The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"How could this be..."

Although the militia on the position fought valiantly, trying to slow the Tyranid advance, most quickly became mutilated corpses. The original bunkers and machine gun nests were trampled into mud, and when the barbed warhammer slammed down, human bodies burst open like rotten fruit.

Further away, several Carnifexes were rushing towards the gap. Once they entered, the entire defense line would probably be declared broken, because the Carnifexes' bio-cannons could directly attack the heavy firepower points behind the line.

Blood flowed on the ground, blood mist sprayed into the air, and the morale of the militia would soon collapse, turning them into hunted animals, in a state of panic and unable to think, with only the instinct to survive.

Hayes felt his blood turn to ice as he watched all this.

"Damn it!"

Angrily throwing down the data-slate, he pushed Little Feton towards the machine gun.

"You hold this position, I'll take some men over there!"

"Yes, sir!"

Little Feton immediately put down the ammunition box to reload, and less than ten seconds later, the machine gun roared again.

"Preece! Grab your melta and some men, and come with me now!"

Hayes hung the chainsword on his waist, called out the heavy weapons team in the company, and then ran, shouting into the communicator.

"Battlegroup HQ, Battlegroup HQ! This is Sector X19! Emergency situation, emergency situation, red alert, require air support and medium-range artillery support! Best to send in two heavy combat walkers or heavy armed servitors!"

"Roger, reinforcements are being arranged."

When Hayes led his men to the chaotic militia regiment position, the Exocrine was roaring with the fury of the Hive Mind, its bi鞭甩动 like a heavy hammer. A makeshift armored vehicle had already been overturned by it, turning into a pile of twisted junk. The morale of the militia had collapsed, many throwing away their weapons and trying to flee the position, while Warriors and Hormagaunts raged everywhere.

"Hold the line! Reinforcements are coming! For your families and land! Hold this position!"

Hayes shouted immediately, but his voice could not stop the urge to retreat. When a man who looked like a junior officer, even wearing breastplate armor and holding a knight's sword, ran past him, Hayes had no choice. He was not a harsh man, but there was no room for mercy on the battlefield.

With a bang, half of the fleeing officer's head was blown off, and the corpse fell to the ground.

"No retreat! No retreat!"

Hayes pointed his gun at them, roaring loudly, his cheeks twitching.

Then another shot killed another deserter. The militiamen looked blankly at the real soldier in closed armor. Although they could not recover immediately, the trend of collapse stopped.

At the same time, shells whistled through the sky. These smart shells fired from heavy mortars accurately landed towards the gap in the wall, and then the violent explosions tore apart a large number of Warriors and Hormagaunts. At the same time, the artillery fire began to extend, setting off waves of explosions around the Carnifexes, causing these behemoths to roll and shake continuously.

"Take out that Exocrine!"

Upon receiving the order, the heavy weapons team focused their fusion beams. The firepower of twelve meltas shone on the rampaging Exocrine, instantly melting one of the beast's legs and half of its buttocks. This was also the result of Hayes' repeated training after summarizing his experience. Although the power of Ryza's man-portable melta was enormous and its range had been somewhat enhanced, the distance was still very short, and its power was not enough to kill a monster of the Exocrine's level in one shot. Therefore, if the attack failed, it was very easy to provoke the opponent's counterattack. In this case, priority should be given to focusing fire on the legs and lower body, first disabling its mobility, and then attacking the head and other vital areas, so that the enemy's super-heavy units can be eliminated with as little loss as possible—most bipedal creatures have such weaknesses.

The wounded Exocrine indeed tried to counterattack at the first moment, but its upper body originally had extremely thick carapace, and its balance was very fragile. With one leg gone, it fell directly to the ground, letting out an angry and desperate roar.

Node reaction, the surrounding Tyranid creatures immediately reacted and rushed towards the melta team, but the disadvantage of the melta was that the firing interval was relatively long.

"Soldiers! Show your courage!"

Hayes immediately encouraged the surrounding militia loudly.

"Hold back these beasts!"

Roaring, he did not hide behind, but shot with his pistol while activating the chainsword, taking the lead in rushing towards the swarming Tyranids.

Seeing him like this, the shaken militiamen suddenly mustered up their courage again. At the same time, their commander, who had disappeared for a while, also emerged. This middle-aged man in a Vatish uniform borrowed from somewhere, threw off his hat and picked up the old machine gun.

"With Commander Hayes here, what's there to be afraid of! If you're a man, charge!"

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the people beside him.

"Raise our regimental flag!"

"Yes, sir!"

The servant, who was also a bodyguard, picked up the flag that had fallen on the ground. This black flag had a symbol of a lightning bolt and a warhammer crossed on it, representing the identity of the Westeros Guard, although this logo was designed less than a week ago.

With the flag restored, the militiamen seemed to have found their backbone again, gripping their simple submachine guns, rifles, and even broadswords and spears, roaring to embolden themselves, and then turned to kill the swarm.

The sound of gunfire, roars, screams, and the explosions of grenades intertwined. For creatures like Hormagaunts, an adult armed man could barely cope, but facing Warriors, ordinary people were almost unable to resist, and could only delay with their lives.

The Warriors slaughtered wantonly in the crowd, waving their barbed claws. Their carapaces were already splattered with blood and body fluids, and their shapes and colors could only be imagined by madmen. Some Warriors' claws were still strung with hideous or desperate heads.

"Gather together! Form a formation!"

Hayes saw this chaotic scene and immediately roared, and slashed the chainsword into the head of a Hormagaunt that jumped over, then pulled the buzzing weapon from the split skull, and then grabbed the officer closest to him, placing the sword in front of the other party's eyes:

"Palru! You idiot! I told you, keep the soldiers in formation! You damn coward!"

The militia regiment commander nodded pale-faced, and after Hayes let go, he moved back to the flag in a rolling and crawling manner.

"Everyone, don't panic! Remember the training! Form a battle circle!"

However, the militiamen who were caught in the melee could not be effectively commanded, and the situation was still deteriorating. The morale that had been somewhat restored began to waver again after experiencing a burst of death.

At this time, the melta team was ready, and fired for the second time, directly wiping the Exocrine's head from its neck. This struggling behemoth finally stopped moving, and then they began to use firepower to eliminate the Warriors.