Chapter 891 Holy Light!

When Bendict's troops were 5 kilometers away from the Black Stone Spire, and the 250-meter-high spire became slender and tiny in their sight, the Battle of Cadia entered the third stage.

The green light on the top of the Black Stone Spire became more and more intense, and its color became more and more intense. Just observing this green and black light could cause the soldiers to have symptoms such as dementia, numbness, and vomiting. If Bendict was waiting under the tower, he couldn't imagine how bad the situation would be.

Finally, the green light on the spire was completely transformed into black light, shooting straight into the sky. The eyes of fear that were pushed away by these spires began to enlarge, as if they were pulled back again.

At the same time, boundless darkness began to cover the sky, which was a darker scene than the dead starry sky. Bendict had seen the desolate land in the universe in the battleship. There were only one or two lights smaller than sesame in the vast darkness. These lights were transmitted from lonely stars tens of thousands of light years away.

At that time, the sky was not even a tiny ray of light. Pure darkness spread unstoppably. Many people believed that this was a secret weapon activated by the Black Legion during the invasion. Many legions fired at the darkness in the land where the sun still shone. Countless laser beams and shells fell into the land where the outline could no longer be seen.

Bendict also joined the war against darkness. He was still driving a Leman Russ command tank equipped with a Victor Cannon.

Shells were loaded, lasers were calibrated, and shells were fired. After a set of processes that allowed the machine soul to play its maximum role, Bendict's eyes were fixed on the tail of the shell that could penetrate the Titan armor through the screen of the observer.

Crossing a long distance and drawing a graceful curve, this shell that Bendict had high hopes for fell into the darkness and exploded. Light appeared in an instant, and then was crushed by darkness.

All kinds of facts have proved that the attack of the imperial army has no effect on blocking the darkness, but the tradition of the imperial army is to swing the sword in the face of despair. The headquarters activated a large number of lethal weapons buried deep underground. Tens of thousands of missiles attacked from all directions, shooting at the spires that had been fixed on the surface of the planet for millions of years or even longer. Although the darkness covered everything, the position did not change at all.

The rumble of the explosion in the distance was suppressed to a very terrifying and deformed level, which made people panic and nervous from the bottom of their hearts. Bendict didn't know the result of the bombing, but he knew that the struggle of the imperial army was not successful this time when he saw that the darkness had not retreated.

The darkness completely covered the planet, and only the light emitted by the equipment could barely see the surrounding situation. There was no sign of the enemy's attack, only the soldiers who were frightened by the darkness fired accidentally, and the shouts of the political commissar to maintain order.

"Stand up, you cowards! Waste! Cadia needs you! The Emperor needs you! Be strong for me! Can your crying make the enemy lay down their weapons against you!"

The words of the political commissar are always so beautiful, and hearing the voices of these cold-faced living devils made Bendict's tension dissipate a lot.

Then they marched in the dark. The headquarters was re-adjusting the planet's defense zone and removing the unlucky legions that failed to escape from the Blackstone Spire from the list.

Along the way, Bendict saw many people fall down in a daze. They were not injured and fell asleep. The medical soldiers could not handle this situation at all.

Bendict's 101st Armored Regiment lost one-third of its members during the dark march. Everyone was afraid that they would be the next one to fall asleep in the dark. They held icons of various shapes and prayed to the Emperor for protection and hoped that their families would be safe.

Then Bendict began to feel the numbness and nausea caused by looking directly at the light of the spire. He felt that his fingers were very clumsy, and his whole body was stiff and cold, as if his blood was not flowing.

Just when Bendict thought he was about to fall asleep in the tank's cabin, he finally saw a ray of golden light in the endless darkness.

The golden light was not swallowed by the darkness, but was fighting back powerfully. Some people said ecstatically that they heard the hymns sung by the nuns. The entire army, which had been hit by the darkness and had low morale, immediately became inspired and moved faster towards the area where the golden light was.

"Holy light! This is the Holy Light of the Emperor!" The state religion zealots cried with joy. They were the fastest runners in the entire team.

Bendict will never forget this section of the road. Everyone's movements exuded a sense of hope. Even the political commissars in the army, who were known for their cautious suspicion, became excited. They loudly repeated the many duties of fulfilling loyalty, fired guns into the sky, and encouraged the soldiers' movements with the roar of their bolt pistols.

They soon reached the edge of the area covered by the holy light. They were finally able to see the ground clearly without the help of lights, and the thick black air wrapped around their ankles and tracks like the hands of the dead disappeared.

There were several fortress cities stationed on a wide plain, and the largest fortress city had an amazing giant church. The corridors were lined with stained glass saint epics, and the walls were interspersed with ribs and skulls donated by devout believers. The Gothic towering spires were surrounded by statues of weeping angels of mercy, and the highest points were constantly shooting rich holy light into the sky.

Not only Bendict's troops were rushing here, but all the surviving troops in this part of the war zone appeared at the edge of the holy light.

The superiors asked them to keep going until they could stop at the foot of the fortress city. Along the way, Bendict also saw Space Marines. These angels of death looked miserable. The influence of darkness on them seemed to be weaker than that of the Astra Militarum composed of mortals. At least Bendict had never seen a dead Space Marine.

A Space Marine was hung up by a large mechanical servant like a puppet. His brother could only kneel on one knee panting and use his chainsaw sword and arms to support himself from falling.

Some were very weak, and some were too energetic. The nuns, priests of the state religion, and the sages of the Mechanicus were among them. Those mechanical priests wearing red cloth and gray robes and emitting a strong smell of engine oil were not too conspicuous, but those combat sisters wearing clean armor and holy wax oil were shining with gold, showing a sacred and inviolable appearance.

Bendict didn't know why this happened. Perhaps the loyalty and love of the combat sisters to the Emperor led to this, but wouldn't this idea be a disguised way of saying that Space Marines were not as loyal and loving to the Emperor as nuns? Bendict didn't dare say such words out loud. He could only think about it in his heart and continue to observe how the situation developed.