paranoianovel Chapter 113 If the enemy can go, I can go too
Chapter 113 If the enemy can go, I can go too
The enemy's retreat lasted for a long time, until the remaining imperial psychic energy in Kazanev's body completely dissipated.
Kork's retreat slowly came to a halt, and the psychic master's circle of biological energy once again covered what little was left of his tribe.
Puzzle and doubt appeared on the faces of the greenskins, and such expressions also appeared on the faces of Cancelo and the soldiers.
Orc: Why were we running here just now?
Astartes: The morale of these greenskin bosses didn't collapse even after they died? Is there a bigger guy?
The greenskins seem to have lost their leader. The remaining tall and strong greenskins of the Old Guard are now starting to push each other. For example, when the impatient guy behind pushes the guy in front, the greenskins in front will not hesitate to use their fists. Fight back.
There is no such thing as brothers standing outside the wall to avoid being humiliated. This situation will continue for a long time until they decide a new boss.
It's just a lack of boss.
Scattered and unorganized, the orcs fought on their own, but they still attacked the warriors bravely.
After this battle, a new boss will probably be born.
The Astartes did not want to give them this chance.
The entire battle group is like a tight string. If they cannot kill the enemy in one go this time, the morale of the soldiers will completely collapse.
Everyone was close to the limit, but Yifeng was not.
The leader of the Yifeng Chapter had already had some thoughts when he heard Cancelo say that he could not pull the metal outside. When Kazanev reported that even the emperor's spiritual connection disappeared as soon as he entered this cave world. The great son of the White Scars, leader of the Chapter who had spent years idle beside the Untouchables, could finally stand up.
After getting on my dear new motorcycle, Ina was asked to stay by the blasted hole and watch the large tanks and supply trucks coming and going, acting as a traffic policeman.
Yifeng couldn't wait to get into the hole, moving his body bit by bit, but there was no reaction.
What Cancelo said is true! There is indeed no power from the evil god of warp here.
Yifeng, who had been holding back for many years, immediately got on the assault motorcycle and drove to the front line with the sacred object that had not been used in the battle for a long time.
The green boys who reacted launched a counterattack under the leadership of the remaining big guys, but now their number was no longer enough to pose a serious threat to the Astartes who were supported by a large number of tanks.
The warriors of the Red Torrent marched forward triumphantly and fought against the enemy.
We have entered the enemy's hinterland. The terrain here is open and there are no bunkers, only loose buildings made of wood.
The number of greenskins is no longer that of filling up mountains and seas. There are quite large gaps between them. After Kazanev's attack just now, most of the enemy's big men were eliminated like dumplings.
This is the favorite battlefield of the Sons of White Scars. There is enough space for their motorcycles to pass through and they can forcefully rush into the enemy's formation. As they mount the motorcycles, they are taller and can easily cut the enemy's abdomen.
While the soldiers were fighting the Kork Orcs who suddenly turned around, Yifeng drove an assault motorcycle into the battlefield.
With the sword raised and lowered, the golden sword slashed through the enemy's abdomen, and the subsequent artillery fire drowned all the injured enemies who fell to the ground.
It’s not that we can’t do anything to you, it’s just that you are too tall. If we jump up and chop your heads off, many flaws will be exposed. But don’t blame me for being rude to fallen enemies.
All the soldiers went crazy. They followed the steps of the leader of the Yifeng Chapter with all their strength and chopped down all the enemies around them.
Mainly because Yifeng carried the Battle Flag of Tears on his back, and the mourners frantically chased Yifeng who was carrying the flag. The flag of his own battle group was carried by the next battle group and rushed into the deepest part of the enemy. Who could bear this?
The enemy was divided into one after another, and a large number of vehicles and Astartes passed by them, either cutting off their feet or cutting off their abdomens. The fallen enemies had no chance of standing up again.
The subsequent promethium scrubbing truck burned everything around it and then packed it away.
There are not many soldiers left, and there are only more than a hundred uninjured soldiers in the two battle groups.
These warriors undertook the final cleaning task, but the only three remaining big guys from the previously sole guard had inherited the fragmented Kork Orc tribe, and were now resisting stubbornly.
They were in the shape of a trident and collided fiercely with the steel torrent of the Astartes. The Emperor's Baneblade tank was easily overturned, but the flames emerging from the muzzle turned everything in sight to ashes.
This battle is joined by all warriors with the Closed Battlesuit, which is the foundation of the Chapter.
Those warriors who failed to transform the Astartes and served as political commissars in the mortal army rushed out to assist the Astartes in the battle.
Wearing his own power armor, Volus shouted to liberate the entire galaxy and faced the incoming enemy. A trickle of blood flowed on the ground, which was immediately dried by the high temperature here, leaving a layer of black on the scorched earth. Bad-smelling substances.
In the midst of the fierce battle, Yifeng raised his arms and shouted, "Sir, White Scar, follow me into the battle."
Immediately, more than a dozen motorcycles roared out and went straight to the rear of the enemy's defense line.
The problem is that the Flag of Tears is still erected on this old man. The Sons of Sanguinius are advancing crazily behind Yifeng, burning these blind greenskins to ashes.
The Sons of the White Scars are speeding on their motorcycles, and any greenskin who attempts to intercept them will have their crime tools confiscated.
The enemy's hands were cut off and his abdomen was slashed. Yifeng, who had not moved for a long time, waved the war blade feverishly. The sharp blade combined with the rumbling muscle coils knocked over the enemy beside him.
Promethium fuel erupts from both sides of the motorcycle. This is an ancient modification used by Atris when dealing with the greenskins, and Yifeng still uses this method now.
Deep within the enemy lines, flames began to spread. The blazing fire will devour any enemy it touches.
The enemy rolled on the ground, pressing his burning body into the soil, but the burning intensity became stronger and stronger.
Promethium fuel will burn wherever there is organic matter. It is equipped with an oxidation accelerant and does not require oxygen. The special version can even burn the enemy without air.
The invincible position was so weak that it was almost non-existent. The orcs finally exposed their fatal weakness. When their numbers were scarce, their "shields" were extremely unreliable.
A clear line of fire guided the soldiers who were following up. They saw the orange fire and the battle flag flying on the battlefield in rapid movement.
Yifeng guided the soldiers in the direction they were going.
The unparalleled war talent gifted to their children by Chagatai Khan was finally revealed at this moment. The warriors seized the fleeting fighter opportunity at extremely fast speeds and cut through the flaws exposed by the enemy's negligence. All the enemies were wounded.
Then he was beaten violently by the Weeper who caught up with him.
Yifeng drove the assault motorcycle and accelerated violently, once again out of the range that the Wailers could keep up with.
The light green ion pistol bullet killed the enemy in front, and the accelerator was stepped on directly. The war engine roared, and the assault motorcycle flew into the air with the help of the enemy's corpse, passing a large number of greenskins, and also brought the promethium element to more places. place.
You can no longer defend your invincible stance, so just turn into a roasted mushroom.
The only regret of Yifeng, who was having fun everywhere, was that he couldn't get an anti-gravity motorcycle.
Only now did he realize that the Green Templar Chapter could not be said to be poor. They just spent all their money on "fast vehicles."
It didn't take long for Yifeng to lead the soldiers to completely break through the enemy's line. Now there were twelve motorcycles beside him, each with one to three soldiers on them.
The fighting brothers cover each other. Once someone drops their equipment, soldiers on the side will immediately go to the rescue.
Now you have two choices, turn back and charge back immediately. After a few times, the enemy will definitely collapse.
Based on a simple calculation, there are not many enemies on the front line. The large amount of firepower in front is enough to kill them all, but it will take some time.
Yifeng cast his sights behind the enemy.
The Kork orcs' rear camp is constantly providing reinforcements to the front line. Kork orcs reproduce more slowly than the Ork orcs, but there are still two or three green-skinned guys and guys who got wooden prosthetics from Pain Guy to fight with this guy. Come to a happy place.
This group of enemies met Yifeng's commando head on.
The boys screamed and rushed towards the motorcyclists.
The Astartes also welded the accelerator to death, and the assault front deck of the motorcycle was already stained with blood, but the soldiers did not mind washing the tank again with the enemy's blood.
Rush to the rear.
We don't know what's there, maybe more orcs, maybe a super big orc boss.
So what?
Kou can go, so can I!
The backline camp of the Kork Orcs surrounds the psychic boss. The Necron's powerful confinement device has been running for thousands of years, but there has been no problem and it is still running accurately.
The Technician Boy and the Big Technician were working overtime. Although the defeat came so suddenly and quickly, almost no scavenger boy could carry a large amount of metal back, but the Kork Orc who was reluctantly pulled to Pain Boy's side for treatment , the greenskins removed many metal fragments.
Another metal armor was produced, this time it was more sophisticated and powerful.
So the only other bosses around were killed, and died without any suspense.
Wearing the armor he made himself, the big tech master manfully commanded all the remaining orcs in the camp. A large number of technician boys and scavenger boys were busy coming and going. This big tech master became the leader here. .
Of course, it had just taken over and walked towards Pain Boy. These unreliable greenskins who were responsible for "saving lives and healing the wounded" had provoked it a lot in the past. Every time they wanted to help build prosthetics, they would come to steal it. Now it finally Now that he was invincible, he began to take revenge on these enemies openly.
Nearly twenty Astartes, driving motorcycles, slaughtered the newly born green-skinned boys.
The most efficient one is Yifeng. The enemy is only a little more than four meters away. With his weak invincible position, he is far from the opponent of the Primaris warriors riding motorcycles.
With a casual stroke of the knife, Yifeng only needed to raise the blade slightly to cut off the shoulders and head of a new-born green-skinned boy.
In the eyes of the green-skinned boy, very waaaagh very gorgeous white flying dots flew in front of him, and then he saw the headless body gushing with blood.
The warriors spread out further, and after a while of rushing forward, their eyes were no longer densely packed with green skin. The warriors could finally take a good look at this strange space.
The metal walls and ceilings here glowed dimly, and the brightness was very low, but to the Astartes' enhanced vision it was like daylight.
There were no alarms on the radiation detectors, and it was unclear what these lights were.
The earth was covered with brown soil, a collection of inedible detritus. Greenskins will eat anything and will not let go of any source of energy.
Shifting your gaze to the distance, here is a truly endless plain, with simple tribes of orcs scattered around.
These simple houses made of wood and bones were still the residence of the boss, but now nine out of ten rooms are empty.
The greenskins' only building energy comes from these bones. They extract the calcium from the bones using a method that even Yifeng doesn't understand. I'm afraid this is one of the few metals allowed to enter here.
It can only be used to make some thick shields and big long knives.
In the distance, a tall pillar appeared in the "indoor" plain, glowing with a brighter white light. It's higher, brighter, and looks more waaaaagh, and it looks like it's where the ultimate boss lives.
The destination is very clear.
The soldiers followed the Chapter Leader closely, and their line began to become dense, so dense that it was airtight. They were like sharp spearheads, ready to plunge into the enemy camp.
All the warriors were ready for the Soul Return Throne. They had seen how powerful the only boss was, and thought that the one in front of them would be even more powerful.
Their eyes looked at Yifeng who was opening the way ahead.
The tall figure and the shining golden power sword reminded them of the most magnificent mural on the Chapter's mothership.
The "Picture of the Descendance of God Yifeng" is still fresh in my mind. The oldest and most elite veterans in these battle groups who have followed Yifeng for the longest time have once again chosen to believe in this battle group leader without hesitation.
Just like he leads us to victory after victory.
Yifeng's multi-line thinking now processes various complex information at the same time.
Determine the enemy's base camp based on the enemy's density:
Plan the right route based on your surroundings:
Think about several plans after meeting the enemy:
And...what is Kazanev now, the Emperor's Blesser? It's considered God's choice, so the battle group should listen to me or him.
If I successfully rebel, drive out the empire, and establish a republic, then who am I? Pursuing thieves under orders? Issue an imperial edict to Beijing to quell the rebellion? If you don't listen to the emperor at all, at worst, let Kazanev stay with Ina for a while, and wait until I find a few shields made of the bones of the Sisters of Silence?
The red torrent motorcycle formation soon arrived at the enemy's base camp.
The technical master heard the movement from a distance and summoned all the orcs who could move, probably more than fifty of them, most of whom were technicians and a few were doctors.
Over fifty Greenskins and over twenty Astartes.
Isn't it just one against two?
A fair duel... a hammer, it would be difficult to fight without a motorcycle, not to mention the biggest one is wearing super power armor.
Its size is not as terrifying as the only boss, and it may be a technical master.
Yifeng thought so, he looked around, and finally saw a scene that shocked him in a place on the central column.
A huge greenskin was locked in a cage with messy chains. Yifeng could only see one of its hands. According to the scale, the big boss who was locked up was probably eleven meters tall. .
Psychic energy continues to flicker in a few observation ports, which is why it is brighter here than elsewhere.
A psychic boss captured and restrained by the Necron.
Yifeng immediately understood the reason why the morale of the greenskins here was abnormal. No one could threaten their boss unless they all were killed.
Then kill them all.
This is the court, this is the cave. All the officers and soldiers listen to the order and plow the court to sweep the cave.
The firepower of the assault motorcycle has been exhausted. Yifeng removed the empty promethium flamethrower. The attack motorcycle may still have a small amount of firepower remaining. It can be seen that the soldiers are ready to move.
The orcs were suppressed, and the powerful man held down all the orcs.
The eyes of the two sides met, and through the eyepieces of both sides, the two bosses could see each other's boundless killing intent.
"waaaaaagh!"
It was answered by the engine sound of the violent machine spirit.
The soldiers scattered in all directions, but the enemy was no longer a primitive man who could only throw big rocks. The simple tutu gun spit out tongues of fire, and the large-caliber bullets caused considerable damage to the motorcycle.
The warriors' bolters were essentially depleted of ammo, but the ion guns were still functioning.
Each ion gun shot caused fatal damage to ordinary boys.
It's too late, but it's soon.
Yifeng stood on his motorcycle and rushed into the enemy's formation. He raised his knife and hacked to death a painful boy with half a wooden head.
Standing in front of him, the boy's legs began to shake, trying to withstand the impact of Yifeng's motorcycle with his body. From its eyes, you could see increasingly brighter light green ion balls.
Yifeng once again completed a stunt, flying out of the black-smoking green-skinned corpse on his motorcycle, and landed firmly behind the enemy.
Landing sideways, the high-speed rotating tires brought up a piece of dirt. Then the motorcycle suddenly changed direction and passed by a green-skinned boy who had his back turned to him, picking up a head.
By the way, he pulled up a soldier who was shot to the ground.
The green boy just didn't care, he just wanted to crush the red can that fell to the ground.
The tech boss wearing the orc's power armor roared as he saw his younger brothers being played with, and death accompanying them.
There's also the Astartes being shot down, a big mad doctor excitedly getting on a motorcycle, and then... the motorcycle is crushed.
There are fewer and fewer people standing on the battlefield, and more and more soldiers are carried on motorcycles.
After several rounds of attacks, both sides suffered heavy casualties.
There were only a dozen or so green-skinned boys left, and they were tightly held down by the big guy and surrounded by it. It found that once the boys stepped out, they would be scratched by the motorcycle's fast attacks and precise knife skills. , and then hunted.
Eight motorcycles rotate around the enemy. If the fallen warrior is lucky enough, his teammates can pull him onto the motorcycle before being chopped into pieces.
The skilled master looked at Tutu, who had no bullets in his hand, and threw it aside angrily. There were no fancy things now, only hand-to-hand combat and sword-fighting.
Yifeng handed the ion gun to the soldier behind him, and now he activated the connection device and connected the armor to the motorcycle.
Wherever your mind goes, it follows you like a shadow.
The golden power sword and the light green sacred chain sword were once again held in Yifeng's hands.
The enemy in front of him seemed to feel the strong killing intent, and he also clenched the two-handed long knife in his hand.
Suddenly, weapons like shurikens flew from the side and impacted on the motorcycle. Even Yifeng didn't react, and the enemy smashed the motorcycle into pieces.
An green boy got inspiration from the flying bomb fragments and created a green version of the manual multi-dart attack, commonly known as "throwing darts in the sky".
Yifeng and the soldiers in the back seat fell to the ground in embarrassment. The enemy in front of them seized the opportunity and began to charge.
The big tech masters did not rush to the front. Even if they became big guys, these tech masters were still the most cautious.
The crazy Pain Boy rushed ahead with a surgical machete. It rushed towards Yifeng excitedly, regarding the two red cans as its latest surgical inspiration experiments.
"Kill all the aliens and liberate the galaxy!"
Yifeng quickly stood up, he was also extremely angry.
The three-meter-plus Astartes and the five-meter-plus Pain Boy were about to collide, but Yifeng suddenly leaned over.
The light green loyal ion bullet accurately passed over the head of the Chapter Master, smashing the enemy's skull together with the bone helmet into a black hole burning with flames.
Yifeng stepped on the enemy's corpse and jumped up, heading straight for the big tech master's head.
The enemy raised his sword with both hands and slashed horizontally, trying to cut Yifeng into two pieces.
The strong wind blew by, but Yifeng did not sit still and wait for death. He pressed the chain sword against the enemy's broad sword, then put the shoulder armor against the blade, used the force to lift his legs, and turned over to press on his own sword.
With the help of the enemy's sword, Yifeng rolled sideways in the air and lay on his side on the broad two-handed sword.
Although it looked like Yifeng rolled over lazily in front of the enemy's sword, in fact, the decisive battle on the battlefield only took a split second.
The golden power sword held in the other hand was swung 180 degrees during the "turn over" and struck the enemy's tactical helmet with all its strength.
The toothache sound echoed on the battlefield, and the sacred power sword and the orc power armor collided fiercely, but the enemy's stance helped it stabilize the situation.
After the golden sword barely cut through the enemy's helmet shell, it was difficult to move forward an inch.
The enemy's long sword has been cut aside at this time, and Yifeng Lingkong no longer has any strength.
The big guy smiled crazily, your turn is over, it’s my turn...
At this moment, the warrior holding the sacred ion gun rushed towards the big tech bully crazily and bumped into the enemy.
The ion pistol was overloaded, but he wasn't.
Yifeng regained his focus, stepped on the warrior's shoulder with one foot, and the chain sword in his other hand accelerated suddenly, slashing at the enemy at a faster speed.
There was no surprise this time. The helmet that was originally chopped was completely chopped in half.
The last big guy fell down. The psychic guy was trying his best to maintain his morale, but his demise was a foregone conclusion. Just three minutes later, the main camp was destroyed and Wang Ting was cleared.
The war is fierce, the war is fierce, the farewell is chaotic, the Tao is an eternal war, and all living beings are in trouble.
The scorching wind is strong, Kun Peng leaps, lying down with a long sword, raising his hand, the whole world is still, breaking the plow court.
(What’s funny is that the title of this poem is “Happy Meeting”)