Chapter 896 The brave man


Chapter 896 The Brave Man

Mahamadou knew what kind of world this was. For him, who was influenced and immersed in the ways of war and killing, this was a dead world.

It is empty, barren and ugly.

Nothing should stay here, anything that exists here is suffering.

But be patient.

For now, the Empire is still fighting.

The disc dome of Attica is divided into five areas. Each area has walls and is equipped with defensive towers. Guns are installed on the high spire platforms.

However, these tiny defensive weapons quickly turned into burning ruins under the bombardment of Thunderhawks and Chaos fighters.

There were some gunmen standing on the adjacent parapet - they couldn't be called soldiers at all, they were just citizens who took up arms.

They were protected by thick shields and struggled to aim at the target in the strong wind. The terminators had begun to attack the walls, striding out of the howling name of the dark gods, fighting against the bullets. Dismissive.

Mahamadou walked to a corner of the parapet, where there was a crack, and saw the silhouettes of soldiers running through the passage or crouching behind bunkers, like tiny particles scattered throughout the veins.

Few Legions are better at identifying weaknesses in their defenses and how to exploit them than the Iron Warriors.

When others came to attract fire according to the tactical arrangement, Mahamadou walked to the wall, stretched out his gauntlet, and stuffed a melta bomb into a small gap between the steel plates. .

With a bang, the end wall instantly collapsed and fell off, exposing a hollow with light.

The guards saw what Mahamadou was doing and hurried to stop him, but it was too late.

The Iron Warrior crossed the gap, like a nightmare, emerging from the churning dust.

He drew his pistol and hit the target with every shot.

A man fell down after being hit, rolling on the ground and spitting out his windpipe.

He pushed unstoppably into the depths, cutting down those who got too close with his chainsword and keeping his pistol fired.

His brothers, on the other hand, continued the killing from further away, using their power gloves to break cover and tear apart their enemies.

Mahamadou didn't care at all that he was out of touch with the main force. He didn't think anything could threaten him.

"For the Emperor! Death to heretics!!"

A man rushed towards Mahamadou with a rifle with a bayonet inserted, screaming that the Emperor would protect this and that. of.

Mahamadou took just one glance - about 35 years old, malnourished - and shot him in the chest.

The man's abdomen exploded, twisting, and pinching his neck with stiff fingers.

The Iron Warrior broke through the rickety door at the end of the corridor and broke into an open inner courtyard to see the whole place in chaos.

The fires burning here, exuding an unnatural stench, grew out of control, and the Iron Warriors single-handedly rampaged through hastily constructed fortifications, tearing down barricades and cutting down those who still had the courage to resist.

The mortals are now hurriedly retreating towards the northern wall, and their comrades in the distance are covering them with laser fire.

They ran like crazy, at least those who could still run.

"Run! Scream! Pray to your false emperor!"

Mahamadou, who was in the midst of the massacre, heard a loud, hoarse noise.

He turned around and saw a five-meter-tall large crawler device with huge tires and a thick windshield. The engine was roaring and he stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards him, only a few meters away from him.

The Iron Warrior raised his hand and shot at it. As a result, it suddenly turned and made a sharp friction sound. The bullets scratched the barriers on both sides.

The car was driving very erratically, going too fast for its bulky size and almost flipping over.

Mahamadou laughed and continued shooting.

The tracked vehicle began to skid in the dust, and the man driving it managed to turn towards the opposite gate. It still maintained its structure, but was burning violently, and it was obvious that it had suffered serious damage. Just when Mahamadou thought the other party was about to escape, the tracked vehicle suddenly drifted in an incredible manner, ran over the corpses and ruins on the ground, and hit him directly with the side.

“Well————”

As powerful as the Astartes, it had to fly out under such huge force.

Mahamadou felt like the world was spinning. When it took him two seconds to wake up, he was buried in a pile of rubble.

And the moment he raised his head, he saw a tall figure jumping out of the crawler - he even thought it was a space warrior at first.

"Kill!!!"

After landing, the strong man's footsteps did not stop, and the bolt gun in his arms roared and spit out bullets, hitting the Iron Warrior's armor. Knock out balls of sparks.

He was also very fast, rushing in front of Astartes in the blink of an eye.

The Iron Warriors struggled to free themselves from the rubble, throwing down their pistols and raising their chainswords.

The two sides would soon be forced into close combat. At this distance, only one sword was enough to kill the strong man. However, to kill him, the Astartes first needed to hit him.

When he saw the opponent throwing several grenades at his feet, the Iron Warrior subconsciously retreated. He did not intend to die with a mortal, even if there was a high probability that he would only be injured.

But those grenades never exploded.

A scam.

Suddenly, several shells fired from above the tracked vehicle hit the Heretic Astartes' knees, forcing him to bend down.

"Fuck you mother!!!"

The strong man shouted loudly, bumped into the Astartes head-on, and threw the opponent to the ground in a cloud of flying sparks.

Considering the weight of an Astartes wearing power armor, many eyes were stunned by this scene.

The moment the opponent fell, the strong man put his bolter against the eight-pointed star on the Space Marine's chest and fired fiercely at zero range.

The Iron Warrior struggled and stretched out his fist, but unexpectedly hit something in the air.

Then, a large amount of blood spurted out from the broken armor. The moment the bullets were fired, the man took out a wide-edged sword, pointed it at the gap in the neck of the fallen Astartes, and used all his strength to stab it. .

The weapon cut through the power cables and bionic muscle fibers that were flying with sparks, sinking into flesh and blood, and cutting off bones.

Until his death, Mahamadou never thought that he would be killed by a mortal.

"Colonel Stryker! We have to retreat quickly!"

After walking away for a while, Stryker spat at the corpse of the Chaos Space Marine on the ground, and then rushed back quickly onto the tracked vehicle.

The hedgehog was driving a tracked vehicle, and there were a dozen Catachan warriors in the vehicle, but all of them were injured.

"I'm so fucked! Boss, you're so fucked, you killed a heretic Space Marine!!! Space Marine!!!"

The hedgehog's voice was shaking when he spoke. , holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

"I don't care what I killed right now, I just want to know what's going on?"

Strike was shaking violently, feeling uncomfortable all over - ever since They started after they first saw those devils from the parapet.

Three hours ago, the attack came suddenly, and the huge fleet crowded the small orbit of the Paiji star.

And they don't even know the enemy's true identity yet.

(End of this chapter)

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