Chapter 439 Typhons
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Vosk Bogus, or in other words, Vosk Do who has not "graduated" from the Dofok clan and obtained permission to transfer back to the Bogus clan. Fork was holding his bolter and advancing forward steadily.
The ground underfoot has a strange texture. At least this recruit never imagined that he could step on this feeling on the ground in his hometown - if a certain 3K ancient Terran and his dog If he were there and knew what Wasco was thinking, he would tell the newcomer Iron Hand that this is called "sHI feeling".
The eyepiece captured several focus points, and his teammate walking in front of him on the left made a gesture to him. Although Wasco had just been taught the meaning of this set of gestures by FireWire, the most basic ones were He had already memorized its meaning with his initially modified smart mind: what this "Phoenix Son" veteran meant was that there were tough enemies ahead, and he had to be vigilant and ready to attack at any time.
——Although Wasco didn't notice this, his own eyepieces always seemed a little sluggish in the strange green moist mist he encountered after landing, and he relied entirely on the information shared with him by his teammates to fight.
——So far, their team has been moving forward and has successfully killed all the intruders they encountered on the way - mainly handled by his four other teammates like chopping melons and vegetables, This makes the newcomers of Iron Hands admire them but also desire to win their own victory.
He carefully and carefully read and analyzed all the data that could be displayed in his eyepiece, except for a series of very small interference levels on the energy detector that were usually included in the normal interference level and were almost negligible. There is nothing outside the energy wave crest.
However, out of habit or caution, he still recorded the number of this series of tiny wave peaks, scanning them with the corner of his eye. Three, seven, nine, fourteen, twenty-one.
Then how did they judge that there was an enemy ahead? Or, this was the answer to the question he had doubted about them before: the condition of the power armor of these loyal and glorious ancient warriors was exactly what they had been fighting for a long time. What appearance does the struggle of Chaos and the eternal crusade with unquenchable hatred against the great enemies present to others?
But since these experienced veterans have not talked about their past battles, and they are not part of the same chapter as the Iron Hands, Wasco privately believes that it may be impolite to inquire too much about other people's pasts.
For now, he is still facing good news and bad news. Life is always like this. Being born as an alien among the Medusa natives, one must be strong and cold on the one hand, and on the other hand, he must be very capable of suffering. Have fun.
The good news is that the quality of the airdrop capsule he rode in was very good. It was produced by Steel Hands. It brought them to the ground safely and opened the position smoothly. Everyone had a full body and no missing arms or legs.
The bad news is that the location they landed seems to be closest to the enemy center of all the squads, which means there will be a lot of pressure on both sides.
If they were a team composed entirely of recruits, this would be really bad news, but now, maybe this is not bad news for him, Wasco glanced at it Comrades around you.
Beside him were four temporary companions from the same assault team.
The one on the front left leading the way, holding a power sword made of alien trophies, is the one who just chatted with him before the airdrop and introduced himself that they are cousins of the "Sons of the Phoenix" Chapter. He calls himself Flavius. , who is also the captain of this team.
On the right side of Wasco, the person responsible for the shield position of the entire team is the strong and sturdy Palos. Judging from the tacit understanding and content of communication between him and Flavius, the two of them should were partners for a long time, and the former served as the latter's deputy.
On the left and right wings behind Iron Hand are Merricks and Bellaforce. The former has a mechanical prosthetic arm that makes Vosko feel friendly. He is not very talkative, Vosco observed. His prosthetic body may need more fine-tuning to achieve the balance he needs, and their Techmarine may be new or subpar; the latter's power armor is surprisingly covered in parchments of oaths and chants. The ground was full of potholes, as if someone had hurriedly tried their best to repair its surface before setting off but had no time to polish it too smooth.
The advancing position of this team is actually very strange. Yes, the current position of the entire team is-these four veterans are "protecting" the newcomer in the center.
As the number of their kills and the frequency of tactical communication increased, Wasco's feeling became stronger.
This is very, very rare, at least in the Hands of Steel no recruit will get this kind of treatment, because first of all, when you plan to stand out alive from the Ouranus Rock under the Iron Moon, then You have to use the weapons in your hand to kill as many of your competitors as possible, no matter whether you know each other or how good the opponent is.
A hearty battle royale is the first lesson the Iron Hands teach their recruits: never truly trust anyone, even the brothers around you.
Perhaps the Chapter Culture of the Sons of the Phoenix is just the opposite, focusing on protecting their new blood and letting veterans lead them on the battlefield, while imparting experience and cultivating mutual understanding?
It feels good to be protected, Wasco thought to himself. He has not received such attention from his "elders" since he was three and a half years old.
This can indeed ensure a certain survival rate of recruits, but the shortcomings are equally obvious. It cannot allow recruits to grow up quickly through bloody lessons, just like if a Medusa child did not learn to wield crude weapons to knock down anything before the age of three. To show his talent for fighting, he is almost destined to be unable to survive on this desolate planet.
Although the Iron Hands' recruit training is ruthless and cruel, it is indeed efficient and memorable - because in this kind of battle, as long as the recruits are not too dead to be transplanted with prosthetics or enter the fearless extent, then they will not be counted in the death statistics mentioned by the Iron Fathers.
Those experiences that will lead to the first death can naturally come in handy in the next battle. Until the day they actually die, then those precious experiences and all kinds of strange ways of death will enter the clan (by no means Chapter's) Simulacrum Holy Chamber and Siji, and the gene seeds will also make the next bearer more vigilant in the dark.
As they got closer and closer to the rear of the invading enemy, their speed was forced to slow down as the ground was eroded as soft as fleshy quagmire. The ground that was originally simply composed of basalt and black quartz was strangely or... It was covered in fresh organic matter, becoming fertile and disgusting.
"Pah." Vosko frowned and pulled out one of his power boots from the filthy mud ball that might have once been the corpse of the Medusa Defense Force. The black paint coating on it had already It was eroded, revealing the faint original color ceramic steel material underneath.
He immediately took a few steps to the side, avoiding the more "field ridges" formed by a mixture of metal, plastic and corpses on the ground that were beginning to grow cortical membranes, eyelashes or teeth.
“It’s so...stinky here. I never thought that the lava-washed earth of Medusa would have such a strong smell. Are your power armor seals okay? Why am I wearing a helmet? Can you still smell it?"
Then he closed his mouth uncomfortably and subconsciously tried to spit - even though his power armor checked itself three times and assured him that his helmet was properly sealed. They were all intact, but he could still feel the smell of rotten meat pouring into his mouth as he opened it. Now there was a smell on the base of his tongue, as if he had eaten rotten meat. It smelled bitter and strange after the bile came out.
The snicker came from Flavius or Bellaforce.
A dense cloud was driven by the air current and came towards him close to the ground. The water vapor in it seemed to be too rich and abundant and began to condense into larger droplets.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a series of tiny wave crests flash across the pattern of his energy detection instrument, three, seven, nine, fourteen, twenty-one, forty-nine, seventy-seven...suddenly, there was intensive fire from bolt guns. The sound sounded, and the red warning that suddenly lit up in his helmet told him that the launch point of the bomb came from Vosko's back.
Explosive bombs hit his power armor one after another, bright sparks popping up on the black surface.
Iron Hand turned around with a secret feeling of hurt and relief at the "betrayal" and began firing back at his former teammates with his weapon. .
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Wasko Dovk poured all his bolter bullets into the traitors.
Despite this, the Death Guard is obviously really difficult to kill. The newcomer of the Iron Hands fully felt this.
Just now, the two Sons of the Phoenix were behind him. With the help of the veteran shooting in front of him, the three of them were lucky enough to kill a plague drone that was trying to sneak up on him under the cover of a corrupt poisonous cloud. The black plague flies surrounding this evil creation were what caused it. Wasco's energy detector was unable to detect the culprit of the drone itself, which was masking energy fluctuations due to the swarm of flies.
Obviously, the Sons of the Phoenix have much more experience in dealing with these evil creatures of chaos than he does. Those subtle wave crests are one of the basis for them to judge the incoming people in time and shoot.
With the arrival and destruction of the Drones, the Sons of Mortarion obviously noticed the uninvited guests appearing behind them.
But there were only five of them, so the number of plague warriors sent to take care of them was not that large.
Vosko's shooting was calm and steady. A series of precisely spaced explosives tore through the rotting armor of the burly Death Guard rushing towards him. The suspicious-colored bodily fluids dripped from the surface of his pierced power armor. Out of the honeycomb-like holes, a supernatural stench that was even worse than before filled the air as if it had substance. Even the surrounding comrades couldn't help but take half a step back.
The body of this Plague Marine, which was pierced by the Hand of Steel, showed a horrific scene after the liquid gushes out. The flame from the muzzle illuminated his body without skin, fat and muscle layers. The offal now resembles spoiled oysters and seaguts encased in a cauldron of armor.
But even so, he did not die. He gave a burst of mocking laughter to Wasco, "The corpse emperor's lackey!", flies buzzed around his bulky figure, and the choking epidemic Clouds spilled from the tip of the heavy scythe in his hand, and he swung it, sweeping towards the Iron Hand.
This seemingly wide-ranging blow failed because a sword light lit up from his side. The death guard roared and tried to turn around, but one of his arms flew away. After going out, the flesh and blood merged with the ceramic steel, and after landing on the ground, they continued to be greedily devoured by the ground.
It was Flavius, the warrior wielding his alien sword. There was not a drop of corruption on the blade. The swordsman was as nimble as a huge herd of cattle among the lumbering and slow Plague Marines. A flying cat, every time he stretches out his blade and claws, a Plague Marine will lose the ability to fight.
Merricks and Belafos are equally skilled in swordsmanship. The former even saved Wasco once: Iron Hand broke through the defense of one Plague Marine and planned to turn around to attack the other, but he did not Knowing how to tell whether the latter's body would explode and cause another injury when it fell, Merricks luckily dragged him away, avoiding the tragic fate of the recruit being showered with virus corpse water.
They did a good job in the rear. In fact, so good that they alerted a truly terrifying Chinese soldier who was originally charging forward but stayed behind in this battle. The bringer of chaos.
I am dissatisfied that my slow but smooth action of bringing life to this place has been interrupted.
The master of the Destroyer Beeflies turned around to see who was destroying the fields he had just carefully sown.
First, there was a cloud of Destroyer Beeflies with wings, mouthparts and tail stings, more powerful and evil than any previous swarm. The buzzing sound of the demonic insect's wings was like the sharpening of a hundred chain swords. The ribs of the corpse were rough and dry.
The four veterans of the "Sons of the Phoenix" have completely restrained the relaxed and leisurely strolling fighting posture just now. They have shrunk the team together vigilantly and used the superposition of their respective relic defense positions to resist These tiny, greedy demons.
From the center of this gift promised by the Plague God, an extremely huge giant appeared. On his helmet grew an impressive and distinctive bone horn, the end of the ancient The armor of the warrior was deformed by his bulging belly, and a huge scythe was held in his hands. The blade of the scythe was still dripping with juice that exuded a rich subspace aura. There are several thick hollow bone exhaust pipes standing high behind him, which are connected to the inside of his body. Swarms of destroyer flies are constantly flying out of these bone pipes at all times and joining around him. Among more and more destruction clouds.
"Typhons."
Before Wasco could ask the question, Merricks answered the question he wanted to ask, "That's the First Captain of the Death Guard. , the herald of Nurgle, the spreader of disease, the master of the Destroyer Hive, Typhons, he is also an extremely powerful psychic wizard, you have to be small..."
The visitor whose name was mentioned proudly raised one of his hands towards them.
Mericks was the first to bear the brunt. The veteran coughed without warning, his body swayed, and traces of ominous black blood began to flow from the breathing grid of his helmet.
“Why.” The abominable intruder and traitor laughed in a low voice, “Ah, you are so pathetic and lamentable that you did not join our embrace immediately. It seems that your master has not completely given up on you. , someone’s child..."
Before the first company commander said certain names, a beautiful and clear voice sounded in his ears, stopping the second half of his words.
"Go back to your fetid swamp, wizard."
A flaming sword light fell faster than the sound.
(End of this chapter)