Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Amidst the flames and fog, Sicarius and the rest of the Loyalists stalked from their drop pods and joined the fray.

His power sword sizzled, sliced ​​the two cultists to pieces in one swoop, and charged at a Plague Warrior with a rusty bolter.

The opponent tried to fire at him, but was dodged.

Sicarius' swordsmanship is very good, and his combat awareness is top-notch among Ultramarines.

Relying on the blessing of the power armor, in just a few seconds, he faced the opponent's firepower and rushed over a distance of hundreds of meters. When he was approaching, he even bent over to avoid the opponent's tomahawk attack, and slashed at him with a backhand sword. The other's bloated belly

The whole process was crisp and neat, without the slightest sloppiness, and contained pure beauty of killing.

The Plague Warrior looked at the wound on his abdomen with a look of disbelief on his face. Before he recovered, Sicarius made another strike.

This sword chopped off its head, and it fell to the ground, its eyes widened.

Losing his head, the plague warrior's huge body fell directly, making a dull sound.

Fetid pus oozes, and maggots writhe in the wound.

Sicarius held the bolt gun in the other hand and pulled the trigger continuously, and the bomb with vengeful anger hit another traitor in the chest.

The outdated armor of the Plague Warrior burst open, releasing foul-smelling pus and maggot-laced flesh.

Its chainsaw sword with flesh and blood fell to the ground, the eyes on the hilt showed horror, and the weird mouth screamed silently. Without the host, the demons living on it would slowly die.

Sicarius and other fighters rushed to the artillery positions.

"For the Lord of Ultramar," Sicarius yelled, firing his bolter at the cannons and plague blasters.

"For the Lord of Ultramar."

"For the Emperor, for Guilliman."

The other fighters followed suit.

Their explosive shells exploded the artillery, and the powerful impact detonated the shells or energy modules in the barrel.

The explosion caused the shells and energy blocks placed aside to explode, forming a chain reaction that caused even more terrifying seas of fire and explosions.

Those plague blasters that were not torn apart by the hit were quickly engulfed in flames, screaming in pain.

Soon, the enemy's artillery positions were reduced to smoking ruins.

"The main goal is completed, now execute the secondary goal, clear them, let us attack from the enemy's rear, and support the adults." Sicarius sent a message.

There are not many plague warriors left behind, most of them are cultists who have been deceived by Chaos, and cowards who sold their souls to the enemy in order to live a few more days.

The cultists held all kinds of weapons and rushed towards the space warriors in groups. All of their faces were branded with chaos and twisted tattoos.

Sicarius showed no mercy, swiping his power sword and slaying those who dared stand against him.

Regardless of whether it was a mortal or a plague warrior, they were all beheaded and killed by him.

The servants of Chaos died, their frail bodies ripped to shreds by the assault bolters and power weapons of Sicarius and the other Space Marines.

Bewitched by the chaos, more cultists who are fearless of death poured in from all directions.

Replenishes so quickly.

Sicarius and the others showed no fear, and soon, the battlefield was covered in blood and blood, with scattered limbs and broken arms everywhere.

The azure power armor on his body was also completely covered by blood.

Cooperating with each other, the Loyalists advance steadily, forming a staggered web of fire that kills any enemy that tries to stand against them.

Soon, the bravest servants of Chaos were all killed in battle, only a few were still throwing themselves on the space warriors in despair, most of them knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

"Please, I just want to live."

A woman knelt on the blood-soaked ground, beseeching the Emperor's Angel before her.

"For Chaos, there is never forgiveness. It is better to die twice than to betray the Emperor. You made the wrong choice. Your flesh will be obliterated and your soul will be banished. Die, shameless betrayer."

Sicarius pulled the trigger, and the flames burst from the chamber in a flash.

The woman in front of her was turned into a pile of rotten meat under the huge impact of the bomb.

Any kindness shown to the traitors of Chaos is an insult to the dead loyalists.

The same fate followed for the other kneeling minions of Chaos, the Space Marines either firing assault bolters or attacking the traitors with their iron fists, power weapons.

Soon, where the traitor knelt down, there were only bright red blood and broken corpses left.

The artillery positions fell, and the Plague Warriors lost their anti-aircraft firepower.

Battleplanes suitable for the battlefield, such as Stormbird and Thunderhawk, were launched at this time, quickly piercing through the plague clouds, rushing to the surface to start a bombing attack, dropping space fighters.

Dreadnoughts, Heavy Tanks, Knight Titans, and Emperor Titans were also put into battle, and even more terrifying firepower poured out, and the Plague Warriors had no way to resist.

The battle situation was quickly reversed by the space fighters led by Guilliman, and the balance of victory was tilted to the human side.

On the other side, the plague fighters, cultists, and traitors who poured into the fortress are making the final kill.

Gurlo stood quietly in the ruins of the fortress like a fat sculpture.

Its armor was covered in fat plague flies, which buzzed when disturbed as it moved.

In front of it, hordes of corpses were piled up, covered with flies.

Its offhand is pouring some special plague liquid to summon the power of Nurgle.

Gurlo looked at the desperately screaming humans in the distance, and smiled, "It's just the last bit, the ritual of the warp is about to be completed, Guilliman will find that he can't do anything, this planet belongs to Nurgle's loving father , and so are the selfish souls."

"Protect the civilians and let them go west." Jie'an yelled, his guards armed with carbines and burst guns and shot at the enemy, killing the plague corpses.

Even if the defense line fell, Jie'an was ready to die, but he did not give up on himself and launch a suicide attack, but tried to protect the civilians as much as possible and tried to let them leave.

Hundreds of men and women in dilapidated, stained uniforms of the Imperial Guard centered around his position, doing everything they could to resist the enemy.

Their skin was pale as wax, and plague and war had left wounds and scars on their bodies.

Every man and woman knows that even if they don't die on the battlefield, they will die painfully from the after effects.

But they still have firm faces, even though they know their death is approaching, they still have no fear.

"Praise him."

During the battle, a voice containing pain and relief resounded on the chaotic battlefield.

A female soldier who was thrown down by the plague walking corpse uttered her last prayer, and she pulled the pin of the high-energy grenade with her hand.

The rumbling explosion instantly drowned out all the walking corpses and traitors within a radius of more than ten meters.

Countless flesh and blood splattered like a rain of blood.

"May you rest in peace, and may the emperor have mercy on your soul." Jie'an said silently in his heart, and the laser pistol in his hand continued to shoot at the plague corpses and cultists who were trying to rush over.

While fighting, he kept retreating backwards.

"Do not!"

"Run, Andy, as before, run like the wind."

A child's terrified cry mixed with the old man's painful voice reached Jie'an's ears.

Jie'an followed the sound and found that an old man was hugging the cultist's feet tightly, and beside him was a little boy whose head was broken and fell in a pool of blood.

A little girl staggered forward while crying.

Damn beast, the angry Jie'an turned his gun and shot the cultist, and at the same time ran over to pick up the little girl.

Jie'an didn't know why he did this. He knew very well that even if he saved the little girl, it would only make her suffer for a while longer.

boom!

The sound of the explosion sounded, and the bodies of the two soldiers next to Jie'an exploded directly.

Two Plague Marines appeared on the battlefield, their bolters reaping the lives of surviving soldiers.

As the emperor's angels in the past, their combat power is unquestionable, and ordinary people can only be slaughtered in front of them.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, behind the two plague warriors, a fearless mech infected with plague flesh and blood followed them out.

Jie'an watched the plague warrior and Flesh and Flesh fearless stepping towards his remaining soldiers, with a look of despair on his face.

It is absolutely impossible for his team to stop these terrible guys,

Plague Warrior: "Stupid servant of the Corpse Emperor, welcome the gift of a loving father."

what!

Before he finished speaking, the Plague Warrior unexpectedly saw a black shadow on the ground, which was still expanding rapidly.

Confused, it looked up, and its pupils dilated instantly.

A giant with a flaming golden sword fell from the sky and slashed at it.

Before he could react, the burning golden long sword split it from top to bottom.

"I have come." The giant let out a roar that could be clearly heard throughout the battlefield.

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