Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 537 Battle of Archives-3
boom!
The heavy war hammer was smashed head-on by the giant, and the Astartes, who had no room to escape, could only parry.

The power sword groaned as the metal deformed under the huge squeeze, and the steel boots of the power armor also crushed the floor under their feet.

Wrestling with such a sluggish enemy was definitely the most annoying situation for Sulla.

This means that there is absolutely no room for the Astartes to display their martial skills, and in a sense, this is a denial of their long-term training.

But the battle nuns behind them are about to arrive, and the finishing comrades are also under tremendous pressure.

The time left for Sura and others was really limited, so he had no choice but to choose this ugliest way of fighting.

We must attack by force!
Sura felt the itching in her palms and the vibration of electromagnetic muscle overload. Her heart skipped a beat, and her already rigid movements became more powerful.

The Astartes around them instantly noticed this change, and the swords they waved in their hands also became more rapid.

"Well……"

The slight moan was almost inaudible amid the war roars around her, but it sounded like the sound of nature to the ears of the two nuns who took turns carrying Padilla.

The awakening of the living saint means the emperor's message.

And the Astartes, despite being rock solid, still maintained the efficiency of their advance under the terrifying crowds;
But the battle nuns are also reading the details of the battlefield, and it is still an indisputable fact that the team's condition is deteriorating.

"She's awake!" the nun carrying Padilla shouted to Sula.

"Are you awake?" Sura's figure stabilized, and then he instantly lifted the warhammer above his head.

The equally burly body of the opponent accelerated instantly. As the giant retreated unsteadily, a round of sword light with an electric arc swept across his waist.

laugh!
The dark iron armor and flesh slowly cracked after the sword light passed by, and the giant, which had lost the support of its spine, fell unwillingly amidst a vague roar.

Lifting the bolter on his leg, Sura emptied the entire magazine to clear the way for his teammates around him.

When the pressure in front of him suddenly decreased, he turned back to look at Padilla in the crowd to confirm her status.

"Are you okay? Messenger of the Emperor."

Sura's voice seemed to be thousands of miles away, but also seemed to carry a heavy echo.

Padilla opened her eyes in a daze and looked at him subconsciously, but she had to concentrate all her energy to recognize him.

"Are you okay, Messenger of the Emperor?"

The enemy's offensive appeared again, and Sulla could only return to his position.

And after a full five minutes of separation, he finally got some response in the other party's eyes after asking the same question.

"who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What is he saying?"

Padilla's vision changed from blurry to clear, and the echoes of the subspace remaining in his mind gradually faded away.

The warmth of the sisters behind her and the coldness of the armor on her body allowed her to regain her senses and at the same time correctly confirm her anchor point with reality;

The shouts of death and the constant roar of bullets all around finally made her realize the situation she was in.

"Are you okay? Messenger of the Emperor!"

The Astartes with the Ultramarines mark emblazoned on his right shoulder plate finally found the corresponding identity in her memory.

And the other party's calm and pointing voice even in the flames of war also made her aware of her mission and responsibility.

"I'm fine...um..."

Padilla answered subconsciously, but the severe pain and dizziness struck again.

Her back that had just straightened up almost collapsed instantly, and the exclamations of the sisters next to her made her cling to the last trace of reason.

"No!" She pushed away the arms of her comrades and looked at the Death Watch with difficulty.

The sounds from the warp were beginning to cacophony again, and a spasm in her brainstem turned her face gray.

But the sacred voice from her soul made her persist in completing her mission.

"Left!...The servo in the center of the third floor on the lower left...activate it! That's what we're looking for!"

The weak voice was intermittent in Sura's ears, but he finally found the team's goal.

And in this critical moment when every second counts, there is no more powerful help than having a definite goal.

"You hear me? My brothers!"

Sura asked his comrades in the communication channel, and there was a scarlet "-1" prompt on the hormone indicator inside the helmet.

There is no waiting and no time to rest.

Sulla strode to push his comrades away from the vanguard position, and then used a full-strength slash to smash the enemy in front of him. At the same time, he shouted to the remaining Astartes and Battle Sisters:

"The Emperor's message has arrived, and all we have to do is carry out his mission!"

"Bingzhu Emperor's will! Kill the monsters in the hole!" Everyone responded loudly, and Sula took a step forward and continued to question.

"who are we!"

"We are the Emperor's sword!"

"What are you guys going to do?"

"Sacrifice and glory!"

"What a sacrifice! What a glory!"

"Die upholding the emperor's will! Kill the evil spirits in the world!"

"Why kill it!"

"Forge a sword with your own body!"
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In the lower level of the archives, the battle between the Death Watch and the Holy Rose continues.

Not far above their heads, the rebel legion's headquarters here was equally busy.

The rebel company commander responsible for guarding this place paced anxiously amidst the noisy people around him.

And from the moment that unstoppable and advancing team appeared, he had already exhausted all his means.

The troops have been sent out long ago. The 2000-man Dalian company has been fighting until now, and the only ones left in his hands are his own direct guards;

But these elite warriors still couldn't stop those madmen.

Even though he sent a signal for help as early as the beginning of the battle.

But the enemy was breaking through his position one after another, but he could only sit back and watch the situation worsen.

In desperation, the company commander even turned his attention to the hoarded "sacrifice".

But even after releasing these "plague zombies", he still didn't receive news that the enemy had been eliminated.

However, the reinforcements he expected from the upper levels of the hive city were unusually delayed in arriving.

what to do?Are we just going to sit back and watch these lackeys of the empire achieve their goals?
He could hardly imagine his own fate. Being cursed into an unconscious chaos egg like his captain was probably a luxury.

How to do?
The fear grew stronger in his mind, and the mark of chaos hidden under the armor on the back of his neck stung more and more.

In the flickering of the lights, his breathing became more and more rapid, and in the blood-colored eyes that were losing the last bit of reason, the madness unique to chaos was quietly but rapidly growing.

"Let's go! Let's get rid of these bastards!"

An inhuman roar came from his rickety body, while the surrounding guards just carried out his orders without any resistance.

He looked around with an anxious and furious mood, then left with what was left of his guard.

And in the sparse consciousness in his mind, he subconsciously wanted to hear opinions from his comrades.

But where are the "opinions" left...

After all, when the initial rebellion occurred, the close friend who had been with him in life and death, the companion who always stood behind him wearing a hat with a double-headed eagle emblem, died under the sword he stabbed with his own hands...

　One more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)