"Let's go!"

Judging from the current situation, the Warhammer is obviously not the best weapon. I replaced it with a rifle and called on my commandos to move forward.

I was still rushing in front, surrounded by heavy rock shields. If those fanatics wanted to ambush, I would give them some color.

"Clean all the rooms," I waved my hand to the soldiers behind me, "You must never let anyone go!"

The soldiers who received the order smirked, and the sound of the broken door kept coming from behind me, and from time to time, I could hear a few screams from the hiding people.

Their exclamations quickly turned into pleading, and disappeared after a few gunshots.

I waited quietly at the exit of this area, and in front of me was the gate leading to the next area.

It took a lot of effort to clean these hidden soldiers, and it was not until ten minutes later that the commandos cleaned all the rooms.

"Very good," I lifted the hammer again, "Let's keep going! These damn deserters have delayed us too much, and I don't want to fall behind Hickrad too much!"

The soldiers cheered one after another to cheer themselves up. Amid the cheers, I smiled and waved the war hammer, smashing the wooden door blocking the road into debris all over the floor.

Behind the wooden door is a simple position. As soon as I broke the door, bullets and crossbow arrows poured at us, with dazzling golden javelins mixed in the middle.

"Everyone is on guard! There is the scum of the court!"

Ordinary bullets and crossbow arrows may not be able to penetrate the thick set of power armor on our bodies, but I know that those so-called magical techniques can definitely do this.

Cabofis has been in chaos for so long, and my commandos naturally understood this truth. They all hid behind pillars or obstacles, revealing only a pair of weapons-holding hands facing the position.

I waved my hand, and a rune was quickly outlined. A small ball with red light flew out, colliding with the golden javelin in mid-air, and then disappeared without a trace at the same time.

After solving the magic trick, I looked back at the commandos. Everyone was not in good condition. Although they were not injured, due to the existence of the monks in the Inquisition, they could not show their heads and were firmly suppressed behind the obstacles.

Although they kept fighting back with their guns and steam crossbows, if they continued like this, their morale would definitely be affected.

"No," I raised my hammer and dizzed a golden light on my head. "I must find a way to boost their morale."

For the current situation, the best way is to... break into the enemy's formation.

"Red Dragon Saren is here! Don't you, the empire, want my life!? Come and get it!"

I shouted angrily and rushed forward with the hammer. Although this would make me the primary goal of those monks in the Inquisition, this was the best solution.

The bullets kept hitting this new power armor, splashing sparks a little, and the arrows were bounced away directly, and even a mark could not be left behind.

I smiled proudly, and another whirlwind erupted from my feet, making my whole body three points faster.

The simple camp was close at hand, so I took a deep breath and began to outline the shield runes.

If I guessed correctly, those monks must have begun to release magical skills with me as their target, as long as they are not fools.

It seemed to be to confirm my thoughts. My shield rune had just been drawn, and before my mental power could be connected, six javelins suddenly appeared in front of me, and began to condense continuously and gradually became physical.

In this somewhat dim corridor, these six javelins with dazzling golden light were like six dazzling suns, illuminating the entire corridor extremely transparent, and the Imperial Army soldiers who were closer subconsciously covered their eyes.

"Is this the scumbags of the Inquisition?" I laughed and rushed into the enemy's formation. The hammer danced up and down, and the broken limbs and arms on the ground, the flesh and mud were scattered, and the walls and ceilings of the corridor were soon stained with blood.

Under my merciless massacre, the morale of the left-behind Imperial Army quickly collapsed. They paniced and threw down their weapons and fled towards the depths of the corridor.

"Come back! You are the steel soldiers of the empire!"

I saw one of the six monks glaring and shouting in a furious manner.

He was wearing a simple linen robe with a simple leather armor over his robe, and there were a lot of scrolls and potions on the belt around his waist.

"El Cain curses you, the scum of the Inquisition!" A curse came from a distance, "There has never been a honor in this war!"

"Ha," I looked at him mockingly, "It seems that even you empires do not agree with your actions."

I walked towards them step by step, "Look at what your judges do here, the old, weak, women and children are tied up by you and brought to the battlefield, but it is still such a brutal means."

The monk closed his eyes, "This matter... has nothing to do with me."

"Elcain curses you!" I lifted the hammer hard and knocked the monk in front of me away. "You are doing this to discredit your God Emperor."

I looked at him fiercely, "Poor Einhofen's founding emperor," I sneered, "I'm afraid you will be detrimental for thousands of years."

"No! No!"

"No!?" I picked him up, "Look at you around you! There is no place for you in Garcia's heaven! Even Elcain's Kingdom of Death cannot tolerate you!"

"No……"

He sat on the ground in dismay, covering his head in pain.

"What else can I say to him! Salon is the empire's shame. As long as he can be won, all the sacrifices are worth it!"

"Idiot," I was too lazy to say more to the monk behind me, and smashed him into meat paste with one hammer.

Their magic javelin hit my shield, but it could only cause waves.

"Suffer to die!"

I looked at the monks who looked at me coldly, and the anger in my heart could no longer be suppressed and rose rapidly.

Under the influence of anger, I waved the war hammer and smashed them all into meat paste.

"The bastard of the Inquisition has died under my warhammer! Everyone, charge with me!"

I held up the war hammer with fresh minced meat on it. The commandos who had been suppressed for a long time roared excitedly and rushed forward with me with weapons.

This is an extremely narrow corridor. Many glasses on both sides of the corridor have been completely broken. Through the corridor, you can see the raging fires burning outside.

"Go away!"

I looked at the corridors on both sides of the left and right, and an ominous feeling gradually rose from the bottom of my heart.

"For the God Emperor!"

My voice was still echoing in the narrow corridor. The door opposite the corridor was suddenly kicked open, and a large group of Inquisition monks holding divine bombs rushed towards us.

"Damn it! It's the inquisition's madmen, open fire! open fire!"

I hurriedly dropped the warhammer, took out my rifle, and started to fire continuously, but the monks from the Inquisition seemed to have made up their attention and rushed towards us one by one.

Bullets kept pouring out, and every minute and every second the monks from the Inquisition fell to the ground.

But more monks in the Inquisition rushed up stepping on the bodies of their colleagues, holding up grenades, full of light flashing with divine power.

"Sir Salon, look!"

A panicked voice came from me, and I turned my head and looked along his hand.

A large group of monks with extremely frenzy eyes were blazing flames all over their bodies, and they flipped in through the windows on both sides of the corridor. There were still a lot of glass debris on the windows. They were quickly cut and covered in wounds, and their clothes became torn and ragged.

I looked at many monks whose thighs had been broken and crawled towards us step by step. A cold air suddenly rose up along my spine.

"Stop them!"

I gritted my teeth and fucked my rifle and kept firing.

"Sir! There are their people behind them!"

"What!?"

I looked back with my eyes wide open, and there were many monks from the Inquisition behind us, and they rushed towards us with great enthusiasm.

The commando beside me looked at me, gritted his teeth, and raised his pistol, "Escort Mr. Saren to retreat! Mr. Saren must not die here!"

"yes!"

"Damn it," I watched the two commandos grab my arms, "What are you going to do!? Let me go!"

"Stop those fanatics! Cover Mr. Saren's retreat at all costs!"

A large number of commandos dropped their rifles and rushed forward with war hammers. Explosions came quickly, and the broken arms covered with armor quickly flew over from the front.

"The rest, five people were separated to charge backwards, and the rest came with me to fight the scum of the court!"

"Abide by the order!"

The two soldiers who were in charge of raising me quickly turned around and ran towards the direction we came. In front of them were five commandos responsible for opening the way.

"Let's fire! Open fire! There are too many of them!"

"No, they got too close and pulled out their weapons!"

"For the God Emperor!"

A fanatical slogan suddenly rang out, and several fully armed fanatics jumped up, hugged the commando tightly, and then smiled and detonated the divine power that had already been hidden in their bodies.

The deafening explosion first came into my ears, followed by a rolling heat wave mixed with divine power hitting me. The broken limbs and broken arms were flying everywhere, including commandos, and those lunatics.

"Send Lord Salon!"

The five soldiers responsible for opening the road were killed and injured. With their efforts, I was finally taken to the broken door.

"Run, sir!" One of them let go of me and pushed me hard, "You must not die here!"

The other person nodded at me resolutely. The two of them finally smiled at me and blocked the door.

I gritted my teeth, looked at them, and ran out without looking back.

The explosion and screams came from behind me soon. I resisted the urge to cry and continued to run forward desperately.

"What's going on!?"
To be continued...