Chapter 1891 Alien Interception (Part 2)
“Hold on!”
On the other side, Castor is also directing the slanderers to resist vigorously. Close combat is their specialty. , but those aliens are too cunning and will not step forward at all. As for taking the initiative to attack -
No matter how arrogant he is, he does not think that he can catch up with an Eldar on two legs.
Suddenly, a plasma grenade exploded somewhere on his left side, and he was knocked to the ground, his abdomen twitching and shaking with pain.
But the adrenaline soon wiped away the pain. He raised the plasma in his hand, bursting out dense energy and shooting at the aliens who were hiding outside the gap and shooting. As for whether he hit anything, he couldn't say.
Not far away, the bolter in Barak's hand was also banging. Suddenly, a slanderer beside him fell backward, twitched, and rolled, with a big hole in his helmet.
"Be careful! There is an alien sniper!"
While warning loudly, he picked up the weapons and remaining ammunition of his dead comrades.
If the stalemate continues, the malicious warriors can continue to resist. They also imagine that the fleet can get rid of the alien interception and send support to withdraw them as soon as possible, but Castor already has a bad premonition. .
Suddenly, he heard the sound of neat footsteps, which even made him mistake it for reinforcements.
But when he looked at the place where the sound came from, he was shocked.
From the gap in the giant explosion-proof door that was completely blown open, an entire alien army walked out. They wore more ancient layered silver armor, wore pointed helmets, and their faces were covered by smooth closed masks. , holding a huge tower shield and a spear with a banner, like a wall of steel.
"What's going on? Is this the Eldar?"
Barak also made a surprised sound, and then fired several shots at the other party.
As a result, something even more shocking happened. All the explosive bombs were blocked by the invisible barrier and exploded in the air one after another. Moreover, Barak remembered that he was clearly aiming, but some of the explosive bombs flew out from the opponent's head.
"Vinya, there's something weird about these Eldar."
"Did you just realize that? Castor, they look like...a mix of several Eldar, which we learned from before. I have never seen this kind of alien."
"Did we get into such big trouble that the Eldar united to ambush us?"
"I can't help it. Answer, but——"
While they were talking, something slipped in from the vent in the central hall, then flew over an overturned pillar and landed on a malicious warrior.
The cry immediately attracted Castor's attention. He turned around and saw the gray beast tearing apart the warrior's power armor with teeth and claws. He immediately opened fire and reminded :
"Ugur! They actually have Ugur!"
More than a dozen Ugur came to the malicious warriors' defense line with the help of ventilation pipes, and then the chain saws started roaring, The malevolent warriors began to struggle against the beasts in despair.
"Brothers! I would rather die than surrender! For the Emperor!"
Under this situation, Vinia suddenly realized that his hundreds of years of service might be coming to an end. He was not a sentimental person, and could even be called cruel.
But in his final moments, he was determined to die a death worthy of the Emperor's Angels. Everyone has his own way of loyalty to the Emperor. He never thinks that his past actions are wrong, and he can walk back to the throne without fear. Only the Emperor is qualified to judge his soul.
Laughing, Vinya shot Ugur in the chest who was closest to him. After knocking the opponent down, he swung his heavy power fist and hit the opponent's head hard. Just hammer that ugly head to pieces.
Castor also knocked a beast to the ground, shot the opponent in the head with a bolt bomb, and then directed the slanderers to launch a counterattack against the shield-bearing Eldar who had poured into the hall.
Sergeant Lokar, who belonged to the Vinya Company, also joined the attack of the slanderers. He had always wanted to leave his original company and join these elite soldiers, but his company commander did not want his best veterans to leave the company.
Now, he needs to express himself.
The fighting between the two sides entered a fever pitch, and the central hall was filled with firepower. Mortals were killed and injured everywhere, although no Eldar wasted firepower on them.
“Kill!”
Lokar brandished his chainsaw and charged directly at the waiting Eldar. It was a provocation for these cowardly aliens to dare to parade themselves in front of the Emperor’s warriors. !
However, before he could swing the chain saw, the Eldar in front of him suddenly slid left and right in order, revealing a tall black Death.
Lokar did not stop, however, and wielded the chain saw in his hand in a series of complex tricks, directly cutting into the opponent's head.
The alien in black skeleton armor had a strange skeletal cross standing behind him. Facing the roaring chain saw, he directly raised the sickle-like gun in his hand and smashed the chain on Lokar's hand. The saw sword made him stand still in shock, and then two Tritons, one on the left and one on the right, drove their gleaming spears through the helmet with heavy blows.
At any time, ceramic steel and blood spattered, and Lokar's hands dropped weakly and fell backwards.
The death of Lokar shocked Castor who was storming the shield formation. He knew what this man was capable of, but he died like this, so he immediately realized that the mysterious black-armored Eldar was probably the The other side’s commander.
If the Space Marines want to make a comeback, they usually have only one choice -
Beheading!
Castor immediately broke away from the shield formation, and asked the slanderers to use explosive bombs to cover him, and rushed straight towards the black-armored Eldar.
He took two steps forward and rushed forward, parrying the feint attack, but the plasma in his hand had already been fully charged.
However, his actions could not hide from the eyes of a mortal but not from a Phoenix Lord. As soon as he raised his hand, two shields were set up, directly annihilating the plasma ball in the turbulence of the air.
Seeing that he missed a hit, Castor immediately retreated to avoid the incoming lasers. Then he led the slanderers to charge, fire, and rush forward again and again, but every time they were defeated by the alien shield formation. .
More reapers wearing black armor and holding heavy weapons appeared. They fired a large number of micro-missiles behind the shield array, causing the surrounding air to be filled with suffocating fire and energy jets. Castor was unable to When they organized an attack again, the enemy's firepower overwhelmed them, and they basically ran out of bullets, so they could only huddle behind the bunker.
Shadows danced at the top of his vision, and he could hear jetbikes and gunships circling outside the central hall, thick metal exploding into searing shards.
Suddenly, Castor felt a pain on his face, and something hit his chin. Then he fell sideways, his throat as painful as swallowing a piece of coal. In his blurred vision, the people around him Comrades also fell one after another.
The alien's solid shield array suddenly opened a hole, and a slender figure wearing a golden feather short cloak stepped out. The ugly alien face seemed to be sneering at him——
As the body's damage-inhibiting function took effect, Castor's vision gradually dimmed.
(End of this chapter)