Chapter 767 The Uneasiness of the Bone Crusher
“Knock out all those things!”
Armin did not come empty-handed when he came to support this time. Randall gave them a share. The trump card,
After giving the order, Armin turned back to the battle, slashed at a greenskin, and threw the headless body back to the city.
The Thunderhawk joined the battle with a roar. Its autocannons, heavy bolters and rockets formed a web of fire that tore through the panicked greenskin team, but its truly terrifying weapon was not this. .
Under its wings, sixteen missiles were ready to go.
With a scream, the rockets separated from the wings and flew straight towards the greenskins.
When the first missile landed, the high-temperature plasma gas caused the missile body to rupture, and then a large amount of yellow-green gas roared out. The moment it touched the air, it ignited the deadliest fire of death in the galaxy. .
Phosphate missile, this is Randall's final resort to Armin.
In just a blink of an eye, the destructive phosphorus fire washed over the land outside the protective wall like a tsunami. The impassable wall of fire kept catching groups of greenskins, turning them into fly ash within seconds.
The temperature of the flames was so high and the gas was so deadly that mortals could not stay on the city walls and had to put on gas masks and leave the walls.
No more greenskins climbed up the ladders, and the ladders erected on the city walls were quickly pushed off the walls or chopped to pieces.
Armin watched the remaining Ork barbarians being driven away from the battlefield, but there was no joy in his heart. He knew that his trump cards had been exhausted, and there was no doubt that the greenskin side already knew about the raid on the city. The location of the mouth will only make them more deadly the next time they attack.
"We held it!"
Armin shouted loudly, loud enough to ensure that everyone could hear him as he raised the blood-stained sword.
Many soldiers began to cheer, but most could only beat their hearts with their fists or perform the Eagle Salute.
"Hades will never fall!"
Yarrick responded from a distance, watching as his warriors raised their guns in celebration of victory, but could still do so The soldiers were even thinner than when they first fought off the greenskins on the city walls.
This is something Armin knows better.
“May the Emperor save us.”
He had never seen such a surging enemy, such a huge number.
We will lose.
This is what he was thinking at this moment.
Unless the Chapter Leader can come back.
The image of the Chapter Master in his mind restored his strength.
"We will hold on here until the Chapter Master returns."
He said breathlessly, and the determination in his voice came from the belief he truly believed.
"Boss, our cannons can't fire."
The Great Technologist Kimede said aggrievedly in front of the Bone Crusher.
It took a moment for Bonecrusher to realize that Big Tech had said something was broken - their artillery unit at the rear, those precious cannons, were not responding, even though the human barrier was almost completely exposed in front of them.
In fact, the real plan of the Bone Crusher is not those boys.
Boy, you can get as much as you want. Even the terrifying flames of humans did not surprise him. He was even very satisfied because he knew that the more powerful things are, the rarer they are. Humans should use them in advance. If you don't have those weapons, then they will just sit there and wait to die.
But the misfire of the artillery surprised him.
This time he personally presided over the siege of Hades. On the one hand, it was because they teleported directly to the nest. On the other hand, although the last adventure trip made him miss the most valuable target, But Beast Chimede still got a lot of good things, such as the precise teleportation technology mastered by ancient Ullannook.
The Bonecrusher knows that the war situation is now at stake, so he urgently needs the Great Technologist to come up with some good things that can turn the situation around, and making those good things requires very huge resources, so he must occupy this hive. .
"Damn it, I'm going to see what's wrong."
Bonecrusher shoved the bodyguard beside him and ordered:
"Continue to fight when the fire is out. You’re not allowed to stop, understand?”
Before leaving the artillery position, Bonecrusher heard the noise.
“You damn thief, you stole my cannonball!! Come back! One hundred. No, three hundred!”
"Let's play Scrooge! There are one hundred there, so I borrowed fifty from you. Do you know how to count? You owed me one hundred last time!" "A thief is a thief! Get me drunk." It’s not a loan! You stabbed me in the eye with an iron rod!”
“That’s what you asked for!”
< br>"Shit, you're wearing the same pants as those blue-faced guys!"
"I've had enough of this nonsense, you'd better start showing some respect for me."
"What else?"
"Like this!"
When Bonebreaker walked in, he saw two mechanics fighting, and one of them hit the other on the chin. , cracked the fangs.
Then the other one was not to be outdone, and hit the opponent's head with a wrench, and blood immediately spattered.
The more they fought, the fiercer they became. They beat each other with all their strength. The Grot obediently made way for the two quarreling greenskins.
With a punch, the man holding the wrench was sent flying, landing at the feet of a figure whose head and shoulders were higher than the confronting mechanic.
"Get away, you idiot."
The mechanic who was knocked away roared, still holding his bloody wrench with one hand.
When he stood up, he realized who the figure was and his jaw slackened.
“Who did you call, idiot?”
The sound was like a landslide, sliding out of the war leader's trunk-like chest.
"Are you two destined to be less than mechanics?"
Bonecrusher continued, approaching the two cowering Orks.
“Why do you look like farts when fighting?”
The one who was more powerful in the fight reacted first, which saved his life.
"We've run out of artillery shells here, and that guy keeps it to himself!"
He said hurriedly, and stayed away from the other party.
"This."
The mechanic holding the wrench stammered, his little mind struggling to think of how to lie.
When he tried to reply, there was no chance.
The giant mechanical claw on the right arm of the Bone Crusher first slowly moved upwards, and then fell unstoppably, cutting the mechanic in half with a terrifying crunching sound.
The wreckage fell to the ground, blood splattering on the still living bodies.
The guy tried to move, but like a parent reaching out for the wrong child, Bonecrusher grabbed the man's shoulder board with his bloody claws, lifted him up and kicked him away.
“Waste.”
The warlord said in a low voice:
"Why are there no shells!"
"This-"
The mechanic who was kicked half to death stammered.
"Boss, the guy behind the artillery shells hasn't been here for a long time, and we can't do anything about it. It's okay to make some bullets here, but it's too slow to make artillery shells."
"Then give it to me quickly. I’ll check it out!”
"Yes, yes!"
The mechanic got up and Ma Liu left.
But Bonebreaker felt a little uneasy for some reason.
(End of this chapter)