Amidst the flames and thick fog, Sicarius and the other loyalists strode out of their drop pods and joined the fray.
His power sword sizzled, and with a single swing, he sliced two cultists into pieces on the spot. Then, he charged towards a Plague Marine wielding a rusty bolter.
The enemy tried to fire at him, but he dodged.
Sicarius' swordsmanship was excellent, and his combat awareness was top-tier among the Ultramarines.
Empowered by his power armor, in just a few seconds, he charged through a hundred meters of enemy fire. As he closed in, he ducked to avoid the enemy's axe attack and backhanded a sword strike towards their bloated abdomen.
The entire process was clean and efficient, without any hesitation, embodying the pure aesthetics of slaughter.
The Plague Marine looked at the wound on its abdomen with a hint of disbelief. Before it could react, Sicarius delivered another sword strike.
This strike severed its head, which fell to the ground, its eyes wide.
Deprived of its head, the Plague Marine's massive body collapsed directly, making a dull thud.
Foul pus flowed out, and maggots writhed and struggled in the wound.
Sicarius held his bolter in his other hand and pulled the trigger continuously. Bolter rounds, fueled by vengeful fury, struck another traitor in the chest.
The Plague Marine's outdated armor burst open, and foul pus mixed with maggot-infested flesh splattered out.
Its flesh-covered chainsword fell to the ground. The eye on the hilt showed terror, and the grotesque mouth let out a silent scream. Without a host, the demon residing within would slowly die.
Sicarius and the other warriors charged towards the artillery positions.
"For the Lord of Ultramar!" Sicarius roared, his bolter continuously firing at the artillery pieces and Plagueburst Crawlers.
"For the Emperor, for Guilliman!"
The other warriors also let out their battle cries.
Their bolter fire caused the artillery pieces to explode. The powerful impact ignited the shells or energy modules in the barrels.
The explosions then caused the shells and energy blocks placed nearby to detonate, creating a chain reaction and resulting in an even more terrifying sea of fire and explosions.
The Plagueburst Crawlers that were not directly hit and torn apart were quickly engulfed by the flames, letting out screams within.
Soon, the enemy's artillery positions were reduced to smoking ruins.
"Primary objective complete. Now execute the secondary objective: clear them out and let us attack from the enemy's rear to support the Lord," Sicarius transmitted the message.
There were not many Plague Marines left. Most were cultists deceived by Chaos, and cowards who had sold their souls to the enemy for a few more days of life.
The cultists, armed with various weapons, swarmed towards the Space Marines in groups. Their faces were all marked with the brand of Chaos and twisted tattoos.
Sicarius showed no mercy. He swung his power sword, killing every enemy who dared to oppose him.
Whether human or Plague Marine, they were all cleanly and decisively slain by him.
The servants of Chaos fell one after another. Their fragile bodies were torn to shreds by the Space Marines' assault bolters and power weapons wielded by Sicarius and the others.
More cultists, deluded by Chaos and unafraid of death, surged from all directions.
They were replenished so quickly.
However, Sicarius and the others were fearless. Soon, the battlefield was a bloody mess, with severed limbs and scattered body parts everywhere.
His azure power armor was completely covered in blood.
The loyalists coordinated with each other, advancing steadily, forming an interlocking field of fire, killing every enemy who tried to resist them.
Soon, the bravest of the Chaos servants were all dead in battle. Only a few were still desperately charging at the Space Marines, while most knelt and begged for forgiveness.
"Please, I just want to live."
A woman knelt on the blood-soaked ground, pleading with the Angel of the Emperor before her.
"For Chaos, there is never forgiveness. Even dying twice is better than betraying the Emperor. You made the wrong choice. Your bodies will be annihilated, and your souls will be banished.
Die, you traitors."
Sicarius pulled the trigger, and the flash of flame from the bolter round was instantaneous.
The woman before him was reduced to a pile of bloody pulp by the immense impact of the bolter round.
Any mercy shown to Chaos traitors is an insult to the loyalists who have died.
The other kneeling Chaos servants met the same fate. The Space Marines either shot them with their assault bolters or attacked these traitors with their power fists and power weapons.
Soon, where the traitors had knelt, only red bloodstains and shattered corpses remained.
With the artillery positions fallen, the Plague Marines lost their anti-aircraft fire.
Stormbirds, Thunderhawks, and other aircraft suitable for the battlefield were now deployed, quickly tearing through the plague clouds and charging towards the surface to begin bombing attacks and deploying Space Marines.
Dreadnoughts, heavy tanks, Knight Titans, and Emperor Titans were also committed to the battle, unleashing even more terrifying firepower. The Plague Marines had no way to resist.
The tide of battle was quickly turned by the Space Marines led by Guilliman, and the scales of victory tipped towards humanity.
On the other side, the Plague Marines, cultists, and traitors who had poured into the fortress were carrying out their final slaughter.
Gurlok stood silently in the ruins of the fortress, like a bloated sculpture.
His armor was covered in fat plague flies, which buzzed as he moved, disturbed.
In front of him, piles of corpses were stacked up, covered in a large number of flies.
His deputy was pouring out some special plague liquid to summon the power of Nurgle.
Gurlok looked at the humans screaming in despair in the distance and smiled. "Just a little more, the ritual of the warp is about to be completed. Guilliman will find that he can do nothing. This planet belongs to Father Nurgle, and so do those selfish souls."
"Protect the civilians, get them to the west!" Jason shouted. His personal guard, armed with carbines and bolt pistols, fired at the enemy, killing the plague zombies.
Even though the defense line had fallen, Jason was prepared to die, but he did not give up and launch a suicidal attack. Instead, he did his best to protect the civilians, trying to get them to leave.
Hundreds of men and women wearing tattered and stained Imperial Guard uniforms were resisting the enemy to the best of their ability, centered around his position.
Their skin was as pale as wax, and the plague and war had left wounds and scars on their bodies.
Every man and woman knew clearly that even if they did not die on the battlefield, they would die in agony from the after-effects.
But their faces remained resolute. Even though they knew their death was imminent, they were still fearless.
"Praise Him."
During the battle, a voice filled with pain and release echoed across the chaotic battlefield.
A female soldier, tackled by a plague zombie, uttered her final prayer. Her hand pulled the pin of a high-energy grenade.
The booming explosion instantly engulfed all the zombies and traitors within a radius of over ten meters.
Countless pieces of flesh and blood splattered, like a rain of blood.
"May you rest in peace, and may the Emperor have mercy on your soul," Jason murmured to himself, his laser pistol continuing to fire at the plague corpses and cultists trying to rush him.
As he fought, he kept retreating.
"No!"
"Run, Andy, run like you used to, run like the wind!"
Amidst a child's frightened cries, an old man's pained voice reached Jason's ears.
Jason looked in the direction of the voice and saw an elderly man desperately holding onto a cultist's leg. Beside him, a little boy with his head smashed lay in a pool of blood.
A little girl was crying and stumbling forward.
Damn beasts, the enraged Jason turned his gun, shooting the cultist, and simultaneously ran over and picked up the little girl.
Jason didn't know why he was doing this. He knew clearly that even if he saved the little girl, it would only prolong her suffering.
Boom!
An explosion sounded, and the bodies of two soldiers next to Jason instantly burst apart.
Two Plague Marines appeared on the battlefield. Their bolters reaped the lives of the surviving soldiers.
As the Emperor's angels of old, their combat power was unquestionable. Ordinary people were simply slaughtered in front of them.
Accompanied by heavy footsteps, behind the two Plague Marines, a Dreadnought infected with plague flesh also followed them out.
Jason watched as the Plague Marines and the flesh-infected Dreadnought strode towards his remaining squad of soldiers, his face filled with despair.
His squad could absolutely not stop these terrifying guys.
Plague Marine: "Foolish corpse-emperor's servants, receive the gift of Father..."
Huh!
Before it could finish speaking, the Plague Marine unexpectedly saw a black shadow on the ground, and it was rapidly expanding.
Confused, it looked up, and its pupils instantly dilated.
A giant wielding a burning golden sword descended from high above and struck it with a single blow.
Before it could react, the burning golden longsword had split it from top to bottom.
"Never fear!" The giant let out a roar that was clearly audible across the entire battlefield.
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"For I am here!"