God Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the war concerto composed of the loud noise of the explosion and the screaming from the laser gun, singing and drumming became louder and louder, and another wave of cultists came to the castle, and Yarek said goodbye After the artillery commander, he quickly returned to the high command tower.

"Something is wrong with them."

The temporary adjutant standing on the control tower suddenly warned that Yarek magnified the image in the telescope mirror.

He saw that many cultists rushing to the front were wearing bomb-filled clothes or holding explosives in their hands.

"Don't let them cross the bridge!"

He immediately ordered, and then the snipers on the wall began to kill those self-destructors.

Some people exploded when they died. One of them had almost dashed across the bridge when it was hit. The explosive on his body released a huge arc of flame, and Yarek even felt it The trembling of the ground under the feet.

"They have increased their efforts."

The situation is actually not very good. As the artillery tried to suppress the enemy’s artillery, more heretics rushed towards the old For the fortifications of the castle, the soldiers on the parapet turned their guns to aim at the first wave of enemies.

The Astra Militarum who have been trained for a long time with live ammunition have played excellent Spear Art at this moment. One after another, the heretics fell like straw being harvested. The first charge quickly disintegrated. The guy who fell behind turned and ran quickly to join the second wave charge.

The anger of the heavy blasting gun also stopped.

"Good job, soldiers."

Arik's voice echoed over the castle.

"But there is no time to celebrate and giggle"

Another wave of enemies has burst out of the rain and fog.

"second wave!"

He called:

"Everyone, add ammunition and energy cartridges!"

If the first A wave of enemies looked reckless and weak, so compared with these now, they are like harmless peasants.

The cultists who rushed out this time were wearing rough armor made of scrap iron pieces and leather connected with leather ropes or bolts. The armor was full of spikes, and there were also human skins and belts hanging on the armor. The bloody head rushed forward with inferior firearms and knives amid the inhuman screams, and a few of its limbs were mutated.

God Emperor is on.

Arik prayed.

Give us strength.

"I need to blast my guns to focus on the mutant bastards, and leave the rest to the mortars and laser guns, understand? Spitfires, wait for orders, don’t waste fuel! Mortars, I need to suppress the firepower in the medium range and focus the fire on the gathered enemies, just like before."

Under Arek's dispatch, the heavy weapon squad is ready everywhere in the line of defense.

Second wave The enemy is approaching quickly while shooting violently in the general direction of the defender.

Fortunately for us.

Seeing the enemy's unprofessional, Yarek couldn't help thinking:

"Even if they shoot at close range, they can't even hit Ouglin."

While he was thinking this way, he suddenly saw a soldier who was a few meters away on the right side of the gate was thrown against the back wall by a force enough to break his bones. The corpse fell on the floor and half of his head was gone, as if by something. Something fiercely took a bite.

Within a few seconds, two more soldiers in similar positions fell down, the fatal wounds on their heads stained the back wall, and the blood was washed away by the rain before it even flowed down from the wall. . ,

"Damn it!"

At the same time, the foremost heretics crossed the stone bridge over the trench, jumped over the blade-shaped barbed wire and the embankment of sandbags, some people were caught The barbed wire was scraped down, and the others used their backs as a bridge through the dangerous barbs and trampled directly above them.

"The flamethrower guards the intersection."

Arik roared in the communicator.

"Here is the damn fire-breathing soldier, now!"

After a while, the fire-breathing soldier hidden on the right side of the doorway opened fire, and a stream of hot torch fuel followed the stone The bridge spurted out, greedily engulfing the enemy's flesh and blood.

In just a few seconds, only armor, weapons and iron boots are left on the bridge full of people, which proves that those people once existed.

But there are still more and more enemies jumping over the bridge deck, and even when the flamethrower fuel is exhausted, they have not been able to completely stop them.

"The enemy is coming!!"

The laser gunner immediately stepped forward to make up for the position of the Spitfire.

The gate of the castle has long been gone for a long time. Yarik could only seal it with a temporary roadblock, but it was blasted open by a rocket one minute ago, so this must be Use the blood of soldiers to defend.

Not only here, there are enemies attacking at the entrances of the castle in other directions.

In just a few minutes, his strength was stretched.

"Listen well, warriors!"

Arik said sharply into the speaker:

"We have already pinched at the bottleneck They are now. The narrow entrance makes them unable to fight well. I need them to be shot until they are in the bayonet attack range! Then you know what to do, defend the line of defense, and remember the God Emperor!"

The shouts erupting along the retaining wall filled the air.

"God Emperor Shengyou!"

Arik walked out of the command tower, he will also join the battlefield. Once the brutal hand-to-hand combat breaks out, their numerical disadvantage will Will be enlarged.

He has no idea whether he can survive today.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes and looked at the gloomy sky. At this moment, the dark clouds were like those endless enemies, weighing heavily on him and everyone.

"Are you not willing to help us?"

He wanted to shout to the emperor, but he couldn't say a word.

He can only vent in his heart.

Arek raised his head, tears rolled down his face hit by the cold rain—this contained his anger, his frustration, and his powerless grief over what was about to happen.

This is also his prayer, his silent call to the Lord of Mankind, his unswerving cry to death, and his desperate prayer for miracles.

Also in this silence, a miracle appeared——

It appeared in the form of silver-gray stripes, descending rapidly in the mist, and the sun shining brightly on the hull. .

At first, it looked like a dagger that pierced into the sky, but then it descended so fast, like a meteor roaring towards the ground.

Then its descent angle became gentle, and it flew over less than thirty meters from the control tower window.

It was an aircraft of the Astarte Order, a Thunder Eagle, and Arek recognized it.

And this color is not unfamiliar to him, because he once fought side by side with them on another battlefield, the Astarte Order, Astral Knight.

In the entire Imperium, they will always be a symbol of heroes. They are both death and redemption.

The roar of the engine resounded across the battlefield. When the Thunder Eagle drove past Yarek, it deliberately slowed down, and then quickly left, moving towards the river bank.

At the same time, its wings began to roar, its weapons were roaring, that was life-saving music.