Amid the flames and fog, Sicarius and the other loyalists strode from the drop pod and joined the battle.
His power sword made a hissing sound, and with one swing of the sword, he cut the two cultists into pieces on the spot, and then rushed towards a plague warrior holding a rusty grenade launcher.
The other party tried to fire at him, but was dodged.
Sicarius is an excellent swordsman and his combat awareness is top-notch among the Extreme Warriors.
With the help of the power armor, he rushed over a distance of hundreds of meters in just a few seconds, despite the opponent's firepower. When he was close, he bent down to avoid the opponent's battle axe attack, and slashed at the opponent's bloated abdomen with a backhanded sword.
The whole process was neat and clean, without any drag, and contained the pure beauty of killing.
The Plague Warrior looked at the wound on his abdomen with a look of disbelief. Before he could come to his senses, Sicarius struck him with another sword.
The sword chopped off its head, which fell to the ground with its eyes wide open.
Having lost its head, the Plague Warrior's huge body fell down with a dull sound.
Foul-smelling pus oozed out and maggots twisted and struggled in the wound.
With his other hand, Sicarius held the grenade launcher and pulled the trigger continuously, and the bullets filled with vengeance hit the chest of another traitor.
The Plague Warrior's outdated armor burst apart, spurting out foul-smelling pus and flesh and blood mixed with maggots.
Its flesh-and-blood chainsaw sword fell to the ground, the eyes on the hilt revealed fear, and its strange mouth let out a silent scream. Without a host, the demon living on it would slowly die.
Sicarius and other warriors rushed to the artillery position.
"For the Lord of Ultramar," Sicarius shouted, firing his bolter at the artillery and plagueblasters.
"For the Lord of Ultramar."
"For the Emperor, for Guilliman."
The other warriors followed suit and raised their war cries.
Their explosive shells caused the artillery to explode, and the powerful impact detonated the shells or energy modules in the barrel.
The explosion also caused the shells and energy blocks placed nearby to explode, creating a chain reaction and causing even more terrifying fire and explosions.
Those Plague Blasters that were not torn apart by the hits were quickly engulfed in flames, screaming in pain.
Soon the enemy's artillery positions were reduced to smoking ruins.
"The primary objective has been accomplished. Now let's execute the secondary objective. Clear them out and let us launch an attack from the enemy's rear to support His Excellency." Sicarius sent a message.
There weren't many Plague Marines left, most of them were cultists deceived by Chaos, and cowards who sold their souls to the enemy in order to live a few more days.
The cultists, armed with a variety of weapons, rushed towards the Space Marines in groups, their faces all bearing the marks of Chaos and twisted tattoos.
Sicarius showed no mercy, and he wielded his power sword to kill any enemy who dared to stand against him.
Whether they were mortals or plague warriors, they were all killed by him cleanly and efficiently.
Chaos servants died one after another, their fragile bodies torn to pieces by the assault bolters and power weapons of Sicarius and the other Space Marines.
More cultists who were bewitched by chaos and fearless of death came from all directions.
It replenishes so quickly.
Sicarius and his men showed no fear at all. Soon, the battlefield became a pool of blood and flesh, with broken limbs and arms flying everywhere.
The azure power armor on his body was also completely covered with blood.
The loyalists coordinated with each other and advanced steadily, forming an interlaced fire network and killing all enemies who tried to resist them.
Soon, the bravest Chaos servants were all killed in battle. Only a few of them were still desperately rushing towards the Space Marines, while most of them knelt down and begged for forgiveness.
"Please, I just want to live."
A woman knelt on the blood-soaked ground, begging the Emperor's angel in front of her.
"There is no forgiveness for Chaos. Even dying twice is better than betraying the Emperor. You made the wrong choice. Your body will be obliterated and your soul will be exiled. Die, shameless traitor."
Sicarius pulled the trigger, and a flash of fire flashed past as the bullet burst out of the gun.
The woman in front of him turned into a pile of rotten meat under the huge impact of the bomb.
Any mercy shown to the Chaos Traitors would be a dishonor to the dead Loyalists.
The other kneeling Chaos servants suffered the same fate, and the Space Marines either fired their assault bolters or attacked these traitors with their iron fists and power weapons.
Soon, where the traitor knelt, only bright red blood and a broken body were left.
The artillery positions fell and the Plague Marines lost their anti-aircraft firepower.
Stormbirds, Thunderhawks and other battlefield-suitable fighters were also deployed at this time. They quickly broke through the plague cloud, rushed to the surface and began bombing attacks, deploying Space Marines.
Dreadnoughts, heavy tanks, Knight Titans, and Emperor Titans were also thrown into the battle, and even more terrifying firepower poured out, making it impossible for the Plague Warriors to resist.
The situation on the battlefield was quickly reversed by the Space Marines led by Guilliman, and the balance of victory tilted towards humanity.
On the other side, plague warriors and cultists poured into the fortress, and the traitors were carrying out the final killing.
Gurlo stood quietly in the ruins of the fortress like a fat sculpture.
Its armor was covered with fat plague flies, which were disturbed as it moved, making a buzzing sound.
In front of it, groups of corpses were piled up, covered with large numbers of flies.
Its lieutenants are pouring some special plague fluid to summon the power of Nurgle.
Gurlo looked at the desperate screaming humans in the distance and smiled. "It's just the last bit. The ritual in the Warp will be completed soon. Guilliman will find that he can do nothing. This planet belongs to Father Nurgle, and so do those selfish souls."
... ... ... ...
"Protect the civilians and let them go west." Jie'an shouted, and his guards shot at the enemy with carbines and blasters, killing the plague zombies.
Even if the defense line was breached, Jie'an was ready to die, but he did not give up and launch a suicide attack. Instead, he tried his best to protect civilians and tried to get them to leave.
Hundreds of men and women in tattered, stained Imperial Guard uniforms were centered around his position, doing their best to resist the enemy.
Their skin was as pale as wax, and plague and war had left wounds and scars on their bodies.
Every man and woman knew very well that even if they did not die on the battlefield, they would die painfully from the sequelae.
But their faces remained firm, and they were not afraid even though they knew their death was approaching.
"Praise her."
During the battle, a voice filled with pain and relief rang out on the chaotic battlefield.
A female soldier who was knocked down by a plague zombie uttered her final prayer, and her hand pulled the pin of a high-energy grenade.
The loud explosion instantly drowned out all the zombies and traitors within a radius of ten meters.
Countless pieces of blood and flesh splattered, as if it was raining blood.
"May you rest in peace. May the Emperor have mercy on your soul." Jie'an chanted silently in his heart, and continued to shoot at the plague corpses and cultists who tried to pounce on him with the laser pistol in his hand.
While fighting, they kept retreating.
"No!"
"Run, Andy, run like the old days, run like the wind."
A child's frightened cry mixed with an old man's painful voice reached Jie'an's ears.
Jie'an looked in the direction of the voice and saw an elderly man holding the cultist's feet tightly, and a little boy with a broken head lying in a pool of blood next to him.
A little girl was crying and stumbling forward.
Damn beast! The angry Jie An turned the gun around and shot the cultist, then ran over and picked 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, she would only suffer for a longer period of time.
boom!
The sound of an explosion was heard, 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 the surviving soldiers.
As the Emperor's former angels, their combat power is unquestionable, and ordinary people can only be slaughtered in front of them.
With heavy footsteps, behind the two plague warriors, a dreadnought mecha infected with plague flesh and blood followed them out.
Jie'an watched as Plague Marines and Flesh Dreadnoughts marched toward his remaining ranks of soldiers, despair on his face.
There is absolutely no way his team can stop these terrible guys.
Plague Warrior: "Foolish servant of the Corpse King, welcome the gift of the loving father..."
Hey!
Before he could finish his words, the Plague Warrior unexpectedly saw a dark shadow on the ground, which was rapidly expanding.
Confused, it looked up and the hole in the hole instantly enlarged.
A giant holding a burning golden sword fell from the sky and slashed at it.
Before it could react, the flaming golden sword split it from top to bottom.
"I'm here." The giant roared, and the entire battlefield could hear it clearly.