Chapter 105 03.0104: "Bloody Day" (Thanks to JDjason for the leader's reward!)

Some of Khorne's anointed muttered strange spells, and the blood runes on the ground surged faster, forming a circle covering the entire vestibule of the church.

The elder nun wearing a black headscarf rushed out and saw the unclean marks on the ground in the courtyard.

With her rich experience, she knew what this meant, and immediately called on the people singing hymns in the church to pay attention and sing louder.

The Holy Rose Battle Sisters formed the battle line, chanting hymns while raining fire on the invaders.

Thanks to the efforts of many devout people, this filthy rune was finally stopped here. It tried to flow into the church, but once it touched the steps below, it began to evaporate into black blocks, forcing it to retreat.

It wanted to desecrate and defile the place, but there were tens of thousands of people gathering the power of faith.

Although the individual faith is small, the faith on such a large scale still makes this holy place radiate the light of faith and is sacred and inviolable.

At the same time in the void, dozens of frigates were patrolling near the Abyss Port.

They fired off multiple search beacons but were unable to locate the attackers.

Captain Afiel stood on the bridge of the battle barge, squinting his eyes and keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings.

All the Blood Angels could feel the pure murderous aura. Although they did not find the enemies hiding in the broken stars and garbage debris, they did feel this disgusting presence.

"Increase the search frequency of the auspicious instrument to maximum and find that guy. I want to tear his head off with my own hands." Captain Afel gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

At this time, in a meteorite.

On the scarlet warship, a Khorne warrior warlock wearing scarlet pottery armor and a horned pig-faced helmet is secretly accumulating unclean energy with Khorne's servants.

They surrounded a scarlet magic circle with the symbol of Khorne, and in the middle knelt eight human captives with their bodies pierced by iron hooks. These people were sacrifices for the ritual, their eyes were red and they roared hoarsely from their mouths.

"My lord, the ground has already fulfilled the conditions for our great ceremony!" said ecstatically a withered old man with blood in his eyes and a mouthful of ferocious fangs.

"Blood and skulls, no matter whose they are, the master will like them!"

"There are three of his descendants in front of us! Our master is already hungry and thirsty. He wants the blood of the Blood Angels, and he wants more!" The warrior warlock held a sword in one hand and a staff in the other.

He walked forward, swung his sword ruthlessly, and cut off eight heads in an orderly manner.

The head fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

Then, he used the bloody sword to cut a bloody mark on his hand, letting the black blood drip onto the ground and merge with the fresh blood.

The magic circle suddenly burst out with a dazzling scarlet light, and a hideous skeleton with horns laughed horribly in the flames. The laughter echoed throughout the cabin, and the warriors on the ship wearing brass baroque armor roared excitedly.

"Let the angels bleed!!!"

In front of the Goddess Church, the blood symbol on the ground emitted an extremely dazzling light.

Except for the Sisters of Battle, almost everyone was affected by this strange power.

Horatio felt a surge of hot anger boiling in his heart. The evil whispers lingering in his ears made him irritated. He really wanted to kill this guy who was whispering in his ear with a sword.

In an instant, the air under the hall seemed to be split by a sword, and a crack burning with raging flames was torn out of thin air.

But almost at the same time, a golden light bursting out from the statue of the saint on the top of the church interrupted the expansion of the tear.

The crack was not completely open, revealing only a two-meter-high but narrow black mouth.

Behind the cracks were countless pairs of blood-red eyes that had been waiting for a long time.

"God, it's a demon! Sisters, line up! Destroy these filthy things!" the elder nun shouted.

A large group of hunchbacked demons with pointed heads, goat horns and slightly shorter than humans jumped out of the gap. Their torsos were black and red, and they were arrogantly waving black swords that were almost as tall as a person. The swords were burning with ominous red flames, and their twisted and disgusting purple-red tongues were greedily licking the blood in the air.

[It's a bloodletter!]
As a time traveler, Horatio knew that these demons were the vanguard of Khorne's army. They were cruel and barbaric. Although their strength was not strong among demons, they were numerous. The "Hellblade" had a powerful destructive power comparable to a decomposition force field under the unclean blessing of the warp.

There were so many of them that they flooded the entire courtyard, and they attacked indiscriminately both inside and outside the church.

Whether that person is a soldier of the Emperor or a supporter of the Blood God, they only want his head.

All the imperial soldiers retreated to the steps in front of the church, preventing the scarlet tide from engulfing them.

"Servants of the false emperor, your heads will decorate his throne!" A vampire rushed towards Horatio, and he could hear them speaking hoarsely and vaguely in human language.

"You're out of luck!" Horatio shouted, swinging his sword.

The black blade and the red sword collided with each other, and two similar but different murderous intentions burst out instantly.

The unclean evil allowed Horatio to feel the savage power of Khorne most directly.

But Old K is not partial. As long as one is a warrior, no matter whether he is loyal to him or not, he will receive equal combat power support.

The vampire's attack was swift and fierce. After a few moves, Horatio found that its attack was haphazard. It simply wielded the Hellblade and used its most primitive brute force. [Perhaps because of the weakening of the power of faith and the church's holy land, these demons seemed unable to fully exert their due strength.]
After realizing the battle mentality of these demons, Horatio quickly thought of countermeasures in his mind based on what he had learned.

Horatio first used the strong part of his sword to parry and repel it, then before it swung its sword, he turned a forward thrust into a horizontal slash, deceiving its diagonal strike, and then slashed across its face with the high-speed spinning, roaring sawtooth.

The vampire screamed, his body began to catch fire, and turned into ashes. Soon he disappeared from Horatio's sight, leaving nothing behind.

[This is the devil, an entity without a real universe...]
"Uh..." Horatio felt a headache, which was the bloating pain brought by anger. The fighting desire and murderous intent in his heart were difficult to suppress. An impulse called on him to jump from the high ground to fight the devil, but Horatio still relied on his perseverance to restrain this reckless behavior.

But some Cadian soldiers were also affected by the power of Khorne. They roared wildly, abandoned the orderly alternating shooting, and directly shouted "For the Emperor" and rushed down with bayonets in hand, regardless of anyone's obstruction.

"Come back! Hold the line!" Horatio roared, grabbing a soldier and pushing him behind him. The soldier who sat down on the steps saw Horatio's terrible expression and fierce eyes, and the fear in his heart gradually made him regain his sanity.

Other veterans, nuns and blood angels were also blocking and maintaining the battle line. After some effort, most of them were pulled back to the battle line.

But a small number of soldiers at the front had already rushed into the demon group without hesitation, fighting bravely with the demons, and the endless waves soon submerged them. It was like throwing a stone into the water and hearing a sound.

The soldiers who went down were chopped down to the ground one after another, their heads were cruelly cut off, and the bloodletters who grabbed the trophies were like happy children, screaming terrible words and throwing the heads into the cracks with their heads raised high.

[+Everyone! Enter the church quickly! Otherwise the scarlet power will erode your sanity! +] the elder sister shouted.

[+Retreat immediately! +] Horatio used the hand of command to assign new battle positions, and the remaining troops began to retreat in an orderly manner under his command.

Fortunately, he had the assistance of a commander, otherwise, given the current situation, the defense would easily turn into a disorderly rout.

The battle sisters chanted the Purity Prayer to reduce the impact of the bloodlust and rage on the soldiers. They saw the battle position projections Horatio had given them, retreated in sequence, and then quickly turned around to fire at the vampires chasing behind them, covering the next group of people rushing up, and the cycle repeated, and no one was killed on the way back to defend.

Horatio was sweating profusely, and his rapid thinking made him feel a little nervous. But with his hard work, as a garrison officer, he retained as much manpower as possible for the defense line inside the Cathedral of the Goddess.

Everything seems to be under control, and we should be able to hold out until reinforcements arrive.

"Sister Claire! Watch your back!" Sister Arabella shouted.

Thousands of vampires swarmed up the stairs, jumped onto the Rhino armored vehicle, and attacked the battle sister operating the bolter on the roof from behind.

"Ah!!!" the battle nun screamed in pain.

Her chest was pierced from behind by a burning blade, and blood stained her holy silver armor and sprinkled on her wind bolter.

"Go to hell...devil. Ahem."

The strong battle nun coughed up blood, used the last bit of her strength to pull away the high-explosive grenade in her hand, and leaned weakly against the hatch cover.

boom!
The vampires who surrounded the Rhino troop carrier were instantly exiled in large numbers by the explosion, which covered the retreat and also blew up the body of the nun. She did not let her head be defiled by the evil god.

Although the gap created by the explosion was quickly filled by a new batch of bloodletters, all the remaining defenders had already walked up the long stairs and reached the top of the staircase to reorganize their battle line.

At the same time, inside the Fleet Military Intelligence Command.

Countless naval officers were running in the narrow aisles with documents in their hands. Rows of desks were piled with planning tables for the coordination of flying vehicles and attack forces. The dedicated contact lines for requesting assistance and assigning troops never stopped. Everyone was exhausted.

"Listen carefully, I don't care about the bullshit you say! Even if you are the Archbishop, even if the relationship between the State Religion and the Holy Rose Battle Sisters is bad! I will withdraw troops from the Upper Nest and the top of the tower to support the Church of the Goddess. If you have the guts, ask the Star Domain Navy Department to remove me from my position!" Lieutenant General Hood slapped the table and yelled. After making phone calls all day, his voice had begun to become hoarse.

"Reporting to His Excellency, a subspace rift has appeared in the direction of the Cathedral of the Goddess, and demons... are pouring into the cathedral. There are too many of them, and the outer reinforcements cannot get in! We have suffered heavy losses." Captain Elphinstone took the report from Lina and hurried to Lieutenant General Hood.

Faced with the news of the appearance of the devil, the experienced Lieutenant General Hood did not show too much surprise, but the news was enough to make him worried.

At the same time, a message from his daughter was also delivered to him.

"++Dad, the church is about to be captured by the devil. Horatio and the rest of the people are preparing for a last-ditch battle inside. I beg you, I beg you to send reinforcements immediately. Please forgive my willfulness. Your loving daughter - Farida++"

The Vice Admiral's face showed no emotion. He slapped the phone with one hand to hang up the call from the Archbishop, and then transferred the call to the captain of the Retribution-class battleship "Sacred Will":
"Send all the naval forces that are ready to join me in the expedition to the Church of the Goddess! Send as many aircraft as possible... Yes, I'm sure! I'm the commander-in-chief of this battle fleet, and I have the right to issue such an order! I will bear all the responsibilities for delaying the expedition! Execute immediately! Captain! Otherwise, I don't mind letting the fleet military supervisor point a gun at your head to enforce my order!"

Vice Admiral Hood leaned on the table and breathed a sigh of relief, sweat dripping from his head. The general mobilization order for the expedition fleet had been issued.

But he was worried. Even if the order had been issued, it would take at least one and a half Terra hours for the main force of the armed forces that had entered the void to reach the vicinity of the Church of the Goddess by vehicle, not to mention that it would take time to launch an attack on the church.

The communication was subject to strong psychic interference. He didn't know what the situation was like at the Church of the Goddess of Heaven, but it was definitely not optimistic. He prayed that his mobilization order would come in time.

He didn't want to see his daughter cry again on St. Gilles' Day, as she had eight years ago when her mother died.

[Horatio, hold on! If Farida is upset because you're dead, I'll rush to the Golden Throne to drag you back!]
Lieutenant General Hood bit his lip until it bled, veins bulged on the back of his hand, and he slowly and heavily punched the mahogany table piled with documents.

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