Warhammer Inquisitor

The difficulty of this mission has never been destroying the reactor. In fact, that is only the first half of Vito's plan, and the real most difficult part is the second half. Simply put, it is how to escape.

Of course, you really think Vito is here to die generously? He's got a lot to do, and besides, he's not going to die for that old bastard's "great cause," at least not yet, so yeah, the most important part of his plan is how to get out.

Evacuate safely.

And now is the time to execute this part, and as Vito thought, it's very, very, very fucking high.

Vito rushed to the front of the team and fired while running. He had already thrown away the bolter and fired with the plasma cannon on his right arm. The flickering plasma hit the surrounding enemies. Those mortal traitors, The low-level demons were all shot by him, and the traitor Astartes were handed over to the loyalists.

Bell walking behind Vito's superb marksmanship is fully revealed. He aims and shoots with extremely fast, precise and incredible speed. Bell's subconscious seems to have a kind of instinct, a kind of instinctive judgment on the possible location of danger .

The bolt gun in the hands of the Ultramarine keeps firing, and every shot will undoubtedly hit the enemy's vitals, and the enemies fall to the ground one by one, and his bolts are also rapidly reduced with the death of the enemy.

But the real losers were the survivors of the assault force.

The Cadia Thirteenth Regiment and Mechanicus Skitarii had all died, leaving no one behind, and there were only twenty space warriors left in the entire Fire Howl Dalian, not even this number.

When they attacked, they suffered heavy losses, and when they retreated, their losses were equally heavy, or even more serious. The enemy seemed to want to vent their anger and surrounded them from all directions, using all means to attack them.

When they came out of the reactor, there were forty people, but now there are less than twenty people left. It has only been a little over an hour since they landed in Blackstone Fortress, but the entire commando team has only this number of people left .

The last wild wolves broke through with all their strength, and the Astartes advanced at a high speed. Ragnar and Lancelot's bodies were covered in blood, and their right shoulders belonged to the shoulder armor of their former battle group. Completely blackened with tainted blood.

Every single one of them, they were covered in blood, and most of them failed, and most of their weapons were as bad as their wielders.

Ragnar's chainaxe had been badly damaged from countless chops, its roaring chainsaw cuts were chipped and his armor and helm were much torn.

But the angry wild wolf killed a traitor again. He swung his tomahawk and killed the enemies blocking the way. They killed all the way from the core area, passing through corridors and halls full of corpses, and finally Finally, it was almost to the periphery.

They passed through the vast Hall of Banners, where once hung the glorious battle banners of the Empire, and now hung countless blasphemy, where the abominable worshipers of the Four Gods placed their twisted ornaments, as if to make any Boarders immediately noticed their "achievement"

The last remnants of the strike team slashed through the center of the hall, the bolters of the Wolves grinning and firing around, bolt after round killing enemies in the darkness behind the colonnade.

Slices of blood fell to the ground along with the mutilated corpses, and the bright gunfire continuously illuminated the ground of the hall, as well as the corpses left behind when they first entered here.

The corpses of the wolf soldiers and the traitors were mixed together, as were the remains of the Cadian soldiers and the cathars. A large number of demons and mortal traitors filled the hall, and they almost kept knocking off the corpses and moving forward. .

Bell's muzzle turned. Seriously, could it be said that people who can be doctors are just as fierce in killing people? Our Mr. Pharmacist is pulling the trigger almost every second, and with the finger's pulling the explosive bombs are also shot, knocking down the enemies one by one.

The muzzle of his gun rotates flexibly among the soldiers, obviously uninterrupted, it can even be called continuous shooting but it will not hit any of his own people. His explosive bombs seem to have wisdom and can circle around. It's like flying by yourself.

A traitor of the Black Legion strode out from behind the stone pillar. He fired with a melta gun with a flaming skull on it. A wolf soldier was shot and fell to the ground. He was shot in the head by Bell.

But after Bell blasted the ugly face of the traitor, he realized that all his ammunition and magazines had been completely emptied. Yes, Bell had completely emptied out the double explosive ammo he was carrying.

It wasn't him, everyone had run out of ammunition, Sven buckled the bolt pistol in his hand, Machine Soul fell silent and never responded.

Vito also ceased fire after killing a heretic. The plasma cannon on his right arm was completely silent. No matter how he activated the trigger, the plasma did not fire a single round.

But they've done the impossible, they've reached the dock, they've reached the extraction point.

But this does not mean that everything is over. Everyone turned their heads and saw the enemy appearing at the end of the hall, and a large number of traitors chased from the fortress appeared in the hall.

Astartes traitors, mortal traitors and demons mixed together and rushed up. They roared and fired a bomb, and the loyalists immediately hid at the gate of the dock to avoid the bomb fire.

A rocket flew out of it, and the missile accurately hit a Thunderhawk docked in the dock. The Thunderhawk, whose owner would never come back, exploded instantly, and the violent explosion spread to several surrounding planes. Thunderhawk.

More plasma and rockets flew out of the hall, mercilessly bombarding the Thunderhawk and Valkyrie in the dock, they were destroying the means of escape for the loyalists.

Sven let out a long sigh, then looked at Vito, he smiled and took off his helmet, "Looks like we should say goodbye, Inquisitor."

"Sven." "I know, but someone has to stay behind."

Sven Bloodhowl, the last wolf lord of Firehowling Dalian, said with a smile, he looked around at the last warriors who knew everything, "Our brothers are all buried here, I don't want them to abandon me to the Hall of Valor .”

"Wolf Lord." Ragnar seemed to want to say something but was interrupted by Sven's raised hand. He pressed the shoulder of the young wild wolf, "The whole father still has a mission for you, right?"

Ragnar wanted to say something but didn't say it, he nodded silently, the wolf lord laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "Go and complete your mission! Young wolf cub, complete the duty for us! "

"And I will fight for this opportunity for you." Sven said, throwing away the bolt gun, and spun the power ax a few times in his hand. He looked at the death watch and the two judges present. His loud laughter overwhelmed all the guns and shouts around him.

Swain looked at Bell with a smile, showing his wolf-like teeth, "Brother, give me the last explosive, I will use it."

Bell was silent for a moment, and the Ultramarine took off his backpack after a moment of hesitation, and he handed it to Sven, who nodded gratefully.

"Forgive me, everyone, the final tickets to the Hall of Valor have to be handed over to us!" Swain shouted and howled to the last fighters around, and all the fighters howled loudly.

Gorehowl rushed out suddenly, and the soldiers rushed out with him. They rushed up and collided with the traitors the moment they were about to reach the gate, and now their bombs and plasma were useless.

The battle started with the most tragic hand-to-hand combat. The wolf pack warriors fought selflessly, slashing and roaring with blood splashing and flying, and Sven's power ax kept swinging and cutting. They were like the legendary three hundred warriors of Sparta. They also blocked the door, blocking the door with their bodies and blood.

Vito and the others rushed towards the Blue Shark. After running a few steps, Ragnar looked at his brothers. He stood still and looked at the brothers who were fighting the bloody chaos.

"Let's go! Ragnar! Our mission is not over yet!" Lancelot pressed his shoulders and said, "The Emperor needs us! We can't just die like this!"

"I know I know." Ragnar said sadly, then turned his head. "Farewell, brothers."

They rushed to the deck, and Vito watched everyone enter the Thunderhawk from the edge of the deck. He turned his head to look at the entrance, looking at the place where there was a mountain of dead bodies and a sea of ​​blood.

The selfless battle of the wolf group soldiers crossed the critical point of bloodline, they turned into wolves, and the ancient gene-seed defects are now turned into a raging fire, the fire is burning, and once it burns, it will never go out.

The fangs and teeth and all the characteristics of werewolves were exposed. They smashed their weapons and fought with claws and fangs. They hacked and killed Chaos at very close range at the gate.

The soldiers climbed up the mountain of corpses and hacked and killed the enemies who climbed up on the mountain. Bombs shot from behind, and countless traitors climbed up the mountain of corpses and drowned them.

The warriors of the wolf regiment fought, chain saw axes and power axes constantly slashed at the enemies in front of them, and the last wild wolf fought selflessly in the name of the Primarch.

They disappeared in the scarlet wave, only Sven Gorehowl was still standing at the top, swinging his power ax and howling, slashing and killing enemies one by one, with blood splashing and splashing in front of him.

Bombing bombs hit him, the armor was pierced, and flesh spurted out from under it, but Sven still fought with obsession, slashing and killing enemies one by one with his battle ax mercilessly.

He killed a lot of people, a lot, but eventually his leg was pierced by a spear, the Chaos Spear pierced his thigh and he fell, and Gorehowl killed the spearman with an axe.

But the surrounding chaos traitors immediately saw the opportunity and rushed up. They pulled the body of the wolf lord and submerged him in the wave. Countless swords and spears pierced Sven. Bell's backpack, one hand on one of the explosive safety catches.

"All Father! Hear me roar!"

Sven Gorehowl rang the bomb, and all the bombs in the backpack turned into the emperor's wrath, and the explosion instantly engulfed Sven and the traitors around him.

Plasma and molten flames were intertwined, blue flames and scarlet flames swallowed and merged with each other, and the fire of destruction swept half the hall, all the traitors and corpses of Chaos were swallowed up, and the blasphemy hanging on the wall collapsed In the fire cloud.

The huge explosion engulfed half of the dock, and the Valkyries and Thunderhawks who were still on the deck had a chain explosion, and the explosions affected the entire deck one after another.

But what really roared was not the sound of the explosion, but the final roar of Sven Bloodhowl. That final sound passed through the veil of the subspace and passed through the other side of the sea of ​​souls.

On the golden throne, in the eye socket of the immortal skeleton burning with psychic flames forever, a tear flowed from the eye socket that had long since lost its eye.