Chapter 3332 Red Blood Melting Gold (4)
Boom boom boom——
The dull explosion of the melta bomb began to sound, and the evil weapons on the pyramid began to flash and go out one by one. It was hurting and dying.
Only the dark green doors were still open, continuing to spit out alien soldiers.
Marcusius did not stop, but grabbed the flag and continued upward, fighting all the way.
But suddenly, a huge crack appeared in front of them, emitting a strange light.
Marcus himself felt an unusual sense of foreboding. What were they releasing?
Everyone stopped and there was silence all around, like a silent omen of death.
Then, those things suddenly appeared.
It is taller than a heavy tank and has a weird three-legged structure. The end of its left hand is a ruthless claw, and its right hand has two, one hand is a huge blade, and the other is a vicious long-range weapon. It stood like a mountain in front of the soldiers, and then four smaller similar beings appeared next to it. Their arms were all terrifying giant blades.
The next second, these monsters pounced with a harsh metallic scream.
In an instant, blood and flesh splattered, and wailings continued. The human soldiers were like dolls that were blown away, being thrown into pieces into the sky in the death whirlwind composed of sharp claws and giant blades.
Marcus Hughes stared and opened his mouth. He could barely suppress his scream, but before he could make a sound, half of someone's body hit him head-on.
"Ah!"
With a scream, he was knocked backwards, his foot fell, and he began to roll down the stairs.
Marcus Hughes felt like he was playing football as a child. He kept hitting the hard and cold black stone, then rolled over, and so on.
Until he finally fell heavily, Marcus Hughes' face hit the ground hard. If it weren't for the breathing mask, this blow would have been enough to give him a bloody head. In fact, he also felt a dull pain in his ribs. One or two may have broken.
In a daze, his ears were filled with all kinds of sounds, cries, screams, roars, explosions, gunshots, and slaps
"Uh"
He shook his head, curled up his legs, and knelt on the ground, holding his hands on the ground. He felt that his internal organs were upside down. He had just fallen to a height of at least fifty meters. He survived because of the combat uniform he was wearing.
Then he raised his head and saw that the battlefield was in chaos, and the alien was not forced to a dead end as he thought
Nightmarish figures loomed in the explosion's firelight, emerging from the walls, under the floors and from the ceiling like ghosts.
Tomb Ghost, he immediately knew what he was facing, and recalled the description he heard during the war situation course.
But there is no doubt that their power, or rather their lethality, is more terrifying and terrifying than anyone imagined.
They pounced on the unsuspecting soldiers who were attacking the pyramid, their elongated spines whipping like the tails of poisonous snakes, sending out deadly electric stings, while the sharp claws on both sides of their bodies easily tore open combat uniforms and flesh.
He saw with his own eyes a mechanical ghost staring at an officer. When the other party fired, its long tail whipped his chest like a whip, and then its scalpel-like fingers penetrated into the officer's breathing mask and pulled out from his chest. Thick blood streamed out of his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, another mechanical ghost flew towards him. Marco Houston was so frightened that he quickly stood up and waved his command sword.
Fortunately, a soldier near him reacted in time and used hot melt to preemptively strike. The red beam caused great damage to these metal ghosts. Its head was liquefied in a burst of hot melt flames, but the heat wave exhaled from the high temperature also slapped Marco Xiu. Si's helmet gave him the illusion that his cheeks felt burned, and even the smell of burning appeared in his nostrils.
But this was only a negligible counterattack. The soldiers besieging the pyramid were falling one after another, penetrated by those thorn tails or torn apart by sharp claws.
Marcus realized this was a trap, and the aliens deliberately allowed them to break through the defenses and even come close to victory, then sent a hidden ambush when they were almost exhausted.
At this time, the formation was completely messed up. They could not organize an effective counterattack at all. Various roars were hissing on the communication beads. Even he accepted this desperate situation. Even those ghoul-like alien infantrymen, who were on all fours like hounds and had long sharp claws, were running through the crowd unscrupulously, sneaking up on the commanders and heavy fire positions in the rear. They were cutting down their victims one after another. Almost before anyone could react.
Suddenly, someone shouted.
"The Astartes are coming! Don't be afraid!"
Although no Astartes were seen, this was undoubtedly a shot in the arm, and Marcusius immediately bent down and raised the fallen flag.
"Brothers! The angel is coming!"
As soon as he set up the "beacon", an undead spirit with sharp claws suddenly rushed in front of him, but a man immediately rushed out to intercept it.
The soldier brandished his laser gun and tried to fight the attacker away, driving his bayonet into his opponent's eye socket while the opponent's claws took away his face as the breathing mask and face were ripped off , Marcus Hughes saw that the soldier's eyes were full of primitive anger, and his eyes looked pale under the bloody and exposed muscles.
When the soldier who was saving him was pierced by sharp claws, but still hugged him tightly, Marcus felt a surge of anger. He raised his sword and stabbed into one of its eye sockets, extinguishing the green light inside, allowing this The creature spun helplessly and fell.
Soldiers and enemies fell together.
But more people gathered around him. Marcus turned around with his sword raised, and the repelled immortals came towards him in hundreds and saw the same expressionless skull face. , but there was no trace of fear in Marcus Hughes's heart.
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They shoot out bursts of emerald-colored energy streams, turning those hit into ashes. But none of the soldiers retreated.
Behind them were larger skeletons, their lower bodies cut off and fused to anti-gravity platforms, their right arms replaced by bulky gauss cannons.
"Get ready!"
Marcus Hughes raised the flag, and around him there might have been a few hundred people, or fewer, and he could hear their desperate gasps.
The huge three-legged monster also walked slowly towards them, its cold eyes seemed to have some kind of teasing, and Marcus Hughes also laughed contemptuously in return.
He threw away his sword and held the flag tightly with both hands. The flag was riddled with holes and had most of it burned away, but it still had meaning——
revenge.
"Run!!!"
With a roar, Marcus Hughes stepped forward, and the others also roared, raising various weapons in their hands and rushing towards the oncoming army of destruction.
They did not see the angels there until they died, but they believed that they were behind them, and the blood they shed would open up a negligible path for their sword blades
"These mortals attract the attention of the aliens very well."
Zelaus, the first company commander of the Minotaur Chapter, could hear the fierce fighting sounds from a distance, and he only had this comment about it.
By his side were a hundred veterans, as well as his squad of Ixalion Terminators.
They did not join the Orpheus Death Army's attack on the energy node, because their chapter leader judged that the enemy must have deployed heavy troops there, so this was an opportunity. They speeded up and approached the center of the ship from another way. , and even have a chance to eliminate the alien leader who lacks protection.
As for those mortal soldiers, they were meant to die.