Chapter 189 Strangulation (Part 2)
“waaaagh!!!”
The counterattack of Ork Techba was extremely brutal. It made Farzad jump with its backhand, forcing him to rush Rolling away, a second over-the-shoulder strike cut deeply into the deck where he had been lying.
When the giant beast turned around again, Farzad could barely stand, and a horizontal slash forced him to cross both axes to block, otherwise he would be cut in half.
Metal collided with metal, making a piercing scream. His boots-clad feet slid and rubbed on the deck, sparks flying.
This situation makes action very difficult.
Farzad realized that he needed to speed up, but the warship's dying life support system allowed the slowly weakening gravity to drag his limbs with increasing inertia.
At this time, an afterimage flashed on the right side of Farzad. In the blurry visual feedback, he saw Shifa, a soldier in the team, slamming the head of the power hammer on the Tech Master. side of the body.
It roared so loudly that it shook Farzad's acoustic feedback system and briefly overloaded the suppressor mounted inside his helmet.
Realizing this was an opportunity to gain a much-needed advantage, Farzad struck at the beast's neck.
When he pulled out the axe, a dark purple fluid spurted out.
Despite the helmet's filter, the stench was still nauseating, but the Techmaster's howls of pain were even more disturbing.
The howl from deep in the throat of a wounded beast means that it will fight to the death.
It was impossible for Farzad to give it time to attack. He launched another attack within a few seconds, cutting off the opponent's two mechanical arms, and then cut off the two physical arms below the wrist. down.
The Tech Master who was about to turn around twitched and twisted in pain. After a breath, the crackling tip of a power sword suddenly passed through his chest.
Another warrior appeared behind Techba. He was Calvin, who belonged to Farzad's team.
In an instant, the entire corridor was filled with the burning smell of rotten blood and festering blood.
Farzad knew that they could not stop enjoying the victory. Based on previous combat experience, these green-skinned technicians usually carried self-destructive devices on their bodies.
So when the beast knelt on one knee, Farzad struck down with his axe, piercing the armor and hitting the collarbone before it began to shatter.
Then, Farzad continued to chop, swung the tomahawk and swung it down again, as if he were cutting down a tree that had been raked loose.
Corrupted blood stained his armor.
Gavin, who had pierced the chest of the Technocrat, also stepped forward, holding a sword in both hands with the blade facing downwards, stabbing at a regular rhythm.
In a matter of seconds it was over.
Ok Techmaster was left with only a pool of hot blood and bone fragments, as well as scattered armor plates. The dismembered remains were scattered like a pool of mud at the feet of the Astral Knight.
Farzad nodded to Soshyan.
"The surrounding area has been cleared, Chapter Commander."
Sheathing his sword, Soshyan glanced at the handheld scanner and nodded.
"Clear."
Once through the belly corridor, they could reach the warp engine.
The explosives they brought were enough to cause significant damage to the ship, which would have resulted in a devastating explosion.
"Do you think these enemies are the last of them?"
Thor asked, even though every scan of his augury came back negative.
Soshyan slapped the side of his helmet with his gauntlet, and as he was about to answer Thor, the acoustic connection crackled in his ears.
"Brother Soshyan, are your operations over?"
It is Malakin, who is responsible for providing fire support for the Astral Knights to board the ship.
"It will be over soon."
"Casualties?"
"No casualties, thank you for your concern."
"That's good, you have to move quickly, Another ship has appeared on the oracle."
"Leave immediately."
Soshyan cut off communication.
The Tech Sergeant stepped forward with the bombs and handed them to the others.
"This is enough to blow up three such ships."
Soshyan nodded, silently approving of Rogris' control of the explosives.
“We don’t need to kill so many, we only need to kill one.”
After planting the bomb, they quickly evacuated the ship. Subsequently, the warship, which was originally filled with greenskins trying to escape from the planet Fulen, turned into dust in a violent internal collapse.
And things like this will continue to happen in the next few days -
"Uh..."
The gears are dull and harsh. The sound brought Guji out of his deepening state of sluggishness.
The cell door was opening, letting a beam of light into the darkness, then slowly rising and disappearing, finally becoming a thin crack in the ceiling.
A person shows a black silhouette in the light.
The outline shows that he is wearing a military greatcoat, which further highlights his broad and formidable shoulders, and the shining Eagle emblem adorns his military cap.
He tried to stand up, but could only raise one knee before his resistance gave way to fatigue.
Shaking his head, the person highlighted by the outline chuckled.
"Still weak."
This is not a question, but a statement of what has been seen.
"Is this Ork?"
His voice was a hissing imitation of Ork, but it didn't match the rough and harsh melody.
Shortly after Guji was captured in the void and awakened on the transport ship, the man introduced himself.
He said his name was Yarrick.
What Guji saw at first was a strong man with a big crew cut and a rather vicious-looking face.
He is very young, but he has an inscrutable sense of experience that can only be seen in veterans.
Guji clenched his teeth in response and glared at the other party with one good eye.
He is a greenskin and a war gang leader, but now he is caught by Xiami and imprisoned. This humiliation makes him almost crazy.
The light stretched across the room, bathing Alex in an oily yellow light that made his skin look sickly pale.
"Your injury looks better."
Yarrick whispered.
He squatted down and grabbed Guji's chin where he lay salivating.
“I have learned a lot from you during this period, and I really want to thank you.”
Yarick's warm smile and cold eyes met Guji's, an expression he had grown familiar with, and along with it, this bastard's penchant for inflicting pain.
On the one hand, he claimed that he wanted to learn Ork's language, but on the other hand, he kept torturing him.
"I can see what you want to say. I find that I have a unique interest in creatures like you. Yes, I hurt you because you asked me to do it, dog alien."
The young Zheng Yu always smiled, as if he had already thought out Guji's thoughts.
“Some new questions today.”
As Yaric said this, he increased the pressure on Guji's jaw.
"How do you describe...the mode of concentrated attack, and the reporting form of fire coordinates."
Other than the heavy breathing in and out of his lungs, Guji did not make any sound.
“Tell me.”
Yarrick continued to ask:
"How do you describe the leaders of different classes?"
Guji still did not answer.
Arik smiled again, his expression showing compassion.
“Do you really want me to do it again?”
Let go of the prisoner’s jaw, stood up, took a step back, and picked up a stick on the table next to him. Barbed electric batons.
"I really don't want this."
Guji spent some precious time mobilizing his strength. He hoped that his words would be enough to convey his meaning, and he hoped that his jailer would be unforgettable.
At this moment he stood up from the ground. Although he shook and trembled, he did not fall down after all.
With one eye wide open, he glared proudly, and shouted loudly:
"Waaaaaaaagh!!!!"
What followed was a savage beating from Yaric, who used the highest-powered motor to drive the air out of Guji's lungs and drown him with fists and kicks.
(End of this chapter)