Chapter 45 45, explosive kill!

"The second company evacuates quickly. Repeat, the second company evacuates quickly. You can't fucking fight anymore. Do you want to die just hanging there?!"

"Coordinate point 22.22 applies for fire coverage, repeat, coordinate point 22.22 applies for fire coverage!"

"Your throne is above. Praise the great God Emperor. The fleet of the expeditionary legion has descended. The large force is coming. We are going to be saved!"

"That's the Ultramarines Legion? And the Dreadnought Mecha, the Knight Titan"

From the Astra Militarum communication channel, the exclamations of the Imperial soldiers came from one after another.

Dukel and his escorts completed their mission perfectly, like an indestructible sword on the battlefield. Wherever the troops went, all the anti-aircraft railgun positions of the Chaos forces were destroyed.

Huge carrier warships were lowered from the outer orbit, and large quantities of heavy firepower units were dropped on the battlefield.

The Knight Titan is equipped with weapons such as laser cannons, howitzers, rotary artillery and a large number of tracking missiles. It is like a walking arsenal, unleashing firepower on the battlefield.

The roaring artillery fire shredded the poisonous miasma, the landing fleet landed in an orderly manner, and tanks filed out of the wide-open hatch.

The Ultramarines formed a tactical team with the Dreadnought, advancing carefully under cover of fire. The bolters and chainswords in their hands would focus on every Chaos Warrior exposed in sight.

These Ultramarines, who were inspired by Dukel to join the Expeditionary Legion, desperately hope to find their value on the battlefield. Kill these Chaos warriors who betrayed humanity, betrayed the Empire, and brought shame to the supreme honor of the Astartes.

Under the cover of the wither drones, the Plague Army warband was fighting back.

Countless deadly toxins and chemical weapons, regardless of whether they were enemies or friends, were splashed out by them, poisoning the entire battlefield.

These highly toxic substances can even penetrate the air filtration system of power armor and the gas masks of Imperial soldiers.

Countless soldiers were infected by the poison and suffered terribly, but they still chose to rush to the enemy's side tenaciously and detonated the melt bombs in their hands.

In the sacrifice of soldiers, human anger becomes hotter.

The plague zombies that were driven as human shields to impede the advancement of the expeditionary force were ruthlessly bombarded into pieces.

Only by blasting all the Chaos forces to pieces can the inner anger of the Imperial soldiers be relieved.

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The expeditionary force advanced rapidly and resolutely, which forced the warband of the Plague Army that besieged the Iron Fortress to evacuate to the rear.

The threat of the expeditionary force is like a thorn in the back. If they cannot attack for a long time, they will soon be attacked from both sides.

Their strategy of capturing the Iron Fortress and drawing the expeditionary force into a war of attrition was declared completely bankrupt at this moment.

When the drop pods rained down, when the mortals at the fortress's firepower point refused to retreat, when the poisonous Astra Militarum was strapped with melta bombs and charged towards them.

These Chaos warriors understood clearly that the defeat of this war was coming.

The soldiers who fought for the name of the Emperor and Mankind were fearless and fearless, and blocked by the walls of flesh and blood, they were unable to capture the fortress before the powerful expeditionary force defeated them.

The layers of defense temporarily constructed by the fallen warriors were broken down one by one, just as they were considering whether to withdraw their troops and make a comeback.

They were shocked to find that they were surrounded.

The reinforcements from the expeditionary legion and various air units were unleashing powerful and intensive firepower coverage.

Under such an intensive attack, several meters of the battlefield were cut away.

The huge number of plague zombies is now gone.

The counterattack horn in the fortress has also sounded. The Astra Militarum soldiers stepped on the corpses of their comrades, and the angry fire of revenge was completely ignited.

At the last moment of their lives, countless soldiers chose to throw themselves into the battlefield as human bombs in exchange for a small victory.

Their souls have returned to the throne, but their will will continue to exist in the hearts of the survivors.

However, facing the situation of being attacked from both sides, the World Purifying Plague Army warband did not panic. They let out bursts of strange laughter and blocked the imperial soldiers.

The blessed Forgotten Messenger, Gerst, led the Chaos warband and began to break out in one direction. They wanted to leave, and the weak imperial infantry could not stop them.

He uses the blessing of a loving father who is no weaker than the Great Demon. Anyone who wants to leave him completely will find their own foolishness in the face of his great power.

At this moment, Duker, who had completed the task of destroying the anti-aircraft railgun position, was leading the escort towards the fortress.

They were silent, but they had endless fighting spirit, and all the chaotic forces along the way were easily swept away.

Not surprisingly, Gerst, who was leading the Chaos warband to withdraw, collided with Dukel.

This was no coincidence. The only seemingly weak gap in the expeditionary force's encirclement was exactly the direction from which the original body returned for reinforcements.

The World-Purge Plague Army seemed to have found a way out, but it happened to be a desperate situation.

Gast naturally knew the news of the original body's resurrection, and he had also heard about the series of plans of the dark lords against the original body.

Facing the original body that had returned from out of control, he was sure to guide it onto the right path or make it lose control again.

"Gest greets you, the forgotten herald of the Plague Warband, the great Primarch No. 2."

Gust's voice traveled far and wide through psychic energy, ensuring that Duker could easily hear his every word.

Because of this, the original body shuttled across the battlefield like lightning, covering a distance of several kilometers almost instantly. Just when he was about to cut off his head directly, he put down the chain sword in his hand.

These words indeed saved Gust's life, and Duker wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Betrayer, are you asking for mercy?"

Dukel shouldered the specially made chainsword and looked down at the opponent. Although the opponent was far larger than the Astartes, he still didn't have enough weight in front of him.

"You once walked on the right path and waved your sword bravely against the false emperor. Why have you fallen again now? Great Primarch, the betrayer is not me, but you. You have abandoned your past self and been betrayed by the false emperor again. The emperor was blinded."

As he spoke, Gust held the weapon in his hand tightly. The power of the original body rushing towards him just now was too terrifying and beyond his expectation. Although the blessing he received was enough to rival the great demon, at this moment he There is no sense of security at all.

It was precisely because of this that he didn't notice that Dukel's face turned dark when he was only halfway through his words.

Is it okay to swing a sword at the emperor?

Being manipulated by the evil god to the point of losing control, and ultimately causing great disaster to the empire, is definitely the biggest dark history for the No. 2 Primarch!

Okay, okay, if I ask you to say one more word, you will expose my scars, right? !

"Are you done?!" Duker interrupted Gerst's words directly and put down the chain sword in his hand again.

"I", the forgotten messenger, want to say something more.

"Die after saying this!"

What greeted him was the Primarch's chainsword burning with endless rage.

Gust thought that he could compete with the original body, but the other party was as strong as an emperor! The chain sword that struck him carried an unstoppable force, and in just one turn, the weapon in his hand was thrown away.

Then Duker knocked him to the ground and stomped on his chest.

At this moment, Gust felt like he was being pressed down by a huge mountain. No, with the blessing of his loving father, he had great power that was unmatched by ordinary people. Even the real mountain cannot hold him down and will be lifted by him! What's holding him down is the mountains! It's the mainland section! It's a planet! In short, it can't be human!

At this moment, Dukel's figure was infinitely enlarged in his eyes.

But his fear could not last much longer.

Because the bolt gun burning with inner fire was already on his head.

"What do you mean you like? You like talking nonsense!"

boom! ——

"I'm letting you talk fucking bullshit to me!!!"

Bang bang bang bang bang! ——

The roar of bolt guns exploded between the two of them at close range, the machine souls screamed, and the dense explosions resounded, but no one dared to hinder them for even a moment. Near the thick explosion smoke, let alone the World Cleansing Plague Army warband, Even the Imperial soldiers of the Expeditionary Legion were stunned.

Until the ammunition in the barrel was exhausted, Duker threw the bolter aside with the exploded barrel.

The smoke from the explosion gradually dissipated, revealing a large crater several meters below his feet.

In the center of the pit, Gust's face was blown to pieces with blood and flesh, revealing the oozing muscles and bones. A large number of head organs were missing, and they were also covered with blazing spiritual fire.

He let out a low cry of pain as the flames burned, and his huge body twitched unconsciously due to the severe pain.

Later, his head was badly damaged and he was grabbed by Duker with one hand.

"Pfft!——"

The big head was crushed like a watermelon with great force.

"This bolter is not easy to use," Duker muttered to himself.

These were probably the last words Gust heard in his life.