Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 727 07.726: "In the Name of Holy Light (asking for monthly votes)"

Horatio was full of worries at the moment. He had lost contact with the Inquisitors and Tech-Priests deep underground for a long time, and he had not received any information from Melon.

I have no idea about the safety of Lati and Thei.

Are they still alive... Driven by this thought, he looked at the flesh and blood of each skinner, and in a trance, they all looked like Thei's flesh and blood.

He shook his head violently, forcibly interrupting this ridiculous idea.

How could Thei, who was so clever and smart, die here?

Besides, there were five mysterious but skilled and courageous Black Shield Guards beside her, and he did not see their corpses, so Thei must be safe.

As for Father Lati, well, thank God the Skinners don't treat her as one of their own. Who would covet her artificial skin that was reconstructed and reset through genetic engineering?

He used such mocking thoughts to relieve his deep worries.

"Be careful! They're up there!" The nun's shout brought Horatio, who was lost in thought and still fighting, back to reality.

He quickly raised his head and looked up along the wall that was like a huge curtain. He saw densely packed skinners climbing along the wall of the tomb, like a surging flesh-colored tide, ready to pour down on their heads.

These skinners took a different approach and attempted to swoop down from the sky and deliver a fatal blow to their prey while it was still freshly skinned and fleshed.

The cold and mottled claws in their hands flashed with a cold light, eager to pierce the soldiers' helmets and tear off their flesh.

However, it would take some time for the Skinner to completely climb over everyone's heads.

Horatio acted decisively and shouted, "Heavy Arms Team! Deploy heavy bolters and lumberjacks in front of the gate! Create a three-dimensional crossfire!"

At the same time, he stretched out his commanding hand and forcefully drew a clear deployment line in the air.

The Krieg heavy weapons team, carrying heavy weapons parts and ammunition, immediately rushed towards the designated location like an arrow.

They moved with great skill, quickly lowering the tripod and installing the receiver.

The assistant gunner skillfully screwed the barrel in, and the guard carrying the ammunition box quickly pulled out the ammunition belt and accurately inserted it into the gun receiver.

In front of the well-trained Krieg soldiers, this series of deployments was completed in just 30 seconds.

Click! (The sound of the bolt being pulled from the receiver)

Bang bang bang bang!

The heavy explosive arrows and heavy bullets intertwined into a terrifying metal storm, pouring down madly towards the ground, the sky, and the towering walls.

The fire support company equipped with more than ten heavy weapons used their guns to weave an impenetrable fire network and launched an all-round fierce attack on the Skinners.

They fired alternately, covering each other.

The Skinners who were climbing the wall were hit directly by such powerful firepower and suffered heavy losses. The large-caliber live bullets easily penetrated their mutated metal bodies and broke the connection structure of their limbs, causing them to lose balance and fall from the wall.

However, the number of skinners is too large, and some of them are particularly agile.

They did not just crawl upwards blindly, but jumped here and there while climbing, cleverly dodging incoming bullets, and their climbing speed was astonishingly fast.

Jingle Bell.

Horatio skillfully swung out the magazine of the revolver bolter, and six hot bolt shells ejected from it and landed at his feet, emitting steam.

The early warning passive of the Omen Fragment helped him to be aware of the danger coming from above.

A skinner had already climbed over his head through the vent, and was ready to pounce down like a mutated zombie ape in a horror movie in his previous life.

The position of the ceiling happens to be a blind spot for heavy weapons.

He quickly reloaded his ammunition and used his commanding hand to accurately mark the outline of the enemy above his head.

Seeing this, the battle sisters and soldiers raised their guns to their heads. Bang! Bang! Bang!
The muzzles of the thick bolt guns spewed out red flames, and the hot lasers intertwined, illuminating the dim top of the tomb.

Targets dropped from the sky either actively or passively, with some Flayers jumping down among their fallen companions.

Some of the more cunning ones crouched behind the fallen Flayers, using their companions' backs to shield themselves from incoming bullets and lasers.

Boom! Boom! Regardless of the final posture, the skinners fell to the ground one after another.

Their metal bodies, wrapped in broken flesh and blood, fell to the ground. Some struggled to get up, while others launched brutal attacks directly.

This desperate desire for flesh and blood reminded Horatio of a dead thing: a zombie.

As the enemy fell around them, the troops led by Horatio were drawn into close combat.

Whether it was an engineer shovel, a bayonet, or a chainsaw sword, the Kriegs and nuns expressed their loyalty to the Lord of Humanity on the throne with fearless actions, even if the price behind it was the loss of blood and life.

Horatio discovered that these crazy skinners didn't care about accidental injuries at all, and it could even be said that their companions were equivalent to competitors.

Therefore, they fought without any scruples, just wanting to fully unfold the scarlet blood dance and satisfy their hunger for organic flesh and blood.

This desperate attack put the Kriegs and nuns in a passive position - they could not ignore whether their comrades were affected, so they were forced to take a defensive stance.

As for the Skinners, their metal bodies never feel tired, and they only have the desire for flesh and blood in their hearts. Their mutated knife-shaped claws can be blocked 100 times, but just one success is enough to cause fatal damage.

brush!
The two Krieg soldiers were instantly split into three pieces, and their broken limbs flew out.

The blood and flesh spread all over the nun next to her. The moment she raised her hand to block the splattered blood and flesh, the cunning Flayer took a step forward and rushed forward among the blood and flesh.

puff!
The eyes of the attacked nun suddenly widened, and she nodded slightly. The blood-stained blade claw pierced into her abdomen and went through her from behind.

"Sisters!" Arabella swung the chainsword with all her might in one hand, and with the other hand she mobilized the power of faith, releasing dazzling holy light to the seemingly endless flayers around her.

Even these inorganic beings were afraid of the heat brought by the power of the Supreme Throne.

They dodged one after another, using their mottled blade claws to block out the dazzling light of the holy light.

But just like the knight's ion shield, the holy light can only suppress enemies in one direction.

In such a chaotic melee, even the Emperor's daughters could not remain immune.

When Sister Arabella used the Holy Light to repel the flayer who severely injured the sisters of the order, and cut off the attacker's claws with a chainsaw sword, she left the broken claws in the sister's abdominal cavity and did not pull them out, stopping the flow of blood and life.

She put her shoulder around her sister, trying to shield her from retreat and save her life.

The ruthless and cruel skinners would not miss such a great opportunity. They jumped up and tried to launch a sneak attack from behind Arabella.

"By the glory of the Lord of Mankind! Evil spirits and aliens, retreat!!"

Arabella, sulking at her sisters' near death, raised her glowing silver-armored arms high with her chainsword.

Bang!

The sound of a loud bell suddenly rang out, and the holy halo on her power backpack shone brightly. Except for the imperial soldiers present, all the skinners close to her were knocked to the ground by a powerful psychic force and fell into temporary blindness and confusion.

They roared and rolled wildly on the black stone tiles.

She supported her severely injured sister, bit her lower lip, sweat dripped from her forehead, her body trembled slightly, but she still insisted on holding high the silver-white chainsaw sword.

Seizing this opportunity, the nearby Krieg and Horatio pursued the struggling Flayers on the ground and executed them one by one.

However, a terrifying scarlet gaze flashed over Sister Arabella's head.

A flayer with blades on all his limbs flipped over deftly from the ceiling and pointed the four blades at Sister Arabella and her sisters.

(End of this chapter)