little. "But the situation is still not optimistic. There are too many demons.

, we still have to send some manpower to evacuate the refugees, damn it. Why did I promulgate that damn holy code at that time?!"

Speaking of this, he became excited again: "One battle group with one thousand people...?! What on earth was I thinking?! There are not enough manpower at all!"

Steve made a gesture with a weird look on his face, signaling Guilliman to calm down: "Stay calm, Guilliman. The situation is not so bad that you need to be so excited."

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

He lowered his head: "At that time, I had a quarrel with Donne over this matter, and even caused a tragedy... I thought I was right, but all this time, I have been

Make bad decisions."

"The Second Empire, Codex Astartes, arrogantly entered Fulgrim's trap... What have I done?! The Empire was not meant to be like this!" he said painfully.

"Is this the extent of the rumored Robert Guilliman?" Two voices sounded in his study. One of them was very familiar to Guilliman. It was the voice of Trajan, the current commander of the Imperial Guard. As for the other...

.... Steve and the others are quite familiar.

"What?!" Steve shouted in surprise, and Frank also changed his sitting posture slightly, sitting upright.

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

"He left and said he had some things to do. Like you said, he was very mysterious."

"Haha..." The two voices laughed together and said nothing more. Guilliman corrected his mind and originally wanted to say hello politely, but He Shenyan's next words almost made him almost

Didn't jump out of the chair.