Chapter 633: Battle of Beasts: Going to Die (Part 1)

A rapid explosion flashed high, and a large piece of metal brackets crashed down in the violent explosion. They hit the ground like falling steel dragons, and a chaotic smoke suddenly rose around them.

The cry of killing echoed in the fog. A green man wearing a red shoulder armor with white and black plaid tattoos held a gun and opened fire violently in all directions. The flickering gunfire penetrated the surrounding smoke, and he roared angrily. The sound was as deafening as the roar of his gun, and the bullet broke through the smoke, creating a splash of sparks all around.

In the surrounding smoke, many figures were intertwined, and they struggled with each other. Among them, the burly green-skinned figures were overwhelmed by a dozen or even dozens of smaller figures.

The cry of killing echoed around, as if the whole world was making a sound. The green-skinned man with red armor fired at the chaos around him. He roared and shattered each figure in the surrounding smoke.

Suddenly a burly shadow rushed over behind him. The greenskin thought it was one of his own at first, but when he turned around he saw an arm covered with black spikes, and there was an iron fist tattooed on the back of his hand.

The arm waved a curved steel rod and hit it from the smoke. The green-skinned face was hit all at once. In an instant, all the protruding fangs were neatly broken. The whole head bounced downward like jelly, and then the whole head They all fell down like a puddle of water bags bound under their skins.

The steel-wielding giant stood over his corpse, a human and an angel, the olive-iron fist symbol on his shoulder speaking silently of his identity.

Another burly green-skinned figure rushed over from the side. He rushed out of the smoke with a broad knife in his hand. Eisenstein Batalov turned around and faced the incoming enemy with a steel bar in his hand, " For the Lord of Dorne and Terra!"

He roared angrily, but before he could make a move, the green-skinned head fell to the ground, and the burly body crashed to the ground like a collapsed building. A figure walked over behind the broken body. He exuded golden light in the fog, and the holy sword in his hand was like a dazzling sight. The sun rises in the hazy darkness.

"Commissar Yarek." Eisenstein bowed to the man, not only to an imperial hero, but also to a living saint, a champion of the Emperor.

Yarick is very different now. His eyes are shining with light, and the unhealed wound in his abdomen no longer flows out of blood. Instead, it is like a door to another world, with holy breaths released from it. , as if he himself had become the container of that power.

He came up with the holy sword and killed the green-skin rushing away with one sword. The green-skin's body fell apart and was split into two halves at the shoulders in the blink of an eye.

Eisenstein looked at him, and then there was a mess around the stock exchange. The steel collapsed everywhere, killing all the green skinned overseers, and some Astra Militarum were also buried underneath.

"What to do now?" "Our numbers are still enough." "Enough for what?" "Be loyal to the Emperor."

Eisenstein looked at Jarek, who walked up to the high ground where metal supports were piled up. He stood there holding a holy sword, while the human slaves on the surrounding steel ruins looked at him.

Eisenstein also stood aside, holding a steel frame behind Jarek, standing like a Guardsman holding a spear behind the emperor.

"I give you an order, I order you to die, die for the Emperor." Yarick said slowly, looking around at everyone below, "You will not leave alive, but die like a coward, Still like a hero, when you die, you can go to the emperor and tell him with your head held high that I died generously in your name."

Eisenstein clenched the steel bar in his hand. He held it with both hands and held his head high. In the golden light, he looked like the angel behind the angel in the Revelation scroll, holding a sharp spear. At this moment, it was as if he had really transformed into an angel. His wings spread out in the light behind him, his eyes were determined, and he made a decision silently.

And everyone below also made a decision like him. Those pairs of eyes knew their decision without words. Yarick looked around their eyes and raised his head, "You have made a decision."

"But we still need weapons. The emperor's currency will die generously for him, but it will not be meaningless." "Sir." A man stepped forward and stood at Yarick's feet with his head held high, "Your name and rank. "Sergeant Kirkcross, Engineer Sergeant 1st Class, Destroyer of the Emperor's Command."

He said loudly, standing in front of Jarek and Eisenstein, if there was an artist present, he would definitely draw it and name it "Believers and Angels, Responding to the Call of the God Emperor"

"Continue, sergeant, do you know where the weapons are? Weapons that are readily available." "Yes, sir, when I was welding equipment for these ugly aliens, I found an Imperial Navy piece of equipment that they had brought before they had been dismantled and disassembled. The battleship carries an arsenal of weapons, enough to arm everyone. "Very well. The Emperor must have brought it here for this purpose." "As the Emperor wishes."

As soon as they finished speaking, there was an arc of explosion and an ear-splitting roar. It was the sound of thousands of torpedoes hitting the shield, the hiss of light spears sliding through the vacuum, and the sound of hundreds of torpedoes hitting the shield. Thousands of macrocannons roared and roared in the Emperor's name.

Yarick looked around at the people at his feet and glanced at the eyes, "The fate has been decided. The sergeant will lead the way. Let us go to die."

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They set off, the alarm lights flickered in the dark corridor, and the crooked lighting lights built by the greenskins were looming, as if they had lost their life force.

The huge explosion made everything around them trance, as if covered with a layer of mist, but the whistling bullets brightened the surrounding space, and the flashing gunfire kept flashing in the corridor. The greenskins roared and fired at the end of the corridor.

Bullets rained down, shining brightly between the metal brackets and broken equipment in the corridor, and the light illuminated the broken bodies lying on the ground, but soon, another pair of footsteps rushed over.

Pairs of boots rushed through the bloody corridor. They were unarmed mortals. They had no weapons, only courage and loyalty to the Emperor, which was enough to resist thousands of troops.

The greenskins fired at them, and the bullets whizzed in and blew up several bodies in the narrow corridor. They fell to the ground and became another part of the bloody ground.

But this could not stop the Emperor's loyal servants from advancing, and the Sons of Man from advancing. The Astra Militarum roared and rushed forward, in the dark corridor, under the flickering lights, towards the muzzle of death.

There were still a dozen people when they set out, and their number dropped sharply to less than ten in just ten seconds, but the last few rushed forward, and they threw themselves on the greenskin, "For the Emperor! For Armageddon! For Holy Terra!"

The leading Astra Militarum roared and pulled the detonator on his waist. The detonator that was originally used to blow up metal exploded at the same time. Several people pulled the safety and died with the greenskin. Their roars swept over with the waves of fire from the explosion. I believe that the Immortal Lord sitting on the throne of Terra also heard their shouts.

But sadness does not belong to them. The Emperor's currency will die for him. In the flames, more Astra Militarum rushed out. They held weapons made of steel sticks, metal iron sheets, and steel bars, and rushed out of the corridor door at the end of the flames without hesitation, rushing towards the hall outside.

When they arrived at the gate, a fierce artillery fire came in. The greenskins in the wide hall raised their guns and fired fiercely. The rain of bullets hit the corridor door and splashed a spark. Flesh and blood broke in it, and dazzling flames exploded between the door frames.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and the light appeared in the smoke at the door. The light broke out of the fog. It was a shield composed of holy light that protected the loyalists behind it. Yarick stood at the front of the team with a lightsaber in his hand. He quickly waved the lightsaber in his hand, and the air wave light blade chopped several greenskins.

Their artillery fire stopped briefly, and at this moment, the Astra Militarum entered in a line. They rushed forward with a roar, pounced on the greenskins and crushed them. Many were killed by the burly orcs, but more people took over, one after another, using their weapons to hit like raindrops, beating those orcs who were much stronger than humans to death.

The remaining fart spirits threw away their tools and turned around and ran away. They jumped from the towering shelves and ran under the magnificent belly of the battleship. Eisenstein looked up at the magnificent battleship in front of him. It was bound by countless mechanical arms and chains and hung in this huge hall.

Those chains were tied to it, like the roots of the world tree that trapped the dragon Hognid in the legend. In the legend, when the dragon bit off the roots and broke free from the shackles, it was the end of the Asgard Protoss. Today, it will also bring a dusk here, but that dusk will be illuminated by the golden sun of the Emperor.

Suddenly, a burst of artillery fire came over, and in the blink of an eye, the greenskin lying on the ground and the humans who were swinging weapons at him were blown to death, and their flesh and blood flew in the rising flames.

Real flames also sprayed over, like a fire dragon shooting from under the battleship, igniting the bodies of many people. They screamed and rolled on the ground. Eisenstein looked forward suddenly, and a heavy green machine came in from behind the door on the other side. It was in the shape of a tin can, and its face was shaped like their war god.

The artillery fire on both sides of its arms roared, and the flamethrower sprayed flames under its arms. The flames swept across the hall and brought more screams. On both sides of the green machine, the orcs rushed in and ruthlessly slaughtered the unarmed human sons at the scene.

"Hide! Take cover!" Eisenstein pulled a Celestial Army soldier over and took him to hide behind the many chains and equipment at the foot of the warship. The bullets hit them and made a harsh buzzing sound. The fire flickered in front of his eyes, illuminating the dim night sky.

Yarik held the holy sword in the middle of the hall and summoned the shield to cover the Celestial Army soldiers around him. The survivors took cover and fell behind the bunker before the fire swept over.

The greenskins continued to fire. They roared and suppressed the Emperor's warriors with fierce artillery fire. Eisenstein looked out, looking at the flashing muzzle and the flames blooming on the surface of the shield. "We must destroy that machine." "My lord, we can do it."

Sergeant Cokros squatted beside Eisenstein, and there were several navy soldiers behind him. Their blue uniforms were already full of blood, holes and burn marks, but there was no fear in their eyes.

"Go on, Sergeant." Eisenstein responded, and bent down in the explosion above his head. Sergeant Cokros and his comrades also leaned down. He approached Eisenstein and pointed at the battleship above, "We can activate it and use its automatic cannon to destroy the greenskins!"

"This trip may not be a return trip." "We know." Eisenstein looked at the people in front of him and fell silent. After a moment, he nodded and pressed Sergeant Kokros's shoulder. The big hand on the shoulder of a mortal seemed out of place, but now there was no sense of disobedience. "Go, we will cover you. May the Emperor bless you." "May he bless you too, sir."

After that, Sergeant Kokros rushed out. He and his naval comrades rushed to the direction of the battleship. The greenskins found them and quickly threw fire. The fierce artillery fire hit them. Three of the six people were blown into pieces in the blink of an eye, but the rest did not stop.

The navy soldiers rushed to the bottom of the iron chain that bound the battleship. They climbed up the iron chain and crawled towards the opening of the belly of the battleship. The greenskins would naturally not allow them to pass so easily. The fierce artillery fire immediately opened, and the bullets hit the iron chain and burst into large sparks. The flamethrower of the green war machine also whistled.

The raging fire swept the chains, and the scorching heat made the surface of the chains like the steaming plate of an oven. Their arms were burned so deep that the bones were visible, but they still climbed up. Sergeant Kokros grabbed the chains with his incomplete fingers and climbed up desperately.

The flamethrower raised the angle and aimed at them, and at the moment of firing, Eisenstein rushed up. He rushed into the greenskins and swung the steel bars to kill everyone. Two greenskins were killed instantly, and the rest immediately shifted their attention. The flamethrower lowered the muzzle, which allowed them to pass through.

Sergeant Kokros and two comrades climbed into the battleship. When they arrived, they were severely burned all over their bodies. The skin fell off and only red tumors were left, but they did not stop to breathe, because the Emperor's mission was not yet completed.

With their familiarity with the warships of the same level in the Imperial Navy, the three of them quickly passed through the intricate structural layers of the warship, and after passing through the corridors and maze-like corridors, they arrived at the stairs at the end of the central ventilation avenue. From here, they would reach the bridge of the warship, and the magnificent Gate of the End stood on it.

Sergeant Kokros nodded to the two men and prepared to go up, but at this moment a roar interrupted them. One of them just turned his head and was swallowed by a bloody mouth. The huge mouth bit and tore his upper body apart.

A giant Squig fell from the sky, it jumped down from the high beam, and its huge brown-red body swung in front of the last two people. After swallowing one of them with its fangs, it roared at Sergeant Kokros and the other man. It pounced on them, and the two immediately fell to the sides.

Sergeant Kokros rolled to his feet, and then saw more Squiggs rushing from the roads on both sides of the heat dissipation rift. Their fangs flashed in the darkness, and their blood-red eyes fluttered hungrily.

"Go start the bridge! I'll stop them!" the naval soldier yelled, and he rushed forward before he finished speaking. Sergeant Kokros looked at his back and stood up, "Goodbye, brother."

After saying that, Sergeant Kokros turned and left. He quickly rushed up the stairs in front of the bridge gate. The naval soldier behind him rushed towards the Squiggs. He jumped up and jumped towards the Squiggs that surged up like waves. He opened his clothes and pulled out dozens of detonators from his waist.

"Long live the Emperor!"

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Sergeant Kokros rushed into the gate from the stairs, and rushed quickly along the corridor to the stairs leading up. He looked back and looked at the huge explosion outside the door. He lowered his head and mourned for a short time, and then his eyes widened, because another Squig appeared at the door.

It was covered with burns from the explosion, and rushed in step by step. There was no other Squig behind it, and it was particularly angry. The monster rushed up and rushed to Sergeant Kokros at the speed of a blink of an eye. He immediately ran up, but his arm was still bitten by it.

The thing tore off Sergeant Kokros's entire arm. He roared and reluctantly tore off the last few muscle connections on his arm. He rushed up the stairs in severe pain. The Squig behind him also caught up. Its huge body was squeezed in the corridor, and it looked like a wall with a huge mouth rushing towards him.

Sergeant Kokros rushed into the bridge door at the end, closed the door and locked it. Skug hit the door violently from the outside, and the door body began to deform little by little under the heavy impact. He knew that he didn't have much time, not just this door.

Sergeant Kokros rushed to the front of the terminal. The blood from his broken arm kept pouring out and dyed the operation interface red. He operated the interface in front of him with one arm, which was slower than when he used both hands. He was also racing against time. The door behind him was being knocked open, and his aorta was losing blood at a terrifying rate.

But the situation on the terminal was not optimistic. Many systems had been locked. The warship rejected him. Sergeant Kokros kept switching operations on the screen with blurred eyes, listening to the continuous banging of the door behind him.

"Emperor, give me the last bit of time, the last bit." He sat down and used his one arm to endure the severe pain to pull open the door under the terminal, pulled out a bunch of cables from it, bit some of them with his teeth, and then began to manually adjust the system lines with his hands.

His spirit was becoming weaker and weaker, the world was blurry, and blood had dyed half of his body red, with the blood in the aorta almost drained out.

The door behind him was also knocked open at this moment, and Squig roared and squeezed in, its bloody mouth roaring and swinging around, and its sharp teeth howled as it rushed towards Sergeant Kokros.

He climbed up and climbed onto the operating interface with his last bit of strength. He pressed the confirmation button on the unlocked interface, and the Sky Eagle spread its wings on it, as if saying goodbye.

Sergeant Kokros smiled, he sat down on the operating platform, raised his head and looked at the bloody mouth biting towards him, closed his eyes, "Emperor."

In that call, the battleship's system flickered, and the dim skull eye sockets at the muzzle lit up, and the light was like a tear.