Chapter 126

The Chosen's head rolled to the ground.

The blood light that shrouded the battlefield slowly dissipated like mist. Alvin immediately felt that the strength in his body had been drained, and he couldn't even stand steady, falling directly to the ground.

"Huff... huff..."

He panted heavily, but the blood color in his pupils did not seem to dissipate, staining his pupils with a trace of tyrannical aura.

Of course, Alvin himself did not notice this.

"Sergeant!"

Ditz was anxious and ran over quickly, supporting the weak Alvin, and asked with concern: "Are you okay? Sergeant!"

"Alert! Alert!"

"Watch this group of damn bastards, don't let them sneak attack the Sergeant!"

The rest of the people rushed up, surrounding Alvin. Everyone disengaged the safety, nervously pointing their guns at the surrounding covetous heretics.

However, an unexpected thing happened!

I saw the covetous heretics with red light in their eyes retreat in unison like a tide, giving way to a path leading directly to the depths of the middle nest.

"Did these bastards get water in their brains?"

Ditz looked at this scene in astonishment, full of incomprehension. In his view, the heretics should have rushed up angrily to tear them apart. How could they take the initiative to give way?

"Be careful, they might have a conspiracy!" Cliff, who was more mature, said in a deep voice, reminding everyone to be careful.

But Alvin shook his head and said weakly: "It's okay, they have no conspiracy. According to the agreement... I won, they let us leave!"

Hearing this, Ditz was even more surprised and asked suspiciously: "Sergeant, will heretics also abide by the agreement?"

"If it were other heretics... perhaps not."

Alvin was seriously injured, panting heavily, paused slightly, and said: "But... the followers of the 'Blood God' will abide by the agreement in most cases, which can be considered respect for the winner."

Don't look at Khorne of the four Chaos Gods, who likes skulls and slaughter, but He also appreciates courage, especially in battles where strength is unequal. The weak who win with a belief in death will even receive Khorne's appreciation.

The four Chaos Gods, their symbolic meanings and order, are not entirely evil. Just like Khorne, He also symbolizes human courage, integrity, honor, and so on.

"Let's go..."

Alvin urged everyone to leave quickly.

After all, although he said Khorne abides by the promise, who knows if Old K, who likes to hold grudges and is narrow-minded, will come back for a sneak attack!

Not to mention, he knew that the heretics still had a big killer weapon, the Hell-Drake had not appeared!

The 47 people of the 3rd Company were cautious, supporting Alvin, and left the command position under the gaze of a group of heretics.

But behind them came the shouts of mountains and seas!

"Champion! Champion! Champion!"

"Champion! Champion! Champion!"

"Sergeant, what does the champion they are shouting mean?"

Ditz looked at Alvin strangely and asked.

Little did he know, Alvin was so scared that his soul almost flew away, and he hurriedly urged: "Go quickly, go quickly, go quickly... don't ask so much!"

Although everyone did not understand, they inexplicably felt... the "champion" shouted by the heretics seemed to be referring to the "Sergeant"!

Alvin was terrified, secretly cursing Old K for being dishonest!

Can't beat him, so he plans to let him join?

Fortunately, there is no Inquisitor here, otherwise, just this sentence would be worth a white phosphorus death penalty!

Everyone retreated to the depths of the middle nest, but the deeper they went, the more desolate everyone felt. The number of daemons raging along the way was increasing geometrically!

Countless ferocious daemons surged out like a tide!

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"Maintain the line, don't get disrupted!"

"Don't forget the Sergeant's tactics, three people in a small group, hold on for me, slaughter this group of damn monsters!"

The 47 people of the 3rd Company formed a position, covering each other and advancing.

However, the number of daemons was really too many, and soon someone could not resist, and everyone was forced to retreat into a building.

Cliff wiped the blood on his face, roared to command the team, and fought hard to resist the daemons trying to surge into the building!

Not a single person wanted to give up on "Alvin"!

The exhausted Alvin could no longer use psionic energy and could only rely on his bolter to barely resist the daemons.

But soon, everyone's ammunition was running low!

Boom!

A bunker was breached, soon bringing a chain reaction!

"Block it! Block it!"

"Protect the Sergeant!!!"

Ditz roared, set up his gun to block in front of Alvin, and roared to sweep the daemons, but he was ultimately outnumbered. Just as he was about to be torn apart by the daemons.

Is it really not working anymore...

Looking at the 3rd Company, all of whom were in a dead end, a terrifying red light surged in the bottom of Alvin's eyes, as if a voice was saying... fury!

He only needed to hand over his reason to fury... and he could kill all these damn daemons and save everything he wanted to save!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly interrupted Alvin's thoughts, pulling him back from the reason of being about to fall into fury to the edge of sobriety!

Rumble!

The restless mechanical roar emitted a sharp and harsh sound wave, like a sports car, wrapped in surging air waves, sweeping in from the right side!

The ferociously intersecting tooth blades, under the action of the engine, rotated at a very fast speed, easily tearing apart the daemon that was pouncing on Alvin.

Blood, mixed with minced meat, sprinkled down like raindrops!

Alvin was almost drenched, and just as he was astonished, he felt himself being dragged backward suddenly.

The high-speed rotating blade of the chainsword expressed extreme violence, roaring with the Emperor's fury, and once again directly slashed the surrounding daemons in half!

Until this moment, Alvin heard a familiar voice, exploding in his ear with anger: "Did I teach you for nothing? Distracted on the battlefield, how many lives do you have!"

Looking back, a face covered in minced meat and blood was reflected in Alvin's pupils. Although that appearance was indeed a bit scary, like a ghost crawling out of hell, it still made him overjoyed: "Tuck?!"

"Concentrate for me!"

Tuck's chainsword swept across, minced meat and blood soared. He pulled out the pistol at his waist, and almost without Alvin noticing, he directly shot the daemon trying to sneak attack!

Next, Tuck fully demonstrated to him what it means to be a winner of the "Iron Sky Eagle Medal," a Catachan jungle tough guy, and a retired veteran of the Imperial Guard.

With his own strength, he suppressed the daemons that had broken into the room!

Bolter roared, chainsword roared!

This master forcibly slaughtered dozens of daemons, truly embodying what it means to be a "God of War"!

"Kid, finally found you!"

Tuck looked at Alvin in surprise.

Originally, when the upper nest suddenly fell and countless daemons surged out, he and Aluman both thought Alvin was dead for sure.

But just when the two gave up, Tuck suddenly felt in the dark as if there was a voice telling him to go to a certain place, just like a whim.

So, Tuck decided to make one last effort.

As a result, he didn't expect to actually meet the seriously injured Alvin. This was simply a "miracle"!