Chapter 1265 Midnight Vendetta (Part 1)
“Attention.”
Something was moving in the far corner illuminated by the light of Castor’s armor. He resisted the urge to fire, holding his hand Holding a strange-looking weapon tightly in his hand, he was looking forward to a clear target.
The helmet sensors showed that there were more than twenty monsters in the dark tunnel ahead, and they briefly circled to find other paths to the Slanderers.
Obviously. The effort ultimately failed.
One second, the corridor was empty, but in the next moment a swarm of blue and purple bodies rushed down the passage toward the Space Marines like a flood pouring from a hole in a dam.
Castor fired, the weapon in his hand reaching firing speed in just one heartbeat.
In the next heartbeat, a torrent of plasma bullets roared through the corridor. Castor's automatic senses activated the audio buffer the moment he pressed the trigger, but in fact the gun's The sound was very small
Six or seven monsters were beaten to pieces within two seconds, and their bodies were evaporated by the fierce shooting.
Castor paused for a moment to let the barrel cool, as was his custom with plasma weapons, before firing again.
Each devastating shot shattered everything in its path.
Immersed in the carnage, Castor almost didn't notice a set of signals on the sensor moving along the corridor parallel to the passage he was defending. He began to move away from the door of the room to get more for himself. Lots of shooting time.
With the sound of tearing metal and falling to the ground, the Genestealers smashed through a door at the corner ahead, and within a second they were in the same room with the Space Marines.
“Death!”
Castor roared and fired a long series of shots furiously. The fan-shaped plasma sweep cut down the first row of attackers, but more enemies Replenish quickly.
Squeezing the trigger, Castor sprayed the second wave of enemies with hot bullets.
For a time, flames, pus, blood, and debris from broken walls filled the corridor.
Other warriors were also firing, but some of them had a brand new bolter hanging on their waist in addition to the bolter in their hands.
Under the ferocious plasma firepower, the alien offensive collapsed.
Barak took a step forward and smashed the power sword into the back of a monster. The blade's force field exploded into a blue flash when it hit the target.
Spine shattered, armor cracked, the Genestealer fell clumsily to the stone bricks like a fish caught on the ground.
"Such good equipment is simply a waste in the hands of those people."
Barak looked at the power sword in his hand with admiration, which he learned from a fallen warrior of the Astral Knight. Taken away, you must know that among the malicious warriors, power weapons have always been a rare thing, and basically only company commanders have the equipment.
Castor also glanced at the weird plasma pistol in his hand. This was the weapon he snatched from Farzad. It was just a souvenir at first, but he didn’t expect it to be so terrifying. Plasma weapons.
If the other party had used this from the beginning, I would have been doomed long ago.
"Is it an alien creation?"
He looked carefully and confirmed that this thing was very different from the empire's plasma weapons.
“Using alien weapons is heresy, and I guess that guy won’t say anything about it.”
Blowing into the radiator with a smile, Castor hung the weapon on the radiator with satisfaction. On his waist, there is also a power ax on his back, which is also Farzad's weapon.
If he were not worried about the opponent's large army coming to support him, he would probably even pull off Farzad's armor.
"Company Commander, is this really okay? I heard that there are quite a few members of the Suffering Alliance, and there are also Dark Angels to help."
Some people in the team also expressed uneasiness, but his worry was only in exchange for gave him a look of disdain.
"They acted first, how can we be blamed for self-defense? The casualties were accidental, and we also suffered losses."
As Castor said, the slanderers just said Two people were also killed in the conflict and three were slightly injured.
However, compared to the gains, Castor felt from the bottom of his heart that it was a profit. "Then the chapter leader asked us to return immediately, what should we do now?"
Barak came over and said something that troubled Castor.
After learning that they had clashed with the Astral Knights and that there were casualties, their Chapter Master sprayed swear words at Castor through the communicator for three minutes, and then asked them to return immediately.
But Castor felt that this was no big deal. This was not the first time that they had clashed with other chapters, and the chapter leader was making too much of a fuss.
In other words, a little too timid.
This is not the quality a leader of malicious warriors should have.
That's what he thought in his heart, but he could only promise to take the team back immediately.
But he really wanted to leave, but he was a little unwilling to do so. What if someone boarded the Mechanical Ark first?
Just as he hesitated again and again, a rush of footsteps suddenly sounded, and all the slanderers turned at the same time and pointed their guns in the direction of the sound.
Soon, two stumbling yellow figures sprang out of the darkness. Each of them was covered in blood, and their armor was in tatters. One had even lost his helmet, and the other had only half of his helmet left.
"One of our own!"
Castor immediately reminded the surrounding soldiers loudly, and then walked over.
"Which company are you from?"
"Three three companies!"
One of them answered, looking back at the darkness behind him from time to time, as if there was something there Terrible predators are peeping.
"Eh? Adams? Why are you looking like this?"
At this time, Barak recognized the sergeant of the third company. After the two slanderers stopped in front of them, their faces were covered with blood and they began to gasp violently. , his arms trembled unconsciously.
Castor immediately realized something was wrong.
“What happened to the third company?”
“We. We were sneak attacked! Enemies came from all directions, screaming and fire. We were scattered, many brothers died, Our team began to retreat, and they kept pursuing us."
"What!? Is it an alien?"
"No, it shouldn't be, I don't know."
Adams still looked shocked at this time, but what he said It was astonishing.
An entire company was destroyed.
Castor's expression became extremely serious. He grabbed Adams' shoulders and shook them hard.
"Wake up! Our brother is dead! Revenge is necessary! Take me to the place where you were attacked, there may be survivors!"
After that, he used long-distance communication to report to the rear:< br>
"Emergency, the third company was ambushed, repeat, the third company was ambushed, we are rushing to the scene! The coordinates will be sent later!"
After a while, Adams finally recovered. Sanity, he nodded vigorously and tightened his grip on the bolter.
"Yes, revenge! Hurry! Captain Castor, we have to go back quickly!"
"Then stop talking nonsense and lead the way! By the way, tell me the coordinates of where you were attacked first!"
Soon, after reporting the coordinates, Castor led the way directly without waiting for instructions from behind. The team angrily rushed toward the area where the Third Company was ambushed, which was not far from them.
(End of this chapter)