Chapter 762: Old habits die hard
As Piceno slowly raised his head to look upward, the memory of that period of time ago quickly passed through his mind, making his sluggish nerves tremble.
After getting up, he slowly scanned the giant in front of him, from his ankles to his knees, from his knees to his groin, then to the pipes and breastplate, until he could not see the head that was hidden in the shadows. department.
What concerned him most was that the opponent's shoulder armor was covered with a wet piece of dough. The green color on it showed that it once belonged to a certain greenskin, and looking at the criss-crossing scars, it should be He is still a big guy who has experienced many battles...
When Piceno slowly saw the opponent's head clearly, he really wished he had not witnessed all this.
When the Greenskins looked up at the Space Marines, the Space Marines also looked down at Piceno. This giant wore a round helmet with brass reliefs on both sides. There was a white skull on the front and two sides of the helmet. Connected to the breathing tube.
In the firelight, the silver-gray armor exuded a strange luster, and the eyepiece in the center of the helmet flashed with red light, like red-hot coals in the darkness, full of hatred and cruelty.
Piceno's hands began to tremble, and he tried to pull out the pistol from his waist, but his hands shook so much that the weapon fell to the ground as soon as it was unsheathed.
“You, you——”
In the boundless sense of oppression, he desperately stepped back step by step, but behind him was the edge of the ruins.
The mechanic knew he was trapped, and he could only stand a chance by jumping from the gap in the railing on the side - it was nearly ten meters above the ground.
But even if he jumped from the building, the chance of survival would be higher than if he stayed here with this monster - his instinct told him that even if he fell to death, it would be a quick and painless process, far better than being killed by the monster in front of him. This guy was tortured to death.
The giant reached out to grab him, but Piceno showed unusual agility and jumped down before the Space Marine could catch him.
“Humph ah ah!”
The mechanic watched the road on the street getting closer and closer to him, and the memories of the past appeared in his mind like a revolving lantern - he did not die here He felt a little sense of accomplishment in the monster's hands.
The impact of jumping from a five-story height position will be fatal and short-lived. For a greenskin, this does not completely mean death. There is a high probability that he will survive and then escape immediately.
Before descending, Piceno comforted himself that he would not necessarily die.
But he didn't notice that the other party had disappeared before he jumped off the building.
So where is the Space Marine?
He stood at the base of the building, waiting for the mechanic to land, like a child preparing to catch a toy thrown from a height.
After a few seconds, he grabbed the falling mechanic's arm and lifted him up to his face.
Within his helmet, the Night Lord's mouth split into a wide smile.
“No!”
Picheno shouted desperately and tried to struggle, but it was useless.
“You are not dead yet.”
The Space Marine paused.
"Not yet..."
His voice was full of hunger and madness, and his next actions were even more powerful than his words.
"Taros, completely destroy the target and come back to gather immediately."
Soshyan said in the communication:
"We don't have so much time to waste here. Besides, throw away the damn green skin on your shoulder armor! I don't want to cause any more trouble from the Inquisitor or anything else!"
Right here. Suddenly, an enemy emerged from the burning ruins. It was a massive beast, as tall as a Space Marine, and easy to spot.
In the strong wind, it wore tattered armor, exposed its strong green muscles, and roared provocatively. "Communication ended."
Soshiyan roared, raised his storm bolter, and shot the beast in the face.
The greenskin's head exploded like a sprayer.
Behind it, its men roared, and Soshyan had already launched a charge.
A few rough bullets bounced off his armor, causing only a few flashes of light. Then he rushed into the pile of greenskins, and the Holy Flame Sword began to roar - Fentian is a sacred object of the legion. Not suitable for frequent battlefield use.
With one sword he removed a greenskin's head and shoulders, and with the second sword he cut off a scrap metal ax along with the arm holding the axe.
One of the orcs raised his ax and swiped at his pauldron, knocking some fragments off the ceramite armor. In return, he disemboweled the guy with his sword, growling with satisfaction. Watching the alien's entrails squirt all over the ground.
At this time, other combat brothers also joined the battle, the bolters thundered, and the muzzle flashes of the weapons flashed with dazzling light, illuminating the surroundings.
Soon after, corpses and rotten flesh were everywhere on the ground, and puddles formed by alien blood quickly boiled under the high temperature.
"Okay, okay, I got it."
Taros, with a blood-stained face on his waist, activated his jump backpack and jumped out of the gantry.
As he streaked across the sky, Mars passed by him, and automated senses overlaid his vision with wireframe mappings of his flight path and bridge structure.
It took a while, but he made his way across the blazing battlefield, the wind trying to push him off the path before his boots made contact with another support pole.
He stood on a protruding cylindrical censer under the bridge, ignoring the wind roaring around him, calmly calculating the data for his next jump, and then activated the nozzle of his jump pack again .
While he was flying in the air, he heard the noise on the communication channel.
Soshyan is fighting another wave of green skins. This should be the last wave of green skins. What he has to do now is to completely destroy the green skins' arsenal - most of the things in there are humans. It's useless, but there's no guarantee that the greenskins will come back to use it after they leave.
Taros jumped down from the height, walked around the concrete bridge deck, and entered the shadows.
There, huge gantry frames, beams and cables criss-cross the factory's warehouse floor.
He landed lightly on a long, wide beam and paused, searching for the perfect spot to place the ion bomb.
Because he is surrounded by shadows, Talos can only see part of the situation. The automatic senses on his helmet are now his eyes.
Bang!
Suddenly, Talos's thinking was interrupted by a bullet fired from the beam on his left side.
Then another bullet grazed the side of his helmet, and then a hail of bullets surrounded him.
Following the instinctive reflexes of his training, Talos activated his jump pack and performed a twisting evasive jump to avoid danger.
He jumped into a bunker formed by two beams, then turned off the engine and fell like a stone.
He fell a few meters and grabbed the edge of a platform below as he passed.
Now he dived into the shadows again, waiting, his two hearts beating steadily.
More shots rang out, but eventually faded away as his enemies could no longer find him...
(End of Chapter)