Warhammer Inquisitor

Chapter 335 The Rise of the Primarch: Perseverance

I have to say, many people will see a magnificent high-rise building, or a magnificent palace, and think about how it looks like when it collapses. It will definitely be very spectacular. Kind of. Strange is good, kind of cool.

Like cool guns, giant mechs and a magnificent cathedral that can fly?The roar of heavy tanks, the sound of explosions resounding through the ground, and the demigod warriors one or two stories high, maybe this is the romance of a man?You know, a different penchant for oversized stuff and a bunch of stuff that moves loud, like the oil guy.

Well, I probably know why the Emperor always likes this, it's so big and you can stack it as big as you want. This is "romantic" for titanium, isn't it?
But it's one thing to look at, but you probably don't feel that romantic when those big things hit you, which is the case with Captain Eisenstein now.

The golden-yellow power armor stood up from a large area of ​​rubble and gravel, and the company commander stood up slowly. Countless particles of dust and building debris rolled down from his shoulders and head. Stan looked ashamed, like some tired miner coming back from the mine.

In a sense, this is true. After all, the miners are going to smash some ores needed by the empire, and Astartes' job is to smash some things, but the things they smashed do not need to be rebuilt and recycled. Just smash it into pieces, then leave the body there and hand it over to the guards who sweep the battlefield to clean it up.

Ah, you know, use a flamethrower, a shredder or something to clean them up, and if they're bigger you need to call in a Mechanic, take a chainsaw and cut them into eight pieces and burn them in different parts , after all, decomposing the corpse of an orc boss or a big demon is no different from dismantling a tank.

Perhaps the biggest difference with the miners is that Eisenstein's "tool" was not a chisel, but a chainsaw sword. On the large gravel in front of him, then the whole person stepped on the stone and climbed out.

Eisenstein fell to the ground. He patted his dusty head, and a large piece of dust rolled down from his head. At the same time, the company commander turned his head and noticed Bell who was striding.

Bell, with the pharmacist's white shoulder armor and the double-helix orochi doctor's logo on his shoulders, ran over. He leaned up from a distance with a gun in one hand, "You are injured? Captain, I need to examine you."

"You always do this, caring about others first and completely ignoring your own injuries, Bell." Eisenstein raised his head slightly and pointed to the bolter bullet hole on Bell's shoulder, the black hole tearing bullet hole in the blue The shoulder of his armor left a hole that exploded inward and collapsed, and traces of dried blood remained on the edge of the hole.

Bell followed the commander's fingers and glanced at his shoulder. He moved his shoulder gently. The tearing pain caused Bell's expression to change subconsciously, but he quickly controlled it. His expression changed, and his expression became calm almost in an instant when no one noticed it, and it was impossible to see that he was injured.

But the brief change of expression was still captured by Eisenstein, he turned around and drew his chainsaw from the gravel, "We need you to live, brother, we and the Emperor are all, give you first Treat yourself."

"I have nothing to do with the company commander, it's just a small scratch, I need to scan your body immediately, you just had a fight with a world eater, I saw him knock you to the ground, not to mention that you were still killed The whole high-rise building is smashed down, and you are very likely to have a concussion, internal bleeding, etc.!"

"I'm fine, Bell, that's what I call a small scratch." Eisenstein said, and closed his fingers and pointed to the scar on his face. He walked over to Bell and patted his shoulder gently, and the A slight slap was enough to tear Bell's bullet wound apart.

Bell's expression immediately became distorted, but he quickly looked at Eisenstein beside him, and quickly suppressed the pain.

Eisenstein smiled and hung the chainsaw sword on his magnetic belt. The chainsaw was quickly fixed in that position by the built-in magnetic lock. When the company commander let go, there was no sword belt or hanging strap. The chainsaw sword he belted was firmly attached to his waist.

"Heal for you now. My examination can be discussed later. For now, I have other things to do." Eisenstein said, striding towards the fountain in the square. Go to the fountain in the ruins that was beaten in the fire.

The huge fountain was apparently a sight in the neighborhood, with layers of angel statues towering over it, and the little baby angels spread their wings, flying to and standing around the towering fountain jets, each An angel is holding a ceramic water bottle, and there are also water outlets in its mouth.

In the huge pool below the main body of the fountain, horses with the same tail as a mermaid are galloping in the water. Those fit horses run and jump around the pool. They have been carefully polished by skilled craftsmen, and almost every mane hair The tufts of sculpted head bristles dance with the movement.

Eisenstein had seen what the fountain looked like when it was activated, although he still didn't remember much of his childhood memories before joining the warband. It became blurred by the fierce battle, and he could hardly recognize what those memory fragments represented, their time, meaning, when and where.

But the fountain existed very clearly in his memory. Eisenstein didn't know why he was here and when he came here, but when he saw the magnificent fountain, his ears fell There will be cheers from the crowd, the beautiful colors of the ribbons and petals falling from the sky, and of course, the wonderful scene when the fountain starts.

But now, this place is completely different from the impression in my memory. The reason is very simple. The fountain almost completely collapsed and shattered. Only a few angel statues are left flying around the main body. The bullets that came flying were smashed into pieces.

Almost all the horses in the pool below it collapsed. The once impressive and exquisite head of the horse is now only partially exposed to the supporting steel below it, which is attached to the remains of the brain tissue that appeared after a headshot. Gravel is still visible.

Eisenstein walked to the almost completely destroyed fountain. Today, the towering fountain is like the city, only the ruins are still standing under the gray sky. It still stands, but it also stands. Lost its once glorious look.

Also standing with him are its guardians. The tenacious guards of the city still stand here. Eisenstein walked past the fountain. Guards.

The soldiers in the dark green uniforms of the Defense Forces and the black uniforms of the Zhongshi Academy were sweeping the battlefield. They dragged and piled up the corpses. The divisions were very clear. The corpses of the loyal soldiers of the empire were neatly arranged. It was placed on the open space beside the fountain and covered with a white cloth.

Those white cloths looked like they had ripped white curtains from people's homes in the surrounding residential area. After cutting and shredding, they turned into several white shrouds. Although this was not very decent, it was compared to the other side. The Chaos mutants can be described as one in the sky and one in the ground.

The corpses of those mutants were randomly piled together, and the inhuman corpses were thrown up by the guards who were carrying their hands and feet. Those who looked different, but they were definitely the proper Chaos mutants. The bodies were piled up into a hill.

Eisenstein watched as the last ram-headed mutant corpse was thrown away, the two guards who were responsible for discarding the corpse stood by and clapped their hands, as if trying to disperse the smell of the stinky mutant crumbs from themselves. similar.

But if they can disperse I don't know, but those stinking sheep, cows, or mutant corpses of god knows what creatures will soon be dispelled, and the other guard standing next to the two guards is carrying a large bucket He poured a large amount of fuel on the corpse from the gasoline barrel, then took out a lighter from his arms, lit it, and threw it on the corpse mountain.

Almost instantly, the pile of corpses burned, and the raging fire quickly spread upward from the mutant corpses at the end. Their manes became an excellent ignition source, and in the blink of an eye, the hill became like a fire at a bonfire party. as bright.

But Eisenstein can be sure that the surrounding soldiers did not have the slightest sense of joy after winning the battle, and they did not have the slightest smile on their faces. Stack up dumped sandbags and bulletproof shield walls, or sit on the surrounding rubble to check your weapons.

They didn't feel any lighthearted, the whole square was filled with a sense of chill, the oppressive atmosphere shrouded the entire fountain, and even the entire city, this place is no longer the prosperous nest before the war, this is the battlefield, and the tragic battle may break out at any time. Street fighting battlefield.

Eisenstein walked to the open space in front of the fountain, and Bell followed behind him with a gun. He stopped and stood behind the company commander and glanced at Dean Cullen, who was sitting on the automatic gun. He was sitting alone. There, his face was full of exhaustion, and his military uniform was already covered with dust and black blood. It had long since become something of two worlds from the military uniform that had completely met the dress code in the academy.

"Your students are fighters now, Commander, you all played well." Eisenstein said calmly as he looked at Cullen in front of him. There was no slag in his voice, and it was the purest kind of emotion. , that discourse without any other room for interpretation.

Cullen raised his dirty hair and looked at the fist of the Empire in front of him. He grabbed the laser gun that was in his hand. Cullen looked at the soldiers who were moving in the surrounding ruins. Cold words responded to Eisenstein.

"Please accept my gratitude, my lord, if it weren't for your timely appearance, we would all have died and our position would have been lost."

"No, you don't need to express your gratitude to me, you have been alone in Moscow Hive for more than a week without the assistance of any loyal Astartes who participated in the war on a large scale. You and your warriors, in the interstellar rebellion, The warriors and their minions have endured so long under the onslaught of the army, and still hold and control the main part of the city."

Eisenstein unabashedly put his iron fist on his chest and bowed his head to salute him, "You have done a miracle, in fact, when I made an estimate to Marshal Vito Constantine, I thought that you are the most If you hold on for three days, you will collapse, but you didn't, so please accept my apologies and high respect, Commander."

"My honor, my lord." Cullen said quite calmly. There was no pride in the words. He was too tired. The days of fighting here were like years. Every day, the soldiers under his command died in pieces, and the roster was completed in one day. It had to be edited and edited several times, until finally Cullen couldn't remember the name of his newly added warrior.

This is the case with everyone. Before the battle begins, they will introduce each other, chat and laugh together, but now, everyone can't say a word except during the battle, no one is introducing themselves, no one is laughing together. , and some are only gunshots and the silence before the gunshots sounded.

Bell glanced at Eisenstein in front of him, and the company commander looked up at Cullen, who was slightly depressed in front of him. "You are depressed, Commander, do you still believe that we will win?"

"I believe."

"Really? You don't need to lie to me. I'm not a political commissar, and I won't execute you."

"I really believe, my lord, in fact, do we have any choice but to believe in victory? Victory or death, that's all."

Cullen raised his head and looked at Eisenstein with his calm gray eyes. The commander looked into his eyes for a moment and then nodded slightly affirmatively, "Very well, my brother and I were looking for your commander-in-chief, I don't know if he is still alive, but we did not find him, so we came here by accident and participated in the battle."

"I believe that the commander-in-chief should still be alive. He is the emperor's golden armored guard. The imperial guard is not so easy to die."

"Do you know his location? Commander."

"No, my lord, I don't know. The last time I contacted the commander-in-chief was two days ago. Since the central defense headquarters of the Moscow hive was occupied by traitors, the communication in the hive has been intermittent."

Cullen said that he was still sitting on the automatic gun. Bell looked at the tired commander. The place where he was sitting was surrounded by the corpses that had dried up. They were stuck to the gun like some kind of strange plasticine. Cullen sat Between them, there seems to be no intention to move at all.

He didn't even jump down to salute or kneel because there were two Astartes in front of him, but Bell knew that he was not disrespectful, but simply too tired, so tired that he didn't want to think about those meaningless questions, If you angered the emperor and sued the angels to death, then let them execute yourself, just to get out of this hellish defensive duty.

But luckily or unfortunately, Eisenstein was not offended by this rude behavior. Instead, he would have denounced this lack of discipline and etiquette. After all, Dorn's sons are all one sinews, but they are not quite so, they will honor the mortals who fought with blood, and the mortals who have earned their respect with their blood, and the sons of Dorne will be treated as equals with them at this moment, if their brothers are like that.

"You did. I believe you can report to me on behalf of your commander-in-chief, so please start, commander, and tell me the defense of the hive."

"Our troops were scattered, and I reorganized a battalion with my own soldiers and the gathered skirmishers, although there are not many left now."

"But we are still continuing the street battle according to the order, delaying the advance of the Chaos traitors, my lord." Cullen said softly as he looked around at the soldiers around him, and Eisenstein also looked at them and nodded slightly.

Cullen shrugged slightly and sighed wearily, "The main orbital defense system has been destroyed, Chaos Astartes is very good at finding those firing positions, and they pulled out most of the orbital air defense positions with a quick decapitation strike. , especially the central fortress, although the defenders there resisted desperately, but in the end they did not stop the attack of the traitor Astartes, which may have a full company."

"And since then, the main defensive positions have been lost, and we have been dismantled by the commander-in-chief's orders, taking the civilians in the city that have not yet been evacuated to fight in the streets, relying on dispersion to force the traitors to spend more Time will clear us to delay their attack."

This is quite a tragic way of delaying, the scattered defense forces will be further scattered, most of them lack effective heavy weapons, and they are simply fighting the Chaos minions, but if their exchange of fire attracts traitors Astarte, all that awaits is the fate of death.

But it is also through this extremely tragic combat method that the defenders who swarm all over the entire hive like ants can fight guerrillas through the extremely complex streets and underground structures of the hive, and attack and delay traitors from everywhere. Their footsteps kept them busy suppressing and destroying guerrilla forces everywhere.

To put it directly, the current guards are using their lives to delay the pace of Chaos. The annihilation of each army is to delay the traitors even for a second, because the warp storm weakens, and the imperial reinforcements enter the solar system. The moment was delayed.

"Our attrition is very serious. Several regiments we fought together before have been wiped out. There are more than a dozen battalions in my battalion. Their troop formation has completely collapsed, and now they are all broken down into pieces. Afterwards, look for the troops that are still fighting and continue to resist."

"Their loyalty is respectable, Commander. These fighters could have chosen to flee or surrender, but they still chose to continue to fight with weapons and delay that time with their lives." Eisenstein said respectfully, as if As before, the respect was not discounted in the slightest, it was all the respect that an Astarte could express.

Cullen just shrugged slightly, as if he didn't have a big reaction to the respect. "Not all of them. We received a group of deserters before, who escaped from the central fortress. They panicked like crazy."

"Crazy? You mean they've been corrupted by Chaos?"

"I don't know, my lord, maybe it's just frightened and stupid. They're madly shouting that the war commander is coming, he's here or something, and we're all going to die Barabara or something."

Cullen said expressionlessly, while Eisenstein and Bell in front of him immediately noticed the word "Warmaster", and they frowned after looking at each other.

After a moment of contemplation, Eisenstein looked at Cullen, "Did they say anything else?" "Huh? Ah, just some words that shook the hearts of the army, persuading us to flee or something, and then they killed the regiment-level political commissar."

"They saw Abaddon? Here?" Bell whispered after approaching Eisenstein, as if to prevent Cullen, or anyone else, from hearing.

Eisenstein turned his head slightly and glanced at Bell, he nodded slightly after a moment of silence, "These guards don't know who Abaddon is, or what he looks like, and no one among those traitors dares to pretend to be a war commander, Abaddon. According to Loken's words, he wouldn't use a surrogate, which is not easy, he probably told the guards himself, and let them spread the news of his arrival to provocate the marshal."

"Although his "messenger" was killed by the political commissar before he had run far, he almost didn't get his news out."

"Two adults? What happened?" Cullen sat in front of the two Astartes and asked puzzled. Eisenstein and Bell looked at each other and nodded affirmatively. He looked back at Cullen in front of him. Nodding slightly.

"We will bring the news you told back to the palace, and I will report your courage to the marshal in person. Commander, what is your name? I am sure the marshal will want to know."

Eisenstein said quite seriously, while Cullen raised one of his arms and saluted a tired, not-so-standard military salute, "Stephen Cullen, Dean of Artillery Academy of Zhongshi Academy."

"Very good, it's my honor to meet you, Dean Cullen, I'm Captain Eisenstein Batalov. I hope you and I will meet again after the war." Eisenstein stretched out his big hand , that thick arm stretched out to Cullen, who was sitting on the automatic cannon, so that he was at the same height as Eisenstein, just like shaking hands with another Astarte brother.

"Me too, Captain Eisenstein. I swear we will continue to fight until the blood runs out." "I believe you will, Dean. May the Emperor bless and guide your path."

"May he guide you too, company commander, I'm sure you'll need it too." Cullen said, reaching out and holding Eisenstein's hand, although Astarte's shaking hands with mortals looked rather comical, the size of the Disproportionate, but that does not affect the atmosphere at the moment.

After shaking hands with Cullen, Eisenstein turned and walked to the edge of the square, where a Thunderhawk was parked steadily, and Bell followed with strides. That Thunder Eagle, the tired soldiers on both sides looked at them and watched them leave.

"Company commander, if Abaddon really shows up here, then we must." "Tell the marshal, yes, and as fast as you can."

Cullen sat on the automatic cannon and watched the Thunderhawk that was lifted into the sky. The golden Thunderhawk fighter jet rose from the ruins of the high-rise buildings in the hive with flames, and then with the vector nozzle turned, it shot out a stream of fire. Thunder Eagle flew to the corner of the city's ruins and disappeared from Cullen's field of vision.

He watched the disappearing Thunder Eagle and stood up with a sigh. He stood on the pedestal of the automatic cannon full of corpses and looked at another street beside the square, where a group of mutants and demons rushed out of the corner. Cultists, they roared and charged in droves, waving their weapons.

The back of Li Zhi stood under the gray light, and suddenly a golden light shot out of the clouds. The light beam shone on the Dean. That might be the last figure of Stephen Cullen, but he would not be afraid. .

"Prepare to fight!" In that light, Stephen Cullen raised his laser gun and yanked the bolt.

(End of this chapter)