The Emperor’s Angel of Death

#3347 - Beat the dog when it's down

Chapter 3350: Beating a Dog in the Water

When the two rushed back to the Law Department fortress gate, it was already in chaos, with the wails of wounded soldiers everywhere.

The air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood.

Many, even those who were not injured, huddled on the ground, trembling, not moving even when officers kicked and punched them, but there were also brave individuals who, even if they weren't soldiers, spontaneously picked up weapons and went to the Law Department gate and the second-floor watchtower area to defend.

"Besai! What happened to him!"

Seeing Sablin approaching, Li Lin, who was dragging his left leg, hurried over.

His condition was also miserable, his armor was tattered, one arm from wrist to shoulder was wrapped in bandages and hemostatic gel, there was a deep, bone-deep scar on his chin, and the armor below his left knee looked like it had been gnawed by something, exposing metal tendons and various electronic components, as well as Li Lin's leg full of wounds—at the time, he thought his foot was going to be bitten off by the metal beetles.

Sablin put Besai down and simply said to the apothecary:

"Quickly treat him first."

Then he explained to Li Lin:

"Besai is dying, he wants to become a Dreadnought."

"This—"

Li Lin squatted down, checked Besai's condition, and slammed his fist hard on the ground a few seconds later.

"Damn it! This battle is really frustrating! When will the reinforcements arrive!? Does the Captain really want us to die here!"

His voice was very loud, echoing in the huge Law Department judgment hall, and the surrounding sounds suddenly disappeared a lot.

Soon, some people began to sob softly, while others remained silent, and an atmosphere of despair filled the corridors and temporary stretchers.

Sablin kicked Li Lin, knocking him to the ground.

"What nonsense are you talking about! The Captain will not abandon anyone! Whether it's a Space Marine or a mortal soldier! We are on a mission! The most important mission! If you shake the morale of the army again, I'll kill you too!"

Seeing Sablin's very rare anger, even Li Lin didn't react, sitting on the ground for a long time before finally nodding sullenly.

"Oh, then if I can't make it later, remember to relieve me, I don't want to become a Dreadnought."

"Li Lin, you bastard! I—"

Boom!

Suddenly, a roar exploded above the hall, followed by shaking and falling dust, and screams came from all over the crowd.

"The bombing has started again! Li Lin, don't be paralyzed! Go and assist with the defense!"

After speaking, Sablin ran towards the stairs on the right, shouting all the way:

"Don't panic! Those who can move, take those who can't to the back! Prioritize the wounded under cover!"

When he ran to the second-floor watchtower, many soldiers were staring blankly at the sky, and Sablin also looked up.

But he saw silver raptors, like sunlight piercing through the dark clouds, rushing out of the rolling smoke.

They dragged long contrails, diving down in almost a straight line, with the Stormhawk Interceptors at the head, followed by Stormtalons and Stormravens.

Then, in a moment, the entire dark cloud was lifted, and hundreds of fighters roared into the skies above the ruined hive city, and the only response they received was a handful of Necron fighters—even though they had slaughtered thousands of Imperial aircraft of all kinds.

But even with overwhelming technical advantages, after a long period of continuous high-intensity combat, the Necron fighters inevitably suffered losses, and the remaining ones had various energy overloads or pilot injuries for various reasons.

When faced with the most elite human aviation squadron again, they were no longer so advantageous.

Therefore, when the Lightning and Fury fighter squadrons attacked them, the Menhirs' air force could only choose to disperse, using their maneuverability advantages to contain the human air force, which had an absolute advantage in numbers, as much as possible.

This led to gaps in the originally tight air defense circle.

The Stormravens roared down, launching a fierce artillery attack on the Necron formations on the ground.

Gliding bombs and missiles set off waves of destruction, throwing broken metal into the sky.

Then they quickly lowered their altitude and came above the Law Department fortress.

Immediately afterwards, the hatches opened, and huge silver-gray figures jumped straight down.

"Sablin? Is that you?"

One of them saw Sablin on the watchtower, hurried over, and took off his helmet.

Sablin saw that it was Hamo.

"Hamo, why are you here? Didn't the void battle end?"

Hamo nodded.

"It's basically over."

"Did we win?"

"Well, sort of, but the cost was a bit high."

Hearing the word 'cost,' Sablin sighed softly.

"Dealing with this kind of enemy, a high cost is understandable... So now?"

Hamo put his helmet back on.

"It's our turn to counterattack! The Chapter Master's order is to leave as many of their ground troops as possible behind.

Even if they can resurrect again and again, it won't be without any cost.

The Tech-priests also said that these xenos need energy to resurrect.

As long as they die enough times, so much that their energy can't supply it, then they are essentially completely dead!"

"Counterattack..."

Sablin was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, it's time to counterattack!"

"Sablin, are you okay?"

"Good."

Sablin turned around, looked at the ragged, dusty soldiers with uneasy expressions, and then said softly:

"...Not very good."

"I heard that you held out for a long time, surrounded by the enemy, which is amazing and will be rewarded... But you look very tired.

The Eleventh Company and those soldiers can rest well, leave the rest to us."

Sablin didn't answer, but Li Lin's voice sounded.

"Rest my ass! I want revenge!"

Seeing Li Lin walking over, dragging his injured leg, Hamo was slightly stunned, and then hesitantly said:

"Li Lin, you... are injured, you need treatment."

"I won't die! Just have the Techmarine help me repair the Terminator! I haven't killed enough of these metal bastards!"

Sablin looked at the soldiers.

"Do you want to rest, or join the counterattack?"

There were more than a hundred soldiers on the watchtower.

They were silent at first, then suddenly a hand went up, shorter than the others.

"Counterattack! I want to avenge my father and mother!"

It was a boy who looked only fifteen years old, wearing an ill-fitting uniform and carrying a slightly oversized lasgun.

"Counterattack!"

Then the second hand went up, then the third...

Finally, everyone raised their hands, and a roar from the soul came from their dry, hoarse throats.

Counterattack!

Revenge!

Even though they were all scarred and exhausted, the enemy had ravaged their home and killed their relatives, but now they wanted to leave?

They would never agree!

Sablin turned his head and looked at Hamo.

"That's my answer."

Hamo was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I understand, then organize it, the operation will begin immediately.

Captain Talos has deployed heavy troops and is about to launch a general attack on the enemy's largest fortress, maybe we can still catch up.

This time we will beat a dog in the water! Let all these metal bastards stay!"