Chapter 481 Reborn from the Ashes: What Fell from Heaven
The thick mountain gate collapsed amidst the explosion and gunshots. It hit the ground heavily, causing dust and clouds of smoke. Lancelot rushed out from the smoke, brandishing his knight sword against the hail of bullets.
Ahead of him, Tzeentch's pink demon casts magic, but the winged helmed grand knight moves forward, slashing through the magic smoke with his power sword, before striding forward to impale the wide-mouthed demon head.
The sword swung again, clicked, another ugly head fell on the ground, it was a blue monster, Lancelot didn't even look at him and continued to swing the sword, more Tzeentch demons surrounded him one down.
The glare of magic filled the high vaults of the cathedral, and they were mixed with the fire of the bombers, the howls of demons echoing under the shining statues, the tramp of power armor, the explosions outside the stained glass windows, and the screaming. The screeching of warplanes.
As usual, the knights under Lancelot served as spearheads, and he still rushed to the forefront, leading the knights under his command to crush the skulls of the enemies one by one, turning their bodies into shattered bones .
The magic bombardment hit his armor, the steel clanged, and the cloak was riddled with holes, almost unable to perform its original function.
But he is still advancing, stepping on the corpses of the enemies, smashing the faces of hateful demons, like a lion.
The battle lasted for quite a while. Lancelot was alone, and led several elite servants under his command to defend the atrium before the army entered. He lost several of his men, but Tzeentch paid a more painful price.
Wait until the other knights rushed into the hall behind them, bombs and blades slashed through the air, the attack of the Tzeentch demon finally collapsed, and the pink and blue demons left thousands of corpses and fled in embarrassment.
"Empty the church! Don Quixote, lead your men to empty this place of all threats."
The commander of the 3rd company, Don Quixote Algham immediately nodded in response, and led his soldiers into the surrounding corridors and arcades. further away.
Lancelot was standing on the broken stone slab holding a knight sword full of weird blood. Surrounding him were the skeletons of Tzeentch demons. Most of them were beaten into human shapes, and it was difficult to distinguish their types and appearances. .
But Lancelot didn't want to recognize their faces clearly, that's unnecessary, he looked back and saw Vito leading his two attendants, the gray-haired Petronilla Viva, who was a narrator , There have been a lot of gossips with Vito recently, but Lancelot doesn't care about these lace news.
He knew that every good fighter would have many admirers, and Vito was one of them, so he didn't care about Petronilla Viva, but put suspicion, vigilance and hostility on Anthony's eyes. body.
The unwelcome outsider arrives with Vito, and he wishes he had been killed by a stray bullet outside, or blown to ashes by stepping on a land mine.
"Lancelot, it seems everything is going well, doesn't it?" Vito smiled, and then looked at Petronilla Viva, "Record all this, Miss Petronilla, and write poems for the knights , I think, the title is "Triumph of the Lion, Triumph of Lancelot""
"Don't tease me here, Vito." Lancelot said as he drew out the sword stuck in Tzeentch's face. He walked towards Vito, but his eyes were always on Anthony, and he occasionally glanced at him. Petronella.
The narrator was writing hard, trying very hard to record everything here, although Lancelot didn't know what to write about, and he didn't understand why Vito would bring such an outsider, civilians into the battlefield.
"Your offensive has made considerable progress, Lancelot, congratulations." Vito said with a smile, and Lancelot stopped and nodded to him.
"It is also thanks to your excellent commanding ability, Marshal, we are your sharp blades, and the results of chopping and swinging come from the wielders."
"It's also due to the sharpness of the blade itself." He said, "Your Excellency Anthony, what do you think?"
"He called him Your Excellency?" Lancelot muttered dissatisfiedly in his heart, staring at that Anthony, he didn't like this guy's smile, hypocritical and treacherous, like all the politicians he had seen.
Anthony nodded, looking polite and respectful, but Lancelot could see the hypocrisy in it.
"Excellent record, Your Excellency, the Cavaliers have achieved an undeniable victory today." Anthony said with a smile, "I believe that Miss Petronella will write a beautiful poem for them, telling about today's deeds, and Long left by the poets."
"Of course, but don't forget about the Ultramarines, Miss Petronilla, otherwise, Guilliman will not be happy." Vito smiled to the female narrator, who also responded to him with a faint smile .
"How is it? Your Excellency Anthony, do you think Guilliman will be satisfied with today's success?"
"I think His Excellency the Regent will, and I will report to him, Honorable Marshal. I believe he will not begrudge the words of praise."
"That's the best, I'm very honored, Your Excellency Anthony."
Vito's flattery annoyed Lancelot, he didn't think the Marshal should show humility to this flatterer, he was just a guy who used Guilliman's name to pretend to be a tiger, and he didn't deserve respect at all.
But Lancelot also abides by the knight's code, he will not question the monarch's decision, at least not in public, so he just stared at Anthony, and then looked at Vito.
"Marshal, according to your request and instructions, we have taken down the cathedral, but I have not seen Sister Sarah, and there is no news from my knights."
"Aren't there any nuns? Your Excellency Lancelot, in this huge church, I don't think there will be any shortage of nuns, right?"
Anthony asked with a smile, but Lancelot decided to ignore him. After he knew Lancelot's silent decision, he smiled politely and looked around at the messy church.
"But it's also hard to believe that there are people alive here, whether it's a nun, or any member of the State Church."
"Where is the Sister Sarah we came here to look for? Marshal, are you sure we came to the right place?"
He once again dared to directly question Vito's authority, which made Lancelot want to slash him with a sword, but Vito only smiled faintly, but to Lancelot's relief, he was there. There was no trace of kindness in the smile.
"Sarah is right here, not far away."
"Where?"
Anthony asked, but his question hadn't been answered yet. A portal suddenly appeared in the church behind them. From the vortex-like portal, a large group of Tzeentch demons rushed out.
"Knights! Come closer!" Lancelot turned around and shouted, he clenched the knight sword in his hand, and the surrounding knights immediately moved closer, gathering their bolters and shields with stances.
The knights holding shields were at the front. They raised their battle shields and activated the shields. The shield wall was instantly displayed in front of Lancelot. He looked at the charging demons through the gaps in the shields.
But suddenly, he heard the sound of glass shattering, thousands of shattered glass fragments fell from the sky, like rose petals falling from St. Peter's Basilica on Terra, and a voice appeared from the flying "flowers" up.
It was a woman, and I could see it at a glance. She turned her slender body and flew over the portal. She whizzed past the heads of the Tzeentch demons on the stone floor. Numerous missiles were fired and bombed the ground.
The advancing Tzeentch demons were beaten out of reach, and the explosion engulfed a large number of demons in the blink of an eye. Their bodies disappeared in the flames rising from the falling light spots. Fall, land outside the shield wall and turn around.
The iron wings behind her fluttered along with the spraying of the injection port. She squatted on the ground and slid back, pulling out two fully automatic bolt guns on the sparks under her feet, aiming at the demon in front of her for a burst of bombardment.
With two guns in hand, she killed all the Tzeentch demons who managed to escape the explosion range. Her slender figure kept changing postures with amazing flexibility, dodging incoming magic, and prevented the caster from chanting a spell.
With the head of the last Tzeentch pink goblin blooming, she turned around after falling in front of her.
Lancelot dared to swear that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The fire from the explosion illuminated her coiled silver hair, her slender eyelashes covered her purple eyes, but her beautiful eyes ignored everyone , just staring at Vito behind him and smiling.
(end of this chapter)
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