Chapter 1932 The Final Sprint (Part 2)
Boom——
Suddenly, a bullet bounced off Zod's shoulder armor, and the warning icon of his automatic sensor appeared on his retina in time. Flashing up, he immediately aimed his plasma pistol at the wanton shooter to avenge himself, hitting the Chaos Cultist in the chest and wiping out his entire upper body.
"Is it true that the heretics will never die?"
"Just use explosive bombs, save the plasma energy to deal with the Chaos Space Marines."
Oscar's voice was mixed with the sound of the bolter. Zod yelled, picked up the heavy bolter on the side and started firing.
As the enemy gets closer and closer, some Chaos heretics wearing tactical carapace have appeared. They are elite. They mostly use captured and collected weapons of the Astra Militarum, and some of them are even traitors. of the Astra Militarum.
“Go!”
Farzad is not a character who will stand still. He gave the order, and Oscar and others rocketed out of their bunker with the roar of their jump packs. Like rushing out.
They fell from the head of the nearest heretic, and each one chopped down his opponent the moment he landed. Farzad himself found his next target without stopping the slaughter in his hands, ignoring those The swords and clubs of the Chaos cultists who were blocked by his armor rushed towards a cult leader and chopped the opponent in half from head to toe with just one move.
This is the style of the Third Company. Even if they are defending, they must take the initiative and cause damage to the enemy's personnel and morale before the enemy actually contacts the defense line.
After destroying the enemy's first wave of forwards, the Space Marines quickly retreated to the defense line, allowing the Skitarii to continue suppressing them from a distance.
However, this time the enemy did not retreat, but instead came forward in greater numbers, and a large number of well-equipped Tyrant Legion soldiers began to appear among them. At the same time, artillery fire began to fall on the firing queue of the Skitarii, and some could be vaguely seen. Armored vehicles and tanks appear behind the swarm of Chaos soldiers.
The enemy was obviously going to raise their stakes, so Farzad ordered a second counterattack.
With the help of improved jet packs, the Astral Knights took to the air again.
"Fire! Fire quickly!"
Although the training and equipment are much better than ordinary mortal servants, many tyrant soldiers have no time to pull the trigger before the star warriors fall on their heads, silver-gray Armor gleamed in the bright explosion light, white swords flashed on their pauldrons, chain swords sawed and howled through the Chaos Cultists, and bolt pistols flashed in clusters.
Although they were vulnerable, the thugs still rushed towards the soldiers of the third company, hitting the sacred armor with any weapons on hand, and there were even madmen with explosives strapped to their bodies.
Boom——
A loud bang exploded on the right side of Oscar, instantly destroying all life dozens of meters around. Oscar turned his head and saw one person in the team fell, Sparks Continuously protruding from his cracked armor, a suicidal lunatic had just detonated a bomb while hiding in the crowd. There may have been some high-power special bomb mixed in. Even the power armor could not fully withstand the huge impact.
"Nelson is in trouble."
While giving the signal, Oscar moved closer to his comrades and continued to use weapons to defeat the approaching enemies.
"Are you okay?"
"No way"
Oscar glanced at it and saw that Nelson's armor was seriously damaged, especially the abdomen and hip joints. Large pieces of armor were shattered, and blood continued to leak out.
"Pharmacist, Nelson needs assistance."
Soon, the company pharmacist in white armor also rushed over. While dealing with the emergency, he dragged Nelson to the defense line. "Rapid shooting, saturation mode."
At this time, the skitarii and combat robots also increased their firepower to the limit, weaving a gorgeous web of death on the battlefield to destroy Chaos. A large hole was torn open in the concentrated part of the cultists.
Laser cannons carved semi-circular trenches on the broken ground. The swarming rockets exploded into clouds of fire, sweeping across the battlefield and swallowing countless Chaos Cultists. Heavy bolters pierced the crowd. There was a trail of blood, and the heavy ion gun seemed to drip out a large ball of liquid flames, melting anything it touched like a stream of water.
Mixed noises came one after another, the sounds of large explosions and the roars of various voices mixed with the wails of the dead and the hissing of burning flesh.
Farzad's automatic sensing equipment filters out the noise so that the communication channel remains clear.
"Each team reported the situation."
"One person was slightly injured."
"One person was slightly injured."
"No casualties."
Every Space Marine kept aiming at each Chaos Cultist, blasting their bodies one at a time with screaming bullets. Now their formation does not exist at all. By now, the battlefield was filled with swirling, burning fragments of humanity, causing as much panic and hatred as the Chaos Cultists did not retreat, but their offensive became sluggish.
"Destroy them!"
Realizing that the enemy's morale was depleted, Farzad immediately launched a final attack. By this time, they had already rushed out of the defense line for more than 500 meters.
As the Space Marines cut their way through the panicking Chaos Cultists, a handful of the heretics ran away. Others continued to fight blindly. They continued to resist, but the Space Marines had nothing to do with their enemies. Feeling nothing but nausea, it cut them down like reeds in a storm.
Farzad's double axes were like two efficient harvesters, cutting down more than three digits of enemies. They swung them as if they were riding lightning, and chopped off the head of a heretic with every blow.
The Space Marines stride across the burning, blood-stained battlefield, killing whatever remains alive until nothing remains but the dead.
But in fact, the enemies did not collapse, but became more numerous.
They poured through the gaps in the passages from all directions, carrying the stench of blood and crazy noise, like a sheet of blood flowing across the battlefield. Among them were many giants wrapped tightly in human skin cloaks. Looks like some kind of mutant, possibly a mutated Ogryn.
A small number of vehicles also began to follow, and the Space Marines were immediately surrounded by enemies. Farzad realized that they had rushed too far.
"Retreat!"
Under his order, the soldiers of the third company lit their backpacks and immediately jumped into the air in an attempt to return to the defense line.
Suddenly, a dense barrage of bullets swept into the sky, and several soldiers were immediately shot, dragging thick smoke from the sky, and were immediately overwhelmed by the surging enemy group.
“The enemy Chaos Space Marines appear!”
It was only then that Farzad noticed that the mutants were actually Space Marines in disguise. They quickly took off their disguises and held explosive bombs. The guns began to fire with laughter, and the crimson power armor and brass serrated battle ax markings on their bodies highlighted their identities.
Skulltaker Warband!
(End of this chapter)