Chapter 70 Boarding the Moon to Fight!

Chapter 69 Boarding the Moon! (Please subscribe first, please vote for the monthly ticket!)

Although it was already night, the golden armor on the newcomer still shone like the sun.

He was Vulkan's other father, the Emperor of Mankind.

He was pale.

His body was translucent.

Vulkan could see the death fire on the distant volcano through him.

But even if it was just a projection, the majesty emanating from the Lord of Mankind was equally strong. Whenever Vulkan looked at the Emperor, he always felt humbled and inspired in front of this great being.

"My child, it's time."

The Emperor's projection was taller than Vulkan, and the light was shining.

It illuminated the entire town.

His voice drowned out the thunder of the distant volcano and echoed clearly in Vulkan's ears:

"Look at the situation in the Talas star field now, my child." The Emperor said, "Look at the world of Atum, which is under threat."

"Please ask where I can find what?"

"Your sister, your other half of the descendants. They are fighting against the orcs who are raging in the Anteros system, and now they need your help."

"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" Vulkan's face was full of confusion.

"Because you were not ready at that time, you had not mastered the power you should have mastered." The Emperor warned his descendants, "But now, it's time to leave Nocturne. Now go to Atum, meet your sister, and save your descendants."

"I will win this victory for you!" Vulkan promised.

"You will return triumphantly with your legion and your sister." The figure of the Emperor disappeared into the night.

——

"This group of orcs is coming, brothers, be alert!"

The voice of the second captain Nomien of the 18th Legion sounded in the high-priority communication channel. This cousin's voice is very unique, and he is full of vitality no matter how harsh the environment is.

He seems to never be defeated by the difficulties in front of him, and never feel tired.

But Kano has begun to feel tired.

The war on the planet Atum has lasted for dozens of days and nights. The greenskins are like hail, constantly falling from the battle moon to the volcanic ridges bordering the southern plains. As soon as they landed, they rushed forward mindlessly, like a green tide that never retreats.

Are their numbers really endless?

When will this war end? Will he die on this barbaric planet?

Kano raised his head.

At the moment when the volcanic cloud was torn apart by artillery fire, above the pale yellow sulfur cloud line, a huge and bright moon hung in the dark night sky.

That was not the real moon, but the orcs' giant warship.

Against the backdrop of the dark red volcanic magma, the battle moon that almost occupied half of the sky actually had a unique beauty.

Under the hazy light of the battle moon.

Countless orc warships flew from afar like a buzzing swarm of flies.

Kano hurriedly retracted his divergent thoughts, marked the location of the orcs with the full battlefield perception system, and then passed it to the technical sergeant in the fortress.

The towering walls of the Dragon Blood Fortress had been dyed dark green by the blood of the orcs, and many mottled marks appeared on the thick gun barrels.

Boom!

The heavy laser cannon fired fiercely.

The horn of war was blown again after a short interval. Kano, led by the captain of the fifth company, Amit, shot at the orcs. Groups of bullets fell from the sky with brilliant tracers, harvesting the lives of the orcs like the scythe wielded by the god of death.

But their number is endless-

The orcs used the remains of their companions to flatten the trenches flowing with lava.

Waving their crudely made live ammunition weapons or rusty melee weapons, they charged towards the Dragon Blood Fortress.

The two sides entered a close combat mode. They fought each other on the collapsed mountain. The rolling lava gushed out from the cracks of the mountain with the vibration of the volcano.

Kano first raised his hand and threw a black thunderbolt, turning the orcs into ashes.

In the fierce war.

Kano's use of his psychic power became more and more perfect.

The power of the psychic lightning in the center is the most destructive. Even the fully armed Space Marines will be severely injured and their activities will be restricted for a certain period of time.

And the lightning can also spread outward in a chain, causing damage to groups of enemies.

Even the attenuated thunderbolt cannot kill the orcs with brutal physique instantly.

But the destructive power contained in it is still enough to make the orcs' muscles spasm and fall into a state of paralysis where they cannot move.

A large group of greenskins twitched on the spot.

Kano didn't even need to use a grenade gun to finish off the orcs, as they were torn to pieces alive by his impatient comrades behind him.

"It's so barbaric." Kano swallowed his saliva and felt dizzy.

After becoming a Space Marine.

Kano's psychic power has increased significantly, and this growth is still continuing.

However, the continuous overuse still makes Kano feel an irresistible fatigue. Fatigue means that the reaction speed begins to decrease, and the perception of the surrounding battlefield becomes less sensitive. In such a tragic war, a little mistake is enough to lead to fatal consequences.

WAAAGH! ! !

With a deafening roar, a huge beast suddenly jumped over the lava and rushed towards Kano.

The beast held an axe in his hand. Although the blade of the axe had become rusty, its size was still enough to break the limbs of ordinary people as easily as branches.

The orc hit Kano's head with a battle axe. Kano only felt his head buzzing and the world in front of his eyes was spinning. He didn't even feel too much pain at the first time.

Fortunately, he was wearing a helmet.

Although Kano had been thrown seven or eight meters away, his body parts were finally intact.

The orc boss was furious when he saw this scene.

Its terrifying figure was much taller than the fully armed Terminator Astartes. It was wearing simple metal plate armor, and its muscles like old tree roots were exposed in the red light of the burning flames.

He roared and ran towards Kano like a mountain of meat, vowing to take his life.

But a scarlet figure blocked the orc boss.

It was Amit, who——

He dodged the orc's powerful blow and slashed across the orc's trembling chest with a whirlwind slash.

The buzzing chainsaw sword tore through the orc's rusty armor, leaving a deep scar on the monster's body, and a large amount of scarlet blood spurted out.

He licked his lips and swallowed the orc's smelly blood like nectar.

Some memories surged up from his throat.

The huge battle axe slashed towards his face with a sound of tearing cloth, and Amit raised his head to avoid it.

He was not wearing a helmet, and the feeling of the wind passing through his throat made him ecstatic. In return, he stabbed the chainsaw sword with his backhand, accurately hitting the orc's lower jaw.

The orc's iron teeth collided with the sharp blade of the chainsaw sword, and sparks gushed out along with blood plasma, splashing Amit's face.

Sticky and warm blood!

Amit didn't care that his handsome face was stained with scarlet.

Boom!

The violent explosion came from the volcanic eruption.

The golden red magma whizzed past at a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour, and the mountain under his feet shook violently.

But this had no effect on Amit, he just regarded it as a tribute to himself. As the orc boss fell sideways, Amit attacked again.

Swish!

This time he took away the orc's eyes.

The dying beast fell into darkness, and his anger made him hysterical.

Amit nimbly dodged every swing of the orc's blade and quietly went behind him.

The chainsaw sword spit out a sharp blow like a venomous snake, and the scorching single-molecule blade cut the Achilles tendon on the orc's foot.

His proud huge body became a burden, he couldn't control his body and fell forward - in front of him was a rapidly flowing river of magma!

When the flesh and blood came into contact with the lava, the orcs' turbid roars rang out.

Amit fired a gun to quiet the guy down.

Kano was stunned not far away. The fighting skills displayed by Amit at this time were just like a dream.

It seemed that what he was facing just now was not a super giant orc boss leading an army, but a piece of steak on the chopping board.

Kano's shock lasted less than two breaths.

"Hey!"

Amit noticed his little brother.

He stepped forward and kicked Kano's butt hard without hesitation, and the steel collided with a clanging sound. "If you are not dead, get up quickly, the war is not over yet!"

Kano gritted his teeth.

He climbed up from the ground with a groan.

As the orc boss was easily killed by Amit, the war on the Dragon Blood Fortress was gradually coming to an end.

But on the other side.

In the south direction, about seven or eight kilometers away.

On a volcano called Crucible II, the war is in full swing.

Vaughn and Azkelon, the leaders of the two legions, are leading the most elite warriors of the 9th and 18th legions to fight against the orcs like a tide on this volcano.

They only rely on simple fortifications to repel the orcs' fierce attacks again and again.

More orcs are attracted to the vicinity of this volcano by the war.

Looking from a distance.

The huge volcano seems to be covered with a layer of dark green moss, and blood-red flowers bloom on the surface as the barrage falls.

"Give our cousins ​​some support."

Amit gave an order, his voice became steady and indifferent without the madness of the battle just now, "Don't let these reckless guys die there, otherwise my mother will be sad."

——

Vaughn is fighting among groups of orcs.

He held a composite double-linked heavy bolter in his hand. This heavy weapon should have been installed on an infantry fighting vehicle, but only a very strong Astartes like Vaughn could use it alone.

Accompanied by the recoil that shook his chest, the orange flames spit out and tore apart any greenskins who dared to approach the position.

Orcs were everywhere around.

The blood and chaos of the war were performed to the extreme at this moment.

Everyone on the battlefield was in a state of darkness, and Vaughn's overheated brain was not even sure whether his teammates were still alive.

At a certain moment.

Everything in front of the chief captain seemed to have turned into a huge vortex.

He was sucked into this whirlpool of red and black, and everything around him lost its original shape.

There was a chaos of artillery fire and green-skinned flesh and blood everywhere. He had lost his sense of distance. There was only a large amount of flying volcanic ash in front of him, with a few beams of fire flashing from time to time.

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All his senses were being stripped away, and he felt like he was sinking deeper and deeper into the whirlpool of war, almost unable to breathe.

Uh-huh!

Accompanied by a cold red sword light.

Groups of orcs suddenly disappeared from sight, and the desperate sense of oppression disappeared.

Vaughn felt that he could breathe again. He was panting violently, and an angel came from nowhere and landed beside him.

"Retreat now!"

The angel gave the order, "I'm here to buy you time!"

A blood-red Stormbird appeared behind him, the hatch opened outwards, and Vaughn took his soldiers and left quickly without hesitation.

But when the opportunity came to Azkelon, the warrior hesitated. He argued loudly: "I am your guard, how can I leave before my master?"

boom!

As he spoke, he accurately shot the green-skinned one close to the angel in the head.

Sticky blood shot out along with the broken skull, and the orc's tall body fell helplessly.

"Go, go, go!"

The angel urged, "You don't have wings, don't waste your life here."

Azkelon gritted his teeth and followed Vaughn.

The Stormbird soared into the sky with a roar of engines and disappeared into the clouds, while Angel remained alone on Crucible Two, fighting against the hordes of orcs.

Her martial arts skills are unparalleled in the world.

The Orks were slaughtered with speed and precision that even the Space Marines could not distinguish.

Boom!

The moment a huge vibration came from the mountain.

The angel spread his ice-white wings, caught the storm, and disappeared into the clouds into a blur of white light.

The firelight in the thick fog became brighter and brighter, and the whole world shook.

Scarlet lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and millions of tons of hot magma spewed out, rushing towards the surroundings at a storm-like speed.

The orcs were engulfed by the crimson wave, and most of the orcs turned into ashes without even screaming.

Only the largest and most WAAAGH orcs can survive the short time in the magma.

But this doesn't change anything.

Hundreds of thousands of orcs were struggling in the magma lake. It was a purgatory-like scene on earth, but it made every Astartes who saw this scene feel very happy.

The Storm Bird landed on the landing pad behind the Dragonblood Fortress, where Amit, Nomin, Radolon and other commanders had already been waiting.

When Azkelon and Vaughan walked out of the storm bird, the angel also descended from the sky and returned to the crowd.

"It's good to see you're okay."

Azkelon looked at the angel up and down, breathed a sigh of relief, and then naturally took out a clean towel from his power armor to help the angel clean the ashes and blood stains on the feathers.

"Once again you saved our lives and we admire your strength and kindness."

Vaughan looked at the angel and spoke dryly.

For a rough guy like him, these two sentences are the highest compliments he can think of.

"Thanks."

The angel nodded slightly, her cheeks stained with ash and engine oil.

These filth did not damage the angel's appearance, but made her look more lovely.

"We won, but this victory is only temporary." Amit spoke in a deep voice, interrupting everyone's greetings. He looked up at the huge moon hanging in the night sky, "Unless the fighting moon is removed, this war will never end."

"Everything we did in this war was to get rid of it."

Radolon spoke.

The plan is simple, through high-intensity battles on Atum planet, weaken the battle moon's defense power.

When the time comes, gang up on this savage creation.

Since the Storm Torpedo cannot cause damage to the Battle Moon externally, find a way to ignite it internally.

"But I have to say that such an action is too crazy." Amit said again.

His stern face was full of worry: "The Storm Torpedo is a behemoth half a kilometer long, and there are endless orcs in the Battle Moon, and its internal structure is as complex as a maze. And an orc of this size must have warboos inside it Sitting in charge..."

"But it's the only solution we can think of."

The angel said with a serious expression.

Didi!

There was a sound in her communication channel, and the angel's attention was attracted by it.

She paused briefly, then a bright smile broke out on her face.

The angel's eyes fell on Vaughn. When the chief company commander heard the next words, his two hearts almost stopped beating due to excitement.

"Vulkan, your father has arrived with an entire fleet. Our plan will be successful!"

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