Chapter 262 The Sword of Vengeance
The rain fell harder and harder, and the wet liquid stained the lens of the Space Marine helmet, with light and transparent rain stains sliding down. The Falcon Sword server roared, a blue light flashed, and the destructive stance evaporated the raindrops.
The strong wind licked the armor of the empire, honor, war, and death, turning into tit-for-tat confrontation with the enemy at this moment, and never-ending rage.
The Dark War Lord retreated under the protection of the soldiers and advanced towards a safe area. Several rune veterans were skilled in stabbing the weak joints of the Space Marines with monomolecular sabers.
"Death!" The Destruction Eagle let out a low and long cry, the power sword slashed diagonally, the carapace, the deflagration gun, with the flesh and blood favored by the evil god, cut open like butter, leaving only high temperature and destructive attitude. An incision that tears open and doesn't even bleed.
Cut in two, there were many veterans struggling to drag their upper bodies towards him and stabbing at his ankles, but the sergeant chief raised his thigh, click, the head cracked under the huge force beyond the imagination of mortals, leaving behind a mass of black and red flesh. soil.
The killing did not bring fear. Those rune warriors were even more excited, their eye masks were red, making people shudder. The Master Chief's teammates shot and slashed, and there was a steady stream of enemies, and they gradually got better.
When those warriors used twisted joints and chaotic postures to avoid the slashing of the Master Chief's power sword, the Chaos Gods issued a gift to those loyal madmen.
The battle became entangled, the void shield was ignited by the seismic cannon one after another, the soil rolled, and the battlefield was chaotic. When several enemies were fighting, the Master Chief saw the runic text in the visual display bright red, warning him to feel the heat.
He quickly turned his body around, and with an agility that was incompatible with his huge agility, he stepped on the heretic's body and jumped up high. Those people were caught off guard and were trampled. The huge weight caused their bones to make a tooth-piercing sound, their spines twisted, and the explosive beam followed. Come, cut through the air and kill the heretic that Master Chief used as a stepping stone.
The heretic is taking aim in the distance, and the deflagration gun can naturally fire continuously, with an interval of less than 0.3 seconds. Even with the aiming speed, the Soldier King who has been strengthened by countless trainings can still aim at the immobile Master Chief in mid-air within 0.5 seconds!
It was extremely tricky. The strategic quality and combat effectiveness displayed by those Chaos servants far exceeded the expectations of the Space Marines. At the critical moment, the Master Chief used the sacred cortex calculations linked to his armor to drive the heat of the jump backpack behind his body. When the bright red runes flashed, he Soar like a falcon.
The red flashing flames sprayed, and many heretics who were fighting in close combat were unable to dodge, and their arms or thighs were instantly roasted. However, the exposed areas of the weird runes looked like they were carved into the flesh. Even if the skin was torn open, you could still see the light blue inside. The traces make people shudder!
The jump pack could not completely solve the problem. He still had no means of landing quickly. Even if the Space Marine had a huge body, the weight would pull him down, but the elites who were good at shooting would not wait. Finally, after the Master Chief slaughtered dozens of runes, After the warrior, his shoulder was pierced by a detonation beam, and blood flowed out from the gaps in the armor composed of ceramic fragments. The stinging pain stimulated the internal secretions of the Space Marine. For mortals, a terrible drug that was like a stimulant was secreted in the complex dopamine system.
He fell to the ground due to the weight, and the corpses that were originally there were crushed into mud by the weight. Then the enemy's front-line troops attacked again, but this time, in the eyes of the Master Chief, it was slower and weaker.
The chain sword was cut open by the power sword. The Master Chief even raised his hand to pick up a heretic with his fingers and waved it like a whip to defend against the enemy's attack on his joints.
But how to cut the Falcon, the server kept roaring, and the flesh and blood broke, but it could not change the reality of enemy shooting. When the Master Chief's body was pierced through the chest by the explosive beam again, the complex and powerful organ structure prevented him from affecting the battle at all, but he also I can feel that my strength is losing.
Every time you kill ten people on the opposite side, you will be shot once. The wounds are constantly stacking, and the fatigue and losses are getting bigger and bigger. Those mad heretics use their bodies to form quicksand, starting with 10 people, then 8, 7, 6, and then falling off a cliff. Until the superhuman organs can no longer sustain the physical energy of the Space Marine.
One hundred Space Marines is more than enough to drag them to death! The Master Chief felt powerless for a moment. These guys were no physically stronger than mortals, but countless training and strange rune spells on their bodies gave them the ability to fight in close combat with interstellar warriors. In addition, their belief in evil gods made them not afraid of death...< br>
The Master Chief encountered one of the few people he found troublesome in his combat career, especially when the wounds on his body were dripping with rain mixed with blood, causing dull pain and depriving him of his vitality.
He needs a breakthrough! He began to exert force, and the fiber bundles in the armor tightened to provide him with strength. He roared with all his strength, and the war cry was amplified by the grid device to a thrilling level. Whether it was the armor or himself, the Master Chief at this moment reached The highest level of effort.
But the price for this was that he felt pain in the joints of his wrists, arms, ankles, and thighs. Those heretic warriors inserted their blades into the weak joints of his armor, and he gave up all defenses, and blood overflowed from the gaps in his armor, which was bright red. The color of the blood was the same as that of fellow human beings, but those things were quickly diluted by the heavy rain, and fell down in a trickle.
Born towards death, his roar spread across the battlefield, and he kept wandering at high altitudes. Even if the saber was pierced into his body and joints, he kept moving forward at the fastest speed. What was his target? It was the heretics who were holding guns and shooting!
If you reward him with a bullet, you will be rewarded with your death. This is the angel of the empire, the warrior of the emperor. He roared in anger. At that moment, the Master Chief rushed out of the crowd at a speed that almost reached the speed of a heavy vehicle. He used his shoulders to A leaned forward and used his entire right arm to resist the light of those explosive beams to avoid being hit in the vital parts.
This effect is very good. The deflagration beam does not have the principle of higher power at close range like power weapons. Therefore, thick muscles, black carapace and ceramic steel can withstand such crazy power.
Just dozens of rounds of projectiles almost evaporated the Master Chief's arm. The Astartes' thick arm was turned into coke by the terrible heat. The Master Chief endured the severe pain and swung the Falcon Sword in his right hand. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, killing him. one person.
But they were not standing in rows and shooting, but a standard skirmish line. The master chief was breathing heavily, his jump pack was spraying flames, and natural disasters were coming, dragging their hopeless bodies time and time again to reap the lives of those mortal sins.
Death, death, blood, blood, he made the red-stained eagle, whether it was an enemy, prey, or his own blood, live towards death and live for this.
He became a bright red jumping on the battlefield, killing one after another for the war brothers, tearing apart the originally unsolvable mud, using melta bombs to blow up the enemy's trucks as bunkers, and using the power sword to tear apart the heretics attacking from a distance. He was so powerful. It was as if the wounds on his body were no longer there.
He alone tore the opening for the entire war, so that the war brothers could breathe. Those rune warriors lost their fire cover and were eaten away bit by bit. The light of victory had been shed, and the dark clouds and heavy rain in the sky were about to disperse. The mortal troops Looking at the scarlet warriors soaring in the sky in surprise from behind, the heretics couldn't help but fear the almost impossible vitality of the Emperor's Angels.
But the borrowed things will need to be repaid. If this is a game, then the miracles that provide him with the source of energy may be dice, it may be a gift, it may be something else, but it will eventually stop, gradually getting heavier in the body, and in the consciousness. When he began to leave his body, he had already wiped out hundreds of heretics on the battlefield.
There are constant warning runes on the display, blood loss, joint damage, and body burns. Each one is fatal enough to make a mortal die several times, but he drags this body to open up the war for all his brothers.
Now his jump pack has lost energy due to overload, and the fuel has been emptied. His armor is stained with blood, more of his own blood than the enemy's. His helmet has been cracked, revealing the cheeks that have fought for the Empire for a hundred years, and raindrops are falling. The cold touch on his brow kept him awake for the last time. He knelt on one knee and inserted the power sword into the soil, like a believer worshiping the Emperor.
He was surrounded by corpses, just like the territory that an eagle had carved out for itself with its prey. A full kilometer of the battlefield was cleared by him, and absolutely no one had the courage to step into it.
It could be said that there were tens of thousands of heretical mortal soldiers around him at this moment, but no one dared to shoot, because they knew that if they fired, it would not be this evil beast that died, but themselves whose heads would be torn open by the bomb. Now they only dare to watch and watch this terrible warrior die from blood loss.
In the end, the Master Chief failed to see the return of the original body. His only and greatest expectation in his life now seemed to be in vain. For the hundreds of years of life of the empire, did he regret it? He himself couldn't explain clearly. This matter was very complicated, so complicated that it involved his entire long life. However, he could no longer remember his birth, but he still had vivid memories of the life within the war group.
He is a warrior and will not change no matter what, so he is not afraid of death and enjoys this moment. However, in the communicator, the Imperial Guard, the Destruction Eagle, and countless soldiers praise and thank him endlessly, making him feel that at the last moment of his life A bit too lively...
Gradually, his eyelids became heavy, and the array of micro-thinkers in the armor was operating, injecting him with stimulants, therapeutic potions, and metabolic drugs that accelerated healing, but it was a drop in the bucket. He no longer had the strength.
He could only put his will into the communicator and listen to the battle reports getting better and better, but there was no spare power to save him when he entered the enemy camp deeply. Unless the Emperor suddenly sent an army, otherwise...
Zhi...The sound of the radio is irritating, and a strange yet familiar male voice appears. "This is Captain Zesk, the current highest-ranking commander of the 44th Loander Heavy Infantry Regiment! For the sake of the Emperor, we are approaching!"
On the battlefield, engines roared, Lemanus, Chimera, and dozens of behemoths tore open the enemy's defense line that had been confused by the Space Marine attacks. Due to the lack of anti-armor weapons, the heretical infantry had no ability to resist.
Hundreds of the Empire's most loyal men and women charged into the thousands with their mortal bodies. They were the last soldiers of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment in name only, and they were the warriors who had survived many wars due to luck or other factors.
They are not necessarily strong or powerful, but they are absolutely loyal. With dozens of Lemanus main battle tanks tearing apart the battlefield defenses, the main gun fire is simply a one-sided harvest for the enemy infantry without trenches and fortresses, relying on cover. , they barely managed to deal with more than ten times the number of enemies, and several Chimera armored vehicles came to his side.
At this moment, the back door of the armored vehicle was opened amidst artillery fire and shooting. For the first time, the sergeant saw the Czech captain. He was tall, thin, and malnourished. He was completely different from the image of a savior. The other soldiers were probably the same. They were definitely not elite soldiers. General, but in such a desperate situation, they tore apart a line of defense.
The Master Chief said extremely weakly. "Thank you, Captain..."
Captain Jesik just followed a few relatively strong mortal soldiers and used all his strength to barely support the behemoth. The Sergeant Major limped towards the personnel carrier, and this breakthrough caused the 44th Loander Heavy Infantry Regiment to almost lose Fifty percent of the remaining soldiers!
But the captain's answer was only. "Lead us to victory and we will be even."
the Master Chief replied. "The warriors of Loander are stronger than expected...May the Emperor bless us."
But now there is a special guest in this rickety Chimera transport vehicle. The huge weight of the Space Marine makes this machine slower. In order to cover the evacuation of the Chief Nurse, the few Lemanus tanks need to be used. Steel formed a bunker defense. After the enemy responded to the sudden attack as quickly as possible, the battle situation became anxious again.
said the captain. "Now that the enemy has lost more than half, the Space Marines have also defeated most of the Rune Warriors. We only need to integrate our forces, defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, and recapture the starport and Governor's Tower..."
"According to the report of the 154th Infantry Regiment of Loander, your fighting was very effective, and I thank you again for putting the lives of soldiers first!"
The Master Chief watched as the soldier applied precious hemostatic gel to his joints. Through the battered armor, the cold jelly stuck to his skin. This was because the power armor's life support system and temporary medical array had failed. This was the first time in hundreds of years that he had been so seriously injured.
"Those heretics are extremely skilled in runecraft, and I have no doubt that there are many more wizards and lunatics like that..." he replied.
The captain nodded. "But we defeated them!"
The Master Chief is also grateful for this. As long as the astral array works normally, the world will regain peace under Skadi's protection, and his efforts will not be ineffective.
But soon, his eye indicator suddenly showed a huge energy reaction. He looked at the source of the ability in surprise. It was something strange that he could feel, and something flashed in his mind.
"There is a powerful psychic reaction. Something is coming. What are those heretics doing?"
The captain looked out from the exploratory hole of the Chimera armored vehicle, and then hesitantly shouted. "It's... it's a terrible storm. Oh my God, that storm with lightning and hail?! This is definitely not the natural environment of this world!"
A sudden psychic storm rent the air, and the torrential rain that had stopped suddenly stirred up, rolling up rubble, corpses and wreckage in the ferocious storm and throwing them towards the Imperial Guard's battle lines.
This unexpected turn of events overturned the entire Chimera armored vehicle, and it turned around in a circle. Blood began to flow out of the Sergeant Major's wound again, and heavy rain also fell like a roar. At this moment, the Master Chief understood why the traitorous Commander Lord was so confident, because there was not only one Alpha-level psyker!
(End of chapter)