Chapter 532 Argument and Sacrifice
The short battle was over, but compared to the rebels in this world, the team assembled in the Nameless Church still had a long way to go before completing their mission.
The battle sisters did not forget their original purpose. After entering the church, they ran straight to the secret room behind the chapel.
Sulla and his killing team had a fierce quarrel with the newly promoted living saint, Padilla, over the path of the next mission.
"What? Public Information Archives?" Sulla looked at Padilla in front of him in shock. Even if the other party was a newly promoted angel, he could not stop his retort.
"Did you hear the sound of tanks outside? We only have a few minutes, and you have to turn around and storm the heavily guarded archives nearby right now, just out of the battle?"
"This is a necessary choice! And you..." Padilla inserted the magazine handed over by her sister into her waist, then while checking the status of the bolter, she glanced at the Astartes in front of her:
"You can refuse my order."
The throne is up!
Sulla swore he could feel his blood pressure rising sharply.
This is not a novel or an opera script! The enemy will not be as stupid as shown in those literary and artistic works!
Without any heavy equipment or artillery cover, storm a large building that is clearly known to be heavily guarded by the enemy!
And this was under the premise that a high-intensity firefight had just occurred not far from this building!
Is this possible? possible!
But the premise is that Sulla and his squad, regardless of casualties, can forcefully tear apart the opponent's defense line before the reinforcements gathered by the enemy arrive;
But what about the next mission? The sacred object has not yet been found, not to mention the risks involved in the transfer process!
Now that the entire hive city's Aegis stations (large anti-aircraft fire arrays) are in enemy hands, it is impossible for any single air vehicle to successfully break through the hive city's air defense circle and then leave smoothly.
Sulla was certainly not afraid of death, and the honor of the Astartes would never allow him to be afraid.
But he is a soldier, and he is a war machine that has gone through years of tactical training!
Their powerful bodies are the impression that mortals have of them, but their cold tactical thinking and discipline are the guarantee of their combat effectiveness!
He instinctively rejects this kind of tactical action without evaluation, and cannot accept the possibility of paying casualties in such an action, thereby losing the possibility of completing the entire mission!
Yes, although Sulla tolerated the "political gene" in him and did not try to compete with Padilla for the command of this army. But this does not mean that he does not have his own understanding of the entire operation.
The Astartes' discipline and tactical thinking allowed him to begin to deduce the situation when he left the ground as soon as he landed on the ground.
And in the "mission schedule" in his head, even if all the plans go smoothly, this team will still have to forcibly capture a sacred object in order to cooperate with the airborne vehicle on the orbit. Complete Aegis Station!
The Emperor is above! SHIELD STATION!
A large three-dimensional air defense position covering an area of at least ten square kilometers! Not including the outer defensive positions!
What does that mean?
That means at least three levels and five or more defensive positions that must be captured;
That means more than three energy hubs and more than ten anti-aircraft weapon arrays!
Not even one less!
If one is missing, the Thunder Eagle transporting the sacred objects may be hit by ground anti-aircraft weapons after losing its maneuverability at low altitude, which will lead to the failure of the entire mission!
What happened to the Space Marines? Space Marines are human too!
They can tear apart the enemy with powerful armor and weapons, but can they occupy a position of ten square kilometers with just five people?
This is a mission that is already overloaded with difficulty, but in such a difficult situation, the battle nun next to her has to increase casualties before the mission?
what to do? Rely on faith?
Sulla looked down at the woman in front of her, preparing a reasonable rebuttal to her plan.
But just when his eyes fell on Padilla's shoulders, from the corner of his vision, he saw the folded wings behind this woman.
"Okay..." Sula curled her lips secretly.
Really, they are prepared to rely on faith.
The short meeting ended with the replenishment of ammunition, and the two improvised teams also left the place through the secret door at the back of the church before Leman Russ arrived.
The hurried warriors grabbed their weapons and rushed to their next battlefield while chanting the Emperor's name.
But these warriors walking between the dilapidated pipelines of the hive city still don't know what rich "gifts" those enemies who have fallen into chaos have prepared for them outside of the battle.
"Lost?" A voice from the shadows asked softly in the upper palace of Zerita's nest.
Although the man sitting on the throne of the former planetary governor did not make any violent reaction to this defeat.
But both the officers in front of him and the adjutants standing on both sides of the throne subconsciously clenched the swords in their hands the moment his voice sounded.
That is the subconscious reaction of a professional soldier when faced with danger;
And it is this instinctive fear that pleases the person who possesses incredible power in their eyes.
The owner of this voice did not reprimand his subordinates, nor did he make any comments about the dead loser.
He just used his Adam's apple, which was filled with blood and madness, to chuckle with unknown meaning in his slightly trembling body.
"Hehe...hehe..."
Dots of light shone in from the tall windows, and the wind was already howling before the rainstorm.
The person kneeling on the ground became more and more nervous, and even his breathing began to become rapid.
The guards with live ammunition on both sides were like silent rocks in the black ocean. No matter how the storm swept through the empty hall, there was no reaction except for the flash of bloody eyes.
"Go down..."
The figure stood up amidst the clang of the armor on his body, and the burly Ogryn giants on both sides instantly seemed dwarfed.
The chain ax, which was half the size of a man, shone with dazzling blood in the dim light of the hall;
And behind the helmet that was as tall as a horn, a bloody eight-pointed star was flashing with his breathing.
"Yes..." The leader of the mutinous Tolikov 8th Regiment was relieved and stood up from the ground tremblingly.
But just as he walked backwards and left, he had already reached the entrance of the palace.
A destructive power from the Blood God began to erupt from the depths of his soul at the moment his face touched the light outside the door, and then surged like a tide, drowning everything in him...
"Uh uh uh……"
The abandoned child who was disgusted by the Chaos Power stood at the door of the hall with his whole body twitching.
And the huge power in his body was still expanding and expanding...until it submerged the last trace of his sanity, and then shattered his fragile body. Amidst a series of creepy chewing sounds, he turned into a completely useless person. A twisted behemoth of consciousness.
Chaos eggs...
This being is enough to scare everyone just by saying his name.
The officers outside the hall witnessed the punishment in silence, and no one dared to object.
The man who was once their leader had just been abandoned by the Lord of the Brass Throne.
And the person who instigated this punishment was leaning peacefully in the depths of the hall...
"Trash is not worthy of the blood god's favor..."
The figure murmured to himself, and then used his long and narrow tongue to sweep over the sharp teeth.
The red blood and stinging sensation made his eyes even more excited.
After his short-term desire was satisfied, what awaited him was an even greater thirst for blood.
"Are you ready for the ceremony?" He looked at a figure behind him.
"Already ready." The body wearing the robes of the state religion trembled slightly, and then curled up even more.
"Very good... very good..." The figure on the throne seemed quite satisfied, and then suddenly stood up in the former's panic.
"Let them dance for a while... I swear on my blood... just for a moment..."
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