Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 757 07.756: "The countdown is the last fifteen minutes"

"Ah!!!!" A shrill scream rang out.

A traitor who was fleeing was carelessly stepped on by the Fallen Knight's huge foot and instantly turned into a layer of flesh and skin stuck to the ground. He died a horrible death.

"Cover the captain!" the boarding team sergeant shouted loudly.

In an instant, the shield guards acted quickly, raising their heavy boarding shields, with the holy marks on them fluttering in the wind. They huddled tightly into a conical defense circle to protect the captain.

Just at this moment, the dome of the church began to fall due to the impact, and this defense circle was like a solid fortress, successfully blocking the falling stones.

"Captain, it's a rebellious knight! We don't have anti-armor weapons, request instructions!" A soldier anxiously asked Horatio for help, because the young captain had led them out of desperate situations countless times, so many sailors subconsciously believed that the captain was the only one who could turn the tide in desperate situations.

“The Corpse Emperor’s running dog!

You can't stop the great plan of the God of Destiny!"

The external sound array of the Fallen Knight mecha emitted a terrifying sound, as if it came from the abyss of hell, "I will turn you into charcoal!"

"Bang!" The other end of the church wall collapsed instantly, and the ruins flew towards the Fallen Knight like a cannonball, hitting the outside of its sturdy mecha.

For a moment, the entire church was obscured by the raised dust and the view became blurred.

"In the Holy Land of the Emperor, we will not allow traitors like you to act so recklessly!" An angry roar broke the chaos.

A tall and majestic knight mech appeared in everyone's sight. Its red and blue paint surface was like carefully polished ceramics, still bright and shiny in the dim light. The flag hanging on the mech fluttered in the wind, with the four characters "Impeccable" written on it in majestic high Gothic font.

"I am the Free Blade of the Władysław family! The blameless Knight Bayar! You traitors will be burned by the wrath of the God-Emperor today!" Firm words came from the knight's mecha.

As soon as he finished speaking, two tall knight mechas collided with each other like two moving fortresses, making a deafening sound.

At the same time, their servant mechas also crossed the ruins of the church and quickly joined the battle.

The automatic cannons in the hands of the servant mechas spewed flames, and the chain saws buzzed, intertwining and colliding with each other. The battle became fierce as soon as it began.

"My Lord!" The voice of Knight Bayard came from Horatio's communication beads: "Leave this to the Imperial Knights. Go ahead and spread the dawn of victory to this land covered in darkness and shame!"

"Go! Leave this to the Free Blades. Indoor street fighting is our battlefield!"

Horatio gave the order decisively. He had no intention of getting involved in the fierce fight between these steel behemoths.

Under the cover of Knight Bayar, he quickly led his team up to the church tower. From the collapsed gap in the tower, he looked down at the central hive group with billowing smoke.

At this moment, the Imperial armored tanks and Knight mechas on the ground were advancing forward aggressively, charging towards the enemy without fear.

The artillery weapons on the tanks fired at full force, shooting out dazzling tongues of fire that illuminated the surrounding darkness.

In the sky, the Imperial Navy Air Force roared past. The pilots were highly skilled. They operated their fighter planes expertly and carried out precise strikes on high-threat targets of the enemy.

The laser cannons under the wings on both sides of the fighter plane fired alternately, creating smoking black holes with molten iron surging on the steel. The scene was extremely shocking.

"Set the time!" Horatio asked anxiously.

"5:45 pm Terra time! Sir! " the boarding team sergeant immediately reported to Horatio.

"Take the elevator! Quick!" Horatio made the decision without hesitation.

"They are supporters of the false emperor! Don't let them go up! Stop them!" With a loud shout, a large number of rebel infantry poured out of the library and rushed towards Horatio and others like a tide.

"Raise the shield! Raise the shield! Gunners! Grenadiers! Stop them! Captain! We will stop these enemies for you!"

The boarding crew was well-trained and quickly deployed their battle formations in the church corridor. The shield guards stood in the front, forming a solid line of defense; the axemen followed closely behind, holding the power demolition axes in their hands, ready to go; the gunners on both sides began to warm up the laser cannons in their hands, ready to launch a fierce fire attack on the incoming rebels.

The other sailors also acted quickly. They skillfully replaced the energy blocks on the navy rifles and filled the shotguns with thick No. 10 shotgun shells.

At the same time, they carefully checked the bayonet slots to ensure that the weapons were in the best condition. The Kriegs following Horatio deployed double rows of fire suppression formations on both wings of the sailors. They knelt in one row and stood in another, aiming their guns at the traitors rushing at the end of the corridor.

The sunlight shone through the church's stained glass windows, casting colorful reflections on them, but it could not dispel the tense and oppressive atmosphere of the battle.

"The Emperor remembers your bravery."

Horatio nodded slightly and responded calmly. Then, he was escorted onto the elevator by a group of Kriegs with the 1313th Infantry Regiment embroidered on their collars.

As the gate was powered on, the elevator slowly rose. However, the danger was not far away.

"Stop those guys!" The rebel leader shouted loudly, and the charging traitors, led by him, fired a volley of fire at the elevator where Horatio was. Bullets flew like raindrops, splashing sparks on the elevator.

"Open fire! Let this group of rabble taste the wrath of the God-Emperor!" Horatio roared.

In an instant, the sound of gunfire echoed throughout the corridor, and light bullets and real bullets intertwined to form a deadly web.

Soldiers from both sides were shot and fell to the ground, staining the ground red with blood.

But for every soldier who fell, another one quickly filled the battle position, and the murderous intent of both sides reached its peak.

As the rebels got closer, the axemen finally waited for their chance to appear.

They swung their power demolition axes and chopped at the enemies at an arm's length away.

puff!
The battle axe fell, smashing the enemy's head into pieces like splitting rotten wood. Blood splattered everywhere, splashing on the shield of his comrade beside him with knife marks, and slowly slid down.

The two sides finally collided with each other and engaged in fierce close combat.

Bayonets stabbed each other and bulletproof armor made a metallic clanging sound.

People were tearing and wrestling with each other, rolling on the ground.

At this time, the Kriegs took out their magic weapon in the narrow trenches - the single-molecule side engineer shovel, which also served as a close combat weapon.

The blade of this engineer shovel is extremely sharp, and it exerts great power in close combat. From the moment the engineer shovel shows its edge, the battle becomes more primitive and cruel. In order to destroy the enemy, humans have invented countless powerful hot weapons, but in close combat, hot weapons can never replace the sharpness and pure malice of cold weapons.

In the process of evolving into upright apes, humans had long been accustomed to fighting with their hands, and at this time, this instinct was fully demonstrated on the battlefield.

Horatio stood on the elevator, the light and shadow from the stained glass window quickly passing over his face and body.

A row of Krieg soldiers stood firmly in front of him. They were like loyal guards. No matter what was waiting at the end of the corridor after the elevator reached its destination, they would stand in front of their captain without hesitation and protect his safety with their lives.

"Empty!" After rising for more than ten minutes, the elevator suddenly stopped.

But this did not mean that it had reached its destination. Instead, the machinery at the top of the elevator was hit by gravel blown up by the shells, causing it to deform and get stuck.

As the main building of the church was hit by a ground-shaking cannon shell, the entire building shook violently. At this moment, the elevator stopped at a floor below the zenith, very close to the bell tower that Horatio wanted to go to.

"Bang!" Horatio kicked the guardrail open with his foot and shouted, "Go this way!"

"It's a follower of the Corpse King! Kill him..." A sentry shouted in horror when he saw an Imperial army suddenly rushing out of the aisle. But before he could finish his words, the Krieg guard was quick-witted and fired a shot, instantly tearing the traitor's upper body into pieces. The traitor fell in a pool of blood before he could even scream.

Horatio held the Holy Blood Chainsword in his hand and tightly grasped the battle flag, and rushed forward without hesitation.

"Boom! Boom!" There were dull footsteps coming from the corridor ahead. The sound was heavy and powerful, as if a giant beast was approaching.

A two-meter-five-meter-tall giant named Ogryn appeared in front of everyone. His entire body, including his face, was covered with heavy armor, like a moving hill.

In his thick, hairy hand was a laser cannon that was half a person's height. In his hand, the laser cannon looked like a light toy.

His entire body was covered in carapace, and with every step he took, his body, as heavy as a mountain, took up more of the field of vision. He looked extremely solid and full of oppression.

(End of this chapter)