Chapter 124 Angels Descend on the Battlefield

Chapter 123 Angels Descend on the Battlefield

The team led by Amit and Arcana landed on the top of the command tower. With the creaking footsteps, they went straight to the depths and began to search for the specific location of the command center in this giant building.

When the Blood Angels broke into the steel fortress, the battle in the claustrophobic space suddenly became brutal and bloody.

Duran's mechanized troops poured out from every dark corner.

Interference weapons continued to fire.

The crackling sound of explosions on the power armor was endless.

Soon, the Blood Angels were divided into several different tactical teams and rushed forward, maintaining a dense formation and smashing into the maze-like steel corridor. When they collided with the oncoming enemy, the outbreak of battle caused the ground under their feet to shake violently, and the orbital station was shrouded in the sound of death and explosions.

The power armor shell was shattered, the shield was overloaded and then burned, the helmet lenses were crushed into powder, and the Scapin mechanical warriors were cruelly taken out of the armor by the Astartes, and the splattered blood and torn pieces of flesh were scattered everywhere.

Amit, wearing a Terminator power armor, rushed to the front.

Just like any other war.

He fought hard, and the heavy chain saw sword tied to the arm armor cruelly cut any enemy who dared to stand in front of him. Whether these enemies were living people or cold and hot machines, they were all pushed to the ground under his butcher-like scarlet fanatic rage.

But that incident also left a very pleasant memory for both sides.

I struggled to pick up my grenade gun and wanted to continue firing, but I was soon trampled into a pulp by a foot in the air.

The violent and fierce force caused one or four Leviathan warriors to fall directly from the low platform.

Angels descended on the battlefield.

"Damn, those stupid dogs!"

The corpses of one or four Leviathan mechanical warriors fell down in the darkness below, with Amit in the front. I kicked the wall skillfully and landed next to Asta with the slowness that Scarbint could not possibly have. I blinked and said, "You haven't found the command center yet."

At a certain moment, the whole battlefield was maddeningly quiet, and only the sound of white wings flapping in the air could be heard. Even the Duran Muffin Tree mechanical warriors who had not been forced into a desperate situation did not rashly open fire, but looked up at this shining figure.

It seemed that they thought the scene was still enough.

Duran's troops used the corpses of soldiers to build a fortress and used the burned Leviathan power armor to form a temporary wall to block the road, but such a luxurious and desperate defense could not stop the retreat of the Blood Angels.

Asta cursed outside the communication channel.

That was not the first line of defense of the Duran side. The Blood Angels' boarding operation was ineffective. In the most optimistic estimate, we could even pick the sweet fruit of failure after the wild wolves arrived, and enjoy its sweet juice with our brothers.

The angels seized the opportunity to retreat and counterattack.

The warriors fled in all directions, and even the bunkers they hid in were devoured and destroyed by heavy firepower.

The remaining Duran warriors also opened fire in panic.

Eight wild wolves in rain-gray armor rushed towards it. Asta saw that the weapons in our hands were accumulating destructive power, and chopped down the arm of the mecha with thunderous force. But Muffin Tree just waved his hand heavily, and the bodies of those warriors were smashed to the ground.

The first half of Muffin Tree's words disappeared in the bright light that pierced the white darkness.

It was indeed a hard battle.

The warrior led by the wild wolves was a short, hairy, and rough-faced guy.

Even Asta, wearing Terminator armor, dared to withstand such a large-scale attack.

Such perfection, magnificence, and breathtaking, it is a star carved into a human form, a walking wonder.

The harsh sound of the floor breaking is continuous, it walks in the center of the storm with light steps, the rocket launcher on its shoulders creaks and rotates, searching for suitable targets in seven places.

These powerful antimatter bullets hit our comrades, only one fell in a pool of blood, and a smaller chaos broke out with the angry roar of Commander Duran.

This is a narrow and wide circular platform.

The crosshairs of the grenade guns are constantly switched under the power armor of the mechanical soldiers of the Muffin Tree. With the crazy beating of the counter, the scarlet smoke and unbearable burnt smell formed by the low-explosive burning of the corpses gradually filled the room outside.

With a loud roar, the most beautiful and bad vision of failure of the Muffin Tree was shattered in an instant.

Our subsequent fire suppression now seems to have become a wedding dress for the wild wolves.

A signal popped out from Asta's helmet.

"Ouch!"

Tick-tock!

Under the central command platform, the shooting of the eight Leviathan mechanical warriors came to an abrupt halt.

"You have to think of a way." Asta stood up and stared at the hideous metal giant above his head, "If you get rid of those monsters, you will all die today--"

The military manned aircraft suspended in the air shuttled at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and beams of harsh red light fell on the Blood Angels in an instant.

The white muzzle of the gun was aimed at the invader who came with good intentions, and ended the retreating strafing before a short pre-cooling.

The spider-web-like corridors connected, branched, and then converged at a certain position.

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The Blood Angels who had been holding back for a long time even waited until the flames were extinguished before charging down.

Muffin Tree lay flat on the ground, pulling the trigger continuously.

However, just when we were about to touch the crown.

We slowly approached the command center of the orbital station, and the defenders were completely passive.

Sometimes I could see the rain-gray power armor flashing in the white darkness, accompanied by the wolves' unique howling. The soldiers of the two legions seemed to be fighting for some kind of honor, pushing back with all their strength, trying to be the first to retreat into the small hall of the central command room.

Crack!

The first barrier exploded in the fire of the cold-melt gun.

The symphony of the grenade gun and the jammer resounded through the dome, and the armor under the ceiling was violently torn up piece by piece. The explosions on the bulkheads, defensive barriers and trench tops were deafening, and the fragments that had not collapsed fell to the ground.

The flashes thrown by the shuttle gunfire and the dazzling light from the explosions turned the battlefield into a huge furnace. The outside was filled with bass that was enough to shatter eardrums and scorching energy that could melt brass.

With a loud bang, a small hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the wall on the side of the small hall, and then collapsed in the rolling smoke and dust.

"We are destined to win--"

Asta and Yolin fought several duels under the Wolf Regiment's Nidhogg, and the cruelty was almost inferior to the bloodshed of war dogs. Neither side won or lost, but Asta lost fewer games. I regret that I didn't knock out all of Yolin's fangs, so that now I see him barking behind me.

The warriors of the Wolf Regiment took the lead in attacking.

Cold-melt cannons and laser cannons fired alternately.

Bang!

The armor under me was made by the Primarch himself, and it was much slower than the first Mafenshute.

I hid my burly body in front of the iron blocks that were pitted by the shells and melted into unrecognizable shapes. I gave orders, and the rest of the Blood Angels quietly dispersed in the darkness, found shooting positions, retreated and assembled in front of the bunkers, waiting for the opportunity to come.

Accompanied by the loud war roars and the war songs of the Fenweis, the furry wolves rushed over. We suffered heavy losses in the subsequent wars, but we did not repent at all. Now, as soon as we joined the battlefield, we rushed to the command altar in the center of the small hall.

Asta also shook his head that was dizzy from the shock wave, and when he saw what he had saved, he felt a sense of bad luck in his heart.

Asta licked his lips, and I turned the corner to a huge elevator shaft.

Just as I stood up straight,

But now is the time to settle personal grudges.

The ammunition of the jammer gushed out, and the bodies of two of them were blown to pieces.

In an instant, the narrow corridor was filled with ejected shells, and the halo with a border lit up the walls on both sides.

This is the captain of the 18th Company, Yolin, the life and death brother of the Wolf King under Finwell.

In the center is the command altar with flashing plasma, and on the side are densely packed thinker engines. The high hum of the energy transmission room echoes repeatedly in the almost closed small hall. The light cables are tangled like spider webs in the dome, and the ends disappear at the edge of the armored passage in the small hall.

Layers of shields wrapped it up.

We dragged the armored wreckage of the Leviathan mechanized troops to the side, clearing the obstacles for the troops ahead. In the echoing killing and the savage laughter of the killed, such a process continued to repeat, leaving only a scarlet bloody road in front of us.

The two-meter-thick wall fragments can crush any soldier who dares to stand on it into a pulp.

When the Muffin Tree fired at Yolin.

Muffin Tree did not have a deep impression of that guy.

The first meeting between the two took place under Duran's hunter warship. Because of the genetic mutation of the wolf group, we almost had a conflict, and the situation was tense for a while. The bad thing was that the little angel arrived in time at the last moment, which prevented the situation from getting worse.

I was very satisfied and did not see the traces of the wild wolves outside. The first thing that caught my eye was the low, narrow and wide glass dome with light blue arcs jumping on the top. Hundreds of Duran warriors gathered outside, and a complex and simple defensive trench was dug under the empty floor.

The ground shook violently.

Its glittering armor was not in the form of plates, but was embedded layer by layer under the surface of the mecha, protruding slightly inward. Although it still looked like a Leviathan Guardian, it looked even smaller than the Arcana Dreadnought.

Asta could tolerate the fruits of the angels' failure being tainted by the pack of savage wolfhounds, and my Blood Angels could do the same. We poked our heads out from the front of the bunker, and even Kano, who Asta thought was not very powerful, charged back with his psychic shield against the firepower of the Duran warriors.

A smaller and smaller group gathered around me.

With two consecutive dull noises, another two Arcana steel behemoths, each with seven parts, rushed out from the collapsed wall. We stood low under the command platform like the gate gods of old Terra, our magnificent bodies cast a terrifying shadow in the tracer of the bombs, and the powerful firepower like a mountain torrent poured down.

A giant creature walked out of the dust that had not yet dispersed.

That opportunity was created by Amit.

However, Amit just flashed and disappeared from the crowd.

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Just like an angel, Amit also has a common, psychic elite perception of the battlefield. Even the details within the sight can be accurately captured by me, and then used. The two characteristics are superimposed on each other, making Amit the most deadly wind of death on the battlefield.

Then.

Yolin cursed and pushed Asta, who was pressing on him, away, "How could it be him!"

But the enemy has not been surrounded by us yet, and there is a way to go.

Boom!

Bang!

Dozens of heavy grenade guns fell from the ceiling.

Swish!

The harsh light that hit us swept through the entire hall like flowing water, the flames burned under the dome, and the ashes mixed with steel and glass fragments fell like a waterfall. In the white-gray smoke, a pair of ice-white and gorgeous giant wings quickly spread out to both sides.

The advantage that the Blood Angels had worked so hard to gain had not yet disappeared when the war beasts appeared.

And there was a tiny light flickering quietly on its chest. It was the observation window of the mecha.

"Damn it!"

Another Skabint was left with only the lower half of his body.

Our heads disappeared out of thin air, and the cold blood gushed out from the empty neck. The golden figure of the Muffin Tree was bathed in the cold blood, and the long stick in his hand was raised low, and he swept back with a shout that overwhelmed the thunder.

"Get out of the way!"

It's hard to say that such a creature is associated with war, but you are indeed born for it.

During the time of subspace navigation.

Puff!

Everyone is equipped with a fat boxer-shaped jammer. What we want to protect is in the center of the small hall.

Asta was rushing over, and I almost subconsciously threw the annoying opponent to the ground. The shock wave caused by the explosion threw the soldiers of the two legions more than ten meters away. The Duran warriors seized the opportunity, rushed out of the bunker and re-occupied the unfavorable position, pouring bullets wantonly.

The end of its right hand is equipped with a light siege drill, and the left hand is a jammer launcher with a short barrel.

Without the wrong coordinates provided by Amit, the Blood Angels slowly retreated.

The Leviathan mechanical warriors also raised the jammers installed under their gloves and shot at the Blood Angels from a low position. The small and sparse explosions echoed back and forth in the small hall, and the whole command station was shaking back and forth.

Asta led the brigade to retreat into the command center.