Chapter 313

"For the prince of darkness!!"

At this time, another group of heretics rushed up. The priest put his hand to the throat of another guy, lifted the little thing's feet off the ground and crushed his trachea.

Several blasts exploded around the priest, and more angels joined the hand to hand fight.

Breaking through the humble bunker, the star soldiers attacked the heretics with single molecular tooth blade chain saw sword and combat dagger.

Surprisingly, the remaining dozen heretics did not intend to give up the fight. They roared and cursed and threw themselves into the scuffle.

The dark evil god gave them the courage to face the angel of death.

But yazdan will tell them that such courage is vulnerable.

He waved his arms and smashed the skulls of mortals with his scepter, almost splitting the body.

Then he slammed his shoulder into three or four gathered heretics, hit one of them on the head, pushed it all the way to the wall, crushed the bones, and wrapped it with concrete smoke.

Then he hooked his arm and twisted the neck of the rest to ensure the killing, and then threw the paralyzed body to the ground.

When he turned around, he saw Ustad pulling his sword out of the chest of a cult, and blood, flesh and bone fragments splashed on the railing of the corridor.

"The upper channel has been cleared."

Speaking on the communication channel, yazdan approached the arch at the end of the corridor and entered the inner chamber of the cathedral.

Ustad separated the team, followed the priest himself and Memphis, and the rest waited in the corridor.

"Brother priest, you may want this."

Said Ustad, holding his blaster pistol, apparently he found it in the pile of bodies.

The priest whispered his thanks, slammed a new clip from his belt, took a quick look at the other side of the arch, and searched for the trace of the enemy.

A corridor leads to the north end of the cathedral, all the windows on the right are broken, and the half open door leads to the imperial chamber on the left.

There was no trace of the enemy here. Yazdan immediately closed the position of the scepter to save energy and nodded to his comrades in arms to move forward.

"Check and clean all rooms."

He warned his comrades in arms.

"Beware of traps. No one knows what these dirty heretics have done here."

Ustad stepped forward and kicked open the nearest door, while Memphis continued to guard the corridor.

The starfighter rushed into the room, ready to fire.

Inside, everything was turned upside down.

The lighting table and low stool were all broken, the dilapidated manuscripts were scattered everywhere, the writing tools were piled up under the broken door of a locker, and the profane language and symbols of black and red ink graffiti were used on the wall.

Green, yellow, purple, blue and other colors are splashed all over the walls, and the floor and ceiling have become places for Carnival and indulgence.

"These damn scum."

Looking at all this, azdan muttered to himself.

He had foreseen such a blasphemy and prepared himself for the worst, but he was still shocked to find that the documents on the great deeds of the emperor in this room were treated like this.

Originally full of order, it was a quiet enclave in the dark galaxy. People focused on the teachings of the emperor, the wisdom of the emperor and the teachings of war.

Now it's like this.

His eyes were attracted by a small piece of parchment, with wrinkles and burned marks on the edge of the paper.

He hung his Scepter on his belt and picked up the piece of paper. Some blurred illustrations could be identified at the edge of the paper. He smiled sarcastically.

"Obedience and punishment."

He read out the first line above aloud.

"I swear to serve you, the emperor of mankind, at your disposal, because my faith is very firm. I swear to maintain firm and absolute loyalty. If there is any violation, I am willing to let the darkness take away my soul."

The rest is illegible, but yazdan has long remembered it.

As he continued to read by memory, his voice gradually turned into a roar.

"Holy emperor, please listen to my prayer, guide this bullet, master its truth, let it tear away their steel and fragile armor, tear their timid skin, and give the heaviest blow to the enemy in your vision!"

He crumpled the pieces of paper into a ball and threw them to the ground, took up his Scepter again, activated the weapon, and the blue light filled the whole room.

"The most despicable crime has been committed, my brothers."

The priest roared:

"They broke the sacred oath and attacked a world under the protection of the emperor. This is the sacred Church of the Lord of mankind, the extension of the golden throne and a part of the great spirit of mankind."

The channel echoed the heavy breathing of the soldiers, whose blood was boiling with the roar of the priest.

"It is not only our duty but also our power to punish those who have committed sins with justice!"

Ustad and other star soldiers responded.

"Kill all these rebels!"

After encouraging the soldiers to kill, yazdan continued to move on the upper floor of the church.

The next two rooms were also ransacked, and no enemy remained to be punished for their actions.

When the angels left the third room, azdan suddenly stopped.

He listened carefully, and his automatic sensory system seemed to detect something - grunts and scratches from the next room.

"Interesting developments."

The priest commented.

"The heresy is trying to ambush us?"

"There is a subtle mismatch between their thoughts and actions."

USTA answered with a low smile when something fell on the wooden floor in the next room.

"Give them the cruelest death."

Yazdan hissed.

"Monfest."

The Star Warrior raised his flamethrower to confirm that his silver gray armor was reflecting a dazzling blue halo.

After carefully approaching, yazdan kicked the door open and shouted:

"Kill heresy!"

He saw a group of heretics climbing from their hiding place behind the overturned chanting platform and table, and was shocked by the sudden appearance of the priest.

Then Ustad threw a grenade at the back of the room, which bounced on the wall several times before landing.

When the grenade exploded, yazdan took a step back, the fragments of the grenade filled the whole room, and thick smoke and metal fragments gushed out of the door.

A moment later, Memphis stood at the door and poured the white hot promethium fuel into the transcription room with a flame ejector.

The crackling of the flame immediately covered the frightened wails of the cults in the room.

The Star Warrior swings the flame thrower left and right, sprays viscous fuel on everything, and ignites the wood, parchment and flesh in the room.

Only when the surface of everything in the house was burning did he release the trigger, put away his weapons, take a step back and let others enter this hell.

The priest rushed into the room surrounded by flames. He could feel the temperature of the surrounding flames, but the integrity reading on the power armor showed that the surrounding flames were still within the tolerable range.

Instead of shooting at those who screamed and danced in the fire, he watched them scorch by their clothes.

They tore at hair, skin, and any burning attachments.

But it doesn't help.

When the promethium fuel was almost burned out, the priest found that the place where he stood was charred and there were flickering flames everywhere.

Heretical bones were piled up in a disorderly way, with large pieces of charred meat stuck on them, boiling bone marrow and blood still hissing, and below them was a large pool of charred fat.

"The spire has been confirmed to be safe, and we have controlled the city square."

Walking to the edge of the window, yazdan sent a communication to soshyan.

"You can attack."