Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 633

  Chapter 633 Battle of Beasts: Going to Death (Part 1)

  A rapid explosion flickered high above, and a large piece of metal support crashed down in the violent explosion. They hit the ground like falling steel dragons, and a cloud of chaotic smoke suddenly rose up all around.

Shouts of killing echoed in the mist, a green leather man wearing red shoulder armor with white and black grid patterns on it held a gun and fired fiercely at the surroundings. The flickering gunfire penetrated the surrounding smoke, and he let out a roar. The roar was as deafening as his muzzle, and the bullet burst through the smoke, sending a shower of sparks flying all around.

  In the surrounding smoke, many figures intertwined together, they wrestled with each other, and those burly green-skinned figures were overwhelmed by a dozen or even dozens of smaller figures.

  The sound of shouting and killing echoed around, as if the whole world was sounding. The green skin in the red armor fired at the surrounding chaos, and he roared and shattered the figures in the surrounding smoke.

  Suddenly a burly figure rushed up behind him. The greenskin thought it was one of his own at first, but when he turned around, he saw an arm covered in black spikes, and an iron fist was tattooed on the back of his hand.

That arm waved a curved steel bar and hit it from the smoke. The green-skinned face was hit all at once, and the protruding fangs were all broken in an instant. The whole person's head bounced downward like jelly, and then the whole head They all fell down like a puddle of water bags bound under the skin.

  The wielding giant holding a steel bar stood in front of his corpse. He was a human being, an angel, and the olive iron fist logo on his shoulder silently stated his identity.

Another burly green-skinned figure rushed over from the side. He charged from the smoke with a broad knife in his hand. Eisenstein Batalov turned around and faced the enemy with a steel bar in his hand, " For the Lord of Dorne and Terra!"

He roared angrily, but before he could make a move, the green-skinned head fell to the ground, and his burly body crashed to the ground as if a building had collapsed. A figure came over behind the remnant body. The sun rises in the dim darkness.

   "Commander Yarick." Eisenstein bowed to the man, not only to an Imperial hero, but to a living saint, a champion of the Emperor.

Yarick is very different now, his eyes are shining with light, the wound on his abdomen has not healed and no blood is flowing out, but like a door leading to another world, a holy breath is released from it , as if he himself had become the container of that power.

  He came with the holy sword in his hand, and killed the green skin that was rushing aside with one sword. The green skin's body collapsed, and it was split in two from the shoulder in the blink of an eye.

   Eisenstein looked at him, and then exchanged shares. The surrounding scene was a mess, and the steel collapsed everywhere, killing all the green-skinned overseers, and some Star Militia soldiers were also buried below.

   "What to do now?" "Our numbers are still enough." "Enough for what?" "Loyalty to the Emperor."

  Eisenstein looked at Yarick, who walked up to the high ground piled up with metal supports, and he stood there holding the holy sword, and the human slave laborers on the surrounding steel ruins looked one after another.

  Eisenstein also stood aside, holding a steel frame behind Jarick, standing upright like the imperial guards with long spears guarding behind the emperor.

"I give you an order, I order you to die, die for the Emperor." Yarick said slowly, looking around at everyone below, "You will not leave alive, but die like cowards, Still like a hero, when you are dead you can go up to the Emperor and tell him with your head held high that I have died generously in your name."

Eisenstein clenched the steel bar in his hands, holding it with both hands and holding his head high, holding a spear in the golden light like the angel behind the envoy in the Apocalypse scroll, as if he had really turned into an angel at this moment, Spreading his wings in the light behind him, his eyes were firm, and he silently made a decision.

   And everyone below has made a decision just like him. Those eyes knew their decision without words. Yarick looked around their eyes and raised his head, "You have made a decision."

"But we still need weapons. The emperor's currency will die generously for him, but it will not be meaningless." "Sir." A man stepped forward and stood at Yarick's feet with his head held high, "Your name and rank." "Sergeant Cocrossrose, Engineer Sergeant 1st Class, Destroyer, Emperor's Navy."

  He said loudly, standing in front of Jarick and Eisenstein, if there is an artist present, he will definitely draw it and name it "Believers and angels, respond to the call of the emperor"

"Go on, sergeant, do you know where there is a weapon? A weapon in your hand." "Yes sir, when I was welding equipment for these ugly aliens, I found a piece of Imperial Navy brought by them that hadn't been dismantled and disassembled." The battleship, with its arsenal on board, is sufficient to arm everyone." "Very well, the Emperor brought it here, and it must be for this purpose, as he wishes." "As the Emperor wishes."

As soon as they finished speaking, there was an arc of explosion and a deafening roar. It was the sound of thousands of torpedoes hitting the shield, the hiss of light spears sliding through the vacuum, the sound of hundreds of Thousands of macro cannons roared and roared in the name of the emperor.

  Ya Rick looked around at the people at his feet, and glanced at those pairs of eyes, "The fate has been finalized, the sergeant leads the way, let us go to die."

  They set off, and the alarm lights were flashing in the dark corridor, and the crooked lights made of green leather were looming, as if they had lost their vitality.

The huge explosion made everything around it stupefied, as if covered with a layer of mist, but the whizzing bullets polished the surrounding space, flickering gunfire kept flashing in the corridor, and the green skin roared and held the gun Shoot towards the end of the corridor.

   Bullets rained down on the metal brackets in the corridor and sparked dazzling flames among the broken equipment. The light illuminated the shattered corpse lying on the ground, but soon another pair of footsteps rushed over.

   Pairs of boots rushed through the **** corridors, unarmed mortals, they had no weapons, all they had was courage and loyalty to the Emperor, and this was enough to withstand a thousand armies.

  The greenskins fired at them, and the bullets whistled and exploded several bodies in the narrow corridor. They fell to the ground and became another part of the **** ground.

   But this could not stop the progress of the Emperor's loyal servants, the Sons of Men, and the Astral Guards rushed forward, roaring, in the dark corridors, rushing to the muzzle of death under the flickering lights.

There were more than a dozen people when they set off, and their number dropped sharply to less than ten in just ten seconds, but the last few people rushed forward, and they threw themselves on the green skin, "For the emperor! For the sake of the emperor! Armageddon! For Holy Terra!"

The leading star army roared and pulled the detonator on the waist. The detonator that was originally used to explode the metal exploded at the same time. The waves came, and the Immortal Lord, who must have sat on the throne of Terra, heard their cries.

But the sorrow does not belong to them, the emperor's currency will die for him, more Astral troops rushed out in the flames, holding weapons composed of steel rods, metal iron sheets, and steel bars, without hesitation He rushed out of the corridor door at the end of the flame, and rushed towards the hall outside.

When they arrived at the gate, a burst of violent artillery fire came in. The green skins in the wide hall raised their guns and fired violently. The rain of bullets splashed sparks at the door of the corridor. The door frame exploded.

Suddenly a golden light flashed, and the light appeared in the smoke at the door. The light broke out from the fog. It was a shield composed of holy light to protect the loyalists behind it. Yarick held the light The sword stood at the forefront of the team. He quickly swung the lightsaber in his hand, and the air wave and light blade chopped several green skins.

Their artillery fire stopped for a short while, and at this moment, the Star Guards rushed in. They rushed forward with roars, and fell on the green skins to overwhelm them. Many people were killed by the burly orcs, but More people took over from the bench, and one after another rained down the weapons in their hands, beating those orcs who were much stronger than humans to death.

The rest of the grits threw away the tools at hand and ran away. They jumped off the towering shelves and ran under the majestic belly of the battleship. Eisenstein looked up at the majestic battleship in front of him, which was surrounded by countless mechanical arms. And the iron chains were **** and hung in this huge hall.

Those iron chains are tied to it, like the roots of the world tree that traps the dragon Hognid in the legend. In the legend, when the dragon bites off the roots and breaks free from the shackles, it will be the end of the Asgard protoss. , and here today it will bring a twilight too, only that twilight will be illuminated by the Emperor's golden sun.

  Suddenly, a burst of artillery fire hit, and in the blink of an eye, the green skins that fell on the ground and the humans who swung weapons on him were killed, and their flesh and blood flew in the rising flames.

Real flames also sprayed out, like a fire dragon shooting from below the battleship, igniting the bodies of many people. They screamed and rolled on the ground. A heavy green leather machine walked in, it was a tin can, with a face molded into the image of their war god.

The arms on both sides of it fired in unison, and the flamethrowers sprayed fire from under the arms. The flames swept across the hall and brought more screams. On both sides of the green machine, the orcs rushed in and slaughtered mercilessly. Seeing the unarmed children of men on the scene.

"Hidden! Take cover!" Eisenstein pulled an Astra Militarum over, and took him to hide behind the many iron chains and equipment at the foot of the battleship. The bullets hit them with a piercing buzzing sound, and the flames were in sight. Flickering, illuminating the dark night sky.

  Yarek held the holy sword in the center of the hall and raised the shield to cover the surrounding Star Guards to hide. Those who were still alive took cover one after another, and fell behind the cover before the fire came.

The greenskins continued to fire. They roared and suppressed the emperor's soldiers with fierce artillery fire. Eisenstein looked out, at the flickering gun muzzle and the flames blooming on the surface of the shield, "We must destroy That machine." "My lord, we can do it."

   Sergeant Cocross squatted beside Eisenstein, and there were several navy soldiers behind him. Their blue military uniforms were already covered with blood, holes and burnt marks, but their eyes showed no fear.

"Keep talking, Sergeant." Eisenstein responded, lowering his body amidst the explosion above his head. Sergeant Cocross and his comrades also bent down. He approached Eisenstein and pointed to the battleship above. , "We can activate it and destroy the greenskins with its autocannon!"

"This trip may never return." "We know." Eisenstein looked at the people in front of him and fell silent. After a while, he nodded and pressed Sergeant Cocross's shoulder. The big hands on the shoulders of mortals seemed out of place, but now there was no sense of disobedience, "Go, we will cover you, may the emperor bless you." "May he bless you too, sir."

After saying that, Sergeant Cocross rushed out. He and his naval comrades rushed towards the direction of the battleship. The three of them were blown to pieces in the blink of an eye, but the rest did not stop.

The soldiers of the navy rushed under the iron chains restraining the battleship. They climbed up the iron chains and crawled towards the opening in the belly of the battleship. Naturally, the green skins would not allow them to pass so easily. A large amount of sparks shot out from the chain, and the flamethrower of the green-skinned war machine roared towards it.

The fire swept through the iron chain, and the scorching heat made the surface of the iron chain look like a steaming plate in an oven. Their arms were burnt to the bone, but they were still climbing up. The incomplete fingers of Sergeant Cocrosse grabbed the iron chain. , Desperately climbed up.

The flamethrower pointed at them at an elevated angle, and at the moment of firing, Eisenstein rushed up, rushed into the green skins and swung the steel rod to kill all directions. The two green skins were instantly killed. The rest turned their attention immediately, and the flamethrower lowered the muzzle, allowing them to pass through.

  Sergeant Cocross climbed into the interior of the battleship with two comrades in arms. When they arrived, their bodies were severely burned, and the skin peeled off, leaving only red tumors, but they did not stop to breathe, because the emperor's mission had not yet been completed.

Relying on their familiarity with warships of the same level in the Imperial Navy, the three of them quickly passed through the intricate structural layers of the battleship. After passing through the corridors and labyrinthine corridors, they arrived at the stairs at the end of the central ventilation avenue. The bridge is over, and the majestic Gate of the Last End stands above it.

Sergeant Cocross and the two nodded, and then prepared to go up, but at this moment a roar interrupted them, and one of them was swallowed by a **** mouth just as he turned his head, and the huge mouth began to bite, Rip his upper body to shreds.

A giant Squig fell from the sky. It jumped from the high beam. Its huge brown-red body swung in front of the last two people. The other roared, and it jumped up, and the two immediately fell to the sides.

  Sergeant Cocross rolled to his feet, and then saw more Squigs rushing from the road on both sides of the cooling chasm, their fangs gleaming in the dark, and their blood-red eyes fluttering eagerly.

   "Go and activate the bridge! I'll stop them!" The marine soldier yelled, and he rushed up before he could finish his sentence. Sergeant Cocross saw his back and stood up, "Farewell, brother."

After saying that, Sergeant Cocross turned and left. He quickly rushed up the steps in front of the bridge gate, and the navy soldier behind him rushed towards Squig. The Squigs who came up jumped, and he pulled off his clothes and pulled out dozens of detonators on his waist.

   "Long live the Emperor!"

Sergeant Cocross rushed into the gate from the stairs, and rushed along the corridor to the stairs going up. He looked back and looked back at the huge explosion outside the door. He bowed his head for a brief moment of silence, Then his eyes widened, because another Squig appeared at the door.

It was covered in burns from the explosion, and rushed in step by step. There were no other Squigs behind it, and it was extremely angry. The monster rushed up, and rushed in front of Sergeant Cocross in the blink of an eye. Immediately ran up, but the raised arm was still bitten by it.

That thing tore off Sergeant Cocrosse's entire arm. With a low growl, he reluctantly tore off the last few muscle connections on his arm, and rushed up the stairs in severe pain. Scrooge behind him also After catching up, its huge body huddled together in the corridor, and it looked like a wall with a huge mouth was rushing towards it.

Sergeant Cocross rushed into the bridge door at the end, closed the door and locked it. Squig slammed the door violently from the outside, and the door began to deform a little under the heavy impact. He knew that he had time Not much, not just this door.

Sergeant Cocross rushed to the front of the terminal. The blood from his severed arm continued to pour out and stained the operation interface. He operated the interface in front of him with one arm, which was slower than when using two hands, and he was also racing against time. , the door behind him was being knocked open, and his main artery was also bleeding at a terrifying speed.

  But the situation on the terminal is not optimistic. Many systems have been locked, and the battleship refused him. Sergeant Cocross kept switching operations on the screen with blurred eyes, listening to the continuous knocking sound of the door behind him.

"Emperor, give me one last bit of time, last... a little bit." He sat down as he spoke, and with his one arm endured the severe pain, he tore open the door under the terminal, tore a bunch of cables from it, and bit it with his teeth. Hold some of them, and then start manually adjusting the system lines in them by hand.

  His spirit is getting weaker and weaker, the world is blurred, and the blood in the main artery of his body has almost dried up.

The door behind him was also knocked open at this moment, and the Scrooge squeezed in roaring, its **** mouth roaring and swinging around, its fangs and sharp teeth howling, rushing towards Sergeant Cocross .

  He got up, climbed up the operation interface with the last bit of strength, and pressed the OK button on the unlocked interface, and the sky eagle spread its wings on it, as if saying goodbye.

  Sergeant Cocross showed a smile. He sat down by the operating platform, raised his head, looked at the **** mouth biting towards him and closed his eyes, "The Emperor."

  During that call, the systems of the battleship flickered, and the dim eye sockets of the skull at the muzzle lit up like a teardrop.

  (end of this chapter)

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