Chapter 545 The Last Five Minutes
Standard tactical timing: 00.21.49
The Terminator team slowly walked to a twisted corridor.
At this moment, the darkness under their feet was as still as water, and the sensors also showed that there was no target within twenty meters.
Soshyan briefly doubted whether the decayed metal could bear the weight of more than one Terminator. He waited until he stepped onto the other side of the room before waving for everyone to come forward.
Then the Terminators crossed the man-made canyon one by one.
At this time, groups of gene stealers also appeared again.
Soshyan walked down the stairs, and under the flames of the storm bolter, his huge silhouette came into view.
With each shot, clear shadows were cast across the debris-strewn floor, and then other warriors added their own firepower, killing the five Genestealers that stormed into the room.
For a while everything seemed noisy and chaotic, but with a burst of flames shot out by Harry's heavy fire breath, everything came to an abrupt end.
Eerie screams announce the Genestealer's death.
In the sudden silence, there was only the low sound of flames, the crackle of cooling metal, and the sound of vaporized ultra-high-temperature blood escaping from the alien corpse. .
There were no enemies in the next passage. Soshyan quickly advanced to the end of a T-intersection, while other team members filed into the room, crunching and crushing the charred corpses under their feet.
Now closer to the signal of the reconnaissance robot, Soshyan can see that the robot is in the tunnel network less than ten meters ahead. The signal is still moving erratically, reflecting between the twisted cabin walls. ,echo.
“Watch both sides.”
There are many vents here, but the roads are narrow, so the team members can only spread out and find their way into the rat's nest of collapsed corridors, stairwells, houses and pipes.
The lamps on the armor were shining, and they cast their keen eyes into the broken vents and under the collapsed workbench, searching for any trace of living creatures.
The Terminator team approached their target quickly and methodically, only to briefly interrupt the search when a Genestealer burst out of the shadows and unleashed a burst of fire.
"Found it."
A warrior sent the message, and Soshyan stared at the identifying signal to his battle brothers.
The road was difficult and he had to use his shoulders to squeeze through the twisted metal.
Finally, Soshyan found the team member in a domed hall in the middle of the radiation-contaminated corridor.
The combat robot is held in the palm of the opponent's hand.
Dietrian's reconnaissance robot is a spider-shaped machine about half a meter long, equipped with a sensor probe and a data antenna. A jointed mechanical arm extends from the middle of the shell. The palms of his hands waved pitifully.
At the end of a curled cable, the gold-plated skull still swayed from side to side and continued to scan. The red eyes flashed on and off while data was being processed, and the tracks also turned back and forth in an attempt to regain freedom.
This kind of reconnaissance robot can adapt to various complex terrains and makes very little movement. The signals and radiation it generates are also very weak and difficult to detect.
They were able to grasp the structure of the hulk so quickly, and this reconnaissance robot was indispensable.
Although he doesn't like this Mechanicus heretic, Soshyan must admit that some of the other party's technologies are likely to have reached the sage level - or even higher.
Standard Tactical Timing: 00.23.02
Mark heard the harsh noise of armor falling to the ground and floor tiles cracking.
The blood roared in his ears, and time seemed to slow down for him.
He turned hard to the left, facing the source of the sound, raised the storm blaster to shoulder height and adjusted it to single-shot mode.
The warrior holding the assault gun was kneeling on one knee, with a Genestealer lying on his back. The claws on his feet clung to the vents on the Terminator's armor, and the two pairs of front claws held He put on his helmet and tried to unscrew the giant's head.
The crosshair in Mark's right eye danced beside the Genestealer as the alien swayed back and forth.
He did not wait for the aiming aid to lock on, because he firmly believed that his eyes were more accurate than any measuring instrument. After taking a deep breath, he pulled the trigger.
"If you shoot it, you will hit it, and bless it, because it will bring revenge."
Mark whispered, and the rocket-propelled bomb flew out of the muzzle with a roar, and pierced after a moment He shot out the Genestealer's left eye and detonated the warhead to shred the monster's head.
The soldier was saved, but another alien appeared at the entrance of the hole.
Mark fired again.
The bolt penetrated the monster's chest, erupting in a shower of chitin and ribs.
Afterwards, four more Genestealers sprang out of the gap, but one by one they were killed by projectiles fired from the Mark weapons, each shot accompanied by precise prayers sung from the mouths of the Space Marines.
The warrior armed with the assault gun returned to Mark and turned to defend the entrance he had just passed through.
The number of Genestealers is increasing, and the team's defense line is constantly being oppressed and shrinking - in fact, they have been forced out of their previous position and can only build a new defense line at the exit.
Just looking at the outside, you can tell what kind of hard battle they have gone through.
Each soldier's armor bears the scars of battle - cracked armor plates, pitted plastic steel, and exposed inner cables and pipes.
Mark's helmet had a horrific gash across the entire mouth grille, and the right side of his body was covered in metal fragments and recent weld marks.
Everyone has strange pus on their bodies, and some of them have blood stains from their own wounds.
The only thing worth celebrating is that there were no casualties.
But as time goes by, it becomes hard to say.
Mark tried to change the magazine, but found the armor's left hand joint was a little sluggish—apparently the brake had been damaged when the genestealers tried to cut off his arm.
Among the team, only Hesendel, who was holding the melt, had no battle damage. Obviously, no gene stealer could escape his superb marksmanship and the powerful power of the melt at close range.
At this time, Soshyan sent a message to Mark.
“Hold on for another five minutes.”
Mark confirmed the information and said that he would definitely complete the task.
"The Chapter Master asked us to hold on for another five minutes."
He said to the team members:
"We won't let him down, right."
" Of course!"
Seeing that everyone's morale was high, Mark redeployed defenses, built temporary bunkers from abandoned facilities, sealed the small vents with heat melt, and exchanged ammunition with each other.
About two minutes later, the roar of the storm bombs and the fatal roar of the assault cannon announced the alien's return among the twisted metal.
More and more Genestealers emerge from their dormant nests deep within the hulk, and the sensors are crowded with target light spots.
Mark’s team fought fiercely with the aliens at every meter distance, reaping bloody revenge with the weapons in their hands.
The power sword shines like a beacon in the dark man-made caves and narrow passages. The flash of the muzzle flash and the red flame mark the path the angels pass through.
(End of this chapter)