Chapter 1261 Malicious Warrior
Breathless smoke clouds pour out from every opening in the passage, limiting sight to a few meters. Only when it is about to trip your feet will the hidden wreckage appear. on the helmet-mounted display.
Captain Castor of the Malevolent Warrior Chapter's vision was filled with a noisy white, filled with half-guessed outlines and undetermined target locks, and then he turned on the automatic control of his power armor. The monitoring system was tuned down the spectrum, but every frequency was affected.
All forms of visible and near-visible light were engulfed in oily smoke, and the smoke was produced by the collapsed reactor——
As for who caused the reactor accident, they are also It is speculated that because the wreckage of this ship had cooled down a long time ago and its reactor should have been suffocated long ago, why could it still be ignited and destroyed?
There must be some clues here, and Castor suspected that another group of Space Marines was causing trouble for them.
But he has no evidence.
The commander of the 'Defamator' company, clad in bile yellow and coal black armor, moved with a predator-like grace, some of which he wore despite his shabby appearance The plates looked sturdier than the others, as if they were a hybrid rather than a complete set of matching armor, and the scraped paint revealed the true nature of who it came from - there were at least three Chapters inside. logo.
His weapon is a two-handed power hammer strapped diagonally across his back - the handle of the hammer protrudes above his left pauldron and the head emerges from his right hip.
And he was followed by more than thirty slanderers.
Among the malicious warriors, the Slanderers are the elite among them. They are not many in number, but they are selected from all ten companies. Even the scouts are no exception. They are also representatives of the most brutal warriors in this chapter. .
Currently, Castor can only rely on pulsed sound waves for guidance, but they cannot be trusted either because the collapse caused by the reactor's collapse sends back false echoes.
Suddenly, the veteran warrior's foot tripped on a piece of rubble from the ruins of a building, making a loud shuddering sound.
He stumbled, kicking away a pile of steel bars tangled in fake stone, then slowed to scan the billows of smoke and buildings he glimpsed quickly out of the darkness.
Barak, the sergeant in the company, did not see Castor slow down. He slammed into the company commander's power pack, knocking both of them staggering.
"Stupid pig!"
Castor was the first to react, turning around and grabbing Barak's shoulder armor. As he twisted the warrior's shoulder, the armor servo let out a groan, forcing the other to clumsy The ground fell aside.
“Be careful.”
Castor dragged the opponent in front of him, growled Helmet to Helmet, and then pushed back.
"Company Commander, we can't see anything here! We must move to another passage."
Barak yelled, his eyepieces flashing red in the black smoke, his armor even older and more fragmented than Castor's, a combination that could be described as a garbage heap.
Just from these elite warriors, you can see the whole picture of the malicious warriors, so it is not difficult to understand why they accepted the employment of the Martian Sage.
To put it bluntly, it is just one word -
Poor.
Suddenly, a strange noise passed through the air, with screams and friction announcing the arrival of more aliens.
"Here we go again."
Castor complained in a low voice, and then another group of genestealers attacked from the darkness.
The weapons of the malicious warriors roared and blasted a gap in the oncoming enemy group, but soon more enemies came up, and then a veteran opened the flamethrower, spraying purifying flames. To the oncoming enemy group. But these aliens rushed in recklessly under the fierce firepower, as if there was some force more powerful than their original ferocity driving them. The light and flames made them angry, like a whole, and the thick smoke made them angry. Their actions become more bizarre and unpredictable.
The narrow range of movement in the passage forced the detractors to adopt a multi-layered formation. The soldiers in the front row had to kneel down to make room for shooting for their comrades in the back row. The flames Spewed out from the jets, the harsh sound of bolt guns filled the entire hull. Flames and bullets killed the incoming alien monsters, while simultaneously setting off whirlpools of flesh and blood on the ground and walls.
The bodies piled up, but the enemies kept coming, the genestealers hacking at the corpses of their kin, desperate to get closer to their prey.
"Be careful! It's an aberration!"
During the fierce battle, a huge monster broke through the defense line, and its huge claws grabbed one of the veteran Barak's legs and pinned him to the ground. Drag the row up.
The Space Marine raised his other foot and kicked the monster's round head with his boot, but it was unmoved at all and opened its mouth to reveal rows of black, moist teeth.
“Bastard!”
Barak drew his sword, and just like the shiny part of his armor, the sword's brightness was dimmed by ash but did not dull its monomolecular edge.
Bounced up with the help of his waist, Barak stabbed the sharp blade into the aberration's neck, leaving only the handle exposed. He then began to withdraw the blade from the opponent's wrinkled flesh, and Hang yourself on the other person.
As pus and blood spattered, the aberration howled in pain, grabbed Barak with his hands, and scratched the malicious warrior's face armor and neck armor.
But Balak was very strong. After stabbing for a while, he suddenly pulled out the knife, spitting out a stream of dirty black blood, and stabbed it in again.
"Come down! Brother!"
After hearing this, Barak let go of the handle of the knife and fell heavily.
Then two veterans rushed up and sprayed angry flames at the monster. The aberrant body wrapped in flames struggled and rolled under the fierce firepower. After Barak shot the opponent twice in the head, he slammed into it and was full of firepower. The fiery aberration pushed him forward, then pulled out his knife and cut off the enemy's head with one blow.
“Use grenades!”
Under Castor’s order, three veterans threw fragmentation grenades, and the other soldiers covered their faces to avoid the impact of the explosion.
When the shock subsided, they saw the injured alien trying to climb out of the ruins, his body riddled with shrapnel.
Then he walked up and killed the enemies one by one. At this time, the other surviving aliens also turned around and ran away, preparing to plan the next attack.
After checking everyone's ammunition and finding that the situation was not optimistic, Castor looked at the technical sergeant.
“Look at the augury!”
As he spoke, Castor’s head kept turning, trying to find a way out among the smoke and the collapsed passage.
“I feel like someone is causing trouble, and those aliens will not destroy the reactor.”
After hearing these words, veteran Vested suddenly said:
"Could it be the Astral Knights?"
(End of Chapter)
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