Chapter 230 04.0229: "Swords drawn! Air-ground integrated combat!"

With Horatio's order, the five-layer net began to shrink rapidly as planned.

The two Hell Vanguard assault teams he arranged began to fight from both land and air angles.

Just as the minions of the Meat-Eating Lord were trying to organize a powerful counterattack.

A whistling wind that foreshadowed death swept over the heads of the heretics who were hastily gathering on the ground.

They felt a sense of terror in their hearts as they heard the sharp and creepy whistle.

Those members of the Blood Pact Army who were carrying anti-aircraft grenades on their shoulders looked up nervously, but with their naked eyes, all they could see was darkness.

[Where?! Where!?]
Just as the anti-aircraft soldiers were searching in vain for the source of the strange howling coming from above their heads.

The pitch-black sky suddenly spit out flashes of multiple lasers, with a terrifying firepower that could fire at a rate of thousands of rounds per minute, killing the Blood Pact soldiers who were gathering in the open area with extremely precise hit rates.

The multiple lasers of the Skyraider Valkyrie fighter were like whips pulled out of the air. Any enemy exposed and swept by the lasers were instantly transformed into human torches, screaming, rolling, emitting crackling sounds, and desperately feeling the wrath of the Imperial Navy.

The enemies of the empire were beaten so badly that they screamed and scrambled, and there was even a traffic jam and stampede. The corpses of their comrades were scattered all over the road as they searched for cover.

Although restricted by the Guilliman Codex, the navy lacks heavy ground weapons and equipment such as tanks and field artillery.

But for the Imperial Navy, which controls almost all flying creations, aircraft are absolutely plentiful.

This is also the backbone supporting naval special warfare.

'It only takes one hell soldier to destroy an entire enemy regiment' is no empty talk.

The Hell's Vanguards have never been independent entities that rely solely on equipment and individual combat capabilities. Behind them is a complete combat system.

This system includes but is not limited to orbital close-air fire support from void warships, close-ground support from fighter jets, carpet bombing by naval aviation bomber clusters, orbital airdrops of supplies and equipment, airborne support from naval armed forces, and other tactical components that are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

All of the pioneers' tactical equipment serves the purpose of air-ground integrated combat.

Horatio's eyes were filled with a sea of ​​red fire.

The special operations forces he deployed are conducting reconnaissance on the ground.

The Imperial Navy pilots in the cockpits in the sky, under the guidance of the scouts on the ground, quickly, fiercely and accurately swept away the enemy in an organized manner, destroyed their organization and broke up their troop assembly.

"All planes fire freely, at full power!" The squadron leader of the Imperial Naval Aviation looked at the target guidance boxes that kept popping up in front of him and quickly disappeared under the fire attack. After determining that the most threatening enemy units had been mostly eliminated, he gave orders to each crew.

The attacked Blood Pact troops could not see the Secret Sky Raiders hovering in the dark sky at all. Even though there were a few survivors with anti-aircraft grenades, they were completely useless because they could not find the target.

The only thing they could feel was the creepy whistling of the wind and the dazzling light of multiple lasers that followed.

The fierce close-air fire forced them to hide in the sheds, and after leaving behind a pile of corpses and burning ruins, they were forced to gather the remnants and run along the wall for support.

But soon, they were suppressed by the Hell Snipers' direct firepower in the blind spot of the fighter planes.

Carbine hell guns and hot-wire volley guns fired ferocious energy beams from all directions. Any attempt to resist the attack would be detected by the risk detector on the scout's helmet, and then turned into a high-risk signal and transmitted to the scout, allowing him to take the lead and kill the enemy first.

With the coordination of reconnaissance and attack, the Blood God servants who were attacked by surprise had nowhere to hide in the sudden attack and were terrified.

Soon, the first group of rebels that had gathered together collapsed and they fled in all directions like rats.

Seeing this, the reinforcements coming from underground did not dare to rush into the open area under the physical hail of bullets, and the troops that had just emerged were forced back again.

As the battle situation quickly became clear from the temporary chaos at the beginning of the battle, Horatio jumped down from a high place and rushed forward with Louise.

In front of the two men, a high wall covered with graffiti blocked their way, but Horatio, who had analyzed the terrain, was prepared.

They activated the jump packs on their backs and easily crossed the high wall with a short burst of engine power.

As he fell from the air, scarlet liquid flowed out from his iron hand, coiled and twisted, and reshaped into a bright red holy blood chainsaw sword, which he held in his hand.

Right beneath his feet was a squad of Blood Pact soldiers that were avoiding an air raid.

hum!
When a chain saw roar suddenly came from the sky.

puff!

The head of the Blood Covenant Captain, who had just raised it, was chopped off in an instant, and the blood in his cavity spurted out, smearing on the moldy and blackened wall.

The other Blood Pact soldiers were frightened by the power armored officer who fell from the sky. They were already dazed by the previous air-to-ground assault and had not yet figured out what was going on when they encountered another black shadow that fell from the sky and beheaded their leader at first sight. They were all stunned.

But Horatio would not just stand there and do nothing. With the Holy Blood Chainsword in one hand and the Bolt Pistol in the other, he began to harvest blood from the crowd.

The Holy Blood Chainsword was bathing in blood. After a period of open and secret struggles without the smoke of gunpowder, it finally drank blood again under the wielding of the 'Holy Blood Herald'.

Louise stood back to back with him, each holding one side, and fired lasers accurately. The two of them cleared out the team together at an extremely fast speed.

Other scouts of the first squad also launched surprise attacks on the Blood Pact troops gathered around them on the streets.

Boom!Boom!
A particularly dull sound of footsteps came from not far away.

Horatio was no stranger to the bare arms covered with scars and the Baroque helmet with a scarlet fan.

After the Battle of the Maiden Cathedral, with the help of the Blood Angels, he counted the enemy corpses that had been collected and lined up.

The number of Khorne Astartes did not match the number he had witnessed.

These people did not return to the rift, because he was guarding the rift at that time and chopped it off with his own hands using the Immaculate Angel's Whip. Since they did not return...then their only way out was to follow the remnants of the Blood Army back to the Lower Nest.

This is why Horatio hopes to call on Astartes for support.

He naturally knew that these extraordinary demigods were very busy, so he would not disturb them for no reason over trivial matters.

The decision to invite them must be because there are some tough guys among the enemies who can only be dealt with by mortals at a great cost of casualties.

Several tall giants holding whistling chain axes walked out of the dark shadows, and a large number of Khorne servants and Blood Pact soldiers gathered around them like stars surrounding the moon, just like devout believers of the state religion following a parading holy statue.

"Captain, I think you gentlemen can come on stage." Horatio, who had activated the omen fragments in advance and predicted the enemy's movements, said to the communication channel.

call out! ——

On the rooftop of a building, five figures wearing scarlet power armor jumped down from a height of thirty meters above the ground. When they were about to hit the ground, the jet packs behind them whistled.

Boom!
The heavy foot armor stomped the ground, creating depressions with broken stones and rubble on the edges.

Five elite fighters of the company, led by the company commander, appeared in front of these traitors.

"Destroy the heretics!"

Centurion Astartes picked up the heavy bomb without saying a word and fired rapidly. Under the bright light of the gun, huge one-inch shell casings fell to the ground with a clang, providing an accompaniment to the destructive song of the bomb.

The bolter spewed out angry flames, smashing the mortal Fallen who were guarding Khorne Astartes to pieces, and also knocked the Khorne Astartes who reacted in time and used his heavy shoulder armor to fight back, making him stagger.

Amidst the splatter of blood, the company commander led several other combat brothers in launching an assault.

The assault combat team of just a few people helped Horatio stop the hundreds of cultists who tried to stop them, as well as the Khorne Astartes who might require annihilation-level casualties to be eliminated.

"First team! Keep going!"

After the jump packs had cooled down, the scouts started up their pack engines without any hesitation. The ducts whistled and carried them into the air. At the same time, they also fired precise shots at the ground from the sky, knocking down the enemies who tried to fight back.

The Khorne Astartes watched their interception target run away and roared in anger, but due to lack of supplies, the ammunition in their bolters had already been used up, and they were unable to shoot down the scouts in mid-air.

The jump packs on the Hell Snipers can support them in short-distance flight. Horatio plans to take advantage of this time to maneuver directly to the middle of the table.

The Inquisitor and his men are already engaging the minions of the Flesh-Eating Lord, the Evil One.

Those crazy guys holding double-chain saw axes have superb fighting skills and have proved with their actions that they are still tough opponents and loyal warriors of the Blood God.

Ping!
The Inquisitor, armed with an Eldar scimitar, was knocked back with an axe.

The guy in front of him, known as the 'King of Butchers', had a hideous demon skull mask on his head, and two arms thicker than an ordinary person's thighs, which provided him with the power to wield two two-handed mortal chain saw axes.

The reconnaissance intelligence was wrong.

These men may have been mortals once, and may have looked like them, but they have earned greater favor with the Scarlet Power after shedding so much blood on the Feast of Sanguinius.

At this moment, they are in stark contrast to their frail appearance, and can even fight on equal terms with the elite agents under the Inquisitor.

Underestimating the enemy, Ravenno's two men were about to rush forward to hold down the 'Lord of Meat', but were chopped into pieces by this capable general of the Corpse Crusher Sect at lightning speed.

The Carnivore Lord was obviously not a good guy either. The huge eight-pointed star behind him radiated an unclean power. This power made everyone in the battle feel an inexplicable rage growing in their hearts. They just wanted to abandon all thoughts, indulge in the fight in front of them, and gradually lose themselves.

A scarlet wave that distorted the air surrounded the podium, interfering with the aiming systems of the Valkyrie fighters in the sky in an unknown way, making it difficult to accurately aim at the elite cultists who were engaged in close combat with the Inquisitor's servants. In order to avoid accidentally injuring the Inquisition's people, they could only turn their guns and continue to fire at the Blood Pact reinforcements on the periphery.

[We must kill this 'King of Butchers' as soon as possible, and then use psychic power to destroy the eight-pointed star!]
But what was worse was that in this environment, the psychic power he tried to exert was dispersed by the enemy's endless anger.

The opponents were too entangled, and the power of the warp that he could currently channel could not have an immediate effect on the Butcher King and his 'Dismemberers', unless someone could hold these guys back for him and buy time for him to recharge his psychic energy.

But his other men were also involved in close combat and were unable to spare any time.

The sturdy man was holding a giant stun stick, covering the female gunner who was holding a dart gun and suppressing the cultists who were rushing towards him.

Next to her, a retired veteran of the Navy boarding team with scars all over his face, holding a power dagger in one hand and a Navy bolt pistol in the other, was blocking the invading enemies from the side.

"Go to hell! You lackey of the Empire!" Another heavily armored dismemberer rushed towards the Inquisitor. He frowned and raised his sword to block.

Whoosh! puff!
A bullet whizzed past his ear and shot straight into the dismemberer's head through the gap in the thick helmet. Countless blood-stained fragments bursting out from the back of his head instantly filled the entire helmet.

The dismemberer who was rushing over was like being hit by a heavy punch in the face. His body fell forward under the influence of the inertia of the charge, rolled twice, and lay on the ground with his limbs spread out, without a sound.

The Inquisitor turned around and saw the gunman, who was closer than the Valkyrie fighter. The Hell's Vanguard reconnaissance sniper team occupying the high ground was providing precise fire support to the Inquisition, buying them a chance to catch their breath.

"Kill those Imperial lackeys!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

But the overwhelming shouts behind him were getting closer and closer, and the Inquisitor realized that even with many obstacles, the enemy's reinforcements would soon arrive, and he was now caught in a dilemma.

"We can't stop it!" Deacon Jonathan shouted in despair as he looked at a wall of people that had been trampled and collapsed.

The hungry people broke through the human wall, surrounded the high podium, and stretched out their arms towards the stage like billions of mindless zombies that were neither human nor inhuman.

There were so many withered hands, some of which had broken fingers hanging precariously, and dark red blood flowing down the bony arms, which was a terrifying sight.

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