God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard tactical timing: 00.21.49

The Terminator squad slowly walked into a twisted corridor.

At this moment, the darkness under their feet is as static as water, and the sensor also shows that there is no target within 20 meters.

Soshian once doubted whether the rotten metal could bear the weight of more than one Terminator, and waited until he himself stepped onto the other side of the room before waving everyone forward.

Then the Terminators crossed this man-made canyon one by one.

At this time, groups of gene stealers also appeared again.

Soshian walked down the stairs, and his huge silhouette caught everyone's eyes under the violent storm.

With each shot, a clear shadow was cast on the fragmented floor, and then other warriors added their own firepower to kill the five gene stealers who rushed into the room. .

For a while everything seemed to be noisy and chaotic, but with the flames of Harry's heavy breathing, everything came to an abrupt end.

The weird scream announced the death of the gene stealer.

In the sudden silence, only the low noise of the flame, the crackling sound of metal cooling, and the buzzing of vaporized ultra-high temperature blood water escaping from the alien corpse. .

There were no enemies in the next passage. Soshian swiftly moved forward to the end of a T-shaped intersection, while the other squad members filed into the room, crunching the scorched corpses under their feet.

Now it’s closer to the detection robot’s signal. Soshian can see that the robot is in the tunnel network less than ten meters ahead. The signal is still moving irregularly, reflecting between the twisted cabin walls, echo.

"Pay attention to both sides."

There are many vents here, but the roads are narrow, and the squad members can only spread out and find their way into the collapsed corridors like squirrels. , Stairwells, houses and pipes.

The lamps on the armor were shining. They cast their keen eyes on the broken ventilation holes and under the collapsed workbench, searching for any traces of living things.

The Terminator squad approached the target quickly and methodically, and occasionally a gene thief rushed out of the shadows, attracting a burst of violent firepower to interrupt the search briefly.

"Found it."

A warrior sent a message, and Soshian looked at the identification signal of the fighting brother.

This road is not easy, he has to squeeze through the twisted metal with his shoulders.

Finally, Soshian found the squad member in a domed hall in the center of the corridor contaminated by radiation.

The combat robot was held in the palm of the opponent.

Ditrian’s reconnaissance robot is a spider-shaped machine about half a meter long. It is equipped with sensor probes and data antennas. Pitifully swinging in the palm of his hand.

At the end of a curled cable, the gold-plated skull is still swaying from side to side to continue scanning. Red's eyes flicker brightly while processing the data, and the crawler tracks are turning back and forth trying to regain freedom.

This kind of reconnaissance robot can adapt to all kinds of complex terrain, and the movement is very small, the signal and radiation generated are also very weak, and it is not easy to be noticed.

They can master the structure of the hulk so quickly, this investigative robot is indispensable.

Although he doesn't like this mechanical teaching heresy, Soshian must admit that some of the opponent's skills may have reached the level of the sage-or even higher.

Standard tactical timing: 00.23.02

Mark heard the harsh noise of armor falling to the ground and floor tiles cracking.

Blood roared in his ears, and time seemed to slow down for him.

He tried to turn to the left, facing the source of the sound, raised the storm bomb to shoulder height and adjusted to single shot mode.

The warrior holding an assault cannon is one-knee kneels, a gene stealer is lying on his back, the paws on his feet grip the exhaust holes on the terminator armor, two pairs of front Claws held the helmet and tried to unscrew the giant's head.

The front sight in Mark's right eye is jumping beside the gene stealer, because the alien sways vigorously back and forth.

He did not wait for the assisted aiming lock, because he firmly believed that his eyes were more accurate than any measuring instrument.

After taking a deep breath, he pulled the trigger.

"The shot must be hit, and the blessing is for it, because it will bring revenge."

Mark whispered, the rocket propelled bombs roared out of the muzzle, a moment later It pierced the gene stealer's left eye, and detonated the warhead, shredding the monster's head.

The warrior was saved, but another Xenos appeared at the opening of the hole.

Mark fired again.

The bomb penetrated the chest of the monster, exploding a shower of chitin and ribs.

After that, four more gene stealers sprang out of the gap, but they were killed one by one by the projectiles fired by the Mark weapon, each of which was accompanied by a precise prayer chanted by Space Marine.

The warrior, armed with an assault gun, returned to Mark and turned around to defend the entrance he had just passed through.

The number of gene stealers is increasing, and the squad's defense line is constantly being oppressed and shrunk—in fact, they have been forced out of their previous positions and can only establish new defense lines at the exit.

Just by looking outside, you can know what kind of hard fighting they have gone through.

Each warrior’s armor was left with battle wounds-broken armor plates, potholes in plastic steel, and exposed inner cables and pipelines.

Mark's helmet has a horrible crack across the mouth grille, and the right half of his body is covered with metal fragments and newly added weld marks.

Everyone has Xenos pus on their bodies, and a few have blood stains from their own wounds.

The only thing to be thankful for is that there was no death in battle.

But after a long time, it can't be said.

Mark wanted to change the magazine, but found that the left hand joint of the armor was a bit sluggish-apparently the brake was damaged when the gene thief tried to cut his arm.

Among the squad, only Hesendel, who is holding a hot melt, has no battle damage. Obviously no gene thief can escape his superb Spear Art and hot melt close-range huge might.

At this time, Soshian sent a message to Mark.

"Hold on for another five minutes."

Mark confirmed the information and said that he would complete the task.

"Chapter let us hold on for another five minutes."

He said to the squad members like this:

"We won't let him down, right. "

"Of course!"

Seeing that everyone’s morale was high, Mark redeployed the defenses, built temporary shelters with abandoned facilities, and sealed the small ones with hot melt. Vents and exchanged each other to replenish ammunition.

About two minutes later, the roar of storm bombs and the deadly roar of assault guns in the twisted metal room, announcing the arrival of Xenos again.

More and more gene stealers are gushing from the dormant nests deep in the hulk, and the sensors are crowded with target light spots.

Mark squad and Xenos fought fiercely every meter of distance, and the weapon in his hand was harvesting bloody revenge.

The power sword shone like a beacon in the dark man-made caves and narrow passages. The flash of muzzle flames and the red flames marked the path the angels passed.