Chapter 661 Their land, their blood

"Oh my god! Humans are just a bunch of complete lunatics!"

Looking at the group of redemption nuns who were rushing towards him without fear of death, the driver in combat uniform was filled with fear and he screamed at the top of his lungs in his helmet.

However, what was unexpected was that these redemption nuns, who only had a few strips of cloth wrapped around their bodies for protection, actually showed an unimaginable fighting power.

They worked in perfect harmony with the many people behind them, and were as unstoppable as a surging torrent.

Faced with this fierce attack, more and more rising star warriors who were originally full of confidence were defeated.

These brave soldiers from the Nova Federation never dreamed that the ones who would eventually break through their solid defense would be a group of redemption nuns dressed in rags and covered only with simple strips of cloth.

Amid the hail of bullets, they seemed to be infected by an endless feeling of revenge, venting their inner anger and determination with almost crazy roars.

The sharp chainswords they held in their hands were like the deadly scythes wielded by the god of death, and every swing brought about a bloody storm.

Any enemy hit by the chainsaw sword will be shattered in an instant, turning into scarlet flesh residue all over the ground.

"For the Emperor! Forward!"

The priests shouted loudly, holding flamethrowers in one hand and the Imperial Holy Word in the other.

Accompanied by waves of pious voices, both the soldiers of the Nova Federation and civilians died tragically under the burning fire.

"Take the civilians with you! We must retreat immediately!" Karasato, an officer from the Nova Federation, shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes firm and resolute.

At this moment, it was meaningless to continue to hold this line of defense. As early as when the human empire approached, they had already sent out a signal for help.

Now, all they had to do was to quickly evacuate out of the city and wait quietly for reinforcements to arrive.

"Sir! But there are too many civilians! We can't take them all away!" A Nova Warrior with bandages wrapped around his body and staggering moved his feet with difficulty and staggered to Karasato's side.

His face was filled with fear and despair, tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice was almost like a wail.

"Even if we can't take everyone away, we must do our best! This is a death order! Because they represent our path to glory..." Just as Karasato emphasized the importance of the mission to his subordinates, suddenly, a rocket fired from nowhere came like lightning and hit Karasato's chest accurately.

In an instant, a huge cloud of black smoke rose into the sky, as if a hideous black cloud was covering the battlefield.

Accompanied by a deafening explosion, Karasato's tall body collapsed like a tree broken by the wind, and fell heavily into the ruins.

“Hurry up... take the civilians away...” Karasato’s heavy and weak voice came from under his heavy helmet, as if every word was spoken with all his strength.

These intermittent words are like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time, but the firm will contained in them is clearly visible.

After hearing the order, the young rising star soldier turned around and ran to the rear without hesitation.

His steps were quick and powerful, with only one thought in his mind: to pass the retreat order to other comrades as quickly as possible to ensure the safe evacuation of civilians.

The army of the Nova Federation has always upheld the humanitarian spirit. They are well aware of the cruelty and ruthlessness of war, so they always try their best to protect innocent civilians.

However, the opposing Imperial Army is completely different. They are cold-blooded and ruthless, regard life as worthless, and take pleasure in killing alien civilians.

"We are non-combatants! We are non-combatants!" Faced with the advancing imperial army, the civilians of the Nova Federation were terrified and shouted loudly in their not-so-fluent Gothic, hoping to get a little mercy and forgiveness.

It is regrettable that for the brave soldiers of the Redemption Brigade, these powerless and defenseless civilians were regarded as their sworn enemies.

Whether unarmed or fully armed, there is no difference in the eyes of these soldiers, as if there is no difference at all.

"We are ready to give all we have, even to give it all, for that great act called the Great Judgment, because we have nothing left to give."

"Go forward without hesitation! Head towards the city where the enemy is entrenched, and head straight towards the abyss that symbolizes death and destruction."

"The final moment of the Great Judgment will finally come to the world, and the endless humiliation that has been inflicted on the empire will be thoroughly washed away and cleansed in this moment!"

"Let those pathetic xenos answer for what they did in Emerald Harbor!"

The Redemption Brigade soldiers wearing gas masks were like a surging black steel torrent, unstoppable. They were dressed in khaki uniforms, holding guns that emitted dazzling light in their hands, and marched forward steadily with firm steps like robots.

They walked through the devastated ruins, their solid and powerful military leather boots ruthlessly trampling the vast land of the Nova Federation.

Every step was full of strength and determination, as if to crush the land and trample the Nova Federation underfoot.

"Fire!" the commander roared, his voice exploding in the air like thunder.

Those alien civilians who were still crying and wailing were now being roughly dragged away by the soldiers of the Redemption Brigade.

These soldiers had cold eyes and no mercy. They held their weapons tightly in their hands, their fingers tightly on the triggers, as if they were ready to kill the enemies in front of them at any time.

Accompanied by a burst of dense and harsh gunfire, dazzling red beams of light flashed across the sky like lightning, accurately hitting the heads of the aliens.

In an instant, the head shattered, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and bright red blood gushed out from the exploded head like a fountain, splashing onto the cold and hard ground, forming shocking pools of blood.

"Continue..." The cold and resolute command continued to echo in the air without any intention of stopping.

Every gunshot means the death of another innocent alien.

However, this brutal killing did not arouse anyone's sympathy or hesitation, because for these soldiers, destroying the aliens was their only mission and responsibility.

In a short period of time, tens of thousands of aliens who did not have time to escape the scene were slaughtered.

The bloody massacre was horrifying, but the reason why such a small number of aliens were killed was not simply due to the soldiers' accurate shooting or powerful firepower.

In fact, in the thrilling bombing operation not long ago, thousands of aliens had lost their precious lives.

It can be said that it was that fierce air strike that weakened the power of the alien race in advance, making the current battle relatively easier.

“How terrifying…”

Machine gunner John Basilone watched all this and complained while smoking.