Chapter 42 The power of hot melt
The roar of the monster engine made people feel oppressive, and the explosion exploded on the Chimera's flank. The loyal imperial machinery was also turned into scrap metal at this moment, which made people feel heartbroken and silenced the soldiers.
The huge orc machines continue to move forward, flamethrowers and chain saws will kill all living creatures, failure may be close to them, so-called sacrifices and heroes are worthless in the face of the power of true destruction?
The heavy explosive bomb team continued to fire, and the only answer they received was the flames sprayed by the orc mechas, which turned the explosive bombs into thick molten iron and turned the soldiers into charred brown skeletons.
The evil voice of waaagh echoed in the dense and narrow forest, the power of canned fear spread in people's hearts, and the emperor's blessing completely dissipated in the face of absolute power.
The soldiers were not necessarily desperate. In the end, all eyes still rested on the heroic platoon leader Alan Beyer.
From the day Alan Bayer could remember, the so-called specialness was far away from him. He had seen the teacher's tirelessness and read countless complicated test papers, and he also expected miracles in his heart.
His family was looking forward to him, with expectations wrapped around his body. In his eyes at that time, the sky was still completely blue.
But he is not the legendary angel who has the protection of the emperor, nor is he the so-called saint who can be resurrected after death.
I heard that if you were as strong as Staff Officer Kane, you could tear this piece of rotten iron apart with your bare hands, but he was just a mortal, like an ant in front of it.
He had nothing but luck to protect him...
But they called him a hero
Because he has brought miracles
They called him a hero
Because he was born differently
They made him a hero
Because he survived the catastrophe
They forced him to be a hero
Because that’s the only way
Then he is simply a hero
If only I could save the world!
Alan Baier got up, took off his energy backpack and lowered his weight. The ridiculously weak hell gun pointed at the metal monster and roared. The beam hit its sensor, causing the huge monster to shake.
"Come here!" he shouted, and as he ran, he caused the orc machine to turn its gun, allowing other soldiers to roll and crawl out of the bunker and run toward the city with ammunition and equipment.
However, the beam of his hell gun failed to penetrate the machine body when it hit it. The so-called heroic words before were just a joke now.
But he will not sit still and wait for death. Maybe it sounds stupid to give his new relatives a chance to live, but Alan Bayer also hopes that he can live towards death this time.
His shoulders were aching, and his eyes couldn't see clearly. He was dancing like an actor in front of the huge monster, and even a single shot from the hell gun couldn't make a few holes in it.
He wandered around in the forest, hoping to fight for a chance of survival, but the huge mechanical monster could burn the forest.
To the greenskins, the so-called environment is just something insignificant. The forest is surrounded by high temperatures, and countless trees are ignited by flamethrowers. However, the fire not only did not kill Alan Bair, but also allowed his body to be hidden in it.
The green skin piloting the machine became more and more irritable, and missiles and flames continued to spray out. However, Alan Bair hid in the forest, breathing heavily, and slowly retreated into the distance.
Miracle happens again, is it luck? No, it was his experience fighting Catachan that taught him how to hide in the forest. When alone, he could hide more thoroughly than other soldiers!
Even if the flames burn his body, it will be hindered by the highly sealed armor sealing of the carapace, making him unexpectedly heat-resistant. Swamp-like dead leaves can also sneak into it and lower the temperature.
Others have quickly evacuated, holding ammunition and weapons, and the Chimera, who is just a staff member, will rest here forever...
As the giant war machine departs, only burning ferns remain.
Alan Bayer breathed a sigh of relief, he was still alive, he had saved his life.
Until the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of his head lying in the dead leaves, and he spoke in rough low Gothic. "Xia Mi, have you had enough fun?"
That was a special operations boy, a damn thing, a vicious thing trained by the one-eyed orcs. The smell of his body and the smell of black powder from the damn weapon disgusted Alan Bair.
His green fingers are imprinted on Alan Beyer's tactical belt. What is his goal? Glaive of Catachan!
Obviously, One-Eye's favorite thing is also the favorite of other special operations boys. This guy didn't die in the firefight just now, but he fell in love with Alan Beyer's comrade's relics.
There was no other way, Alan Bayer could only endure this hateful greenskin to take what he wanted. The arrival of the special operations boy also made the orc mecha discover that something was wrong here.
He split the forest and walked to the two people who were in a stalemate, and the huge machine made a sound. "Is it the shrimp that the boss wants?"
The special operations boy answered in Low Gothic. "Yes, it's him, the shrimp leader who pressed the bomb!"
"I want his knife, and I'll give it to you as a reward!"
The giant organism answered. "No, I want a knife too!"
The special operations boy cursed. "You can't even come out of the can!"
Their eyes met, and if the can sensor was still an "eye", Alan Bayer spoke at this moment.
"If you really need this knife, I think you can duel."
The special operations boy is obviously smarter. "Duel? Now? No, no, no, you're not dead yet!"
But the canned head was not so clear. He directly swung his big iron chain saw blade and hit him hard. The special operations boy immediately took out the anti-vehicle cannon on his back and smashed the arm in mid-air, and the iron fragments were wiped out. A scarlet gash was drawn across Alan Bair's cheek.
"I'm the one! The master of the knife!" the orc in the fear can shouted, and Alan Bair also took advantage of the chaos to run away when the special operations boy fired, and then pointed the hell gun at the special operations boy.
He fired directly and the beam smashed the damn thing's flesh and blood. He was also very lucky that the one-eyed orc boss seemed to care about him?
In general, it is a great luck not to be hit in the head by a bomb. But the question is, after the special operations boy's body falls to the ground, how will he deal with an angry canned orc now?
Alan Bair immediately rushed to the corpse of Green Pete and the Kid, grabbed the tattered-looking anti-vehicle rocket launcher, and then pulled the trigger on the Orc can!
Then the rocket launcher fell apart...
Sure enough, you can't use orc weapons without a waaagh stance? !
The can adjusted itself, and the huge chain saw swept across. "I don't care what the boss needs you to do, Xiami! Die!" he shouted, and the buzzing chain saw also attacked!
"Fuck!" Alan Bayer closed his eyes, hoping that the circular saw killing would not be too painful...
But a moment later a huge light appeared. Was it the emperor's appearance? No, it’s the unique light of melta weapons!
The huge mecha cockpit was completely melted, the chain saw passed by Ailan Beyer's side, and the dead forest leaves that were burnt to ashes were sprinkled on his face...
Lieutenant Colonel Avada stepped out from behind the orc mecha, with a gleaming melta gun still burning with flames from its muzzle.
"Boy, your work has made a lot of noise. Now we exchange one life for another, it's even." I like Applejack
(End of chapter)