This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 83 Stand up and let us take revenge

boom!
Just as Domenico was confidently waiting for his successors to fall into the trap, the torrent of fire from the heavy incendiary cannon completely shattered his dream of victory.

It was as if facing the sun directly, and the air was torn apart, making sharp echoes.

Feeling the oncoming heat, the heat flow directly engulfed the gathered Word Bearers. The air blew away the flesh and blood on their bodies like a storm, slowing down their breathing and heartbeat.

Domenico's eyes suddenly became clear.

No, is it our extermination weapon or yours?

He opened his eyes wide and saw a mass of twisted metal on the surface of the lava at the other end of the fortress, undulating with the vibrations. Not far away, a flying blade was turning its muzzle, aiming at the next place to be hit.

And how did you get the flying blade in?
Does the road to the fort have its track width?
The artillery fire brushed past the side and was deflected by the psychic shield. Then there was continuous firepower coordinated with the charge of the cavalry, advancing forward almost in an exaggerated manner of a soldier chasing the area covered by the artillery fire.

And is this firepower supply capability something that a modern Astartes, whose equipment is restricted by the Codex to a series of heavy vehicles, can command?
Domenico subconsciously thought that this group of people were old rivals who were using tricks to mess with them. He quickly looked around and found that the patriarch was gone.

Ramses sensed the astonishment of the Word Bearers and sneered. Who would play these games with you? So what if the space is small? Their weapons and equipment can all be made on the spot.

They are not fundamentalists of the role-playing school. If they are all cheating, who would fight with you in this crappy street fight?

They will make the process as reasonable as possible, but will not be restricted by the process.

He then threw the flying blade he created to Romulus for control, while he himself was swallowed by the psychic rift to help his companions encircle the Genestealer leader.

"No need for pity! No need for regret! No need for fear!"

Orlando charged forward enthusiastically, trampling the lava, and a powerful war cry emanated from the sound array, shaking the air.

In the past, the pastor always warned him to keep his voice down on the communication channel, but now that electronic communication is no longer available, he can finally shout freely.

There is clear command from the elders, and there is no annoying guy like Tiberus.

The big guy was left behind to guard Lord Romulus. After all, Lord Romulus's fighting ability
It’s a bit hard to put into words.

He is definitely not weak, but if you say he is strong, it seems like he is missing something. At least in the first three fights, there were many people who could beat him.

"Only the Emperor!"

He roared, and swung his power hammer to deflect the twisted chainsaw axe that was coming towards him, crushing the traitor along with it.

Then he jumped into the inner wall of the fortress. The Hades Terminator perfectly demonstrated his martial arts and physical fitness, killing the Word Bearers who were knocked to the ground by the explosive cannon, as if he was in an empty space.

"He is my protector!"

The Black Templars followed with great enthusiasm.

Only the priest was still observing the surroundings calmly, constantly pouring cold water on the hot-blooded warriors with the words of the elders.

Sometimes the pastor really felt that he and the marshal should switch positions.

"A bunch of trash!"

The patriarch's brain began to scream.

Looking at those Word Bearers being slaughtered like livestock, it didn't understand what had gone wrong for it to choose to protect these trash.

"Trash, trash!"

It muttered to itself, not only did hundreds of people have their own ulterior motives, they couldn't even communicate properly, and after finally getting together, they were wiped out by a single cannon. They boasted about having fought for ten thousand years, but they couldn't even figure out what equipment the enemy they had been fighting for ten thousand years had.

The contract was not fulfilled at all, and the person was almost dead.

If it had known earlier, it should have taken this fortress deep into the earth's core and waited for the Lord of the Stars to leave before considering going to other planets. Now it can only take the risk of rebuilding the psychic link and then pull out those captives as a threat.
My thoughts were interrupted here as a familiar breath came from behind me.

It turned its head sharply and raised its left hand.

Woo!
A power spear flew from afar and hit the psychic shield, and with the entanglement and friction of energy, it continued to penetrate deeper inward.

But the powered spear was destined to be a rootless duckweed, and it stagnated after a brief advance.

But at the moment the spear stopped, the rushing crimson angel slammed into the tail of the spear.

Clang!
The patriarch subconsciously wanted to rely on psychic energy to deflect the attack, but he saw the black sword itself sweeping back, so he had to readjust his psychic energy, and the entire monster froze in place.

"caught you."

In this brief moment of stalemate, a hand that came from behind him touched the shell on the back of his head. The chief felt that at this moment, his connection with the tribe became infinitely clear.

"It's all dust."

Accompanied by a sigh that sounded from the depths of his soul, the surging power from the highest heaven began to spread along the network, accurately finding every node in it.

Synaptic melting.

Under the astonished gaze of the cover team, the skulls of the cunning creatures in the entire fortress were ignited at the same time. The high temperature ignited the brain tissue, turning each abominable alien into a silently screaming burning skeleton.

"Well done, guys."

Ramses casually left the ripe patriarch behind and turned around first after getting the information he wanted.

At the same time, he spoke to Orlando and others who had finished the battle.

"After the battle, stay where you are and don't be alone."

"Yes, my lord."

Orlando echoed.

Then he locked onto the wizard who disgusted him at first sight.

The damned wizard kept repeating, "This isn't the Five Hundred Worlds." "Why isn't Lord Perturabo here?" "Why are the Thousand Sons here?" "How come these old bastards are still alive?"

Orlando swung his hammer, and the words of Chaos were blasphemous and filled with betrayal.

He stared intently at his dazed opponent, and it only took him three moves to smash his head.

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The noise of battle was fading away, and the three of them stepped into a huge altar.

"." The three of them looked at the scene in front of them and were suddenly speechless.

Whenever everyone thinks the Empire is bad enough, Chaos always shows up to tell everyone that there are worse things.

This is an altar made of blood, flesh, and minced meat, on which are humans whose skin has been plucked out and whose eyes have been gouged out. All the tortures with elements of possession in mysticism can be seen in it.

And on the high platform of the altar.

The Astartes, stripped of their clothes, were hung high on the beams, as if they were not human beings but pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

Their entire facial organs were removed and exposed, and their still trembling brains showed that they were still alive.

Beneath these warriors, on the ground soaked with their cerebrospinal fluid, were ninety-nine Astartes chained to the steel floor, their bodies covered in heretical runes.

"."

The three of them took a deep breath and regretted why they had eyes.

Ramses smashed his staff down hard, and the golden flames engulfed the Astartes who could no longer be saved and sent them to the Golden Throne.

He then used his psychic power to untie the chains, releasing the warriors who were being used to possess other bodies. He then created a rift in space, pretended to take out robes from it, and used his psychic power to put them on.

Arthur and Karna quickly stepped forward and helped them up.

"grown ups."

A goddess of vengeance warrior looked at the knight in front of her, and at her own body wrapped in robes, she burst into tears.

All three of them were silent.

This was the first time they had ever seen an Astartes cry.

At the same time they also knew what these Astartes had lost.

Honor, dignity, everything about being an Astartes was tarnished.

Even if they survive today, their gene-seed will no longer be used, as they, and their Chapter, will not allow any blemish to appear on their heritage.

"Take them away first. The fleet has already engaged the Zerg swarm, and the ground defense line needs to be contracted."

Romulus' voice rang out.

"it is good."

Karna helped the warrior up.

"Let's leave first."

"grown ups."

The warriors of the goddess of vengeance looked at the iron hooks that had once hooked their comrades, and the legs that had never bowed down to weakness could not get up at this moment.

"."

Arthur turned silently and dragged Ramses away.

"Have you found where the old Inquisitor is?"

"I have captured the souls of the Word Bearers. I just need to find someone who knows about them."

Ramses replied, "I need their physical anchor."

"Well, I'll help you find it."

Arthur quickly returned to the battlefield with Ramses.

"The person in charge here is a Tzeentch Chaos Sorcerer."

Ramses replied, "I crushed a few souls."

"it is good."

Arthur pulled up the wizard's body with a shattered head under the puzzled gaze of Orlando and others. Ramses quickly used this body to confirm the identity of the soul in his hand.

"found it."

Ramses sent the information he received to Romulus, and Romulus then sent the prepared route map to Arthur.

"Romulus, summon the Sisters of Battle and the Inquisition to request the deployment of the Terrorwing Extermination Weapon."

Unlike the angels, whose fighting style is pure.

There are six combat modes built around Arthur, which are completely based on the Dark Angel architecture.

"Request completed."

Arthur quickly came to the control core of the incinerator and opened the dump leading to the upper nest.

After doing all this, Arthur returned to the altar.

"stand up."

He said to the Furies.

Dozens of Terrorclaws descended from the sky, penetrating into the gaps opened up by the shifting of the hive modules, piercing deep into the altar and gnawing away at the profane ritual runes.

clang!
The deafening tremor finally awakened the goddesses of vengeance who were trapped in self-loathing.

click-

These delivery devices, which no longer belong to the Empire in this era, were unfolded, revealing a series of extinction weapons, each of which was an extinction combat power armor that had maximized its performance and would put the wearer's life on the countdown as long as they were worn.

"Stand up, sons of vengeance."

Arthur gripped his sword tightly, his cold eyes blazing with fire.

"Let us take revenge together!"

(End of this chapter)