The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 3330: Crimson Blood Forges Gold (II)

"Charge! Charge! Don't stop! Cowardice is betrayal!"

Finally, Marius stepped onto the stairs again. The enemy's firing was intermittent; their weapons couldn't operate continuously. This was the only moment of luck in each charge.

They surged into the hellish battlefield, treading on the remains and ashes of their comrades. The wreckage of destroyed vehicles and collapsed obelisks were the only cover. The limited pillars could only accommodate one or two people behind them, which was far from enough. The vast majority could only stand in the open, unprotected.

In the distance, amidst the dismal, underworld-like green smoke, stood a terrifying alien pyramid. It was so blasphemous and heretical, like the palace of an alien god of death from folk mythology.

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During the Bloody Hundred Days, heretical rumors about gods of death ran rampant. Some claimed that the death god banished from the Emperor's light in the Dark Age had returned. People couldn't understand what power could sweep through the mortal realm so quickly and could only believe that an alien god wielding a scythe and wearing a black cloak was responsible. However, these statements were severely cracked down on by the Ecclesiarchy. Inquisitors and Purifiers wearing pointed hats patrolled the streets in droves, but this couldn't suppress the fear in people's hearts. If it weren't for the arrival of the Adeptus Astartes angels, the morale of Alarma's army and people would have collapsed long ago.

But at this moment, this fear of death once again enveloped the soldiers' hearts. Although they were the best and bravest, they were still only mortals.

In the pervasive green smoke, many dismal and eerie skeletal soldiers could be vaguely seen, as well as bizarre killing machines that only appeared in nightmares.

"Charge!! Charge up there! Destroy them! For the Emperor and the blood of Orpheus!"

The officer who had just grabbed Marius raised his command sword, encouraging the soldiers to charge. A standard-bearer followed closely beside him. The Orpheus Death Korps only had one flag, which was blood-red with a High Gothic word written on it in black ink—

Revenge.

The various squads were forced to rush out of the cover and collided with each other.

Everything was forgotten except for the desperate fighting. Marius was still a little dizzy. Before he could do anything, death rushed towards him again.

Dense gauss rays rained down, and hundreds of people instantly turned into ashes and scattered on the ground, as if they were shattered statues.

Then came the screams.

Those who died were lucky. Those who didn't die were miserable. Many of them had lost a considerable part of their bodies, leaving half or a third of themselves wailing there. The injected combat stimulants kept them conscious, so they could only wave their hands in despair or start talking nonsense.

"Help! Help me!"

"Give me a grenade! Give me a grenade!"

"The Emperor, the Emperor is watching me..."

"I want to go home. It's so cold here, so cold."

Marius saw the officer. He had lost everything below his waist. The spilled internal organs seemed like a dirty tail dragging behind him. He struggled to grab the battle flag dropped by the dead standard-bearer and then turned over.

At that moment, his gaze met Marius's. Then, he grabbed the blade of the command sword with his other hand and pressed it against his neck. Marius couldn't see his face behind the respirator, but he could probably imagine it.

"For... the Emperor!"

With a *splurt*, he stabbed the sword into his throat. After a moment, his hand went limp, and his body tilted to one side, the flag in his hand about to fall.

For some reason, Marius rushed forward, grabbed the flag, and took the command sword from him.

"Charge! Follow me and charge!!!"

"Kill!!"

The crowd continued to roar and charge. The aliens mechanically reaped batch after batch of lives. The Orpheus Death Korps, like a surging wave, tried to extinguish the alien fire with bloody courage and numbers but was shattered again and again on the reefs.

But this time, the situation changed slightly.

Just to the right of the pyramid, the previously closed tunnel entrance was suddenly broken open, and then a dozen mechanical ant-cows roared in. They were all carrying rocket launchers and launched a volley at the Immortal ranks.

Many rockets were shot down in mid-air, but some still fell into the Immortal ranks, followed by a strong electromagnetic pulse wave sweeping over.

A group of soldiers wielding plasma weapons also rushed out of those exits. Their addition immediately attracted the Necrons' attention. Some Immortals turned around and raised their guns to attack the new attackers. The pyramid's electric arcs and particle beams also began to change direction.

Finally, an opportunity appeared, and the soldiers shouted and quickened their pace.

Only close combat would give them a chance to prevent the enemy from using their gauss weapons. A row of Immortals began to advance, their steps uniform, like a long wall of steel, trying to block the human wave.

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With a bang, the two sides collided. The Orpheus Death Korps used bayonets, satchel charges, grenades, entrenching tools, and even fists to fight the enemy to the death. There was no skill to speak of, only the most primitive cruelty and bloodshed.

In an instant, the first row of Immortals was dragged to the ground by the large number of humans, their eyes gouged out, their limbs broken, and their heads smashed.

And the suicide squads in the Death Korps also jumped towards another line of defense of the pyramid. Many people were ruthlessly shot to death, and when they got too close, they were chopped and minced by the disciplined defense team of Immortals guarding nearby, just like a group of farmers working together to harvest crops.

But it didn't matter. Although the suicide squad members were killed in droves, they still riddled the defense forces with holes through the sheer force of their charge and the melta bombs they carried.

Then the breaches were used by the troops behind, again and again, like piping on a dam, quickly turning into huge gaps, and humans began to approach their target.

This was a collision of pure steel and flesh. Everyone knew that the real opportunity had come, and the commander also made a desperate effort, throwing out all the cards in his hand. The rumbling tanks drove onto the steps again, but not Leman Russes, but the new-type Thanatos tanks. Due to the limited space in the equipment compartment, the number assigned to this division was also very small, only five, but they were still put into combat.

When their cannons roared, the first shell finally smashed into the black pyramid.

But when the smoke from the explosion cleared, the alien creation of black stone still stood tall, and even its surface began to show a stronger green luster. At the same time, doors on both sides of the steps also opened, and the Immortal infantry, who had been destroyed and resurrected before, began to step out.

In order to destroy the enemy in one fell swoop, even the highest commander in that direction arrived at the front line.