Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 221:28, Saving the Space Wolves

Mortarion and Lorgar were defeated and fled, but this did not disappoint Dukel. The two demon primarchs were well prepared and would not be stupid enough to die here easily.

Humanity's counterattack has just begun, and the betrayers will eventually have no way to escape.

In the atmosphere of the planet Alert, as the gunboat Doom was riding leaped into the void, he heard the voice of Duker himself inside the Empire's communication system.

The Imperial Warmaster defeated the two Demon Primarchs alone. Such news spread to all legions in an instant. All loyal soldiers were cheering for it. The horrible roars of the demons on the surface of the Vigilant Star now became the mournful cry that these blasphemous creatures would eventually be destroyed.

The human side accelerated the evacuation of the citizens of the Empire. They won the victory, but they could not stop Chaos from turning this place into a real hell. Even though they were moving forward in the poisonous fog and swamps, at this moment the hearts of all the warriors were still full of hope.

This victory allowed everyone to vaguely see the bright future of the empire. One day they will defeat all traitors and demons.

"We have to speed up our actions as well." In the basement of the hive city of Vigilant Star, Shivara smiled and said after hearing the voice of the Primarch on the communication channel.

"Sisters, our master is urging us, we can't let him wait too long."

A shock wave shook the passage where the nuns were, and dust and debris fell from great heights.

At the same time, blasphemous words echoed in the passage, and dense crowds of pagans poured out from the darkness, chasing the nuns' footsteps.

"Don't pay any attention to these scum who are resisting stubbornly. Their fate has already belonged to the Lord of Destruction." Shivara's voice rose in the team channel, and then she threw a grenade to the back.

The explosion of the grenade caused most of the passage to collapse, enough to delay the cultists for a long time.

"Keep going," Shivara continued.

Their main purpose in coming here was not to eliminate heretics.

In the previous melee on the Alert Star, the underground of the hive city was like a gaping abyss; any troop that entered it would quickly lose contact.

All the Midnight Haunters sent by Abaddon were killed here, and no news was heard from them.

Not only did the Demon Legion suffer losses, but a squad of Imperial Space Wolves also lost contact with the outside world after entering here.

Such anomalies were the reason why the Sisters of the Heart, who were the Primarch's personal guards, came here to investigate and carry out the rescue mission at the critical moment.

Shivara and her team of nuns moved forward quickly. Each of them wore gold, black and red armor, the same color as the Imperial Warmaster, representing their ability and glory.

In this low tunnel, even the nuns, who were much smaller than the Space Marines, had to bend down slightly to move forward.

Their armor and cloaks were covered in dust and dirt, but the gold paint remained bright.

Their steps were vigorous. Sister Shivara walked at the front of the team, confidently dealing with various emergencies.

Since the ventilation ducts under the hive city had long been destroyed in the war, there was no fresh air flowing in. The smoke produced by the explosion floated quietly, making everything behind them blurry.

A large amount of dust was floating in the air, and under the illumination of the nuns' grenade launchers, it looked like countless tiny flying insects.

The narrow tunnels are winding and complex, and together they form a huge maze deep underground.

Since entering the tunnel, they have walked more than ten kilometers, and at the end of almost every deep darkness, they would fight with aliens or heretics.

It is hard to imagine how many enemies of the empire are hiding underground in the Sentinel Star Hive. Even though the nuns are swift and efficient in killing, it seems that they will never be able to completely eliminate them.

"alert!"

Suddenly, the nun at the end of the team raised an alarm.

The nuns turned around in unison, raised their weapons, and aimed at the monster behind them that leapt out of the dust at an astonishing speed.

It was a group of Genestealers, ugly monsters that leaped forward like hounds, their sharp claws cutting through the air, eager to separate the flesh and bones of their prey.

The heretics of the Pauper Prince sect followed behind the horde of monsters, brandishing their weapons with malicious intent.

These heretics have been completely infested with Genestealers.

Some people have mutated to such an extent that the part of them that once belonged to human is no longer recognizable.

The narrow range of movement in the tunnel forced the nuns to adopt a multi-layer array.

The nuns in the front row had to kneel on one knee to make room for the nuns in the back row to shoot.

The red sacred flame spewed out from the flamethrower, and the sharp sound of the grenade launcher filled the entire cave.

The flames and bullets killed the attacking alien monsters, and at the same time, whirlpools of rubble were created on the ground and walls of the tunnel.

The ugly corpses of the aliens kept piling up, but they kept coming in one after another.

The Genestealers used their sharp claws to cut into the bodies of their kin, eager to get close to their locked prey.

The nuns did not flinch, and the flames they unleashed spread across the monster's gleaming shells, causing the burning enemies to scream in pain in the darkness.

A huge monster broke through the defense line, grabbed one of Shivara's legs with its huge claws, and tried to drag her across the ground.

The power of the Genestealers should not be underestimated, and the claws they grow are powerful enough to cut through the heavy armor of the Astral Warriors.

Shivara raised his other foot and slammed his boot into the monster's round, bald head.

This kick caused the alien's brain to splatter, but it still refused to let go of its claws, opening its mouth wide to reveal rows of black, wet teeth.

"Be careful above, Sister Shivara!" a nun shouted, and as she spoke, she used the angry flames of her flamethrower to light smoke on the monster in the dark.

The Genestealer, enveloped in flames, let go of Shivara's claws with a scream of pain.

Shivara quickly adjusted her position, raised her bolter and joined the sisters' volley.

The burning monster rolled and struggled under the fierce fire, and finally fell to the ground and died. Its charred body became another corpse piled on the ground.

"Give me another grenade!" Shivara said to the sisters behind her.

Soon, a fragmentation grenade was handed to her.

The nuns protected their faces to avoid the impact of the explosion.

"Boom!" The kinetic energy generated by the explosion caused the entire passage to shake violently.

When the shock and the smoke gradually dissipated, the nuns saw the badly injured cultists trying to crawl out of the rubble.

This heretic's body was riddled with holes from shrapnel, but he still stubbornly struggled to survive.

The nuns would have no sympathy for them. They killed the enemies one by one and quickly advanced deeper into the tunnel.

After a long battle, the team stopped in a spacious room for a short rest.

In this complex underground, there are many such rooms, which provide them with temporary relief from the narrow tunnels.

"I guess this tunnel will soon reach the end." Shivara took out the strategic map and analyzed it to the sisters, "We have killed more than 10,000 of them."

"Grand Sister, I suggest that we clear all the aliens along the way." A nun suggested, "There are too many of them. If we don't reduce their numbers in time, they may become a dangerous disaster before the destruction comes."

"Sound advice. This is exactly what we do." Shivara nodded. "Our duty will never end unless all aliens in the galaxy are destroyed."

"But there are too many of them. I'm afraid our retreat will be delayed." Another sister was a little worried. "They are spreading everywhere like an infection."

"Then let's disinfect this place before we leave." Shivara responded firmly. At this moment, her cunning temperament disappeared, revealing the holiness and solemnity that a nun should have.
"Come on, sisters, let's keep moving forward."

Shivara led the nuns to the next tunnel.

The complex routes underground in the hive are hundreds of times more complicated than those of an ant's nest.

In order to prevent the nuns from getting lost, whenever they came to an intersection in the vast underground network, Shivara would have the nuns leave a cross symbol shaped like a double-headed eagle on the stone and mark the direction they came from.

As they moved through the complex passage, the more marks they encountered, the clearer their grasp of the route became, until finally, they finally drew a map of the entire tunnel.

Several hours had passed since their last battle with the Genestealers, and it seemed that those vicious aliens had gone into hiding while they were clearing them out.

The condition of the passage they are currently in is much better, and they no longer need to spend time clearing debris from the road.

They advanced at a rapid pace, and the morale of the nuns became high.

Shivara unconsciously quickened her pace. She was tired of the darkness here and hoped to return to her original master.

Once the threat here is eliminated, they can return to the Warmaster's side and rush to a more glorious battlefield.

Suddenly, Shivara stopped and raised her fist in the air. The nuns held their breath and formed a column behind her.

With their extraordinary hearing, they could vaguely hear some movement in the darkness, and a being was moving in the shadows ahead.
"Be alert." Shivara whispered.

The nuns raised their grenade launchers and moved the black muzzles in the direction of the noise.

Then, at the end of the tunnel in front of them, the figure of a huge monster appeared.

It was taller and larger than any genestealer they had seen before.

"Everything is dedicated to my Lord." The nun whispered a vow she had once made, drew the dagger she carried with her from her side, and her eyes were sharp, like a female leopard on the hunt.

The magnetic field of life is spinning rapidly, ready to strike at any time.

But to her surprise, the tall figure in the darkness suddenly moved quickly, but without the beast-like frenzy of the alien monster.

Then she heard the turning of the power armor's gears and the clacking of steel boots.

Under the gaze of the Sisters, a towering Primaris Space Wolves warrior emerged from the dark tunnel, his armor bearing many marks of battle.

"Put your guns down!" Shivara ordered the Space Wolves.

She did not let down her guard because of the other party's superficial identity - although rescuing the Space Wolves was one of the main purposes of their operation. But in such a severe environment, until she confirmed the other party's loyalty, she would be ready to kill the other party.

Shivara observed the opponent with sharp eyes, not giving the Wolf any chance to attack. From the bloodstains on the armor of this Space Marine, it can be seen that the opponent has stayed underground for a long time.

"Great Sister Shivara of the Spiritual Order of Ophelia VII." The nun was the first to give her name and where she came from.

Upon hearing this, the Space Marine slowly put down his weapon. He looked at the nuns warily, and then said,

"Sisters of the Heart? I didn't expect you to set foot in this filthy place. I can see you have been fighting here for a while."

After hearing what the wolf said, the nuns realized that their golden armor was also covered in blood and mud, almost as dirty as the wolf in front of them.

Before they noticed it, the nuns didn't feel anything, but when they were awakened, the girls couldn't help but frowned.

"It's been a while," Shivara replied.

"This is a filthy place. The noble girls around the Warmaster should not set foot here." Wild Wolf said with some grief and anger.

"I've lost all my brothers fighting those disgusting alien monsters."

After saying this, the rude wolf spat angrily on the ground.

"All?" Shivara didn't care about the wolf's rudeness. After all, every legion of the empire had its own personality.

She was so surprised by what happened to the wolf that she couldn't express it in words.

She thought that the alien threat underground on the planet of Vigilance was very serious, but she never thought that even the Primaris Astartes could die there.

Thinking of the hardships she and her sisters had gone through along the way, she was somewhat glad that it was these spiritual nuns who took on this mission. If it were any other mortal team, perhaps only a few would have been sacrificed by now.

"After the wolf pack entered here, it completely cut off contact with the headquarters. Investigating and rescuing your whereabouts is also one of the important purposes of the Warmaster sending us here." Shivara said.

"It is our honor, Sister." The wolf leader replied, "But I really hope to meet you earlier, when my brothers are still alive - I am not blaming you, I also know that the battlefield is ruthless, but it is too painful to watch my brothers die in front of me."

"My name is Bron Snowpetl." The Space Marine said solemnly.

Shivara nodded, accepting him.

"At present, the imperial troops are taking citizens to evacuate the alert planet. In principle, I should take you away from here quickly now."

At this point, Shivara showed a sly smile, "But you also understand that when we are on a mission outside, we don't have to abide by the principles in everything. Wild Wolf, perhaps we can work together to severely damage the aliens under the nest. The dead cannot be resurrected, but the living can avenge the dead."

"Are you willing to risk your life to help me get revenge?" The Space Wolf raised his voice, showing obvious gratitude, but then quickly fell.
"Forget it. If this delays subsequent actions, Warmaster Dukel will punish you."

"Punishment is another form of reward." Shivara's lips curled up into a smile that the Space Wolves could not understand.

Although he couldn't understand the smile, it didn't stop the wolf leader from seeing it as the nun's way of expressing her loyalty.

Suddenly, the two of them lowered their voices at the same time.

They focused deeper into the passage and heard a familiar crawling sound coming from the darkness.

"Here we go again," the wolf growled, with a sound similar to a canine grunt.

(End of this chapter)