Chapter 459 The trump card
“That stupid pig! It was a waste of our strength!”
On the central command platform, Kelkus was furious. The “stupid pig” he was referring to was "Everyone present also knows who it is.
Before setting off, the Plague Marine vowed to take down the invader's head, and also took away the precious Shadow Symbiote from the armory.
But not long after, his remaining soldiers brought back the news that he had been eliminated by the opponent.
This was less than half an hour before he set off from here.
That ‘Pandemic Sea Mad Maggot’ Copras couldn’t even hold on for half an hour!
It would be fine if he could cause huge casualties to the opponent, but judging from subsequent surveillance images, the opponent's number did not decrease significantly.
But the result is obvious.
"I...I...I'm sorry, my Lord, the creators can't stand it anymore..."
Looking at the trembling cult leader in front of him, Kelkus's cheeks turned red.
The veins on his forehead popped out, and his mouth twisted until he roared like a beast.
The next second, with this roar, he grabbed the cult leader and twisted him hard.
The cult leader screamed as his shoulders were crushed under the tremendous pressure.
Keeping the squeezing position with one hand, Kelkus grabbed the opponent's hip with the other hand, then directly threw the unfortunate man into the air, then stretched out his leg and used it on the opponent As he fell, he pressed his armored knees against his back, breaking the mortal man like a club.
Afterwards, he left the dead man behind and looked wildly around him, as if he could see the solution to his dilemma hiding in the corner, a mad light dancing behind his eyes.
The hands of the red pirates present involuntarily grasped their guns, and Kelkus's deputy took a few steps back cautiously.
Everyone in front of the command podium was stunned and had forgotten their mission. Only the servitors continued to work, muttering mindlessly status reports and action inquiries.
The tension at the scene was almost unbearable, even worse than the approaching storm. Everyone seemed to have fallen into a cage containing an angry beast.
But thinking of the severe punishment that would follow the tyrant, Kelkus' mind cleared up.
For a moment, he wanted to rush into the crowd and kill them all, the rational part of him that he'd spent so many years cultivating already teetering on the edge of destruction.
But luckily, it all came back again.
“Where is the enemy now?”
“The enemy has dispersed its forces. Some are invading the void shield array, some are invading the armory, and the rest are still heading towards the center. Approaching.”
“Where are the power compartment and engine room?”
"It's still safe. Lord Adnus has temporarily withstood the attack of the ranger warriors."
Kelkus nodded, this is the only good news.
This sudden enemy attack really caught him off guard. What made him even more unexpected was that it was his own warship that launched the attack.
Although we don’t know what happened on the Tyrant’s Claw, judging from subsequent developments, it is very likely that Nasir Wotek has been killed by the Empire, or at least beaten away.
It would have been better if he died, but the whole mess ended up being thrown on his own head!
The enemy's attack was swift and fierce, and the fleet in orbit was quickly crippled and disrupted. The Hell's Eye Fortress was also affected, so it was easily invaded.
Originally, with the original defenders in the fortress, it shouldn’t be a problem to defend the Star Fortress. After all, the number of people who jumped to the other side was only three to four hundred.
Who knows what that guy Nasir Wotek was up to? He said he was going to make a big deal, so he just left with a company!
So, the root cause of everything lies with those idiots!
Thinking of this, Kelkus couldn't control his anger.
However, the alarm sound on the tactical display screen was like a basin of cold water, which made him wake up immediately. The mark on it showed that the enemy's leading troops were approaching the peripheral area of the center.
There are currently only two hundred defenders in the center. Although the number is still greater than the opponent, Kelkus does not feel that this is safe.
At this time, he can only play the last card in his hand, which is also the most uncontrollable card. "Let that thing out of the prison."
"Yes!"
The core's passageway consists of a series of gates and compartments. These compartments were originally provided for astropaths and technicians, but now due to the power outage, the place is shrouded in darkness.
Soshyan and his team used melta bombs to open a path and penetrated all the way into the peripheral area of the center.
But after passing the second gate, Soshyan found that the communicator began to crackle.
He stopped and let others follow suit.
“It smells of blood.”
Then they encountered the first body.
This is a member of the Mechanicus, lying outside a cubicle, with the neck of the body torn open completely.
Taros knelt beside the corpse, trying to find some key traces.
Two minutes later, he looked at Soshyan.
"The stench of claws and psychic energy above, could be a possessed warrior."
Soshiyang didn't speak, but his eyes became more solemn and he activated the force field of the Sheng Yan Sword.
The next second, the sword blade buzzed.
“Is it a demon?”
Adrienne Velez has never encountered a possessed person, she just thinks it is a kind of demon.
Taros shook his head gently.
"That is the body of an Astartes possessed by demons. In the process, their souls no longer belong to themselves, but in exchange they gain powerful power."
"There are more "Many corpses."
Armin suddenly said, he was in front of a cubicle, inspecting the situation inside.
“Here.”
There is another mortal lying in the compartment, also dead, but like the previous deceased, this man died in a very horrific way - blood The walls were covered with entrails.
Looking at the corpse, Soshiyang's face became heavier and heavier. He walked to the front of the team and led everyone to move forward.
"Follow closely!"
In the meantime they passed many compartments, and the mortals in them had been slaughtered.
Some people's bodies were torn in two, like wheat stalks cut by a sickle in a bloody harvest, some were hanged with their own intestines, and some even left only a pool of blood.
The death of these people made this Shura field more bloody and terrifying, which also indirectly explained one thing.
The massacre occurred very quickly.
After advancing fifty meters, Soshyan stopped.
In front of the third gate, a giant wearing scarlet armor stood with his head bowed. His figure was blurred by the shadow, but judging from the outline, he was already over three meters tall. He was an unshakable figure. A huge buckle.
Hearing the sound of the coming person, the giant raised his head, and the whispers floating under his helmet stopped, as if a conversation had just ended - but there was no one else there except himself.
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(End of this chapter)