Chapter 108 02.0107: "Stand firm until death"

Under the protection of the lives of the Holy Rose Fighting Sisters, the evacuation of the church has come to an end.

The final line of defense has been set up, and the warriors loyal to the Emperor will make their final stand under the watchful eyes of the statue of Sanguinius.

People sang consecration hymns and prayed for the God-Emperor warriors who protected them with their bodies.

Horatio tightened his grip on the sword, his lips trembling slightly.

He was not afraid to face death, but he did not want to see the civilians behind him suffer the same pain.

There were only a hundred or so defenders, forming a thin line across the church in front of the pulpit in front of the statue. The shooting range here would not be blocked by the benches, and any demons rushing onto the open ground would be shot immediately.

He understood that if he failed and the demons broke through the defenses, the hundreds of thousands of people behind him would be slaughtered and become blood sacrifices to the Blood God. He felt suffocated by the burden of carrying the fate of hundreds of thousands of people.

This scene felt familiar to him. He recalled the movie "Stand Firm" that he watched with Louise yesterday, and also remembered a movie he watched in his previous life, called "Nanjing! Nanjing!"

[I will never allow suffering and tragedy to happen again, demon.]
Louise saw Horatio's anger and anxiety. She stood beside him, looking at the silver door that was constantly being hit and hacked, and whispered, "We stand together, swearing to hold on to our fate."

The last few hundred people were walking down from the second floor. The hall was packed with children, shoulder to shoulder, crying quietly in despair.

Due to lack of space, many children can only stand under the statue of Saint Guinius, which is only 3 meters away from the last line of defense.

Boom!
The tall and heavy silver door was suddenly knocked open, and the huge bolt broke on the spot and fell to the ground.

The thing that broke through the door was a brass-colored metal bull that looked like a mechanical creation, with a bloodletter wielding a hellblade riding on it.

The people who were still going downstairs suddenly panicked, and the soldiers who were still guarding the evacuation passage blocked the crowd.

"Fire! Stop them!" Horatio ordered.

Hell guns and explosive bombs rained down on the enemy, killing the bloodletter above.

Soon, thousands of vampires rushed in.

But the moment the first group of vampires stepped into the church, flames ignited on their bodies and turned into smoke.

However, the subsequent vampires were not burned by the faith, and the panic among the crowd weakened the protection of the power of faith.

"Burn it! The master will be happy!" A big vampire pointed at the statue of Sanguinius and shouted hoarsely.

The believers took up a variety of weapons to fight back against the vampires, stopping them from rushing towards the statue of Sanguinius, but they fell to the ground one after another under the slashing of the Hellblade.

"There is a child here. Please, save her."

Horatio looked toward the source of the shouting.

[The baker couple?]
The woman held up her daughter, who was half a person's height, and the baker stood in front of her with a knife for self-defense, facing the hideous and terrifying bloodletter.

The girl with heterochromia had a red face, a dazed look in her eyes, and her consciousness seemed a little fuzzy.

The vampire licked his tongue, looked at the girl hungrily, and let out a terrifying roar.

It rushed towards the girl and stretched out its hand to snatch her away, but the baker stabbed it in the chest with a knife while shouting, and was hacked to death by other vampires as it retreated.

Horatio rushed towards the crowd, and the three Blood Angels also walked towards the crowd to block it. They did not want to watch the massacre happen in front of them and the statue of their father.

They have to do something.

The last hell soldier who was protecting the civilians fell, and the bloodletter greedily drew out his sword and immediately stabbed forward.

"Ah!" The baker was stabbed through the chest by a sword.

"Honey! No! Ugh..." The woman looked down at her chest. The slender black sword pierced her husband and also pierced her chest.

She was breathing heavily and her hands holding the child were almost weak.

Just as her hand slipped from the girl, the people in front picked up the unconscious girl, and countless people lifted her up and pushed her forward.

The bloodletter was chasing closely behind, hacking at anyone he saw.

The victims fell like straw, and everyone was using their own lives to continue the lives of their children, just like continuing the future of mankind.

Finally, the girl made it to the front, and by the time she was in Horatio's arms, she was already unconscious.

[It’s so cold...] The moment Horatio’s iron hand touched the girl’s skin, a bone-chilling chill instantly spread throughout his body.

Before he could think about it, the ferocious bloodthirster rushed to him regardless of everything.

Horatio's rage was just raging, and Iron Hand used all his strength to cut off its hell blade with one sword. Before it could be surprised by the strength of this mortal, Horatio thrust forward with a sword, piercing through the entire pointy head, piercing it through and exiling it.

The bloodletting vampires were running around in the church, causing a series of unrest and chaos among the crowd.

"Fire at us! The Emperor and Sanguinius will redeem our souls!" A cry of tears came from the remaining crowd.

"What should we do?" A Cadian recruit looked at the veteran next to him.

The veteran took a deep breath, picked up the laser gun, put his finger on the trigger, and prepared to shoot at the vampires in the crowd.

If they don't do this, when the bloodletters break out of the crowd and approach the defense line, they may not be able to stop the attack, and more people behind them will be slaughtered.

Louise's shooting skills were accurate. She tried her best to shoot the vampires approaching Horatio, covering him and the child as they retreated back to the defense line.

The crowd screamed in despair, and the last few hundred people who came down from the building were running towards the defense line. A mother holding a three-year-old baby with a swollen belly was running hard with tears streaming down her face, and was about to be caught up by the bloodletter.

The woman could even hear the evil laughter of these demons, and the crying of babies made these hateful killers eager to hear the desperate screams.

With just one strike of the sword, they could cut off three heads. This was undoubtedly a huge temptation.

The lame blood angel walking at the end stopped after hearing the baby crying, and blood continued to flow from his thigh.

His legs had been badly injured in the previous battle, and his extreme thirst for blood was destroying his sanity. He could hardly suppress this horrible genetic defect, his eyes turned blood red, and he could hardly distinguish between friend and foe.

The Blood Angel knew very well that he would most likely become the murderer who destroyed the entire line of defense. He had accidentally killed friendly forces in battle more than once.

He did not wish to betray the noble virtues he had taught the Blood Angels under his father's watchful eyes.

The Blood Angel raised his head and looked into the eyes of the statue of his genetic father, then turned his head resolutely.

Wearing the MK7 Double-Headed Eagle Power Armor, he rushed to the back of the pregnant woman without hesitation, slashed through the bloodletting vampire that was chasing her, and provided cover for the civilians who had not yet had time to run to the safe zone.

The Cadian veteran released his finger on the trigger, signaling his companions not to fire and wait for the Blood Angels to cover the evacuation of civilians.

The Blood Angel swung his chainsaw sword and chopped down dozens of vampires in a few shadows. Then he raised his hand and grabbed a vampire that pounced on the baby's mother, and crushed it to death with one hand.

Cadian soldiers pushed open a section of the Arbitral Tribe's steel breastwork, and civilians gradually retreated through the gap.

But this Blood Angel was surrounded by vampires in the center, like an isolated island.

Suddenly, the injured Blood Angel let out a painful groan.

He was already injured and his arm was chopped off by a sword from the bloodthirsty ghosts who rushed towards him from all directions.

"Brother Feslowen!" Brother Romain Rolland shouted and rushed towards the fighting brothers.

"Go back! Brother Romain Rolland." The armless monk shouted, wielding a chainsword in one hand to fight with the bloodletting vampire.

Horatio remembered the name; he was the monk who had captured David Betty von Ravensburg and prepared to suck his blood after the Plague Ship's bloodthirst.

The Blood Angel with the Broken Arm finally met Horatio's eyes, as if he wanted to say something to him.

"I am not a beast." He stopped, turned his head and looked at the demon in front of him. He waved his sword to block the bloodletter and ran back to cover the last few civilians behind him.

"I am his son, the blood of Sanguinius flows in my body, and I will use my life to protect the people he once protected under the watchful eyes of my father!"

The bronze bull that had been charging towards the mobile breastwork turned its sharp horns, knocked over a bench, and rushed towards the Blood Angel.

Brother Fithlowen used his body to block the impact of the bronze bull, then stabbed the bull's head with a sword in his backhand, ending the engine core of this defense destroyer in the steaming high-temperature burning air.

The bloodletter above jumped towards him, but was also chopped off by his sword in mid-air.

The blood angel with a broken arm drove his broken body, slashing at the demons. With his own strength, he killed all the high-threat targets for the last line of defense, greatly alleviating the pressure of attacking the defense line.

But his injured leg was broken by the bull's horn and he was completely unable to stand. The vampires rushed forward, like a red tide of blood, drowning the monk.

"Brother Feslowen!" Romain Rolland roared heartbreakingly. He wanted to rush over, but was stopped by another fighting brother.

Finally, he saw a scene that made his pupils tremble.

The dull helmet of his battle brother was chopped off, and the excited vampire rushed towards the rift, wanting to present his master with the coveted trophy.

Brother Romain Rolland was filled with grief and indignation. Finally, his grief turned into anger. He raised his gun and shot his fighting brother in the head, killing the bloodletter who was holding up his head as well.

The vampires surged onto the defense line, and Horatio handed the girl over to Sister Arabella's care, and immediately returned to fight.

There were no longer any civilians in front of the defense line, so the defending soldiers could shoot at the demon army without any worries. The mobile shields brought in by the Ministry of Justice had also been assembled to form a barrier wall in front of the defense line.

The sound of explosions from various weapons echoed throughout the entire church, and under the gaze of the statue of St. Gilles, with anger of grief and revenge, it rained fire on the blasphemous demon.

Horatio could hear, in the distance, the gunfire of reinforcements approaching.

Hope has arrived. But the demon's offensive has also intensified.

A terrifying roar was heard, and the last huge bronze bull, driven by the bloodletter, rushed straight towards the defense line.

Brother Romain Rolland gritted his teeth, stood at the front, and was ready for battle.

Lasers were simply unable to stop this demonic creature as the bronze bull got closer and closer.

Brother Romain Rolland bit his lips and sucked his own blood.

"Pay my life... for my brother!" He roared, and the deafening war cry repelled the bloodletters that were charging with the bronze bull, and even triggered the active noise reduction in the Hell's Vanguard's helmet.

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　　These chapters may feel a bit depressing, but! The dawn is coming soon! Hold on!
　　(This is the extent of the knife I can write about. I mainly cut the ones without names. I can't bear to cut the others.

　　The female characters with emotional lines will at most get hurt, but no one will die.

　　The male supporting characters with names are usually only seriously injured and rarely die, and then they are equipped with advanced prosthetic limbs for strengthening.

　　If in future plots a male supporting character with whom the characters are friendly really dies heroically, most of them will make a comeback later, so there is no need to worry about that.

　　I will stick to this point of not torturing the protagonist. Even if the protagonist is injured, it is just to suppress his emotions for the climax. He will not be really disabled. Wherever he is injured, it will be strengthened by ancient technology later.)
　　
　
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