Chapter 817 Mark Bain's Personal Soldiers

"Why do battles of all sizes and natures eventually turn into chaotic melees?" Wittmann sat in his seat, staring at the dazzling battle situations in front of him with a frown.

On the battlefield, the Eldar and Chaos forces were fighting fiercely, while Chaos was fighting a desperate battle with the Empire. The Empire attacked the Eldar and Chaos at the same time, and for a while the three parties were caught in a melee.

Energy beams of various colors flew back and forth in the battlefield like gorgeous fireworks. Accompanied by deafening explosions, countless armored vehicles were instantly blown to pieces, turning into countless metal fragments flying everywhere.

"Assault!" With the order, the companies of the Word Bearers Legion quickly dispersed like a group of wild horses, and launched a fierce offensive against the enemies in the outer city area in the form of flexible and changeable squad assaults.

These brave and fearless fighters worked closely together and supported each other, like an extremely sharp knife, piercing straight into the enemy's heart.

"Heavy firepower team, lead the way!" Immediately afterwards, several Space Marines wearing heavy Terminator armor and holding powerful assault cannons took firm and powerful steps and walked steadily at the forefront of the team.

In this narrow and tortuous street fighting environment, the extraordinary abilities of the Astartes warriors were brought into full play.

Relying on the advanced aiming system in the helmet, they don't need to go to the trouble of searching for the enemy, because this system has already accurately marked every potential threat for them.

“Grenade!”

I saw two faint blue lights streaking across the sky like meteors.

They were two plasma grenades, shot out at astonishing speed from the hands of a heavily armored, majestic Space Marine.

In the blink of an eye, the two deadly weapons, like precise missiles, landed steadily below an enemy's firing point.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze.

However, just a moment later, an earth-shaking force suddenly erupted.

The dazzling flames shot straight into the sky, accompanied by a deafening roar that shook the entire ground.

Several Eldar warriors didn't even have time to react before they were ruthlessly blown away by the powerful impact and the blazing flames.

Seeing that the firing point had been successfully cleared, the leading Space Marine quickly turned around.

There was no expression on his stern face, but his eyes revealed determination and courage.

He raised his strong and powerful arms and made two simple tactical gestures to the adjutant beside him.

Without further ado, the experienced adjutant immediately understood what was meant and quietly moved to the rear with several soldiers behind him.

Meanwhile, the other Astartes continued to advance without hesitation.

Their huge and heavy bodies moved flexibly among the devastated ruins, raising a cloud of dust with every step.

Despite carrying heavy equipment, their movements were still as nimble as the wind, as if the weight was insignificant to them.

In just a few seconds, this brave and fearless team had already arrived at the location of the firing point. Looking around, most of the Eldar soldiers who were originally ambushed here have now turned into piles of black charcoal, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

Only one of the Eldar soldiers was still struggling, trying to crawl back from the brink of death to the other side of life.

But it was in vain. "Bang!" A crisp gunshot suddenly rang out, breaking the brief silence on the battlefield.

A Space Marine pulled the trigger decisively, and a bullet accurately hit the head of the still struggling Eldar soldier, instantly ending all his pain.

At this moment, this is a cruel battlefield. There is no mercy at all, and no one has the time to torture the prisoners who have lost their ability to resist.

On the battlefield in the rear, a special Astra Militarum legion is gathering.

"In all things we follow the example of Saint Drusus, whom the Emperor would have resurrected in his name. Like Drusus we endure; like Drusus we are merciless; like Drusus we banish the Darkness from the Emperor's realm."

Dozens of Anglican believers in black robes and solemn expressions stood quietly, their eyes fixed on the shocking scene before them.

An army as cold and ruthless as a steel torrent is marching in unison, firmly advancing across the vast land.

This awe-inspiring army is none other than the Astra Militarum from the distant Holy Shrine World of Macbus-Quintus. They also have a more resounding name: MacBane's Guards.

These brave and fearless warriors are the best carefully selected from the Markbain militia.

The reason why they were able to gather together and devote themselves to this great journey without hesitation was because of their extremely ardent and crazy faith in the God-Emperor deep in their hearts.

This belief is like a blazing flame, driving them forward courageously and never retreating.

The Sanctuary World of Makboose-Quintus is not known for its scarce resources or extremely harsh natural environment.

On the contrary, what really makes it so popular is the surging and almost crazy religious belief contained in this place.

Because of this, it has become the supreme pilgrimage site in the minds of many believers in the Calixis sector.

The endless stream of pilgrims who came to worship not only brought vitality and vigor to this land, but also constituted the core strength of the Mark Bain militia.

Among this group of militiamen, the most outstanding ones were finally able to stand out after layers of selection and training, and formed the current Mark Bain's personal guards that are feared by all.

In the thrilling and brutal battles, they always regarded the great Saint Drus as the supreme role model, marched forward fearlessly, and rushed into the enemy camp without hesitation.

Deep in the eyes of these brave and fearless warriors, there shines an unwavering light.

They understood deeply that only through this kind of courageous fighting, willing to sacrifice their lives and forgetting about life and death, could they truly express their most sincere, deepest and most pious respect and admiration to the almighty God-Emperor.

Because this emotion has been deeply rooted in the deepest part of their souls and has become an inseparable part of their lives.

To this day, no one can escape the influence of the power of faith.

The powerful force that came from the depths of the soul was like a surging torrent, sweeping over everyone's body and mind.

Faced with such a lofty and sacred mission, no one would choose to retreat or refuse this supreme honor.

They knew clearly that if they were fortunate enough to become a member of the personal guard, it would be equivalent to embarking on a mysterious and sacred pilgrimage.

This road is destined to be bumpy, but they are willing to shoulder the heavy responsibility and mission, and resolutely convey the Emperor's raging wrath to the Chaos forces hiding in dark corners and remote borders.