Chapter 402 Echoes of Courage and Loyalty (1)

Chapter 402 Echoes of Courage and Loyalty (1)

"Destroy them!" The same order was given by the uninvited guest and Appius at the same time on the island formed by the entrance of the underground webway.

Calvin left the guard of the Grey Knights and the Imperial Guards and strode forward, while Appius in the distance stared at Calvin's figure after issuing the order, and his free left hand reached for his waist in secret.

The ancient white gauntlet pressed on the gem in the center of the ceramic steel belt, and the originally azure lens suddenly flashed after feeling the stimulation, turning into a demon eye with evil meaning.

Calvin had begun to speed up, and the two sides who received the order also launched a fierce attack on the enemy at the first time.

These Astartes who could barely be called the sons of Guilliman pulled the trigger of the bolt guns that had already been locked.

In the red helmet vision, the green ammunition counter was frantically alarming, and the rain-like metal bullets also carried the explosive charges contaminated by the curse, launching bursts of explosions and impacts on the heavy shields in the hands of the Grey Knights and Imperial Guards who were gathered together.

Calvin was the target of concentrated fire, and he was happy with it.

The fallen Astartes had an instinctive fear of his terrifying height, and he was hoping for this.

The Primarch needed to use his tactical threats to attract more firepower, so that the Templars and Guards who stayed in place would have room to display their power.

The terror of the demigod was fully revealed at this moment. Calvin only exerted force on the spot, and his huge and heavy body became a blur in the inhuman dynamic vision of the Astartes.

An explosion-like sound rang out from the stone slab under his feet. The Sons of Guilliman who besieged him could only leave useless shots behind his trajectory except for the initial sight of his figure.

Before the nearest few Astartes could draw their melee weapons, Calvin's figure had already passed through them with the light of lightning claws.

The rain-like shooting from his comrades then covered them, leaving pieces of blood on the bodies of several Sons of Guilliman.

But before they could even think of anger, the smooth cuts on the bodies that had been broken apart on the spot let both the shooter and the shot know.

Death had already arrived, but they just didn't notice it in time.

"Stop him!" As Appius roared loudly, pale curse rays shot out from the staff in his hand.

Calvin rushed to the platform with a loud laugh, and the dozen Astartes along the way tried their best but couldn't stop him.

Their bodies were like porcelain cut by a blunt knife on the way of the Primarch's charge, and they burst to both sides in the splash of black dirty blood.

And Appius's witchcraft worked, the artifact given by the evil god was stimulated, and under the blessing of the power of chaos, it showed super-level power.

Countless evil and vicious voices rang in Calvin's ears, and the pale curse instantly hit the Primarch's chest.

But this ray with the curse of aging only blocked the Primarch for a moment, and it couldn't even touch the Primarch's own power.

The pure mark on the "Original Heart" armor melted violently under the irradiation of the curse, and the armor, with the support of its own psychic circuit, directly erased the curse from the warp!

"You... is this all you can do?" Calvin smashed into the square in front of the platform like a meteorite, and his voice came out from the dust.

The Grey Knights and the Guards of the Imperial Guards, who were a hundred meters away behind him, had raised their heads from the hail of bullets.

After losing the firepower suppression brought by numbers, these blades of judgment representing the Emperor looked at each other tacitly, and then divided into two directions, holding the heavy shields in their hands and launched a charge representing death towards the traitors who were ten times their number!

The Templars maintained the front line ruthlessly and pushed forward, and the enemy's bullets continued to reflect waves on the heavy shields with protective force fields.

Under their psychic laws, the enemies in the distance were constantly turned into ashes by thunder and lightning;

And the arrogant ones who dared to fight at close range could not even break through the shield wall of the Templars, and could only suffer the slash and thrust of the blade of the goddess of vengeance that would kill them if they touched it.

The guards of the imperial army on the other side also played their own characteristics and advanced step by step. The style of the battlefield in the hands of these emperor's eagle guards was different from the coldness of the Grey Knights, and became extremely rhythmic and poetic like the ancient Roman battle formation.

The emperor's eagle guards, forged with the foundation of adamantium, strode forward, and the distance of dozens of meters was stopped in an instant. They stared at the enemy's fighting posture and silently changed their steps.

When the distance with the traitor reached ten meters, they faced the traitor's turbid war cry and roar and blocked the enemy's last bullet. While the whole body jumped forward high, they threw the shield in their hands forward with force.

The broad and sharp power sword was retracted in their right hands, and the whole person in the air was like a bow and arrow with power. The tiny rays of light activated by the Decomposition Field were infinitely magnified in the pupils of the enemy, and finally penetrated their defense path together with the battle cry of the Emperor's Guards, piercing their rotten heads!

And this was just the beginning. After landing, the Imperial Guards directly abandoned the heavy swords stuck in the enemy's corpses, turned around to avoid the enemy's shooting, and the exemplary halberds on their backs were swung up from their waists to their heads at high speed with both hands!

The fallen in front of them were as sluggish as clay dolls in front of them. When the blade made of adamantine was slashed hard by inertia, their nerves cultivated for quick success could not even send a signal of resistance to the power armor!

Large pieces of corpses and ashes burned by the flames fell and scattered in front of the Templars' formation;

Pieces of blood and heads were lifted high in the air by the precise and agile raids of the Imperial Guards.

Although the number of Sons of Guilliman on the entire island obviously exceeds their external information, the shadowy building behind them has the outline of hundreds of genetic cultivation cabins.

But in this hand-to-hand encounter without much tactical depth, in the battle between hundreds of people versus twelve people, the number of people did not become the advantage of the former, but instead reflected the bravery of the latter!

"That's it? This bunch of rubbish?" Standing up from the several-meter-deep hole he made, Calvin still had time to look back at the entire battlefield.

When he raised his head and questioned Appius who was standing on the high platform, his whole body once again exerted his strength and leaped towards the enemy chieftain:

"Then...how did you have the courage to betray us?!"

boom!

Calvin seemed to be torn apart from space, appearing in front of Appius before he had time to react. The ferocious blade of the lightning claw was about to touch the chief priest's helmet with a roar that ripped through the air.

The magic eye on Appius's waist was finally fully activated. After a burst of sharp ridicule, an ice-blue psychic barrier blocked Calvin's claws.

And this barrier only slightly delayed Calvin's attack. In the next second, this expensive disposable equipment really started to work.

Calvin and Appius heard the sound of overdrawn dice in their ears almost at the same time. After a burst of laughter that seemed to be regretful, the chief priest from the Sons of Guilliman came from Calvin's house with the help of a portal. The hand barely escaped and appeared in front of the entrance to the webway a hundred meters away.

Appius, who reappeared, looked at the artifact on his waist with lingering fear, and this gift from the evil god had fulfilled its mission and turned into dust in a burst of flames.

The original body in the distance almost instantly locked on to the psychic fluctuations of the portal, but just when he was about to cross the not-so-distant distance, a communication from the orbit interrupted his action.

renew.