Chapter 336: The Rise of the Primarch: Hive Guerrillas

The Chaiyetolov Coffee Shop, located in the upper and middle levels of the Moscow Hive, is a famous leisure resort with exquisite decorations, comfortable seats and more delicious coffee. It is a place of entertainment and leisure for elegant people in the upper nest. Imperial officials from the upper nest and the noble children who have nothing to do all day here will come here in the evening of a day to drink coffee and watch the sunset of Terra from here with beautiful girls.

It is a kind of romantic and elegant life, an elegant life unique to the upper nest. The reason is very simple. After all, it is only here in the entire huge hive that you can see the sun and blue sky on the top of the hive that soars into the clouds.

The Chaiyetolov Coffee Shop is an excellent viewing spot. It is on the edge of a huge disc platform. There are no tall buildings and statues blocking its view. The blue sky and white clouds can be seen from the wide windows next to the booths here. The towering upper nest city also ensures that the factories and life exhaust below will not block the bright sunshine.

For example, it is like this now. The bright sunlight shines into the side booth of the Chaiyetolov Coffee Shop from the window. On both sides of the purest, exquisite and expensive solid wood square table, the sunlight shines on the soft and comfortable seat cushions, and at the same time, through the pure gold angel logo on the table, it is refracted on the wall decorated with exquisite candles.

There is a golden lark statue hanging on it. The bird spreads its wings and flutters vividly in the sun. Its feathers reflect golden light, just like a broken piece. It is really broken.

Really, it is broken. The golden lark wall sculpture was broken into pieces by the flying bullets. The golden fragments were all scattered in the air. The tiny reflective fragments sparkled in the sunlight, just like a piece of gorgeous stardust.

They fell in the sunlight projected into the coffee shop from the window, and the tiny gold powder was scattered by a figure rushing past on one side. The debris began to fly around the entire store, and the figure who stirred up the chaos lowered his body and ran quickly in the coffee shop.

He carried a rocket launcher on his back and ran quickly between the booths and the high chairs on the side of the bar. He had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery here and look at the blue sky outside the window, because if you stop now, all you can see from the window is a floating Valkyrie and the machine gun shells it fired.

Silva, wearing a black uniform and a helmet with countless bullet marks on it, ran quickly through the coffee shop with fragments flying from gunfire and artillery. On his side, outside the windows that can see the magnificent blue sky of Terra, a Valkyrie is passing quickly in the air outside the hive building.

It flew horizontally outside the building complex, with the thrusters on both sides spitting fierce flames downward, pushing the huge fighter plane to slide steadily and parallel outside the window, and as it moved past, a series of Vulcan machine gun shells were fired at it.

The entire coffee shop was hit by wood chips flying everywhere, and the exquisite wooden furniture and the golden statues decorated with them were shattered and exploded under the bombardment. Large pieces of debris were splashed everywhere along with the coffee cups, glass trays and high-heeled glass residues that were hit everywhere, especially the glass fragments, which made Silva's helmet jingle.

The young Silva grabbed the rocket launcher strap on his chest with one hand, jumped over the round table in front of him that was blocking the way, and the moment he rolled over, the wooden table was hit into exploding wood residue.

Silva rushed through the coffee shop that was hit by heavy gunfire and debris flew everywhere. He stopped suddenly at the end of the side yard. The rocket launcher on Silva's back was thrown out because of the sudden brake. He completely ignored the pain of the rocket launcher hitting the side of his thigh after it was thrown out like a meteor hammer.

Silva's nerves were excited, so excited that he had ignored the pain. Although it was not known whether he drank too much coffee in the coffee shop or because of the machine guns whistling by the side, he was full of energy anyway.

He looked at the balcony door decorated with colorful shutters in front of him, and Silva turned his head and yelled at the coffee shop bombed by machine guns, "Toulouse! Hurry up, you dog! We and others are about to be smashed!"

"Thanks for the reminder, do I look like I don't know?" Toulouse, who was carrying a canvas backpack behind him, slid and dodged between the bullets that swept past him. He slid a long distance on the crystal floor of the marble paved in the coffee shop, and then came to Silva all of a sudden.

"Then hurry up, let's go and shoot down the flying flies!" Silva jumped eagerly. He turned and rushed to the balcony door behind him while Toulouse was still climbing up. The young soldier knocked the door open with one shoulder. The exquisite double-opening door hit the door frame on both sides because of the rough opening method, and the colored glass also crackled and vibrated.

Silva totally ignored the exquisite stained glass window that he almost broke, which might be worth more than him. He rushed onto the narrow curved balcony and looked at the Valkyrie that was whizzing past him. Silva leaned on the handrail of the balcony and looked at the Valkyrie, which was flying horizontally on the pedestrian street on one side of the coffee shop and was firing its machine guns at the Imperial soldiers on the plane.

The Valkyrie hovering outside the high-rise building of the hive city ruthlessly bombarded the entire street. The shops on it were smashed into pieces by the artillery fire. The guards holding guns on the street hurriedly dodged everywhere. Many people were hit by the machine guns that swept through like a rainstorm and were shattered to pieces while dodging.

"Toulouse! Rocket!" Silva roared and took off the rocket launcher on his back. He carried the rocket launcher and aimed it at the Valkyrie hovering in front of him. The protruding balcony under his feet was thousands of feet high, but Silva was obviously facing the Valkyrie here without fear. She only needed to turn around to smash him and the balcony and then fall to the bottom of the towering hive city.

Toulouse behind Silva strode onto the balcony. He turned down his backpack and quickly pulled out a rocket from it. Toulouse skillfully inserted it into the rear launch slot of the rocket launcher. As the rocket rolled in, the launch compartment quickly closed and locked.

"It's ready! Aim, we only have one!" Toulouse patted Silva's shoulder and shouted at the top of his voice. He had to be so loud, otherwise he couldn't suppress the whistling wind in the sky above the hive. Of course, there was also the roaring Valkyrie.

But I don't know if it was because Silva didn't hear clearly, or simply didn't listen to Toulouse's words. He grabbed the front half of the "It's ready" and pulled the trigger.

He quickly fired a rocket, and the whistling warhead shot at the Valkyrie, and then flew past the upper side of its fuselage very smoothly. Except for wiping off the paint on its dark gray fuselage, it didn't cause any damage.

"Silva! You idiot! I told you to aim and shoot! You missed the target!" Toulouse grabbed Silva's shoulder and yelled. The missile that had just been fired obviously attracted the attention of the Valkyrie. The gray fighter plane slowly turned around, and its roaring machine gun also turned towards the two people on the balcony in the air.

"We are going to be smashed!" "Nonsense! I know! Reload!" Silva roared and Toulouse behind him quickly took out a rocket from the canvas bag. He stood up and held the rocket next to Silva, almost yelling at his ear, as if he was afraid that he would grab half of it and run again.

"This is the last one! Damn it, if you miss, we're screwed!" "Shut up! Put that damn thing in! Hurry up!"

Silva also yelled at the top of his voice while carrying the rocket launcher and aiming at the Valkyrie that was turning. Its rotating machine gun muzzle was already aimed at Silva and Toulouse on the balcony. In this lightning moment, Toulouse loaded the last rocket into the rocket launcher. With the bolt closed, Silva pulled the trigger without thinking.

The whistling rocket flew towards the Valkyrie with a white tail flame. The Valkyrie exploded in the next moment. One of its wings was hit by the rocket and torn off. The thrusters under the wing also exploded in a chain reaction in the explosion, causing the fighter to fall directly to the bottom of the nest with black smoke.

Silva looked at the Valkyrie spinning and falling below and raised his arms in cheers. He raised the rocket launcher in his hand and cheered, "Great! See what I said? I said that we can definitely complete the commander-in-chief's order."

Toulouse looked at Silva in front of him. He straightened his helmet that was crooked due to a series of high-intensity exercises. He was about to say something when his eyes widened. He pointed at something behind Silva, "You might as well reconsider your conclusion just now."

Silva turned his head and looked behind him in surprise. In front of him, another Thunderhawk flew up. The Thunderhawk, which was a circle larger than the Valkyrie, suddenly took off from under the balcony. Behind it were two brand-new Valkyries. The beautiful, glittering explosive machine gun in the sun was aimed at the two people on the balcony.

Silva's arms collapsed in silence. He rolled his eyes and said in a frustrated tone, "Damn it, isn't it?"

Yes, the Thunder Eagle responded to Silva with a roaring explosive machine gun. If it weren't for Toulouse grabbing his collar and pulling him into the coffee shop at the last moment, Silva would have followed the balcony that was blown away and turned into a burning spark in the bright blue sky of Terra.

Toulouse dragged Silva into the balcony door, but the two had no chance to breathe. The Thunder Eagle suspended in the air behind them roared quickly, and a series of explosive bombs hit from outside the door. The whistling penetrating explosive bombs directly collapsed the side wall of the entire coffee shop.

The two rushed past the side of the coffee shop with a howl. Fortunately, their speed was quite fast. They didn't slack off in physical training in the academy. Otherwise, the two of them would have collapsed into the clear sky below the city with the entire coffee shop built outside the nest city, almost suspended in the air thousands of feet high.

The two unlucky guys ran out of the coffee shop's door and onto the street. The coffee shop behind them collapsed directly under the roaring bombardment of the Thunder Eagle. The foundation of the shop completely collapsed, and the entire building instantly slid outward and collapsed, falling into the sky outside the city.

Silva leaned against the street and looked at the collapsed building, but he had no time to sigh. The pedestrian street where he was standing was immediately bombarded by heavy artillery fire. The entire street was super-doubled by two flying Valkyries. The commercial shops on the street that had not been destroyed before were all destroyed.

Silva stood at the edge of the street. He looked at the Valkyrie cannons in front of him that were constantly firing into the inside of the street. All the shop glass and the goods displayed in them were shattered into pieces, and the Guards soldiers hiding in them had no time to dodge. They were also beaten into explosive blood bombs.

Not only that, the two Valkyries gradually approached the side of the pedestrian street amid fierce fire. He opened his terminal hatch, stopped the fire, turned around and pointed the hatch in the direction of the pedestrian street. Almost immediately, there was Squadrons of Traitor Astra Militarum soldiers jumped from it.

These traitors, wearing black breastplates with Chaos blasphemous symbols hanging or engraved on their bodies, laughed ferociously. Once they landed, they completely ignored their legs that were hurt when they jumped from a height of two to three meters. The moment he almost landed, he stood up, picked up the long and short weapons in his hands, and started fighting with the guards on the street.

The eye-catching red light of the laser gun instantly shone on the road. With the roaring Valkyrie behind them, the traitors suppressed the shops on one side of the pedestrian street and the guards at the corner. The Imperial soldiers were hit by the fierce fire from above. He could barely lift his head, the walls and all the surrounding displays were shattered and scattered under the gunfire.

Silva looked at the traitors in that direction. One of the traitors also noticed Silva. He raised the laser gun in his hand and aimed it in Silva's direction.

Fortunately, Toulouse behind him reacted quickly and grabbed Silva by the collar and pulled him back to the corner of the pedestrian street, otherwise he would have been shot in the head.

Toulouse threw Silva into the inner wall of the store on one side. After possessing the body to avoid the incoming laser beam, he immediately opened his gun and opened fire. The laser gun with the mark of loyalty penetrated him with one shot. The traitor's head crashed to the ground, but it also attracted the attention of the other traitors who landed beside him.

Those crazy traitors immediately divided into several people and opened fire in the direction of Toulouse. Now Toulouse could only hide behind the outer wall, hiding around the corner with Silva, his fellow sufferer.

Silva glanced at the corner of the wall that was reddened by the laser beam and where fragments of bricks and tiles were still flying around. He huddled in the corner and stretched out his head like a kitten. He glanced outside, and then was hit back by a roaring laser beam before he could take a second glance.

Silva squatted behind the wall. He smiled bitterly and took out the walkie-talkie from his waist and pressed the communication button. "Well, Commander-in-Chief, we may have some bad news."

"How many?" A majestic but unusually calm voice came from the walkie-talkie. After hearing this, Silva stretched out his head and looked outside again. This time he saw a scene that was even more cardiac arrest.

The Thunderhawk also came closer, and three Iron Warriors traitor space warriors jumped directly out of the huge cabin. Their huge bodies crashed to the ground, directly trampling the carefully laid marble floor of the pedestrian street.

As soon as the Space Marine landed, he immediately pulled out his bolter with his backhand and blew something up. Silva didn't want to see what it was, so Silva with a wry smile retreated behind the wall. He sat down by the thunder. The walkie-talkie was raised around the corner with various crazy suppressions of shooting guns.

"It's nothing serious. We were suppressed by a few enemy planes, and a group of mortal rebel soldiers jumped out from the opposite side. Oh, and there were three traitor Astartes from the Iron Warriors. They looked pretty fierce."

"It's not over yet. We have run out of rockets, and we have no heavy weapons or explosives." Toulouse, who was leaning against the wall, added in a very "timely" manner. Silva pointed at him with his finger, and then helplessly With a wry smile, he brought the intercom close to his mouth, allowing his voice to be heard above the deafening sounds of gunfire and gunfire outside.

"There's one more side story. We have no chance of attacking in the air or on the ground. I'm looking at the fire sticks we have in our hands to entertain the traitors and see if we can make them laugh to death."

"Well I don't think this plan is reliable. The Iron Warriors are as unsmiling as the Sons of Dorne. They might not find it funny and die laughing."

The other end of the walkie-talkie spoke in agreement with the second half of the joke. Silva sat in the corner and looked at the walkie-talkie in front of him with a wry smile, listening to the rather young voice, "So, Commander-in-Chief, what should we do now? Why don't we try to pray to the Emperor, call him and ask him to give us a blessing, for example, let Toulouse's laser gun shoot through three Astartes or something like that."

"If possible, I would also like a suit of power armor, and give me a bolter. I also want to kill everyone like the Astartes."

"Do you think this is a self-service vending machine?" the voice on the intercom said, and at the same time there was a strong wind.

"What should we do? Boss." Silva sat in the corner and asked with a serious face, just like the paralyzed expression he had every time Cullen threw him into the solitary room.

“We’ll get our own takeout.”

The giant standing on the roof of the shop on one side of the pedestrian street said to the communicator with flashing light spots on the neck of his armor. After speaking, he twirled the huge spear in his hand with one hand, and then stepped on the edge of the roof. Jumped down all of a sudden.

The golden figure suddenly fell to the ground. He landed in the middle of the street like a falling meteor. The mortal traitors holding guns all turned their heads to look at the huge figure among them. The one wearing golden armor, A tall figure wearing a red robe.

"Banned!" The first traitor who saw him shouted loudly, but before he could finish his words, he was cut in half by the whistling lightning blade. The traitor's body was cut off in an instant, and the laser gun in his hand also exploded. The energy magazine of the gun was hit by a blade, and then it quickly overloaded and exploded.

The red laser beam exploded instantly, and the golden armored guard rushed past the side of the fire at a rapid speed. His speed was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he rushed through a group of mortal traitors. All the rebel star soldiers he passed by were beheaded or neatly cut off from different angles.

Among the fallen corpses, the golden lightning killed the Iron Warrior in the blink of an eye. The Iron Warrior standing on the edge of the pedestrian street immediately turned his head and found the Emperor's Guard who suddenly appeared and then killed like golden lightning. He was alone, spinning the spear in his hand, and rushed like Zhao Zilong who entered and exited the enemy's formation three times in ancient Terra.

The Iron Warrior immediately turned his bolter and fired at him, but the bolt whizzed out of the muzzle but didn't hit the golden guard at all. He dodged the bullet at close range by turning sideways, and then turned around and stabbed with the red battle robe on his shoulders.

The tip of the lightning spear pierced the Iron Warrior's neck directly, and the Iron Warrior, who was wearing a power armor without any decoration, color or ornaments, was killed in the blink of an eye. Even the flame of the bolt he just fired had not yet dissipated at the muzzle, but the guard killed him faster than the bullet.

The Iron Warrior fell to the ground with a bang, and his brother beside him swung the power sword to slash at the guard, but the latter had already drawn his spear in an instant, and before the steel and black blood fell to the ground, he attacked at a speed that even the enhanced superhuman senses of Astartes could not catch.

The power spear rushed out like a dragon, and the spear head flashing with blue lightning almost broke the speed of sound, directly hitting the air with a sonic boom that resounded through the sky. The roaring spear head directly pierced the lower side of the Iron Warrior's arm, and his entire arm was pierced by the lightning spear.

The imperial guard let go of the spear handle, then turned around on the spot, pulled out the spear at the moment when the red robe was flying, and then suddenly shot out a spear with one arm and stabbed the third Iron Warrior. His abdominal armor was pierced, and his entire torso was directly pierced by the spear. Blood spurted out from the gap in the power armor like a collapsed dammed lake.

The golden armor guard immediately drew back the spear, rotating the spear handle like a windmill at high speed and hitting the side of the head of the sword-wielding Iron Warrior. His power armor helmet was instantly broken by the heavy blow of the spear handle that hit him rapidly, and the red glass of the eye burst out, exposing the gray-green eye underneath.

While the sword-wielding Iron Warrior was unable to gain a firm foothold, the Imperial Guard turned back to his lance and spun it back at high speed. The power lance slid from his shoulder to his other hand. The Imperial Guard grabbed the lance handle that slipped from his shoulder with his left hand, and then stabbed it directly through the head of the Iron Warrior whose abdomen was pierced.

The roaring power lance head directly penetrated the entire helmet, and the Iron Warrior's face collapsed downwards, and as the lance head protruded from the back of his head, it exploded like a watermelon smashed by a mallet.

The Emperor's Imperial Guard strode forward, and as the Iron Warrior fell to the ground helplessly, he pulled out the bolt pistol hanging on his waist, and then shot the last one still standing with a backhand shot. The lance hit the traitor's head hard, and now he didn't need to worry about the headache.

After killing three Iron Warriors, the Imperial Guards did not stop, but strode to the edge of the pedestrian street. Silva and Toulouse, who were hiding on the side, did not even see what had just happened. They only saw the Imperial Guards rush to the edge of the street, and then jumped out directly on the edge of the platform.

"Fuck!" Silva stood up in surprise, his eyes wide open and watching the series of events that followed in disbelief.

The Imperial Guards raised the Iron Warrior's grenade launcher in his hand at the moment he jumped to a height of ten thousand feet, and swung his hand to directly shatter the driving window glass of a Valkyrie floating outside the street. Although the tempered glass can block most bullets and direct shots from laser guns, it is completely unable to block a direct shot at such a close distance.

The glass of the driving window was shattered by a shot, and a large amount of blood instantly spurted out from behind the broken cracks. As the driving window was stained red with blood, the Valkyrie also lost control and spun at high speed and hit the wall on the side, and fell directly to a height of ten thousand feet after the explosion.

In the fire of the explosion, the Imperial Guard jumped directly into the cabin of the Valkyrie in the direction he was facing. He landed in the cabin door accurately. The crew members who were still in the cabin and the traitors who did not jump out were shocked. They looked at the Imperial Guard who broke in directly and were killed before they even had time to make any screams.

The Imperial Guard in the narrow cabin lowered his body, swept the cabin with a gun, and killed the traitors who were shocked and helpless in the cabin like cutting melons and vegetables. Their bodies were neatly broken by the sweep of the spear head. The golden armored guard only shot once, and there was no living person standing in the entire cabin.

The Imperial Guard bent over, looked around and quickly found the weapons box against the side of the cabin. He stretched out his huge palm to open the box and took a peek at the contents inside. There were rows of rocket launchers placed in the weapons box. These must have been used by these traitors to attack the defenders occupying the buildings in the hive street fighting.

The Forbidden Army snorted with satisfaction, then closed the box and grabbed it. Holding it in his huge hand, the boxes were held in his hands like building blocks, but the Forbidden Army remained. I picked up the last box, a box at the bottom with a warning sign indicating danger and explosion.

"Thank you for the express delivery. Goodbye now!" The young and energetic Imperial Guard cheered, then kicked his legs back and jumped out of the cabin. He raised his bolter and shot the last box left. , the box was exploded in an instant, and the explosion tore the entire fighter plane apart from the inside.

The Valkyrie exploded in an instant, and the fuselage spread out in all directions and fell to the surrounding land. The Imperial Guard jumped backwards, backflips from the air, and suddenly fell back to the pedestrian street, and landed exactly where he jumped out. It can be said that, Come and go as you please.

The golden-armored guard flipped backwards and landed on the pedestrian street. He stood up holding the weapon boxes and looked in front of him. The last Thunder Eagle quickly flew over, spraying propelling flames and hovering in front of the guard. , the bomb cannon hanging below was aimed at the Forbidden Army with a roar.

The Emperor's Guardsman held the spear in his backhand. He faced the Thunder Eagle, but suddenly the Thunder Eagle exploded. The gray Thunder Eagle branded with the Iron Warriors logo exploded into a cloud of sparks in the air. The Imperial Guard watched the bloom. flames, eyes following the black shadow flying past.

The black shadow was also a Thunderhawk. A golden Thunderhawk roared past the outside of the pedestrian street. It had no intention of stopping at all. Instead, after blowing up the Iron Warriors' fighter plane with just a little effort, it flew without slowing down at all. Toward the edge of the skyline.

The golden-armored guard stood up with a slight smile. He thrust the spear into the ground, and the tip of the spear sank deeply into the marble floor. The golden-armored guard opened his power armor with a backhand. The battle helmet with long tassels and horsehair was tucked under his arm. Under the helmet, a face that was quite young among the Forbidden Army was revealed.

"Thank you!" He waved the battle helmet in his hand and shouted to the Thunder Eagle. His long tassel floated left and right with the dance of the battle helmet. The golden armored guard laughed and put his hands on his hips. Behind him, Silva and Tu Ruth came closer, and all the guards came out of the shops on the street.

Everyone looked at the invincible golden-armored Forbidden Army. The young Forbidden Army soldier also turned his head and smiled, leaving several ammunition boxes in his hand on the ground. After the box fell to the ground, the mouth of the box was shaken open by the impact. , the rocket launcher and accompanying ammunition contained in it rolled out.

Silva stepped on one of the rolling rocket launchers with his foot and looked at the imperial army in front of him with a surprised expression, "This is what you are doing."

"Get the express. It's free to have it delivered to your door. Now the problem is solved, everyone! Get these things and let's go fly some more planes."

The young Imperial Guard laughed and put his spear on his shoulder, and walked towards the side of the pedestrian street. He whined and raised his palm holding the helmet and cheered. He seemed to be in a good mood.

"What should we do now? Commander-in-Chief." Toulouse walked up from Silva, carrying a gun and looking at the Forbidden Army soldier with his hands on his hips and a bright smile on his face.

"I like this title, Commander-in-Chief? Ha! Master Trajan also said that I am too young to command a battle? Hahaha! Take them all, let's attack a few more planes and bring them down to Commander Trajan and Ah Patton, listen up!" The Forbidden Army smiled and walked to the end of the street. Behind him, Silva and Toulouse looked at each other and shrugged with a smile, and then picked up the rocket launcher from the ground.

The surrounding guards all came closer, and the two young soldiers gave them the bazookas in the box. Soon everyone had a bazooka in their hands and followed the "Commander-in-Chief" of the Forbidden Army to the next one. battlefield.

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In the cab of the golden Thunderhawk whizzing by, Bell held the driving joystick and turned it slightly, returning the side plane fuselage of the Thunderhawk that had just put on the combat gear and whizzed past, and soon, with the operation feeling With a few rotations, the flight system quickly returned the flying raptor to its proper position.

With the action of the vector nozzle, everything outside the cockpit window of the fighter jet returned to the normal angle, instead of the strange angle measured from the incline. And as the posture of the fighter jet was corrected, the cockpit door immediately opened to both sides. Love Sunstein climbed in from the cockpit.

"What just happened? I heard gunfire and explosions." The company commander walked into the cab and asked, while Bell on the driver's seat in front of him reached out and quickly clicked between the left and right driver's seats, placing it in the center of the operating platform lock button on electronic display.

With Bell's click, the red artillery icon was immediately locked by the green chain icon, "Nothing, I just found a few enemy planes besieging a street on the upper level of the hive city when I was flying. I helped them put the last one down with a little effort. Just destroy the enemy plane."

"But I just seemed to see the appearance of the Forbidden Army. I think that is the "Commander-in-Chief" that Cullen mentioned. This title is probably self-proclaimed. Although it is a bit exaggerated, he seems to be leading the guards to hold the position."

Eisenstein nodded slightly. He walked behind Bell and put one hand on the back of his seat. "It seems that Commander Trajan sent some of the Imperial Guard squads to various places to assist in fighting the guards commanding various places. It’s a smart move.”

"I remember you were against it at first, right? Captain, you were against dispersing the elite guards, and thought they should be concentrated to protect the palace and the emperor himself." Bell said, and after a series of operations, he sat back in the driver's seat. He held the joystick with both hands and drove the Thunderhawk across the endless hive city of Terra.

Those cities that were once the most magnificent and prosperous cities of all mankind are now only fragments of ruins below, rolling darkness rises from them, gunfire echoes in all corners, and the remaining ground-based anti-aircraft firepower releases powerful firepower at the sky.

Bell looked through the cockpit window at the red light that lit up in the distance. It was the beam of a heavy ground-based turbo cannon. He had to be careful of the orbital weapons that were still firing. Bullets don't have eyes, and orbital lasers don't have eyes either, and they won't give you any reaction time. As long as you are hit by mistake, you will immediately turn into powder in the beam until you disappear.

"Indeed, but now it seems that it was the most correct decision. If the Imperial Guards had not gone to various places to help the Guards, I'm afraid all the nests would have fallen, and we would have been trapped in the palace and waited for death."

Eisenstein said without concealment. He didn't mind admitting his mistakes at all. This was his advantage. Just like his genetic father, although he was stubborn and had no emotional intelligence, he said whatever he wanted without thinking. But as long as he realized that he had made a mistake, Dorn and his sons would not hesitate to admit their mistakes without concealing them, and would not care about the so-called damage to their glory.

This is their biggest advantage over other brothers and other legions. They are sensible, humble and know how to admit and obey better people. This is particularly valuable in Terra now.

"They did help the guards a lot, as well as the residents of Terra. It's a pity that we couldn't evacuate everyone before the attack began. Too many people died in the Chaos attack, the elderly, children and women. They shouldn't have been like this."

"Your compassion is respectable, my brother. This is an exceptionally good quality. You care about others and are willing to help others, even regardless of your own safety. You haven't healed yourself until now, right?" Eisenstein said, glancing at the bullet hole on Bell's shoulder, and the latter shook his head slightly.

"The hemostatic agent built into the armor has been automatically injected. Soon the regenerated cells and muscles will squeeze out the bomb fragments. There is nothing to worry about. It's just..." Bell held the joystick and fell silent. He turned his head slightly to look at the burning land outside the window and watched silently.

Eisenstein also looked out the cockpit window at the burning city below, "Say whatever you want to say, brother, we are alone here, you don't need to be so cautious."

"We are trying to help them, ordinary people, but who will help us? Chaos' offensive will eventually break through all the nests, and the fleet in orbit will also be exhausted. What will happen after that? What should we do after that?"

"Have you lost hope, brother?" Eisenstein asked softly behind Bell, who was silent for a moment, looking at the joystick in his hand.

"No, I am Astartes, the Emperor's angel of death. I will not lose hope and despair."

"Not so, we will also lose hope, those traitors, whether they are the traitors above and below us now, or the perfidious ones who betrayed the Emperor's duties in the past years, they all lost hope and fell into the arms of Chaos. They were bewitched by Chaos because they did not see the light of hope."

Bell was silent for a moment after hearing this. He held the joystick, his eyes always buried in the cab instead of looking at the destroyed city outside the window. Abaddon said he would let Terra burn, and he did it. "Where is that light? Captain, the war is flying, the clouds are pressing, where is the light of hope?"

"Where." Eisenstein said, looking up slightly at the things outside the window, Bell also looked up in that direction, it was a light, a light that always shines, no matter how deep the darkness is, the sacred light still shines.

Bell looked at the light that illuminated the darkness. Even in the darkest depths of the galaxy, it could illuminate the light of hope there, the light of hope that hundreds of billions of humans had looked up to for millions of years.

"Come on, brother, we have to hurry up, he's still waiting for us there." Eisenstein said, patting Bell's shoulder gently, and then walked into the cabin.

"We can't let him wait too long."

"Yes, Captain."

Bell said, sitting back in the driver's seat and looking up at the burning lighthouse. He took a deep breath, as if the light had dispelled all the haze in his heart just now. He opened his eyes again, pushed the joystick with both hands, and the Thunder Eagle flew towards the towering light of hope.

The star torch standing on the snow-capped mountains, burning with the flames of the Emperor's psychic energy, was still burning under the haze of war.