Chapter 712 Just Like Old Friends
Faced with the sudden appearance of several tough men, the greenskins had no idea what was firing at them. In shock, both thugs and soldiers turned into splatters of blood and debris. The flesh and blood dissipated completely.
The heavy bolter roared, the meat rabbit was torn into pieces, the armor flashed like shrapnel, and even the vehicle was cut in half.
“Kill the aliens!”
The battle prayer and the roar of the weapon are closely connected, and the sound becomes a resonance as pure as crystal.
Even Robin smiled, knowing every word he heard, every boil in his blood - this was what he pursued, desired and loved.
The Emperor was with him, His fire in his heart as in the bolter in his hand.
And it makes him feel good.
At the back of the waist, the heavy shackles are clanging, as if begging for a chance to be released, but the time has not come yet...
On the other hand, even if the green skin has They have all kinds of shortcomings, but they have no idea of giving up easily. They have no interest in the emperor's wrath, and they have no tactics to speak of. Normal people may lie on the ground to cover and shoot in the face of fierce firepower, but these beasts will not so.
They roared angrily, brandishing their crudely made weapons, and charged directly at the recruit squad.
"They're coming!"
Robin raised his bolter and aimed at the largest greenskin he could see.
The command structure of the greenskins is very simple. Whoever is bigger will have more weight to his words. If he can get rid of the leader, the rest will be easier to eradicate.
The battle prayers still surrounded him, his voice joining them, and it felt like the song was stimulating the nerves like wildfire.
The second wave of greenskins charged forward angrily, they roared, they were urgent, they seemed to have no end.
The beasts were very close to them now, and he could see them clearly: protruding fangs and green skin, rusty weapons and pieces of steel and ceramic steel picked up from the battlefield. Made of armor.
One of them is wearing a black shoulder pad with a double-headed eagle symbol on it.
The ferocious firepower of the bolt bombs plowed a bloody path through the dense greenskin team, but their losses did not stop them. Instead, they picked up the dying ones and trampled weapons and continued to move forward.
Heavy blasters roared in the hands of the two warriors, while Zod kept firing with his sniper rifle, carefully selecting his targets.
The battlefield becomes a chaotic cabaret of blood, smoke and noise, with greenskins drooling and yelling, trampling fallen ones of their kind or grots to pieces.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !
"There are too many of them!"
Haomo's voice broke the frenzy of the battle. His bolter had misfired and he was replacing the ammunition chain.
“If this continues, our bullets won’t last long.”
Robin frowned, but the shot in his hand was not affected.
The leading greenskin took a few steps back in the crimson blood mist, while the other greenskins continued to surge forward one after another, like a corrupted green tide, and like a huge beast, without any order or any trace of it. There was no fear at all, just howling and roaring like an animal.
Robin felt that the anger in his body was rising straight up, and then dropped back to the righteous anger that was as bright and white as magnesium.
Behind the rising smoke, several larger figures were moving forward. They had crude but beautifully decorated weapons, and those weapons kept emitting bursts of fire.
A bunch of smaller and darker grunts were running around on the battlefield. They picked up things on the ground, shook them, bit them, and then picked them up excitedly.
Robin hung the bolter back on his waist, drew the swords crossed behind him, and then pressed the force field activation button.
With the activation of the force field, the two swords roared anxiously, thirsting for the blood of the alien.
Bahram, who was at the back of the team, also had a close confrontation with the greenskins. He first knocked down one with the butt of his rifle, kicked another to the ground, snatched the ax from its hand, and then chopped it. Towards the back of the other greenskin, the originally light gray scout breastplate was now polished with the color of death.
Robin rushed into the greenskin pile alone.
He held the power sword, his arms flew, slashed across the throat of one greenskin, and then slashed into the chest of the other. The two beasts fell almost at the same time, and the third one started howling because he lost his arm. . Robin's sword was so fast that when he took the fifth step, ten greenskins were already lying on either side.
Then he stepped over the head of a certain rude grot and slashed at two greenskins walking side by side. At this moment, he was the embodiment of death, representing the wrath of the Emperor, using the gun in his hand. The sword carved into the enemy's armor, flesh and bones, sending blood flying into the air like red wine.
After cutting down the fifty-sixth greenskin, Robin saw something else.
A war boss.
This beast is very huge, three meters tall. Its muscles seem to be made of granite. There are some metals on its ears. One tooth in its lower jaw is particularly prominent. It is almost entirely covered with armor. You can see some figures above. Well-known patterns-Ok smiley face, skull graffiti, etc.
This is also the largest and most damn green skin Robin has ever seen on the battlefield.
Its red eyes had sharp, cunning looks, and it had already set its sights on Robin.
"waaaaagh!!!"
Around them, the melee slowed to a fluid dance of blood and blades, and out of the corner of Robin's eye, Bahram caught sight of Bahram using his deep A red fist punched an greenskin in the face, and the Ork staggered back a few steps, shook his head, and then passed out.
While Oscar was covering the flanks and firing continuously, the greenskins he killed almost piled up into a hill.
Robin continued to charge. As the best swordsman among the first batch of recruits of the Astral Knights, his talent was so high that even Thor often mentioned it in front of Soshyan.
Of course, as famous as Robin's swordsmanship is his arrogance.
Many recruits think he is too proud, but Robin realizes that there is nothing wrong with him, but he is not very good at communicating with others. Bahram and Haomo, who have a good relationship with him, both know that he is a foreigner. A person who is cold but hot inside.
In fact, Robin didn't care what the outside world said. It's just that the better his swordsmanship was, the more alienated Instructor Saul he admired seemed to be towards him. He didn't know what the reason was, and it became his A big worry.
Once he heard the mysterious think tank say that Robin looked like an old friend of Thor's in the past, but when he asked who the old friend was, the white-skinned one looked like a corpse. The think tank just laughed weirdly and didn't answer.
But these thoughts never occurred, because Robin's attention was focused on reality, on the green-skinned boss.
It's like the other person's attention is on him.
The two of them were like the center of the storm. The green-skinned head carried two axes, both of which were as long as its muscular forearms, and there was a huge pistol stuck in its belt. .
Suddenly, it moved.
Not only is it big, it is also very fast.
Robin was used to the slow movements of the greenskins, who had relied on brute strength rather than speed or skill to knock down enemies.
This one is different.
But Robin did not panic. Instead, he followed Thor's teachings and let his fighting instinct guide his sword. It was an intuition, a pure concentration, and it was also part of his combat training.
The greenskin leader's first side slash was blocked, and then the second, and there was a screeching sound when the ax bit into the blade of the power sword.
The green-skinned boss did not retreat. It used brute force to try to control the situation. Robin began to retreat, blocking one blow and then withstanding the second blow. His boots stepped on the internal organs and corpses everywhere. .
It followed his footsteps, its breath was as dirty as the yellow teeth in its mouth, and it kept roaring, as if threatening and mocking its opponent, but Robin didn't care about its arrogant words.
He is waiting for the opportunity, and then he will definitely die here.
Another blow, and another, and the greenskin leader tried to push forward, but he failed to notice the cold glint in Robin's eyes.
Suddenly, it felt a sharp pain under its body. When it lowered its head, it found that the knee of its left leg had been cut off. It lost its balance and screamed and fell over. Then two long swords came down like a strong wind. Its arms, armor, nose, ears, and fangs flew up one by one.
In just a few seconds, he dismembered the huge beast Lingchi, scaring the boys around him and running away.
Robin's final blow was to drive his sword into the beast's head, twisting the brains into a puddle of green paste.
(End of this chapter)