Chapter 8 Seventh Company


Chapter 8 Seventh Company

When Everridge, the commander of the Seventh Company, and his soldiers advanced steadily, the road ahead looked like a large tangled metal network.

The huge obsidian statue in the distance is like a looming sleeping predator.

When the company commander rushed to the end of the passage and outside the open hall, the stench of blood wafted from the slaughterhouse and got into his air intake grille. A battle had obviously taken place here. , fragments of power armor and broken limbs were scattered on the ground.

Just when Everridge was sure that they had not been discovered, a group of immortals armed with gauss guns appeared in front of them and blocked their way.

In an instant, a dark green flash illuminated the half-dark passage.

Yarok, the flag bearer next to Everidge, was hit in the chest by two Gaussian rounds. The powerful energy tore his armor apart and blood spattered out.

The flag-bearer twisted and fell to the ground, his primary and secondary hearts both ruptured.

“Battle formation!!”

Everidge stretched out his hand to hold the company flag and handed it to the adjutant on the side.

The squad relied on complex frames to support the sides. As the Space Marines tried to close the distance between them and the enemy and gain the advantage, a Scorpion-shaped undead vehicle suddenly rose from the ground and fired its main gun.

Boom!

A fiery pillar of fire shot into the air, like an ink stain in water.

At the edge of the shock wave, the three Space Marines were thrown away by the impact and slammed into the metal wall panel on the side. The wall panel did not succumb to the sudden impact of a large amount of broken flesh and fine porcelain.

Even through his armor, Everridge felt the heat of the explosion blowing on his face, and the alarm sensors were chirping wildly.

He stumbled, but stayed on his feet and yelled to direct the charge.

“For the Emperor!!”

When Second Captain Pilisse heard the explosion from the west and saw the smoke and flames billowing in the sky, he Sneaking closer through a secret passage.

They were approaching, one of the energy nodes of the World Engine, but a dense wall of darkness filled the Space Marines' vision.

"Everidge, Report,"

Chapter Master Amurad's voice came through the helmet communication array, and he noticed a sudden obvious heat signal on the tactical display.

"I'm afraid we have been discovered, Commander."

"Gather your troops and advance to the energy node!"

"Follow your orders, Captain!"

Everidge finished his reply, and then ordered his combat team to quickly leave the battlefield and go through a maze of tubes that led to other teams he could contact to focus on the central passage where he was. .

As they advanced, Everidge leading the way, the shadow cast by the vast platform overlooking the surface fell over them all.

Out of instinct, he raised his head and looked up, and saw a row of aliens holding gauss guns pointing down at them.

In the blink of an eye, decomposition rays hit them like raindrops.

Everidge rolled and hid in the shadow of the statue.

Grace, another adjutant of the company, was distracted and showed a slight delay. He paid the price for his laxity. A hot ray blasted a hole in his torso and roasted the Space Marine. Familiarity is in his armor.

With a loud clang, he fell to the ground.

Everidge responded with the roar of his bolt pistol, glimpsing his target atop the gaped main beam as the statues around him were torn apart.

Under his leadership, the remaining Space Marines erected storm shields to avoid enemy fire and make detours.

Everidge clung to the base of the nearest platform and looked around, measuring the terrain and how to lead them the rest of the way to the energy node.

Several narrow passages are formed between the wall and the base, above which are observation platforms supported by metal brackets. In the distance are ring-framed anti-aircraft firepower, defensive turrets and clusters of Sensor probe.

As bolter fire continued to pin them down, Everridge ducked and crashed against the rock wall.

"Company Commander, we are ambushed!"

A soldier shouted in the communication array, trying hard to overcome the noisy environment. Even though he was shouting, his tone still sounded very serious. calm.

There was a moment of pause after the message was sent, and a vague voice interrupted.

“Support is on the way.”

The brief reply quickly disappeared, and Everidge could only vaguely judge that it might be Sosh Yang's voice. After the second round of counterattacks, a series of small explosions swept across the observation platform, sending debris flying like a shower.

A tactical team came to support.

Everidge stood up and shouted the order before the smoke from the explosion dissipated.

“Don’t give them time to react! Kill them! Kill them immediately!”

The Astartes broke cover and charged, leaving the dead behind.

Two hundred stiff-paced undead formed a queue and appeared from several passages, and immediately began to counterattack.

“Fire!”

As soon as Everidge roared, he immediately felt the blast of bolter fire from the warriors behind him who were obeying the order.

The effect of the volley was brutal, rows of aliens falling to the onslaught, corpses falling headlong into the midst of their kind, twitching and spinning under the bolter rounds.

Parts flew out in all directions, and the debris piled up like sandbags, tripping up the aliens following behind.

This was not a one-sided attack. Space Marines were also killed under the enemy's counterattack, but the well-disciplined Astartes drew out their melee weapons before the first batch of cannon fodder approached.

A Necromancer, as scarred and stained as an engine worker, came to Everridge with a bladed Gauss rifle.

The Captain met the enemy with his screaming chainsword, slicing it into the alien's chest.

The undead did not die immediately, twisting the weapon in Everridge's hand.

Without pause, the Astartes swung the wretch away with such force that the wreckage spun through the air and crashed into its abject brethren.

The Seventh Company Commander then chopped down the second attacker with a low sweep.

A captain of the tactical team came to Everridge with enthusiasm and confidence and joined the melee.

When he rushed into the enemy group, his broken limbs fell like raindrops, and his face without a helmet showed a frightening anger.

Out of the corner of his eye, Everidge saw another comrade decapitating an enemy who tried to fire, arousing even greater enthusiasm among the soldiers.

However, despite suffering ruthless and wanton slaughter, these despicable aliens refused to retreat. They are all soulless machines, with no concept of fear, and will not be angry at the death of their own kind.

"Drive them back!"

Everidge roared through gritted teeth, knocking an enemy over with a single blow from his battle shield.

But when he was about to try his best, he suddenly fell backward. Two or three corpses fell on him from the ground. Even if these machines only had half of their bodies, they were still capable of moving.

In a frenzy, he dropped his shield, but as he groped among the fallen corpses, he found the hilt of his chainsword.

Turning on the chain saw, Everidge cut through the metal to free himself.

But soon, countless hands grabbed him and tried to pull Astartes down. When he tried to get up, the cold hand bones grabbed his armor.

This is not the way humans fight, and few aliens are willing to die like this, even when there is something worth doing.

This is why the Astartes are such deadly warriors, they are the ultimate weapon against any enemy who is inundated with natural fear, for a Space Marine can control and expel his own A sense of fear.

But the Necron are a different kind of enemy, one that not even the Space Marines can defeat.

"Damn it!"

Everidge said through his teeth. He got rid of a machine with only the upper half of his chest left, and stood up with the help of his comrades.

“Now we have to kill them all.”

The company continued to advance surrounded by the undead, but a shot suddenly hit his side, and Everidge felt a violent Explosive pain.

“Ugh!”

He stumbled, and that gave his enemies the opening they needed.

A sudden stirring of metallic Necron lunged at the injured Astartes, before the weight of the attacker dragged him down, their cold touch flooding his senses.

(End of this chapter)

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