Chapter 202 194. Liberation of Druun (1)
Smoke is everywhere, ashes are flying with the flames, the earth is shaking, the sky is torn, giants step out of the war machine of steel and fire, death glows, streaking Through the curved sickle blade of Death.
"For the Emperor! For the Wolf Shepherd!!!"
Abaddon shouted the glory of the Wolf Shepherd, leading the battle brothers of the first company to rush to the forefront of the war, where the crowd controlled by psychic energy Like a tidal sea, surging.
But for these war machines, the trouble is never these weak mortals.
The blasphemous psychic light jumped among the sea of people, as if there was an invisible giant hand directing the crowd. The moment Abaddon approached the enemy, an unbearable weight immediately pressed on his shoulders, making He almost fell to his knees.
What followed was an attack from the soul and heart. His vision suddenly blurred, his blood vessels twitched, and a sense of powerlessness gradually crept up his body. The weapon in his hand was about to be found
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Abaddon suddenly raised his hand, bullets whizzed through the crowd, heads exploded, blood splashed everywhere, a hysterical scream sounded from Abaddon's soul, which caused a brief blank space in Abaddon's eyes, and a buzzing sound After that, everything returned to calm, and the battlefield returned to his eyes.
Abaddon blinked hard and saw clearly the alien body in the distance that was shattered by him. The tentacles were weakly hanging down from the human neck, and the mucus was hanging down to the ground.
These psychic aliens hide among the crowds and use their psychic powers to attack them.
Abaddon stabilized his mind and continued to direct his team to carry out cleaning work. Psychic creatures have always been one of the most hated enemies encountered by the Legion, because no one except the think tank knows that these unstable factors can deal with them. What harm do they cause.
But the mood of the soldiers was not low. On the contrary, their mood was quite high, because on such a small battlefield, there were two demigods fighting side by side with them at this moment.
The heroic Wolf Shepherd is with his brother Death. In the absolute gathering point in the middle of the battlefield, they are accurately harvesting lives. Even though the two originals have not given any orders, everyone is paying attention. All the forces seemed to be gathered there, whether it was theirs or the enemy's.
The Primarch is a demigod by nature.
Horus glanced at Mortarion without trace. Those alien cries formed an unbearable resonance in his soul, but the Wolf Shepherd did not show it. Horus was still encouraging him with his own actions. The soldiers fought bravely to kill the enemy.
Horus knew that his existence could provide his warriors with considerable faith support, and a strong faith was the best defense against psychic attacks.
But compared to the roaring Moon Wolf, the Death Guard was particularly silent, just like Mortarion himself.
The Death Guards with dim armor seemed to blend into the background. They silently killed the enemy and silently resisted on the front line. This made the Moon Wolf who fought with the Death Guards unable to feel a sense of "combat together" at all.
The same was true for Mortarion. The original body, surrounded by the Death Guard think tank, held a sickle in one hand and a gun in the other, and steadily advanced step by step. Every flash of the dark lamp was the death of an alien creature.
What surprised Horus was that Mortarion was not as tired and fragile as he seemed. Mortarion looked too much like a seriously ill man, and he had some skills in potions. Research, this led Horus to always think that Mortarion would be a supporting or latent Primarch.
But what he never imagined was that Mortarion was actually a Primarch who was good at frontal combat, especially long-term combat.
Even though Mortarion's every breath screamed like a dying consumptive patient, the death's scythe was steady and smooth, and his forward pace never stopped. Surrounded by the silent Death Guard, the battle line Moving at an undeniable speed, the enemy is inevitably rowing towards disintegration.
If there were no Luna Wolves here, Horus thought, facing the Death Guard, any intelligent enemy might feel fear from the bottom of his heart.
This is a silent army that does not respond to the enemy. They just advance and crush the battle line silently.
But this is only now. On the battlefield without the original body, and on the battlefield with more enemy psychic units, the Death Guard may not be able to hold on for long.
After all, the opponent is a psychic attack, and Mortarion is too confident in his team.
Horus thought in his heart, and at the same time began to plan the tactics if the city's back did not succeed in the assault.
[Keep the queue and move forward. 】
Hades stood on top of the Wandering Ghost Knight, and behind the Hades-type Terminator Armor was the flying bag he made with his own hands. As long as the technology points were enough, the Terminator could also fly.
He held a white gun and aimed at the tentacles in the enemy crowd from a long distance. Those small tentacles were directly placed on the human head, and he looked at the Death Guards with the strange whites of his eyes.
From time to time, bullets were shot towards Hades, with a flurry of fluorescence, and the void shield installed on the knight stopped them for him.
Because of the untouchable nature of the wandering souls, Hades and the Knights are currently at the rear of the battle line. The guns on the wandering souls are firing, providing fire support for the death guards on the front line. Hades and Nyx specialize in long-range After clearing the frontline warriors of psychic creatures, it became much easier and smoother for the Death Guard to deal with those crowds.
Since Hades and Nyx are both untouchable, killing those psychic creatures will not cause any substantial damage to them, so Hades and Wandering Souls killed a large number of them in a short period of time. Alien tentacles.
The Death Guards also tacitly agreed to give them sight so that Hades and the others could better kill the aliens.
The battle line advanced steadily, and soon, a strange light appeared at the edge of everyone's sight.
The flesh and blood was twisting, and a small altar was built from the tentacles and the groaning human body. The waves of the subspace were visible to the naked eye, and the ominous light rippled like ocean waves.
A narrow door with only a crack stood on top of the altar. Small tentacles squeezed out from it and fell onto the naked human being lying under the narrow door. They squirmed and gnawed on the human brain, and the man was obviously Still alive, moaning feebly.
[This is too. This is too much? ! ]
[Emperor! ! ! 】
Nix's wailing sounded from the channel. He who shared the senses with the knight was probably the one who could see it most clearly among everyone present except Hades.
【Kill them. Kill them! ]
[This is why we are here! Kill them!
Ribo's trembling angry voice came from the channel. A scene similar to her previous self aroused her pity and anger, and her roar was mixed with Nick's wailing .
Hades ignored the two of them. He calmly observed the situation, and the distance was almost there.
He opened the frontline communication. It was obvious that the closer to the altar, the more difficult it became for the Death Guards at the front to move.
[Each unit, make a short dash and hold the battle line in place, then open a gap in the southwest for the knights to exit. ]
[Received. 】
Blanca's voice rang out from the channel, and the veterans from the 7th Company skillfully poured firepower at the enemy again, trying to clear obstacles for the knight's charge.
【alright. ]
Hades patted the big guy he was standing on.
[Prepare to charge, just charge directly to the edge of the altar. ]
What responded to him was the sudden roar of the mecha under his feet.
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(end of this chapter)