Stars for the good Warhammer

The riot in the Lower Nest area continues, as more and more PDF infantry regiments, as well as a small number of battle sisters of the Silver Shroud Sect, come to support through the industrial elevator.

The constant input of a large number of armed personnel into every street, and even every room, undoubtedly exacerbated the chaos on this battlefield.

On the other side, the battle taking place near the sacrificial site has also attracted the attention of the sculptor. At this time, he is admiring this performance with great interest, which in his opinion has no suspense.

Although he was surprised why these people appeared at such an important ritual venue, he was not worried that these people would cause too much harm.

After all, how could a team of only four people resist the attack of hundreds of blessed warriors?

The result at the scene seemed to be as he expected. At first, with the help of Loli, a psyker, Gerald still had enough power to deal with the attacks of the cultists. However, as more and more people Enemies armed with rifles appeared, and the battle began to become more difficult.

What's even worse is that with the continuous use of psychic energy, Loli felt as if her head was about to explode. The whispers in her ears were becoming clearer. She could hear a hoarse voice speaking at this moment. A name she had never heard kept repeating in her ears.

——Otto.

Loli didn't pay attention to the meaning of the name. She endured the huge pain caused by the psychic backlash and spoke in a difficult voice to the gunman beside her who was having a good ejaculation.

"Gerald, I can't hold it anymore. It's like something is biting me inside my body."

Hearing this and looking at the growing number of cultists in front of him, Gerald realized that the raid on the altar had obviously failed.

If he continued to stay here, all four of them would lose their lives in vain, so he first shouted at the big man beside him who was waving his shield.

"We have to go! This is not an option!"

However, who would have thought that the Ogryn people in front of them actually rejected this.

"Hey! We can't leave that shrimpy priest behind!"

Gerald was confused by the other party's words.

"Pastor Xiami? You mean Mardo?"

With confusion, after killing a cultist who tried to sneak attack with a rifle, he looked in the direction of Mardo, but the scene in front of him really shocked him.

"Fuck! Our pastor is crazy!"

Not far away, Mardo, holding a ripper, was seen entering the crowd alone, and started a fight with the Chaos Champion who was more than two meters tall and walked down from the altar.

Gerard really could not have imagined that the seemingly calm and rational young man would actually show such a crazy side when facing the enemies of the empire.

The rusty long knife collided with the bladed fist. Although the latter was tall, his movements showed agility that did not match his stature.

After just one round, the rapidly swinging claws left countless scars of varying depths on Mardo's body. It was obvious that the opponent seemed to enjoy this slow torture process.

However, in comparison, Mardo's attack seemed disorganized. He seemed to be just wielding the blade with intuition and courage. Every move revealed the most primitive wildness. This made Gerald couldn't help but think of what he had seen on the battlefield. Arrived, those berserkers from the World Eaters warband.

Looking at Mardo who was almost completely dyed red with his own blood, Gerald couldn't tell who was the heretic between the two.

It seems that the other party is determined to stop that sacrilegious ceremony here.

This unexpected change made the situation on the field become complicated for a while. If we withdraw from the battlefield now, it means that we must abandon Mardo who is too deep into the enemy's position, and the big man is obviously not willing to Accept this outcome.

If he is unwilling to leave, then it is impossible for him to force him to leave. As for the girl Luo Li, she has become a soft-legged shrimp at this time. Unexpectedly, this situation occurred in the first battle between the four of them. This actually made Gerald bared his teeth anxiously.

However, at this moment, an explosion sound suddenly came from a distance. The moment he heard the sound, Gerald saw a look of displeasure on the sculptor's face, and through the flashing From the light of the fire, the location of the explosion seemed to be at another altar.

If nothing else, someone else should have raided there.

Taking this opportunity, Maldo seized on a flaw in the Chaos Champion's movements. After possessing himself and dodging a swift punch, under Gerald's shocked eyes, he actually used the long sword in his hand to The knife cut into the giant's throat!

This situation obviously also shocked the cultists present. In the moment when they were stunned, maybe they were affected by Mardo, but the big man who had been suppressed finally lost his temper.

"I am thinking! I am very strong!"

I saw the furious Ogryn yelling, holding up a shield the size of a car with both hands, and then rushed straight into the cultists' team like a whirring windmill. In an instant, there was a burst of blood mist in the crowd, and now it was Gerald's turn to be shocked.

"Big man! Remember you are an Ogryn!"

While the scene was in chaos, Mardo took the opportunity to board the altar, and then swung his long knife and slashed at the sculptor on the stage. He believed that the man in front of him was the culprit of this disaster. , as long as he kills his cultists, the power will instantly fall apart!

But just when it seemed like success was coming.

The next second, the man raised a hand, and then a huge force instantly threw the leaping Mardo off the altar.

This sudden scene made the shocked Gerald wake up instantly.

"Hey! Are you okay, kid!"

While shouting, the veteran quickly came to Mardo's side. However, after seeing the other person's appearance clearly, he felt as if his heartbeat had stopped for half a beat.

All he saw was a wounded Mardo lying among the rubble of the ruins, with a discarded metal pipe piercing his lower abdomen.

"Submit, mortal!"

"This planet is destined to belong to the Prince of Joy."

"And I am his most proud work."

On the stage, the man who called himself the sculptor made a pleasant sound and looked down at the four people under the stage with contempt.

At this moment, Loli, as a psychic, could feel that there was some extremely terrifying existence staying in that man's body.

His body has been taken over, emitting an unusual aura.

This is simply not an enemy they can defeat.

At this moment, Gerald, who was standing next to Mardo, heard a faint sound coming from the mouth of the young man who was already on his deathbed.

He leaned as close as possible, trying to write down the poor man's last words, just like he did to his former comrades.

However, what makes Gerald feel strange is that the other party seems to be calling a name with his last strength.

Not the emperor;

The governor's name?

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