Chapter 130 Tonight, the Lion of Caliban Joins the Hunt

Chapter 129 Tonight, the lion of Caliban joins the hunt

Amid the roaring sound, the ground also started to burn like a prairie fire, and the metal cannons armed on the fortresses kept firing at the storm birds and airdrop pods swooping down from the sky. Those Durans were fighting for their lives, because behind them was their homeland where their ancestors had lived for generations, and they had already had no way to retreat in this war.

Although every time they fired and exposed their positions, they would be devastated by the space fleet.

But there were still countless warriors who fought back desperately.

Storm birds were constantly torn apart by the scorching lasers, lost their balance in the sky, and were submerged in the pillar-like macro-cannon beams. The metal vehicles, along with the pilots and soldiers inside, melted in the gray metal cloud in an instant.

Even the airdrop pods with overlapping heavy ceramic steel armor could not be completely spared.

After repeated aiming and fire strikes, the airdrop chamber was heated to a terrible temperature. The fierce hurricane was like a wood-planing roller, tearing this powerful metal lump apart bit by bit, leaving a bright red mark in the sky until it turned into nothingness.

But the firepower of the Astartes was unstoppable.

Finally.

After more than ten minutes of tug-of-war and fierce exchange of fire, the first airdrop chamber successfully landed on the surface of the planet Duran.

Boom--

The bridgehead was established very slowly.

Very slowly, the road Leon passed was full of surging and whistling cold waves, rising slowly in the enemy's line like a low wall burning the world.

Every step I took back could cross a distance of dozens or hundreds of meters.

I am the icy and merciful god of death, walking out of the shadow of the forest, wreaking havoc on the dusty battlefield, and in front of me, missiles fell like meteors, dragging the red light that illuminated the world, rolling up the sky with flames, and melting corpses dancing in the air.

Closer, in the shadow of the low city wall.

The size of the troops followed by the angel Sanguinius and the primarch of the Seventh Legion, Chao Che, seemed much smaller, and a small part of the anti-aircraft firepower of the entire Duran world was attracted by Ryan's main force. We rode the Storm Bird and easily broke through the blockade of the planetary defense forces.

But we still advanced step by step, resisting the fierce attacks of the angels of death. Even under the leadership of the commander, the Duran warriors were able to seize the fleeting opportunities on the battlefield and organize one or two counterattacks that were not threatening to the position, leaving a scarlet and charred corpse.

There were only ten fully armed psychic think tanks of the Seventh Legion following me.

Because the god of war had not yet arrived, the lion of Caliban ended hunting my prey.

You did not walk out of the Storm Bird, but fell directly from the sky.

The angel turned and leaped, rushing into the battlefield.

Put the helmet on your head. You often wear a helmet on the battlefield, but the situation now is slightly different. The smell around is too pungent, and the full battlefield perception module under the helmet can help you quickly identify bad targets.

From the most basic Predator tanks and Land Raider tanks to the Leman Russ super-heavy tanks and Typhon siege tanks that can be called battlefield killers. These metal monsters stepped into the battlefield through heavy transport planes amid the creaking and wailing of the rocks on the ground. Every time the white hole muzzle fired, it was inevitable that a piece of the battlefield was melted into glass-like scorched earth.

The little angel took a deep breath, and the expression on his face became serious.

Because those things have long been engraved in my knight's heart, I just stared indifferently at the fortresses being conquered, thousands of enemies fell on blood and flames, and these Templars in dark green armor passed through the battlefield, letting the embers raised in the wind brush against our helmets.

Sizzle!

Bolt guns and plasma cannons intertwined into a net, roaring and gushing towards the enemy behind them. Even the most elite Asta mechanical warriors were not much different from Leviathan. Our actions were slow, and facing Leviathan in close combat was like straw facing a farmer's sickle, with no resistance.

The first to appear on the battlefield was the little angel.

Compared with the huge battle line of Leon that stretched for dozens of miles.

"If it is true, it must be a volcano with destructive power." Azkael said loudly, jumped out of the open cabin of the Storm Bird, and landed on the ground with a heavy posture. The light green dust rippled a circle of non-toxic smoke on my feet.

The little angel said.

In my mobilization, the dark white angels ended their positions and pressed back, and the original body of the dark white angels himself fought in the most peaceful rear line of the war.

The war fell into anxiety again and retreated into the most tragic white cold state.

The enemy's shrill and joyful howling had no effect on Leon.

Tsk!

But such a scene would not last too long, and the balance would slowly move towards the empire.

Swish!

A layer of destructive power burned under the lion's sword, and that power was manifested in dark green flames. Any surface of an object torn by it would burn with a terrible flame that could not be extinguished.

Compared with the wailing caused by my retreat, the terror it caused in the enemy's heart did not increase or decrease.

The war on the city wall gradually began, and all those who resisted were sentenced to death without mercy.

Buzz!

With a little firmness, the little angel also reached out to shake hands.

I just walked back quickly or quickly, calculating the various factors of the war, and obtaining the smallest result at the highest cost.

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It was the Scapine steel behemoth that Little Angel had encountered on the battlefield. We had weak firepower, and were covered with layers of overlapping heavy-duty protection. Even compared to the fearsome mecha, our size was not inferior.

Although the number of Blood Angels descending on the battlefield is small, they are definitely the elite among the elite, and each of them has the weak strength to defeat multiple Levitantes alone.

In the blink of an eye, I had not reached the final line of the battlefield. Without any hesitation, I jumped up and stabbed the enemy's heart with sharp precision with the long sword in my hand.

Under Leon's command, the soldiers of the First Legion were retreating steadily. Riding on the roaring wind, their pure white snow-like cloaks were flying in front of their backs. As the soldiers in heavy armor moved, the city walls The flames burning below also rushed straight down into the sky.

Both sides have shown their trump cards, and both sides are willing to take a step forward.

The blazing light, enough to burn out the retina, tore through the sky, billowing white smoke, as if the whole world was wailing with joy at my feet.

"Looks like you're about to have a little battle."

Seventh, there are countless good things that have been destroyed, or there are signs of doomsday that are about to destroy the world.

Thousands of Dark Angels—from a genetic point of view, none of those cold-blooded superhuman warriors can be considered my sons.

A hazy glow shrouded the little angel's low and majestic body like a Valkyrie, and even the poisonous mist that shrouded the entire power generation area slightly dispersed towards both sides. The smell in the air was as pungent as before, even with a bit of coolness.

The base at its lower end was deeply embedded in the rock, and the huge force tore apart spiderweb-like cracks in the earth, shaking the extremely large fortress up the mountain in the gray sky in the distance.

A huge furnace that was less than a hundred meters high rose from the ground, like a mountain made of metal.

Leon stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the mountains behind me. Angels gathered around me in the dark. The rain of bullets sprayed from the muzzle turned into the despair of suppressed fire, sweeping back overwhelmingly.

The tense and freehand appearance is like participating in a cruel war, but on the contrary, it is like playing on a familiar planet.

And what is more deadly than the terrifying and cruel flames is the spreading fear and despair.

The smile on Chao Che's face changed. Although I have the ability to predict things like an angel, I had no idea what was happening behind my eyes: "Although psychic power is safe, it can be really bad at certain times." use."

I need to roar like a wolf king to convey orders and boost morale.

Even the weakest of these fearsome mechas have finally appeared on the battlefield.

Leon always remained calm and calm.

"You were lucky. You were not attacked during the landing." Azkelon looked at the little angel and said.

"It was a matter of time."

As the subspace power emerged from under Chaoche, the light blue mist swept across from all directions like a sea tide, and a pattern of four hexagrams and two rituals appeared on Chaoche's feet, turning rapidly.

That was not done intentionally to defend against possible invasion, but simply because the pollution caused by heavy industrialization was not effectively controlled.

At the very end of the war.

The sound of the metal fruit falling to the ground was like the beginning of the world.

The smaller and ferocious walking mecha hurriedly walked out amidst the sound of footsteps shaking the small ground, and stepped into the back line of the battlefield.

The hatch opened with a roar of servos, and the Angels and Wolves broke free from the shock mounts that restrained us.

The elite of the two legions quickly retreated, led by the Primarch.

In the swirling cold steam.

"In this case, you should set off as soon as possible."

Dull footsteps came one after another from in front of Azkelon.

These precious elders hold their heads high and march on the last line of the battlefield. We are surrounded by an oily energy shield, and any attack can cause ineffective damage to us. However, the giant lightning claws and plasma cannons in the hands of the Youwei Mecha shine brightly on the battlefield, bringing with them devastating lethality.

These heavy weapons have no way of locking the lion's figure.

One is the remarkable achievement of the Dark Angels who have gone through hundreds of battles without a single defeat.

And when the war retreats to its calmest moment.

A group of heavily armed members of the Asta Mechanization Brigade appeared at the corner of the factory. When we saw the angel of death suddenly appearing behind our eyes, we had expressions of horror on our faces. We opened our small mouths, trying to convey a message, but after opening our mouths, our helmets melted, and the low-temperature metal blocked our mouths and noses.

Before the relatively dangerous login platform was gone, the empire's heavy armed forces also joined the war one after another.

Any soldier on both sides may lose his life in the sparse artillery fire, but Leon is definitely not among them.

These are members of the Holy Blood Guard such as Alatron and Haladir, not elite veterans like Arcana and Garnet.

In the sky, the storm was still gathering and swirling.

Sanguinius spoke fiercely, and you looked into the darkness, "How is he? Is he ready?"

The lion gallops across the battlefield, invincible. No one can resist that primitive and savage power.

The red blade in my hand cut a huge and magnificent arc, harvesting the lives of more than ten soldiers in an instant.

Accompanied by the sharp and piercing alarms and the red lights piercing the white night, the entire factory area came alive.

War is tragic.

Behind me is one of the fortresses that I vowed to take. Looking up, the low wall stands in the white darkness, and the various artillery pieces below have not been stacked up yet, and the smoke is thick. The white and red dragon flag of the tyrant Ruan Jiang is still fluttering in the wind, and the red lasers never stop like raindrops.

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We are diving towards the battlefield, pointing directly to the center of the war. I raised the long sword in my hand, and the metal sword body trembled slightly, like lightning falling from the sky, flowing through it, rippling a layer of icy ripples.

The flag bearer also raised the flag of the First Legion. It was dark green and depicted a huge silver sword with wings flying low. The symbol had two opposite and mutually integrated meanings.

"That's for sure."

The night sky now looked like a mottled oil painting, with all kinds of dizzying colors painted on it. Flares and laser beams ignited alternately, and the light of war was shrouded in the deep night sky.

But it was still a step too late.

The scarlet storm bird landed on the heavy power plant under the planet Duran. The temperature outside was very low, and the air was filled with a foul and non-toxic corrosive smell.

There was an obvious error between what I saw and the spatial dimension where I really existed.

The most destructive force in the entire empire officially joined the war.

"You will disappoint you, father."

Once no one falls on the battlefield, there will be no warriors to fill our gaps in an instant. Duran's Scapin infantry fighting machine and the fearful veterans fired at each other, and the intertwined laser nets covered the battlefield.

Chao Che's slightly smiling voice came, and my short and burly body stepped out of the surging poisonous fog step by step.

And these heavy weapons are completely capable of causing any harm to the lion king.

I will have no mercy on the enemy like an angel, and I will be excited about killing and revenge like the wolf king.

"Anytime is fine."

I am a magnificent force, a huge god that can pry the direction of the entire battlefield.

Countless Asta battle teams appeared from every street corner visible to the naked eye, and in front of us we could see the huge and ferocious Scapin infantry fighting machine like a monster, and the steel-cast ground was shaking slightly because of the operation of those war machines.

I whispered softly, it was a ritual as ancient as the little expedition, "You will fail, and a new world will be presented to you."

The Leviathan veterans cleared the enemies behind them with lightning speed, occupied the low ground, and suppressed the retreat of the surrounding Asta mechanical warriors from a low position.

The figures of the Leviathans on the battlefield all became blurred, and disappeared in a sharp beep.

The Asta mechanical infantry had not suffered tragic casualties even in the first wave of offensive.

——

But for some reason, the silence lingered around me.

As he said, Chao Che took a step back and stretched out his right hand to the little angel.