Chapter 536: Battle of Archives 2

Chapter 536 Battle of the Archives-2

"The throne is above, charge!"

Sura shouted to the back immediately after the last battle sister appeared.

Several battle sisters with strong fighting desire just wanted to take a step, but found that the Astartes had already crossed the corner.

This is not that Sura gave up hiding, but from the moment this sentry post was taken, the enemy's fixed patrols would return on time.

And in the case that more than 30 enemies will definitely return, Sura would rather kill them when their backs are facing him!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In a dynamic vision similar to slow motion, Sura raised the bolter in his hand and fired the woodcutting gun at the end of the opposite corridor.

And the patrols in the open space were still subconsciously looking for the source of the gunshot.

The two Astartes beside him had already passed Sura's position, pressed the bolter to their waists, and started their most familiar stepping barrage!

This is the art of precision and killing, and it represents the wrath of Terra and the Emperor!

The short and cold barrage flashed across the eyes of the nuns in the back.

But before they found their position, a shrill alarm sounded from the depths of the opposite position.

The red tracer bullets of the logging gun swept from the high point hidden in the rear!

And in the open door at the end of the corridor, there were already overlapping figures of the rebels!

What to do? Both positions exceeded the firepower coverage limit of the battle sisters, and they had never faced such a battlefield environment.

In previous battles, the battle sisters either stayed in the fortress, and endured and exchanged the lives of the enemies with their bravery and faith;

Or at the beginning of the siege, they had already rushed to the enemy in the battle cry of the discipline sisters!

What to do? The battle sisters' brains were still down, and the gunshots of the Astartes had sounded again.

"Pay attention to the continuous barrage!" Sura's voice sounded in the communication channel.

On the squadron command system in the helmet, the ammunition counters of the two Astartes responsible for fire suppression have returned to zero!

"3 seconds, 41 targets, no misses, 18% overlap of trajectory"

The red attack information feedback passed by the corner of Sura's eyes, and he just glanced at it and continued to invest in the next battlefield.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He and the other two Astartes once again passed their previous comrades in the posture of firing sideways.

After the initial ballistic statistics were automatically issued, their firepower efficiency was improved again!

In this wave of attack, most of the enemy's main body has fallen.

Except for a few Ogryn giants who relied on their tenacious vitality and survived under the dual protection of heavy shields and armor, there were no enemies who could stand in their sight.

But the crowd behind has already shown signs, and the noisy and turbid shouts echoed in this originally sacred building.

Sura's eyes slightly contacted his comrades, and he led the team to stride forward!

Without the support of the firepower hands, the Ogryn shield guards did not even survive a round of attacks from the long swords in the hands of several people.

And Sura, who was stepping on the corpses of these giants, saw the crowd that had already surged in front of him, and was more determined to fight quickly. At the same time, he ordered the battle sisters behind:

"Follow up! Follow up! Keep an eye on her! Pay attention to your flanks!"

"Three seconds! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

"Two seconds!"

"One second!"

"In the name of the Emperor!"

Sura roared, and at the moment when the power armor pumped hormones into his body, he swung his long sword and strode forward!

The Astartes on both sides of him did the same.

When facing the surging corpse tide, they tacitly gave each other a distance. Then, led by Sura, a bloody storm was rolled up in the corpse tide!

"Kill!"

The battle sisters followed closely behind, following the defense line held up by the Astartes in front, and used their two-handed chain saw swords to clean the edges of the two wings.

In the center of this small team against the backdrop of the corpse tide were two battle sisters and Padilla, who was unconscious in their arms.

"Kill!" The blood-soaked sword swept again, and Sura's other hand had just been put down.

At the corner of the floor in the distance, the figure of the rebel sniper had just appeared, and this Astarte, who was creating pieces of corpses around him, had already raised the bolter on his leg.

And this was just his fighting instinct, his mind was no longer here at this time.

The architectural structure diagram of the archives was being displayed on the eyepiece of the helmet by the servo on his power armor.

Since the sprint just started, their team has walked nearly five kilometers of bloody road from the porch.

"Left front! 50 meters! Prepare to adjust the formation!"

Sura retreated from the spearhead position of the team, and his comrades beside him took over tacitly.

The terrain ahead is not that special. They have just experienced something more difficult to capture than this one.

But as the number of levels in the archives increases, the battlefield intelligence he obtained from the Anti-foreign Order is becoming invalid.

All the information in the archives in the Inquisition comes from the reports of galaxy-level spies. But even this information only shows the current ten levels.

Going down further, his information will become invalid.

And this means that the Astartes are about to lose their geographical advantage over the enemy and officially enter an unknown combat area!

"How is her condition?"

Sura asked the sisters of the War City behind him during the battle.

And from the lack of response behind him, Padilla is obviously not awake.

But the problem is that the key of the dead heretic inquisitor Wilkins is a secret known only to Padilla himself.

Entering the archives and then finding the database that can match the key is information that only this living saint knows.

What to do? Cold!

Sura complained in his heart, but the sword in his hand was still swinging.

Although fighting with supernatural powers is rare, Sura has seen it before.

And those who possess "supernatural powers" often have more "uncertainty" than ordinary people.

"Keep moving forward!"

Sura shouted loudly, and then exchanged positions with his comrades in the spearhead position in the next moment.

He still maintained his mentality and used his stable emotions to support the morale of the entire team.

And under his helmet that no one could see, his eyes were already paying attention to the remaining ammunition and the remaining physical limit of the entire team after high-intensity continuous combat...

"Be prepared for the worst..." Sura thought to himself.

And when the team broke through to the predetermined corner, he and his teammates began to separate tacitly.

The two Astartes on the left began to stop and defend the nuns behind them;

Sura and the other three quickened their pace and cleared the threats on the stairs and the next floor before the two nuns holding Padilla entered the stairs.

Boom!

A red light flashed, and then the sound of a focused laser piercing the air came belatedly.

The two Astartes warriors in charge of the end were preparing to follow the team down the stairs.

And this sneak attack hidden in the complex structure of the building, one of the Astartes subconsciously covered his neck.

The fighting nuns beside him witnessed this scene, but had no time to care and ask.

Looking at the eyes of the other Astartes, the warrior just shook his head slightly, then gritted his teeth and pressed the emergency treatment hormone in the armor.

No one spoke, and no one stopped.

But the injury of this warrior had been noticed by Sura who was fighting in the front.

In the team status logo, the soldier's neck armor and clavicle were occupied by scarlet disability logos.

Although this dangerous sign only flashed for a moment, it was immediately covered by the treatment of the power armor.

But the appearance of this situation itself is a signal, a dangerous signal that Sura clearly knows that the margin of error and time left for this team is already very little...

"Emperor's blessing!" Sura whispered in his heart. This was his tenth thought in his service in the Death Watch, and it was also the time he agreed with the Lord of the Watch here after arriving in the Hazy Star Region.

This was the last mission he undertook in his service plan here.

As long as he finished this battle, he could return to his birthplace, Macragge, with peace of mind, carrying the shoulder armor that represented honor, seniority, dedication, and nobility.

"Emperor's blessing..." Sura prayed again.

And just when the footsteps of this fateful team just stepped into the bottom floor of the archives.

With a slight groan, the "living saint" who had been in a coma finally opened his eyes slowly after feeling some kind of stimulation...

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