The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 1833 Ascension Day Offensive (Part 2)

Immediately after the shelling ended, Cerberus flamethrowers and Chimeras, along with a handful of Leman Rus tanks, began to cross the infantry line.

Bright streams of heat rolled from the Cerberus' turrets, creating walls of fire across the undulating ground.

Many heretic defenders screamed and crawled out of the hidden ditch. They were covered in flames, and they kept rolling and beating, but it was of no avail. The Cadians just walked past them indifferently, and they would not even show their last mercy.

"The Cadians!"

Creed started his yell, but slipped on the soles of his feet and nearly slipped, but fortunately he stood still, and looked down to see whose skull it was.

After moving his foot away, he continued to cry.

"Come on!"

The bayonet-loaded lasguns were raised, and although the soldiers tried hard, their shouts became some kind of battle cry that was practically inaudible amidst the cannons.

Soon the wall was breached, and the defenders either died or fled.

Tanks smashed open the gate, and soldiers poured into the world behind the wall, a large area of ​​shacks and steel structure huts, obviously a slum.

The Hive City has cut off the power to the lower floor, and it is already dark here.

When Creed walked behind the wall, he heard the intensive crackling of laser guns. The white shields followed the veterans and fired around, lighting up the darkness. They charge.

Not long ago, the Eighth Regiment added a batch of white shields to bring their number back to the pre-war level. Creed likes these young people very much, because they can bring a lot of the latest news from their hometown, and they can also let veterans who have been fighting for a long time A little bit of teasing.

Although they are new recruits, their literacy is not low, and their skills and tactics are even comparable to the veterans of ordinary star realm legions, and they always maintain a strong desire to attack.

This is the Cadians, born soldiers, the tribe that Creed is most proud of.

The enemy has been routed, but not completely defeated.

"Empire dog get out!"

Creed vaguely heard a woman's voice in the distance, followed by a long, random burst of lasgun fire.

"For the bottom nest!"

There was a piercing bark of a stump gun, and she fell silent.

"Erlian and Sanlian cleaned up the remaining enemies in the surrounding buildings, and the others continued to advance. Our goal is not this slum."

The Cadian Eighth Regiment methodically widened the gap, pushing forward, and Creed climbed onto his Chimera command vehicle, and he could see the beams of the lights cut through the darkness as they moved, swinging frantically back and forth, illuminating A street of bombed-out buildings was strewn with rubble and shattered glass.

Suddenly, the light brushed a pool of fresh blood, and Creed followed the trail of blood until the light caught a pale hand stretched out.

A woman's hand.

The lights extended further, and a woman in plain brown shabby overalls was lying on the ground, with a blood hole in her abdomen, a crude laser gun still in her hand, and a pair of eyes staring wide open on her pale face.

She looked like a very ordinary housewife. Creed had always believed that there were only lunatics and cultists in this place, and there were no so-called civilians.

At this time, a group of soldiers escorted the captives, and Creed looked away from the corpse to look at those people.

It's hard to tell who they were originally from their appearance, but it doesn't matter anymore, they are alive now, and only alive.

Soon they will either become machine servants, or miners with a lifespan of only about a month in a remote mine.

Suddenly, there was a burst of scolding, followed by a burst of heart-piercing howls.

Creed patted the hatch to stop the armored vehicle, then turned to look at the place where the sound came from.

A scarred bald man in a black jacket was holding the dead woman and crying, and two Cadian soldiers were beating his head and back with gun butts, but even his head was bleeding , he still did not let go.

"what's the situation!"

Hearing Creed's voice, the soldier stopped and saluted.

"Report to the head of the regiment! Just now this prisoner came out privately! We wanted to shoot him immediately—"

Creed turned to the man with his back turned.

"Why are you crying? Who is she? Your sister? Or your wife?"

The man still just knelt on the ground and hugged the stiff corpse tightly, sobbing softly.

"Damn it! Dog heresy! The leader is asking you something!"

The soldier at the side saw that the other party was silent, and became furious and kicked the man's face directly, kicking out two **** teeth.

But the other party was still indifferent.

Creed sneered, put his hands on the turret of the armored vehicle, and said:

"It's pretty tough, do you regret it now? Turning your back on the light of the throne will only end up like this. You should have known that this day would come."

The man took a few breaths, raised his head slightly, and tremblingly said with his back to Creed:

"Regret, only regret not killing a few more imperial dogs!"

"You're looking for death!"

The soldier on the side aimed his gun directly at the man's head, but before pulling the trigger, Creed stopped him with a gesture.

"Now you're pretending to be a tough guy? Then why did you become a prisoner? Heh, heretics are cowards. It's useless for you to cover up, and your behavior also caused the death of your favorite person. You should regret your original behavior now." choose."

"choose!"

The man turned his head suddenly, revealing half of his face that was scorched, and the only remaining eye glared at Creed hatefully.

"Did the Empire give us a choice!? Where was the Empire when war left our homes in ruins! Do you know how many people starved to death in the famine that followed? When my father was taken and eaten, my Where was the empire when my mother had to be a prostitute to feed her two children? Did the empire give me a choice when the witch hunts of the empire accused my sister of being a witch and raped her to death? The red pirates came, at least to You gave us a morsel of survival, and the empire is not even willing to give us this morsel! It is you, how would you choose? In the end, you denounce us as heretics? If wanting to live is heresy, then the heresy of the empire should How many are there?"

After hearing this, Creed was unable to answer for a while.

Jalan Kyle next to him took a bite of the ration stick in his hand, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com pointed at the man and said vaguely:

"Why don't you just stay at home and starve to death, a traitor is a traitor, make so many excuses!"

The man let out a miserable laugh, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the muzzle of a soldier's laser gun and pointed it at his head. The soldier instinctively pulled the trigger under tension.

In the next second, the man fell to the ground, out of breath.

Creed stood blankly on the command vehicle. Since he was sensible, he had been taught to hate all heresies. Especially after learning about the destruction of his family and home, he hated heresies more than anyone else.

But at this moment, he suddenly had a thought—whether the empire itself is constantly using various tragedies to create heresy.

A chill rose from his spine, which made him shiver, and immediately threw away those distracting thoughts.

Thought begets heresy!

He kept telling himself in his heart that heretics are heretics, not worthy of sympathy or thinking, and he just needs to kill them.

But he also realized that it might not be so easy to attack the hive capital this time, and the residents inside might have already regarded the empire as a life and death enemy.

(end of this chapter)