Chapter 3331 Red Blood Melting Gold (3)
"Men of Orpheus!"
The general with his power sword roared, leaping onto the tank and facing the enemy pyramid.
Before him, his entire army was thrown into battle, engaged in a ruthless battle against the xenos.
"Victory is at hand! No retreat! No mercy! For the Emperor, the Empire and Orps!"
Those closest to the general cheered wildly and rushed forward.
The limited number of heavy-duty fighter servitors also went into battle. The tracks on their lower bodies made loud noises, and the plasma cannons in their hands began to accumulate energy and sparkle.
When the infantry approached only a few hundred meters away from the pyramid, the ground in front exploded, and a large number of deadly underworld structures poured out. The huge body of the stalker swept through the crowd, tearing apart the front line, and tens of thousands of saints The beetles dragged the men to the ground, tearing their flesh from their bones.
They were answered with flamethrowers and frag grenades, while the plasma cannons of the heavy fighter servitors continuously bombarded the constructs emerging from the terrain, completely ignoring the possibility of superheated explosions.
On the left and right sides, mechanical ant bulls and soldiers armed with heavy weapons continued to charge against the storm of Gaussian firepower. Although the Gaussian firepower shattered many of them into pieces, thousands of them fell in just a few minutes. Suddenly, smoke filled the battlefield, and green lightning shot through the crowd, harvesting lives one by one.
Relying on determination and courage, the Orpheus Death Army still flooded the battlefield like a tide. They stepped over the remains of the scarab and arrived at the towering base of the pyramid. The immortals continued to resist, and many of them were killed. They were knocked down by fierce crossfire, and the Gauss weapons in their hands continued to kill, but after every human soldier was killed, several came to take their place.
Marcus Hughes was still holding the flag. He was very lucky. He was not killed or injured. It may be because he was carrying the flag and the soldiers spontaneously surrounded him and withstood the fatal attack for him.
By this time, the emptiness had left him, and another passion filled his chest.
Everyone marched shoulder to shoulder. The shooting time had long ended. There were still sporadic artillery fires behind them, but now the fighting distance had shortened. Many people picked up swords or engineer shovels.
There is going to be a hand-to-hand combat soon, which will be very brutal. There will be no skills, it will depend entirely on courage.
In such a battle, the flag will play a key role. The soldiers rely on the flag to identify the direction in the chaos, so they will gather around him.
Soon, those alien metal skeletons were in sight. They looked so thin and fragile, but everyone knew that metal was generally harder than bones and meat. What they had to do, in one sentence, was to hit the stone with an egg. .
"Go!!!"
The soldiers roared like bulls and struggled forward. Gauss attacked again, another group of people died, and then the two sides collided.
Sapper shovels, chainswords, and bayonets pounded furiously at the defenders as if they were shards of metal on an anvil, ready to be smashed to pieces.
The pyramid was already close at hand, and on the left wing, the assault force had almost desperately rushed to the first step. In the chaos, Marcus Hughes seemed to catch a glimpse of the alien commander, who was at almost the highest position of the pyramid, with a metal cloak on his face. Swaying in the strong wind blown by the explosion, he was surrounded by his bodyguards holding shields and shining all over.
"Bastard! Die!"
A roar attracted Marcus Hughes's attention. There was a soldier in front of him, waving a chain sword that he didn't know where it came from, and roaring angrily. An immortal tried to hit him with the weapon, but was killed first. The chain saw broke the head and it fell to the ground. But another bladed weapon suddenly slashed from the soldier's left shoulder with a crunch, almost cutting into his chest. The soldier screamed and hit the other immortal on the head with a chain saw, then knocked him down. , slashing the opponent's neck with a chain saw again and again, until all his own blood was sprinkled on the limp alien body before he fell.
Marco Hughes realized he was already in the center of the melee.
"Sir——"
At this time, a man crawled to Marcus Hughes' feet and grabbed his calf, which scared Marcus Hughes and raised his sword.
Then he noticed that this was one of his own. This man had been pierced by some weapon from his neck to his stomach, his intestines were leaking out, and he was still talking horribly.
".I, kill, I, the alien is destroyed."
Realizing that the other party recognized him as an officer, Marcus Hughes quickly nodded in salute, and then sent the other party to the throne with a precise sword. This is the duty of all officers. Although he is not actually one, he feels that he should fulfill it. this obligation.
"May the throne receive your soul."
Marcus Hughes grunted and strode forward.
In all directions, the Immortals' defenses were shaken. They were hit hard on every front, and were eventually pushed onto the pyramid.
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"Come on! Rush up and destroy it!"
When they came to this mysterious alien-shaped building, the black stairs and stone walls were already covered with pits. Traces of early shelling could be seen everywhere. The destroyed arches were full of metal debris. Because the crowd was so crowded, it was very difficult to stand firm. Difficult, Marco Hughes often felt himself staggering because the crowd around him pushed him forward.
The staircase he was on was as wide as two tanks, but due to limited roads, so many people had to squeeze up, and some engineers had already begun to look for weak points to place melta bombs.
On the steps on the other side of the pyramid, the sounds of fighting can already be heard. The defenders may have been driven away, but it is clear that resistance continues.
After some pushing and cursing, Marcusius finally reached the second level of the pyramid. He placed the flag in a gap and waved his sword.
"Brothers! Work harder! We are about to win!"
Although it is full of noise and noise, for some reason this pyramid still makes people feel gloomy and lonely. The dull black rock is its main body. What is even weirder is that each side is decorated with narrow windows. The only good thing is that once you come, Once on it, its weapons no longer seem to work.
From the ground, the place looked like a bunch of thick towers. Everything was tall, narrow, and torturous, and the weapons were nowhere to be seen.
Only on the top of the tower stood a strange bulbous object, with a cold green light coming from inside.
The soldiers struggled to climb the stairs, every bridge, every arch, every pillar.
They desperately tried to attack every defensive position until all the aliens were killed before being pushed to the next place. Marcus Hughes looked back and saw that the forward troops were still following him.