paranoianovel Chapter 149 The enemy has no race, he will be killed if he violates the situation
Chapter 149 The enemy has no race, he will be killed if he violates the situation
The big think tank set off a few minutes late and asked Anos to install some special equipment for him.
On the ground battlefield, the appearance of the Red Torrent Chapter changed the battlefield situation, from a two-party battle to a massacre by one party.
The Black Shield Warriors smashed into the Genestealer army without hesitation. They would be responsible for dealing with these guys who thought about calling the Tyranid Hive Fleet to help themselves every day.
At first, Leon felt that it was a bit too much to have more than 800 Astartes go to war with two forces at the same time, but when he saw the true heritage of the Crimson Torrent Chapter, he instantly felt that it seemed a bit conservative.
This firepower is enough to sweep across the entire galaxy.
As a "quasi-company commander", if he wants to stabilize his position in the regiment, he must show his value in the torrent of steel.
The ultimate limit of Astartes tactics.
With the help of the Storm Crow gunboat and Land Speeder provided by Yifeng and the others, the Black Shield warriors feigned an attack outside the nest city. With considerable momentum, they covered a small team and sneaked into the enemy's gathering place.
As we all know, the enemy's clan leader either likes to stay in the top nest and look up at the sky, pretending to be a boss, or he likes to stay in the bottom nest and sleep soundly.
Determine the location and perform decapitation.
After flying arrogantly close to the ground and leaving behind a few small explosive gifts, the Black Shield warriors withdrew to their outer positions and waited for news from the scouts.
"Leon, are we really going to be loyal to this war group?"
"I think it's pretty good. This war group has everything I imagined a war group should be like, and... I can't say allegiance, Brother Iron Mask, we are a member." The man known as Iron Mask The Astartes, for unknown reasons, had his entire face mechanized. After that, he gave up his name and asked others to call him Brother Iron Mask.
"Are you ready to be a dog-legger so soon? We are untrusted warriors. We will always be in the inspection period until we die on the battlefield."
"Iron Mask, they don't believe us, just like you don't believe them, there is always one party who has to break the ice first."
"Breaking the ice? Look at how they sent out aircraft, artillery, tanks, and vehicles. What about us? We borrowed a few speed attack boats. Is that a big favor? They don't regard us as brothers."
"Iron Mask, you must prove your loyalty. They are expressing to us that as long as we get their approval, our future dispatches will also be equipped with luxurious equipment such as aircraft, artillery and tanks."
"Oh, that's great. This cake is so hard. It's hard for me to bite into it."
Just when the Iron Masked Brothers were acting strangely, Yifeng arrived on the "Supply Transport No. 1" steel train.
Kuangchi Kuangchi Kuangchi~~
woo~~~
Yifeng jumped off the train with a big stride and came to Lyon in a hurry. He came here for no other reason than to give the Red Torrent Chapter a traditional gift.
In the past, each of the Black Shield warriors came with one set of Terminator armor, but that is no longer the case. With about 200 people, we only have less than 100 sets of Terminator armor left.
too difficult.
They didn't realize at all that this was the combined wealth of the three old regiments and more than a thousand Chaos enemies. It would take a lot of effort for a normal battle group or even the original battle group to come up with this.
"Ah, brother Lyon, I was so angry just now that I forgot to give you equipment. Since you have joined our battle group, you must wear our good equipment. Here are seventy-five sets of unyielding terminators. , there are also five sets of iron cavalry terminators, you can use them first.
Well, don't be so embarrassed. I know there are more than a hundred people, but our war group really can't produce that many Terminators. You can make do with them first. The other brothers have enough power swords, chain saws, and swords. Let's start with That's fine, we'll make adjustments after the war.
Just say what you want, we have everything from heaven to earth, and we also have termite-class earth drilling vehicles. If you want to use it, just say it. The main thing is to reduce casualties. "
A dozen carriages were left in place.
Kuangchi Kuangchi Kuangchi......
"Brother Iron Mask, that's where we were just talking." Looking at the back of the Flying Train leaving, Leon finally came to his senses.
"I want to be quiet." Black Shield was shocked for a hundred years.
"Okay, you go to Jingjing first, and I'll try on clothes."
"Wait a minute, give me a set. No one can take it from me. I want the cavalry type."
I, Red Torrent, have always convinced people with my virtue.
Not long after, news came from the nest that the enemy should be at the bottom of the nest, and the special team was trying to close the void shield.
This Black Shield team is not from Lyon. They are experts in dealing with aliens who came back from the Death Watch.
Once the enemy's location is determined, it will be easier to handle.
The front is stormed by the Terminators who have just changed into new clothes, led by the Iron Mask Brothers.
The Lyon brothers led a commando team to raid the enemy patriarch in a termite-class earth-boring vehicle.
Darkness is the unchanging background of the Underhive. The humblest people in the hive city live in the worst place, gangs are rampant, and the weak prey on the strong.
All this changed quietly after the patriarch came.
As the founder of a family of gene stealers, the patriarch hid himself deep in the cave at the bottom. This was the construction site where the hive city was constantly digging downwards. Even if the work stopped, no one would care.
As the family prospered, it became larger and larger, and its strong body and powerful spiritual power made it gradually more conceited.
With my power, the great cause of ascension is just around the corner.
The annoying greenskins are here. It was originally a simple invasion, just kill them all and that's it. However, a few little mice found an opportunity.
"Pooh."
The clan leader spit out a few hairs and continued to eat the inquisitor in his hand.
I asked you to send a message, and now you have to deal with a group of Space Marines. Judging from the news sent by the observation team, it is quite ominous.
What's more, our defense facilities in the sky have been damaged by both the Greenskin fleet and it is impossible to deal with the large number of Astartes warships.
Four battle barges, three strike cruisers, who are you kidding me? Did they come with the full strength of the original chapter?
The more the clan leader chewed, the more irritable it became, and it became hard and unpalatable.
Um? What's going on? Is orbital bombardment so powerful? Is everything shaking here?
Damn it, my anus!
The patriarch made a quick jump and climbed to the ceiling.
A huge metal drill rotated out of the ground and stopped just where the patriarch was sitting.
"Your Majesty, where is the enemy?"
Leon was the first to jump out of the chariot. He looked around but didn't find anything. He was surrounded by black stone walls, which were engraved with images of angels descending from the sky to bless all living beings. It was probably the imagination of the gene stealer's ascension. There was a line on the ground. Another ring-shaped carving with five holes in the middle and blood.
Wait, blood.
A drop of blood dripped from the sky. Leon reacted quickly and dodged the enemy's attack.
The clan leader descended from the sky and roared angrily towards the sky, calling out to his clansmen.
Before the other soldiers got out of the car, they heard something hit the roof of the car, so they all showed off their newly acquired tools and rushed out of the termite underground vehicle.
Leon also yelled: "It's a good opportunity, it's just one, kill it."
Lifting the chain sword, it was a slash. Leon subconsciously swung the blade to the sky, colliding with the enemy's sharp claws.
The patriarch made a deft somersault and jumped over Leon's head. His bald forehead still couldn't figure out what this thing was. Does the empire have such a thing?
Oversized drill bits and excavator equipment, with two nozzles on the front... not good!
The termite burrower suddenly opened fire, opening a path and spraying hot melt, burning one of the patriarch's arms to ashes.
The patriarch turned around and left without any hesitation. The children were next door, coming over.
"Stop it and fire!"
A soldier took out a shoulder-resistant missile from a termite underground vehicle and fired it towards the clan leader in desperation.
The dark missile jumped out with a wisp of black smoke. It was dodged by the clan leader without any surprise, and then hit the wall.
"Boom~"
A big hole was punched in the wall, revealing the pureblood chicken thieves running behind them.
Soon enough, Leon ran towards the clan leader alone. Seeing that the enemy was about to run back into the army, he threw his power sword out in desperation.
The patriarch's violent spiritual energy surged out and stopped Leon's throwing sword. At this point, this kind of attack could not hurt it.
Other soldiers came out of the underground drilling vehicles and shot at the clan leader.
The explosive bomb was also stopped in the air. The clan leader smiled slightly and felt that he was scared just now. Why should I run? Isn't this my home?
Then a large number of explosive bombs washed its face.
Ordinary explosive bombs are stopped, but psychic explosive bombs don't tolerate you and go away in a hurry.
Fortunately, a large number of heirs had arrived at this time, and the pure-blooded chicken thieves showed their sharp claws and rushed towards Lyon.
"Brother Leon, follow on." Another power sword came from behind. Leon used the war blade without hesitation and slashed forward, cutting a chicken thief in half.
The black shield warriors opened up their firepower and suppressed the chicken thieves at the entrance of the cave for a while, preventing them from rushing in.
"Fifteen seconds, Leon."
Leon held the war blade and ran towards the injured clan leader again. He must kill the enemy within fifteen seconds.
The huge patriarch let out a furious roar. The side of its face was injured, which was extremely painful and triggered its ferocity. It stopped running away and rushed towards Leon.
It jumped high, its long claws were sharper than a power sword, and it aimed a jumping slash at Leon.
Leon roared and faced the enemy. The sound of gold and iron interlacing was deafening. A huge force came from the war blade. Leon's jaw was in severe pain and he almost lost his grip on the war blade.
The patriarch concentrated his spiritual energy, making Leon almost unable to move. Then it raised its right paw and went straight to Leon's heart.
Leon relied on his many years of experience in dealing with psychic powers in the subspace to force himself out of the frozen state. He could not make too many movements and could only turn around with difficulty.
The dark green cloak was torn apart by the claws of the chicken thief clan leader, but other than that, it didn't touch anything else.
The leader glanced at the cloak in confusion.
While the enemy was distracted, Leon, who had already got under the enemy's crotch, stabbed upward.
Heartbreaking pain came from below the patriarch, and the long tail was neatly chopped off. The heartbreaking pain made the patriarch unable to control himself, and an uncontrollable psychic roar spread in waves.
A sharp sound of long and sharp claws scratching the glass appeared in everyone's mind, which made people's hearts tighten.
Especially Leon, who was closest to it, simply "felt the same" pain as the patriarch.
Phantom limb pain.
The patriarch's five arms were waving wildly, and the sharp claws scratched the power armor, leaving deep scratches on it. Leon was knocked away, and blood spurted out from his chest.
The enemy destroyed the lines of the power armor and the hemostatic agent was not released immediately. Leon almost fainted due to his severe injuries.
The pure-blood chicken thieves took this opportunity to rush into the crypt and surrounded their clan leader.
"Covering fire!"
Leon shouted towards the back, waking up some of the warriors.
The soldier who had run out of ammunition rushed towards the enemy with his war blade, while the soldier who barely had half a magazine left leaned on the termite ground drill and took aim unsteadily.
"Out of ammunition! Withdraw!"
Some soldiers believed that their operation had failed and it was time to retreat and plan for the long term. But they didn't realize that their communication channel was still open.
Leon heard these words and cursed angrily in the soldier's helmet, "Come on, the enemy is seriously injured and can't run away. Hit him with the car!"
The soldier driving the termite drill knew that now was the time to make a decision. With a sudden change of heart, he no longer responded to the retreat of his comrades. Instead, he turned on the drill and rushed towards the clan leader.
The high-speed rotating drill bit was like the smile of death, running invincibly towards the clan leader.
The patriarch screamed in fear and crawled desperately towards his offspring, even using his spiritual energy to close the distance between himself and his offspring.
Finally, a chicken thief caught it, and the patriarch held on to his child as if grasping a life-saving straw.
"Well done, pure child, take me away, quickly!"
The chicken thief crawled against the wall with a unique dexterity and moved quickly towards the entrance of the cave.
Just when all the enemy's attention was focused on the rumbling termite drill, a warrior seized the opportunity and threw the power sword in his hand. At the same time, the termite-class drill turned on its searchlight.
A strong flash of light blurred the enemy's vision, and then the power sword was accurately inserted into the chest of the chicken thief who had captured the clan leader.
"No!"
The clan leader watched helplessly as the ridiculously large drill bit moved closer to his body, and then his flesh and blood deformed and his internal organs were crushed.
When the clan leader became a mural on the wall, the genestealers stopped and looked at each other in confusion.
A few seconds later, a larger chicken thief roared towards the sky, and the enemy quickly restored order and continued to attack the Astartes.
The new leader of the chicken thieves shouted "sadly" to his brothers and sisters, "Avenge your father and kill all the intruders!" while secretly rejoicing, "After seventy years, the prince finally sat on the throne. "
It doesn't matter if you lose some power, just spend some time to conquer it.
A steady stream of chicken thieves poured out of the hole. They were all pure-blood chicken thieves with power armor as crisp as paper.
"Quickly, cover the termite car and retreat!"
But it was too late. A large number of chicken thieves rushed to the termite underground car. Their sharp claws easily tore the protective door apart and rushed in.
"Brother Lyon, what should we do?"
"Follow the tunnel you came from and run. I'll stop them."
"Woo~~~"
Just as Lyon was about to die heroically, a familiar whistle came to the ears of the soldiers.
Kuangchi Kuangchi Kuangchi~~~
Who just said there was no ammunition?
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The auburn rocky ground is now a patch of green, and the Sanguinius Icon Mecha with its big wings flapping its wings and the steel torrent of the Red Torrent Chapter finally meet.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
For a moment, the flames engulfed everything in sight. The blue-white dawn armor and the bright red armor collided together, and the two sides strangled together in the most arrogant manner.
We don't have any opinion on how the other greenskins die, but you guys in armor, come here and fight!
The battle group used firepower to block the waves of orcs several kilometers in front and behind, and the green mountains and green seas they were proud of were easily pushed back. In any case, War Lord Wostan could not figure out why the enemy would mobilize. Use this kind of firepower to attack your own ordinary troops.
Isn't this a fool? Don't fight the canned army, just let it go, and the unarmored green-skinned ones will howl and get blasted.
It doesn't matter, I won't feel bad if I die tens of thousands of people.
It hurts, it hurts so much. Bone Daya was blown up and rolled all over the ground.
As a green boy, it was lucky to be within the scope of the "Octat Circle", but unfortunately, it seemed like it was just an ordinary boy.
All around were the Ogryn Auxiliary Army imitated by the big guys and the "Oktat" that the rich boys became.
Bone Daya was the one with the lowest status, so he walked in the front.
Although this is Waaagh, this is very happy, but am I too pretentious?
Hey, the armored vehicles in front of me stopped.
What? There was such a big group of red cans, looking at my prowess with the tutu gun, they were like, wow, wow, wow.
Just when Bone Daya was about to shoot, the big guy behind it grabbed it and threw it back.
Based on the chapter's experience of facing the greenskins many times, the warriors issued a universal duel signal for the greenskins, pointing their fingers at the enemy's "Oktat".
Kazanev held his war blade upside down and stood quietly at the front of all armored armies. In front of him were a large number of orcs who also stopped.
The two sides were clearly divided, and only endless murderous intent was rising.
Octate stood up. It was a kid when it pierced the armor, but now it has grown into a big man. Its flesh and blood was trapped in the armor, and it had completely shattered, and then merged with the armor. .
Every Octat is insane. They are like the Astartes veterans in Dauntless, feeling endless pain all the time and possessing endless war power.
How can this not make them crazy?
Octat held up the broad machete and ran wildly, dragging it with him.
"For the Emperor, Sanguinius above, Waaaaagh."
Kazanev's contemptuous smile flashed away, and even those who knew him best could not tell whether his expression had changed. The emperor-appointed rebuilder of the Sixteenth Legion gently raised his chainsword and laid it across his chest.
Oktat ran like crazy, approaching quickly with one step and one jump. When he was only a few steps away from Kazanev, he suddenly took three quick steps normally, and then planted his front feet firmly on the ground, dragging his long legs behind him. The knife was turned over the shoulder by the arm and went straight to Kazanev's head.
Kazanev also moved at this time. His movements were without warning, and he stepped forward suddenly to the left. His whole body was like a bolt of lightning, attacking directly to the side of the enemy.
The fanatical machine soul of the ink-colored chain sword is always ready to drink the enemy's blood. With a flick of the wrist, the chain saw cuts into the enemy's waist and abdomen.
With just a blink of an eye, Octat found that the enemy in front of him had disappeared, and then he felt severe pain in his waist and abdomen.
kidney! No, I'm going to die!
A large amount of mushroom soup was scattered on the ground. Kazanev's movements were completed in one go. After reaching the side of the enemy, he immediately stood firm and used the momentum of inertia to perform another roundhouse slash.
Octate felt a chill behind him, and the psychic energy in his heart suddenly sounded the alarm.
It made a decision in an instant, followed its machete, and fell to the ground together.
The dark chain sword slashed across the unopened power backpack on the enemy's back, cutting off several large decorative teeth and the bloody pure-blooded chicken thief's head.
Kazanev's eyes became even colder, and he threw a beautiful sword flower, ending the attack in this round.
The two sides were separated at the first touch, and Octat rolled far away on the ground, leaving a patch of mushroom soup before he stood up tremblingly.
"As good as Sanguinius... Bah, Waaaaaaagh!"
Kazanev also moved. He held the sword in one hand and charged quickly towards the enemy.
Boring, weakling.
With a punch on the enemy's face, Kazanev knocked the enemy off balance, and then raised his head high with a sword.
If you follow the greenskin's fighting style, it may be a little more difficult. If you follow ours, it will only make you laugh harder.
Kazanev swung three sword flowers in a row to dry the "bloodstains" on the chain sword, raised the sword, and pointed it at an Octat.
At this time, Warlord Wostan discovered the situation here under the Emperor's Icon Mecha in the distance.
Don't you want to challenge me? I'm the boss, okay!
So, we saw that the mechanical arm of the Emperor's Icon Mecha took off the "holy halo" above its head, and then lassoed the Dreadnought Mecha where Wostan was sitting, aiming at the place, and heading towards the duel The field was thrown.
The Predator Titan fighting them did not expect that the enemy would suddenly launch such a "trebuchet" behavior, and missed the opportunity to attack.
In the duel, the "Ogryns" were extremely angry at the provocation of the red can in front of them. They roared and urged Octat, otherwise they would rush forward and kill him.
Just as another Octat pulled out his big hammer, a black shadow fell from the sky.
A fearless crashed steadily into the middle of the duel field.
"Waaaaaagh!!!"
It brandished its power claws, now called the Three Fingers of Death, and shouted defiance at Kazaniv.
Kazanev was not afraid in the face of danger, and threw a beautiful sword flower, ready to meet the enemy. At this moment, a loud roar floated in the sky.
"WAAAAAAAGH!"
The mysterious and erratic think tank Moro Reis parachuted into the duel arena, carrying two huge loudspeakers on his shoulders, and shouted again at Wostan in front of him:
"WAAAAAGH!!!"