Chapter 74

Chapter 73

Chapter 74: Beast Emperor

The termite assault drill rotated at a high speed in a way that Vulcan could not understand. It broke through the surface carapace made of steel and broken meteorites and entered the deep space inside this steel monster.

The density inside the battle moon is not much weaker than the outer shell.

It is still very difficult for the termite assault drill to shuttle through it. Looking over, there are wreckage of spacecraft everywhere.

The sensors installed on the assault drill detected that the gravity simulation engines of seventeen or eight spacecraft were humming, which made the gravity inside the battle moon extremely chaotic.

Endless green skins are rushing in from every corner of the field of vision.

Some fell from the ceiling, some fell from the walls, and some fell directly towards the termites.

Their faces looked a little distorted with excitement, for these beasts. A termite assault drill piercing the bowels of a battle moon isn't enough to scare them. They were simply excited to have a particularly WAAAGH fight without having to go to Planet Atum.

"Enter our guests well!"

Vulcan said.

The Legion soldiers connected the operating system of the power armor to the heavy weapons carried on top of the Termite Assault Drill.

Super heavy twin bolters, laser cannons, gravity bombs, Ignis flamethrowers and more.

This wild war machine finally showed its fangs.

Same as the assault drill on the front end.

These heavy weapons installed on the termite armor shell are also operating in incredible ways.

No matter how wildly Vaughn pulls the trigger, the laser cannon he controls will never overheat, as if the heat in the barrel disappears as soon as it is generated.

Endless gunpowder pours out, and cross fire covers every corner of the battlefield.

Even though the number of greenskins is endless.

But in a short period of time, no greenskin could get close to the Termite Assault Drill. It was as if this was not a green-skinned battle moon, but a fortress forged by the Astartes.

"What exactly is going on?"

Vaughn exclaimed, with uncontrollable enthusiasm and excitement in his voice: "The machine spirit is roaring. I have never fought such a fun war in more than a hundred years."

"There are too many of them and we can't stay here too long."

Vulcan said.

His dark eyes were fixed on the panel in front of him.

He controlled the Termite Assault Drill and made rapid progress inside the battle moon.

Walls of steel were ruthlessly torn apart in front of the roaring drill bit of the Termite Assault Drill. The moment tens of thousands of greenskins touched the drill bit, they turned into a ball of blood-red mist. There are more greenskins turned into blazing torches by explosive weapons, or directly condensed into a large mass of indistinct flesh and blood by gravity bombs.

The bones and weapons of the orcs fell on the tracks of the termite assault drill.

The jamming and slowdown in the budget did not appear, and the roaring gears directly crushed the metal into pieces. The termite assault drill was advancing at a speed that Vulkandu felt was incredible, gradually approaching the core fortress of this giant fortress.

boom!

The door, which was covered with patches and broken metal, was smashed violently.

But there were no more walls or obstacles inside, but a vast and huge command center.

The area of ​​this hall is extremely vast, and even an 800-meter-long termite assault drill can easily perform difficult maneuvers such as turning around and wagging its tail. The overall structure of the space is somewhat similar to a gladiatorial arena. In the center is a command platform stacked up layer by layer, and a tattered throne is placed on the top layer.

Thick cables crisscrossed the hall like pythons, and huge metal claws hung from the ceiling.

Click!

The moment the termite assault drill broke into this space.

The two giant mechanical claws spread out suddenly, reached down, and grabbed the front and rear sections of the termite assault drill.

The engine roared, and the tracks underneath, stained with orc blood, hummed and spun. But without a focal point, it is naturally impossible to break free from the constraints of the two huge mechanical arms.

Crunch!

The hinge of the robotic arm is still tightening.

Even the several-meter-thick super-heavy armor of the Termite Assault Drill could not withstand this force. Amidst the sharp and harsh sound of steel twisting, obvious dents appeared inside the Termite Assault Drill. In the deepest part of the dent, many traces of torn metal can be seen spreading outward.

"We're stuck here!"

"But the good news is we've reached our destination," Vulcan said.

"Then it's time for close combat." A smile appeared on Sanguinius's face, and the fire of anger was burning in her bright pupils: "This is what we do best."

Click!

Vulkan turned the button and gave the order.

The hatches on either side of the Assault Drill opened and the Adeptus Astartes jumped out.

A thousand Astartes warriors are divided into ten different teams. They need to install the miniature nuclear bombs made by Vulkan at specific locations inside the battle moon, and then detonate them in batches to prepare for the subsequent retreat from the battle moon. Leave enough time.

Each of these miniature nuclear bombs is Vulkan's brainchild.

It is twice the size of a normal individual tactical nuke, and each one requires two Astartes warriors to carry it.

But the power of its explosion is more than a hundred times that of the same type of bomb.

Each of these bombs.

can easily destroy a ten-kilometer-long battleship after being detonated.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

Vaughn, wearing a Terminator power armor, took the lead and jumped out of the open hatch. When he came to the interior of the battle moon, the stench hit him in the face. Even with the breathing filtration system, he was a little dizzy.

Bang!

Kano landed beside Vaughn.

He first threw a black psychic lightning, and then quickly pulled out his gun and shot.

Before the orcs in groups could get close, they had been ruthlessly harvested by Kano.

The composition and structure of the one thousand Astartes warriors on the termite assault drill are very complex. They can be roughly divided into four parts, namely the veterans of the Ninth Legion, the new recruits of the Second Bard, the veterans of the Eighteenth Legion, and the new recruits of Nocturne.

Even if they are in the same legion.

The concepts between its veterans and new recruits are obviously very different.

Whether it was Vulcan or Archangel Sanguinius, they had just returned to their legions not long ago. They did not force the legions to reorganize according to their own ideas, but hoped to spontaneously gather the legions under the same concept over a long period of time.

It must be said.

Although the two primarchs looked very different.

But there were many similarities in their ideas and personalities, and such a relationship naturally affected the two legions.

The soldiers between the two legions had a good relationship, at least, in the dozens of days and nights of fighting on the planet Atum. Kano and Vaughn, Nomin and other soldiers of the 18th Legion established a very deep comradeship. They were all extremely reliable and warm-hearted warriors.

Therefore-

When assigning tasks on the Forged Flame.

Kano chose to fight with Vaughn under the same goal. In addition, there were some new recruits and veterans of the 9th Legion in this team.

Vaughn, wearing Terminator armor, was more than three meters tall.

This was the only case in the two legions.

He rushed forward fiercely and cut a bloody path among the orcs like a tide, while Kano and others followed closely and rushed into the room on the left. In their full battlefield perception module, the surrounding tactical map has been formed, and the red circle clearly marks the location where the tactical nuclear bomb needs to be installed.

"You have to be careful!"

Vaughn's steady voice sounded in the team channel, "These orcs are very cunning, they will choose the weak links in the team to attack."

Bang!

He didn't have time to finish his words.

An orc boss who was more than four meters tall jumped down from the hanging beam.

The beast held a spiked mace stained with mottled blood in his hand and smashed it towards Vaughn's head with a gust of wind.

It happened suddenly.

In addition, this attack was fast and fierce.

Even the veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles did not have time to react and was hit on the head by the orc.

Vaughn's eyes blurred and he clearly heard the sound of the ceramic steel of the helmet breaking.

The beast laughed unpleasantly.

But the laughter stopped abruptly, and a bloody figure rushed over like lightning.

His speed was so fast that it even left an afterimage in Astartes' superhuman perception.

The buzzing chainsaw sword pierced the orc's chin at lightning speed, and the high-speed rotating single-molecule sharp blade immediately crushed the head of the orc boss. As the sticky scarlet blood scattered, the orc's powerless body fell to the ground.

"Shut up!"

The voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat. This person was the 14th Captain Garnett.

"Blood sacrifice to the Human Emperor, head to Sanguinius!" Garnett roared, his body trembling with excitement because of the upcoming battle, "We have to kill them quickly and destroy everything in front of us!"

Vaughn held his head.

He climbed up from the ground with his head shaking.

"Brothers, charge!" He roared, and like a humanoid armored vehicle, he directly knocked open the iron gate in front of him with his shoulder, and then led his team to disappear in the depths of the dark corridor.

In other directions of the hall, similar battles were also going on.

Azkalon, wearing golden power armor, led the elite veterans of the 9th Legion and members of the Holy Blood Guard, ruthlessly slaughtering any orcs who dared to approach.

They galloped and were invincible, advancing rapidly along the established route.

There were also new recruits from the 18th Legion from Nocturne.

Although they did not have as much combat experience as the veterans of Terra, their equipment was very sophisticated.

Each of them was a master forger, and the weapons forged under the personal guidance of the Primarch had a terrible lethality far exceeding the standard weapons of the same type.

Of course.

Not every team could be unstoppable.

Some tactical teams were in a tough battle, not because their strength was worse than that of other fighting brothers.

It was because they were not lucky. On the way forward, they encountered endless beasts like waves, and had to pay a heavy price to continue to move forward.

Swish!

The command hall flooded by war was huge.

It was enough for Sanguinius to spread his wings and fly freely in it.

She slaughtered the savage orcs at an alarming speed, creating a bloody storm wherever she went, bringing support to the besieged warriors.

Click!

The giant metal claw hanging above his head suddenly moved.

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These giant metal claws are so huge that they can hang the termite assault drill in the air like a sausage.

But their reaction speed is not slow at all, and can even be described as sensitive. The big metal hand that covered the sky and the sun struck from behind the angel, causing bursts of ear-piercing whistling and popping sounds.

"open!"

The archangel's long golden hair burned, and the ring of brilliant bursts spread outward.

She turned around and slashed out at the giant metal claw that was coming.

While leaving a deep ravine on the manipulator's hand, the body also relied on this counter-shock force to lightly retreat dozens of meters away, avoiding this attack.

"Quack!"

A green-skinned boss with a metal cable on his head stood on the podium and let out an unpleasant laugh.

He danced with excitement about his creation.

"I wonder if those claws can move -" He used the orc's unique psychic power to connect with the giant metal claws hanging from the ceiling, and seven or eight huge arms grabbed the angel fiercely. Angels are like butterflies traveling in a storm, although they can get out of the way almost every time. But the overall feeling is extremely thrilling!

"Aliens, stop being so arrogant!"

Vulkan shouted and climbed out of the termite's carriage.

Although he has no wings, his burly figure is as agile as an ape in this metal jungle.

He first stepped on the roof of the termite assault drill, then kicked his legs hard and grabbed the giant metal claw hanging from the termite assault drill.

Climb all the way up to the beam along the rusty hinges.

He trotted all the way on the thick beam that swayed back and forth, the huge weight making the beam sway back and forth.

Some nails had fallen out of their joints, and the metal brackets at the ends of the beams showed signs of twisting and cracking. At the moment when the beam was about to fall off the metal support, Vulkan jumped forward fiercely.

The orc warlord who controlled the giant claw noticed the uninvited guest in front of him.

He fired at the primarch with his homemade shotgun.

But bullets made of broken nails and nuts could not break through the original body's armor, or even slow down Vulkan's movements.

The orc warlord's eyes were bloodshot and swollen.

A roar.

It rushed towards the original body with a chain axe. Vulkan was holding two weapons, both forged by his own hands!

One is a massive plasma pistol called the Anvillight, which harbors the Wrath of the Sun within its interior;

The second was a power sword as tall as a mortal, which Vulkan named the Nightforged. The steel used to forge this power sword is so dark and hard that the center of the blade glows with a dark blue light as it charges.

Uh-huh!

In a rage, Vulkan slashed forward with his sword, directly splitting the chain ax in the orc's hand into two halves.

When Vulcan struck the second knife.

The Nightcaster was caught by the orc's left hand, which was wrapped in thick metal armor and layers of psychic power. Vulkan calmly released the hilt of the sword. He took out the iron felt light placed on his hip and fired at the orc warlord's head.

The gun is fast from seven steps away, and the gun is accurate and fast within seven steps.

boom!

In the dazzling light.

The head of the orc warlord disappeared silently in the blue-purple plasma cloud when the plasma pistol exploded.

Uh-huh!

The angel's wings folded slightly.

The long golden hair poured down and fell beside Vulcan in a graceful manner.

The two fist bumped and said hello. The archangel frowned and looked up. A flash of lightning flashed in her consciousness, and her expression changed slightly, "Be careful!"

She reached out and pushed Vulkan hard.

at the same time.

Vulkan also quickly noticed the danger coming from the sky. As he fell downwards, he raised his hand and fired a plasma cannon towards the ceiling.

boom!

The rocks and mosaic glass inlaid on the ceiling were cracked like blooming lily flowers.

Among countless dust and gravel.

A titan-like war beast fell from the sky.

Almost at the same time——

WAAAGH! ! !

The Beast Emperor's roar swept across the Battle Moon, echoing from billions of orcs. Terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations swept through the void, the entire hall collapsed and trembled, and layers of cracks twisted and spread along the walls!

Orcs can be simply divided into types according to their body shape——

Ordinary orcs, big guys, green bosses, orc warlords, and war emperors!

I forgot to pick a name, that’s outrageous

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