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Vol 12 Chapter 106: Above Terra (5)

The siren, which seemed to never cease, echoed in the giant's ears, interrupting his normal attempts at meditation.

He was not wearing armor and was topless. A pair of rough and old linen breeches, and a pair of cloth shoes.

This is all the clothing he has. His body was covered with all kinds of scary scars. Bruises, cuts, burns, and some bullet holes. Perhaps the most notable was a burn on his back, the scar covering his entire back. Judging by the slight sluggishness of his rise to his feet, it was clear that these apparently healed wounds weren't really.

With a grim expression, his face was hidden in the darkness. With that expression, he looked like a giant wolf who lived in isolation.

In fact, it does.

The giant pushed open the door of the shack where he had lived for fifty-five years. He had planned to live in another place after a while. However, the siren that rang through the hive had apparently put his plans in jeopardy. Going out the door, he saw a crazy sight.

The ground floor of the hive is unstable, but this rarely happens.

The smell of blood entered his nostrils, and there was a familiar smell of sulfur. He narrowed his eyes, watching the person running past him. Among them are civilians in shabby clothes, gangsters with tattoos all over their bodies and bulging waists. There are also some strangely shaped mutants, and even some suspicious people in black robes are mixed in the crowd.

The screams came one after another, and he seemed to have come to another world in an instant, a world he was familiar with.

The screams continued, and people seemed to see nightmares and ghosts.

What could make these people living in the bottom hive feel so scared?

The wolf who lived away from the group looked back, and the fire was shining into the sky. The bottom trading square not far from his residence was dyed into **** by a group of demons laughing wildly, and blood was smeared on the ground. Headless corpses, disembodied corpses...a familiar sight.

His heart throbbed for a split second—and then hatred and anger surged in him. He went back into the house and pulled out a solid iron rod from behind the door.

The giant began to walk towards hell, perhaps it should be called a march. His steps were steady and fast, holding an iron bar in one hand and standing in front of him, and one hand on his waist. Obviously, this was a habit he had left behind in the past.

He parted the crowd running towards him, and since he started, the people who had fled in terror were divided into two teams. They looked at the giant with incomprehension and doubt, as he walked towards **** without looking back.

Like a rock breaking the waves.

The giant stood silently in front of the square, and the crowd dwindled. A few bloodletters are still addicted to blood in the square. They don't care about the people who escape, they just want to kill the remaining people here. The giant stepped back with his right leg, exerted force on his waist, and suddenly threw the iron rod from his right hand- something far from being called a weapon made a harsh explosion in the air.

A bloodletter was nailed to the ground by him with this iron rod, half of its skull was pierced, and its hideous jaw was split. The iron rod sank deep into the ground, and the filthy blood of the Bloodletter and the blasphemous aura around it had twisted this mortal thing into a weird angle. But it has done what it was thrown out of.

He jumped up and landed lightly. Unarmed, but he is the deadliest weapon in his own right. The right fist swung out, hitting a bloodletting demon's throat with precision. The abominable creature, apparently unaware of the fact that it was 'dead', murmured, and took a few steps with the thirst for blood in its unpleasant eyes. It crashed to the ground.

The giant started a slaughter—he was no more efficient at killing the monsters than the bloodletter was killing the civilians. He didn't even have weapons, no armor. The blood of the demons sprayed on him, and a slight burning pain came, causing him to frown slightly.

Five minutes later, he stood up straight. The fists were still dripping dirty and smelly blood, and the twisted bodies of the bloodletters lay behind him, no longer making a sound.

However, he knew that things were far from over. The giant raised his head and looked at the dark 'sky' of the bottom nest, which was actually the upper ceiling. His superior hearing made him understand that this was not an accidental occurrence of demons summoned by a cult in the lower levels of the hive.

It was a real, demonic invasion that covered the entire hive.

I can't stay out of it.

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"Stand on the outer wall, for holy Terra!"

The company commander's roar exploded in the communication channel, with unquestionable determination and anger.

A member of the Lucifer Black Guard, young Litosis swung the crackling power sword in his hand and stabbed a low-level demon that climbed up the city wall. The **** thing looked at him with a weird smile before he died, which made Litosis feel a strange emotion beyond words in his heart.

He knew very well that it was definitely not joy. Litosis watched as its corpse fell, smashed to the ground like its equally loathsome kind. His heart was suddenly filled with anger - these **** things, how dare they defile this sacred ground with their own blood!

The battle has been going on for some time now, and these demons pouring out of the hive are trying to enter the palace. They were all wishful thinking, and Litossis dared to swear to the Emperor that unless the Lucifer Blackguards died today, absolutely no demon would be able to pass through the outer walls they guarded.

"We need support in the west! Repeat, we need support!"

West? ! He is not far from the western city wall!

Litosis looked back, his pupils shrinking sharply. The zoom function was installed inside his full-coverage helmet, and at this time, he could clearly see what happened on the west wall. A demon different from other bloodletters waved the twisted blade in his hand and killed all the soldiers around five meters at once.

Their severed bodies were flying in the air, and the monster's body was covered with blood and internal organs. It growled in enjoyment, a long tongue sticking out of its ugly, toothed mouth, sucking blood from the ground.

Sadness, anger. But Litosis did not let these emotions cloud his next judgment.

Without any hesitation, he immediately took off the cluster grenade on his waist, took off the insurance, and threw it out after pressing the 'three seconds' button. His training did not fail him, the cluster grenade swept a perfect parabola and landed on the western city wall. The once spotless and luxurious golden city walls have been smeared with the blood and corpses of the defenders.

The cluster grenade exploded a second later, and the flames engulfed the demon's body. Litosis heard a scream, and he quickly looked back at the bottom of the city wall. It was good, they were still a while away from climbing to the dangerous distance. So he pulled out the bolt gun from his waist and started firing in the direction where the scream came from.

Several other soldiers, like him, did the same. The demon fell off the city wall with a scream, and Litossis hoped that it would be dead. The young soldier cursed fiercely, and the company commander's voice resounded on the communication channel again: "Pay attention to the western city wall! The third row, send twenty people to the western city wall!"

"Hold on, brothers! He's watching us, and he's in the palace! We have to hold on to the walls, here's Holy Terra!"

Needless to say, company commander, we all know about this, and it didn't take long for the light and rain to pass.

Litossis shifted the muzzle and continued to pull the trigger. Bolter firepower is deadly, and even the caliber they use is enough to blast a giant blood hole in these demons. They roared unwillingly on the ground, and Litossis looked at them with a sneer and an insulting gesture.

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice entered their communication channel. It sounds cold and rough, like two stones rubbing against each other: "This is the first Dalian of the Empire Fist, and we are about to advance from Lionsgate Star Harbor to the Imperial Palace."

"You heard it, boys! Hold your ground, his angels are coming!"

Lysander listened to the high roar of the commander of the Lucifer Black Guard in the communication channel, and nodded approvingly. He is the company commander of the first Dalian of the Imperial Fist, which is also known as the 'Emperor's Shield', a title full of glory that they earned themselves. No one disputes this.

In other words - in the first Dalian, there are all elites.

"Company commander, do you want to use Terminator armor?" The technical sergeant asked angrily in their internal communication channel, and from him came the screams of several demons.

"No, we have to travel light and get to the outer walls of the palace as quickly as possible. The situation there is not optimistic."

Lysander rejected him without hesitation~www.NovelMTL.com~ If anyone else, 80% would agree to use Terminator armor. Unlike Lysander, who learned from countless lessons the dangers of conceit and the need for prudence and modesty. As a result, he has the flexibility that is rare in the Sons of Dorne, and will never kill all enemies along the way to show his strength.

"However, company commander, there are still many Imperial people being attacked by them along the way..." The technical sergeant still didn't give up the idea of ​​using the Terminator, but Lysander had lost interest in explaining it. With a click, he buckled his harness and put on his helmet. A voice that became even more terrifying rang in the ears of the technical sergeant.

"Could it be that the rest of the Empire's troops are for dry food? Do you think the Ultramarines and those gallant astral forces can't handle this **** thing?"

He said sternly, raising the power sword at the same time, pointing to the far away Taranis knight mecha who was fighting and killing the enemy: "There is a limit to the pursuit of honor, killing all enemies will not add to your glory. Completing the mission is the first priority! Now, the whole company is marching, and we must rush to the outer wall as quickly as possible!"

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