nucmednet Chapter 301 The Second Company Commander is Still Invincible
Chapter 301 The Second Company Commander is Still Invincible
Astland paused for a moment and then said, "It seems we really need support. You come back first, and I'll contact the Space Marines right away."
In fact, Astland did not want to call for backup because he knew that the commander in charge of this battle was the Ultramarines Second Company Commander, Cato Sicarius, an arrogant guy. However, the situation forced him to have no choice.
Astram's silver mask gleamed coldly in the holographic projection of the communicator, and his voice carried the mechanical chill characteristic of the Grey Knights: "Company Commander Cato Sicarius, we need your tactical support."
A holographic image of the Ultramarines' Second Company Commander appeared, his cobalt blue armor emblazoned with the emblem of the Radiance of Macragge. Cato's twin swords were crossed in front of his chest, their blades gleaming with a cold, sharp light. A haughty smile played on his lips: "The Grey Knights have to beg for help? It seems you've finally realized that you can't win this war with just silver swords and prayers."
Russell's golden arc of electricity flickered faintly in the shadows, and the blade of the Bloodthirsty entrenching tool reflected the tactical medallion on Cato's breastplate—a mark of glory from the Terran Wars.
"The coordinates of the contaminated point have been confirmed, but we need to break through the Death Guard's steel defenses." Astram brought up the holographic sand table, where seventeen heavy firepower points were marked on the three-dimensional model of the black building.
Cato twirled his twin swords in his hands, producing a crisp metallic clang: "My company can lead the attack, but you Grey Knights must be responsible for psionic suppression—especially that mortal who can unleash lightning." His gaze pierced through the projection, locking onto Russell in the corner.
Russell's golden arc of electricity suddenly surged, and his entrenching tool pierced the ground: "My name is Russell, not a 'mortal who can unleash lightning'."
Forty-eight hours later, the Ultramarines' Thunderhawk squadron tore through the poisonous cloud. Cato wielded his twin swords, the blades arcing silver light as they precisely cleaved through the cluster of Nurgle's pustules.
"Psionic interference initiated!" Astram's Grey Knight squad deployed on the flanks, their silver swords plunging into the ground to form exorcism arrays. Russell, riding his monstrous bird, swooped down from the sky, golden arcs of electricity blasting gaps in the Death Guard's anti-air defenses.
"Sicarios, three o'clock!" Russell's roar came through the crackling of electric arcs.
Cato cleaved the head of a Plague Warrior with his crossed swords, responding with a cold laugh, "I don't need mortals to teach me how to fight!" But his swords were already pointing at three o'clock, and the company quickly shifted its fire.
The interior of the black building is like a miniature garden of filth, a den of pus.
Cato Sicarius's twin swords traced chilling silver arcs in the dimly lit passage, the energy fields on their blades trembling with a buzzing sound. His cobalt-blue armor grounded over the writhing, intestinal-like biomass, splashing foul-smelling pus with every step.
Suddenly, three Death Guard Terminators appeared from around the corner. Maggots crawled on their rusted armor, plague sprayers spewed yellowish-green toxic mist, and power scythes were bound with chains blessed by Nurgle. The lead Terminator roared, "Blue canned goods of Macragge… your corpse will become fertilizer for Father's Garden!"
Cato's lips curled into a cold smile, his twin swords crossed in an X shape in front of his chest: "Then let your benevolent father see how his garden is tended."
The moment the first power scythe slashed down, Cato's left sword slashed upwards, the energy field colliding with the Plague Chains to create blue-green sparks. His right sword, like a viper's tongue, precisely pierced the gap in the Terminator helmet's visor.
“Too slow.” Cato’s whisper was laced with contempt as he twisted his wrist sharply. The blade vibrated rapidly inside the Terminator’s skull, and rotting brain matter spurted from the seams of the armor, exploding into a foul-smelling firework on the wall.
The second Terminator's plague jet began charging, but Cato had already leaped into the air. His twin swords spun into silver halos above his head as he plummeted down like a drill—the blades ripped through the Terminator's shoulder armor like a meat grinder, slicing the plague fuel tanks and half his torso into pieces.
"boom--!"
The explosion of the fuel tank sent the third Terminator flying. Cato planted his twin swords in the ground to steady himself, remaining as still as a rock amidst the shockwave. Splashes of corrosive liquid dripped onto his shoulder armor, only to be burned into wisps of smoke by the energy field.
The surviving Terminator struggled to his feet, and the chains of the power scythe suddenly shot out. Cato's left sword wrapped around the chains, while his right sword cleaved along the chains in a fiery arc—severing the hand, cutting through the elbow joint, and finally dismembering the entire mechanical arm into parts.
"You have tarnished the honor of warriors." Cato crossed his twin swords to parry the incoming scythe, and his power gauntlets suddenly sprang from his waist, shattering the Terminator's chest armor. The corrupted heart pounded on the gauntlets, which he crushed into a puddle of pus.
The last Terminator attempted to retreat, but was pinned to the waterfall of pus by Cato's hurled left sword. A subsequent spinning horizontal slash with his right sword sliced the enemy in two at the waist. Before his upper body even hit the ground, Cato's boots had already crushed the mushroom-covered head.
Cato flicked the putrid substance off his blade, his energy field incinerating the residue into ash. Russell's roar came through his communicator: "Sicarios! The east passage needs backup!"
Cato twirled his twin swords in his hands and stepped over the wreckage: "Tell that mortal that true warriors don't need reinforcements."
As he stormed into the next hall, twelve Death Guard Terminators were gathering. Cato's twin swords reflected his bloodthirsty smile: "Perfect, that wasn't even a warm-up."
With the invincible second company commander leading the charge and wreaking havoc ahead, Russell and his men quickly entered the core of the black building.
A great unclean being appeared before them.
Cato laughed: "Let's watch your performance, you Grey Knights."
The Great Unclean was quickly subdued under the siege of the Grey Knights.
"Now!" Astram pressed his silver sword against the belly of the Great Impure One.
Russell's golden arc of electricity coalesced into a spear of light on his entrenching tool, and he crashed into the core of the structure like a cannonball. When the source of corruption—a beating giant heart—was pierced by the spear of light, the poisonous fog within a ten-kilometer radius instantly solidified into green crystals, and then turned to dust in the psionic shockwave.
During the battlefield cleanup, Cato's twin swords were burning the remnants of Nurgle. The platoon leader approached Russell, pus still dripping from the blades: "Your fighting style... is quite interesting. Have you considered undergoing gene-seed modification?"
Astram's silver sword suddenly appeared between the two: "His soul belongs to the Emperor, not to any chapter."
Russell wiped the rotten residue off the entrenching tool, arcs of electricity dancing on his fingertips: "Tell your think tank director—next time you encounter a demon, just call me by my name."
Cato's laughter made the armor vibrate, and as he turned, the U-shaped insignia on his shoulder armor gleamed blood-red in the setting sun.