Smoke rose up, ashes flew with flames, the earth was shaking, the sky was torn apart, giants stepped out of the war machines of steel and fire, and death glowed with a faint light, crossing the curved scythe of the god of death.
"For the Emperor! For the Wolf God!!!"
Abaddon shouted the glory of the Wolf Shepherd God and led the battle brothers of the First Company to the forefront of the war, where the crowd controlled by psychic power surged like a tidal wave.
But for these war machines, the trouble is never these weak mortals.
The blasphemous psychic light jumped among the crowd, as if an invisible giant hand was directing the crowd. The moment Abaddon approached the enemy, an unbearable pressure immediately pressed on his shoulders, almost making him kneel down.
What followed was an attack on his soul and mind. His vision suddenly blurred, his blood vessels twitched, and a feeling of powerlessness gradually crept up his body. The weapon in his hand was about to -
Found it.
Abaddon suddenly raised his hand, bullets whizzed through the crowd, heads exploded, blood splattered, and a hysterical scream sounded from Abaddon's soul, which caused a brief blank in front of Abaddon's eyes. After a buzzing sound, everything returned to calm, and the battlefield returned to his eyes.
Abaddon blinked hard and saw clearly the alien body in the distance that he had smashed. The tentacles drooped weakly from the human's neck, and the mucus hung to the ground.
These psychic aliens hid among the crowd and used psychic power to attack them.
Abaddon calmed his mind and continued to command his team to carry out the cleanup work. Psionic creatures have always been one of the types of enemies that the Legion hates to encounter the most, because no one except the think tank knows what kind of damage these unstable factors can cause to them.
But the warriors were not in a low mood, on the contrary, they were in quite high spirits, because in such a small battlefield, there were two demigods fighting side by side with them.
The heroic Wolf Shepherd God was with his brother, the God of Death, in the absolute crowding point in the very center of the battlefield. They were reaping lives with precision. Even though the two primarchs did not give any orders, everyone's attention seemed to be focused there, whether it was theirs or the enemy's.
The Primarchs were born demigods.
Horus glanced at Mortarion imperceptibly. The shouts of the aliens formed an unbearable resonance in his soul, but the wolf-god did not show it. Horus was still inspiring the warriors to fight bravely with his own actions.
Horus knew that his existence could provide his warriors with a strong faith support, and a strong faith was the best defense against psychic attacks.
But compared to the howling Moon Wolves, the Death Guard were exceptionally silent, just like Mortarion himself.
The Death Guards in dim armor seemed to blend into the background. They killed the enemies silently and resisted the front line silently. This made the Moon Wolves who fought alongside the Death Guard unable to feel any sense of "fighting together" at all.
The same was true for Mortarion. Surrounded by the Death Guard think tank, the Primarch held a sickle in one hand and a gun in the other, and moved forward steadily step by step. Every flash of the Death Lantern represented the death of an alien creature.
What surprised Horus was that Mortarion was not as tired and fragile as he looked. Mortarion looked too much like a seriously ill person, and he had some research in pharmacy, which led Horus to believe that Mortarion would be a support type or a latent Primarch.
But what he had never imagined was that Mortarion was actually a Primarch who was good at frontal combat, especially long-term combat.
Even though every breath of Mortarion sounded like a dying tuberculosis patient, the scythe of the Grim Reaper was steady and smooth, and his pace forward never stopped. Surrounded by the silent Death Guard, the battle line was moving at an unquestionable speed, and the enemy was inevitably heading towards disintegration.
If there were no Luna Wolves here, Horus thought, any intelligent enemy would probably feel fear from the bottom of their hearts when facing the Death Guard.
This is a silent army that does not respond to the enemy in any way. They just advance and crush the battle line silently.
But this is only now. On the battlefield without the Primarch, on the battlefield with more enemy psychic units, the Death Guard may not be able to hold on for too long.
After all, the opponent's attack was psychic, and Mortarion was too confident in his team.
Horus thought to himself as he began to plan his tactics if the raid on the rear of the city was not successful.
[Keep in line, move forward.]
He held a white gun in his hand and aimed at the tentacle heads in the enemy crowd from a distance. Those small tentacles directly covered the human heads and looked at the Death Guards with strange white eyes.
From time to time, bullets were shot towards Hades, and with a burst of fluorescent light, the void shield installed on the knight blocked them for him.
Because of the untouchable nature of the wandering spirits, Hades and the knights are currently at the rear of the battle line, with the guns and cannons on the wandering spirits firing at the same time, providing fire support for the Death Guards on the front line. After Hades and Nyx specifically cleared the psychic creatures remotely for the front-line soldiers, it became much easier and smoother for the Death Guards to deal with the crowd.
Since Hades and Nyx were both untouchables, killing those psychic creatures would not cause any substantial damage to them, so Hades and the Wandering Soul killed a large number of tentacle aliens in a short period of time.
The Death Guards also tacitly gave way to them so that Hades and his men could better kill the aliens.
The battle line advanced steadily, and soon, a strange light appeared at the edge of everyone's vision.
The flesh was twisting, and a small altar was built by tentacles and groaning human bodies. The waves of the warp were visible to the naked eye, and ominous light was rippling like waves.
A narrow door with only a crack stood on the altar. Small tentacles squeezed out of it and fell with a plop on the naked human lying under the narrow door. They squirmed and gnawed at the human's brain, while the human was obviously still alive and was moaning weakly.
[This is too. This is too?!]
[Emperor!!!]
Knicks' wails rang out from the channel. As he shared a sense with the Cavaliers, he was probably the one who saw it most clearly among all the people present, except Hades.
Kill them. Kill them!
[This is why we are here! Kill them!]
Ruibo's trembling angry voice came from the channel. The scene similar to her previous one aroused her pity and anger. The roar mixed with Knicks' wailing.
Hades ignored the two of them. He calmly observed the situation. The distance was about right.
He turned on the front-line communications, and it was obvious that the closer they got to the altar, the more difficult it was for the Death Guards at the front to move.
[All units, after a short advance, hold the front line in place and open a gap in the southwest to let the knights out.]
[receive.]
Blanca's voice rang out from the channel, and the veterans from the Seventh Company skillfully poured fire on the enemy once again, trying to clear obstacles for the knights' charge in a while.
[alright.]
Hades patted the large creature he was standing on.
[Prepare to charge, just rush to the edge of the altar. ]
In response to him, he heard the sudden roar of the mecha beneath his feet.
There is one more update, wait for me to code
(End of this chapter)