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"Cease fire! Cease fire!"

Norfo roared furiously for three minutes before the soldiers stopped wasting ammunition. He wanted to get angry - you idiots who should be in solitary confinement, can't you hear your commander? Even if you can't hear it, it's clearly written in the weekly handbook of the Ministry of Military Affairs that you must not waste ammunition when you can't see the enemy!

Then he discovered that it was because of a problem with his helmet communicator that the soldiers couldn't hear what he was saying at all. The reason for the ceasefire was because they both found that the demons seemed to be retreating.

So Norfoe put the question behind him, wiped something from his face, and looked at his hands in disgust, wondering if it was sweat or blood. Or maybe a mix of the two, but Norfo was skeptical, looking at the black mass in his hand and thinking it looked like mutant shit.

"Oh shit."

The non-commissioned officer, who could no longer maintain his manners, swears a swear word, and puts the laser gun down at an angle that the technicians will definitely swear at by their ears—the barrel is down.

He couldn't take care of that much anymore, and fought for eight hours without a break. His shoulders were sore, his eyes were sore, and he even felt that there was something wrong with his airway. Norfo weakly took out a chewing sugar substitute from the upper pocket of his clothes. The young Black Guard was beside him. The two of them leaned against the fortifications together, but they did not let their guard down completely.

They did not attack again, but who knows if they will come again immediately? Litossis leaned against the fortification in a posture completely devoid of any manners or manners. He stretched out his legs and just happened to kick down a piece of the bloodletter's jaw. So I had to take out a combat dagger and pick out that thing.

Eight hours of battle, **** and bloody, indescribable. Litosis was not so terrifying in the most severe training he had ever undergone before. He saw a doctor walking towards them, he quickly pointed to a corner behind the doctor, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "We're fine! Let's take a look first. he!"

The doctor turned and ran to the soldier leaning in the corner with his head cocked, examined it carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief. They found two people, put him on a stretcher and took him away, and then turned back.

"Doctor, we don't need—"

"—It's up to you whether you need it or not." The doctor stared at him sternly through the goggles, and Litosis held back the second half of the sentence. After all, that sentence is well said. Don't offend anyone, don't offend the doctor. The doctor, dressed in a dirty white robe, carefully examined Litosis, and then Norfo, who was beside him.

Next to them, dozens of physicians are doing the same job. This is very necessary, and it is also the introduction of a new system that has been less than two hundred years old. It was brought up by a political commissar, who said that sometimes soldiers are too excited to realize they are injured or to call a doctor. Many young men died of blood loss. At his suggestion, the Ministry of Military Affairs added this rule.

It's a good thing, but it's a bit of a hassle.

While the doctor was examining Norfo, Litosis moistened his throat and spoke with his hoarse vocal cords, "What's wrong with that soldier?"

"He's so tired, he's passed out. It's not a big deal, a little nutrient solution and he'll be back to fight—hey, you, get your hands up!"

Norfolk raised his right hand reluctantly so that the physician could rub it on his arm. While he was being examined, he chewed the candy substitute, and even joked to Litosis: "You said what would happen if they hid in there and took advantage of this time to come out and attack?"

"That's the devil of Khorne, sir, they don't have that—"

Before the word 'brain' was finished, Litosis heard the sound from the darkness, and immediately lay on the fortifications and prepared to shoot. The doctor didn't even find a bolter out of nowhere, and the corner of Norfo's eyes twitched as he looked at Norfo, who was holding a laser gun.

Where do you, a doctor, get such good equipment...

They waited nervously for the creature emerging from the darkness. Will it be the harbinger of the demons' next attack? no one knows. Three minutes later, a giant walked out of the darkness, followed by a whole group of refugees.

Litosis put down his gun, and the giant seemed to be covered in mist. He seemed to be some kind of creature from ancient times, or a hero only seen in legends.

Litosis even forgot his words for a while, he knew the symptom, superhuman phobia. But I never thought it would happen to me.

He has seen many Astartes monks, why does this giant who doesn't wear armor, even the black carapace has faded, will give him such a feeling?

The giant seemed to move slowly, his strong muscles throbbing, giving Litosis an indescribable sense of horror. No humanoid creature can be so fast, so delicate, so powerful, especially when that thing is more than two meters high. His mind went blank until the giant came to him.

"I'm..." He was silent for a while, then spit out a short word, not like a name, but more like some kind of code: "Cybrus, these refugees are the survivors of the hive. . Is there a place near you where they can be placed?"

"My lord." Norfo raised his hand and said with difficulty, "Which Chapter monk are you?"

"I don't have a warband."

Cybulus said calmly, then waved to the rear of the refugees, and a crippled Praetorian soldier came over, pale, but full of tenacity. After another complicated confirmation number and exchange of side identification numbers, the refugees were examined by doctors one by one to make sure that they did not carry any contamination or lesions on their bodies.

The giant who called himself Cybulus stood by and watched without saying a word. On several occasions Norfolk tried to ask him something, but was stopped by his serious expression. After the refugees all entered the position and marched towards the Mercy Plaza behind, Cybrus spoke up.

"Where did these demons come from?" he asked, as if he had no idea what was going on here.

"Sir, the portal." Norfo made a gesture. "The previous alarm - didn't you hear it? And that..."

He gestured, and the golden figure appeared in front of him again, and his firm and powerful words: "...That one, please forgive me."

Norfo didn't know what to say, and Litossis took his words: "Fight, exorcise evil."

The young Lucifer Blackguard's expression was extremely solemn: "This is His teaching, and we should follow it. This lord, what do you think?"

interesting.

Cybulus thought, he was testing me. The giant smiled, an expression that seemed inappropriate on his cold face: "Indeed. Humans should keep their hatred of aliens and evil, and only in this way can they be better killed. We must carry Practice this way with loyalty to Him, so that you will not lose your heart."

The young black guard was obviously relieved, and Cybrus patted his shoulder and pressed down slightly. Made him feel his strength and friendliness. The giant smiled at him - at all of them, and walked out of the fortifications.

Litosis heard him speak, and the emotion in his voice changed to something deeper.

A murderous intent.

"Perhaps you should be ready, soldier, here they come."

Immediately afterwards, the disturbing whispers sounded again in the darkness.

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"Where is Frank now?"

Guilliman stared at the real-time map and the game table and asked, and an Astarte immediately answered him: "The Primarch, Lord Frank is currently on a mission near the second port."

"Second port?"

Guilliman's eyes moved on the sand table, and he quickly found the building he was completely unfamiliar with: "Damn, how did he come here? The task I assigned him is in the middle hive!"

He pointed to the distance and almost yelled, "How did he get there?!"

"My lord, the Fist of the Empire sent us a report that a tall warrior robbed them of a vehicle."

"..."

Guilliman closed his eyes, then opened them. Closed, opened again: "Give them back a car, and from now on, dial his communicator for me until he connects. This **** who doesn't have a big picture in his eyes can't help but make it happen in his mind. Only killing?!"

"While it's a pity, it probably is."

Steve, who has been sitting on the sidelines seriously deducing Terra's current situation, interjected: "The Frank I know may be a little different from this, but they look similar and have similar personalities. So, the style of behavior should be the same."

Speaking of which~www.readwn.com~ he actually smiled: "If you want me to say, Guilliman. You should throw him into the demon pile, and leave the rest to him."

"I thought you would be more stable..." Guilliman looked at Steve speechlessly. "Suggestions like this shouldn't be made, Steve, even if he doesn't take his own life seriously, neither can we. We are the commander, so we must be responsible for the lives of soldiers!"

"No, I just know him too well."

Steve shook his head. "Let's put it this way, Guilliman. Now throw us and him in hell, and it's definitely Frank Custer who survives. This hard-boiled guy..."

He laughed dumbly: "Also, I don't think I am a commander - put me on the ground too, Guilliman. The soldiers of the Astral Army lack someone who can command them in the big picture. , I happen to have a lot of experience with fighting with mortals."

Seeing his smile, Guilliman nodded.

He realized that he knew too little about these new brothers.