Chapter 103 Killing the Enemy

No questions were asked, because the sound of gunfire and thermal imaging had already told Calvin the current situation.

No greetings, because entering the battlefield one second earlier could save the life of one more soldier.

They didn't even have time to communicate with the captain, they just nodded to the brave young man when they passed by.

The Grey Knights strode towards the front lines on both sides according to the predetermined tactics.

After the tactics were set, the command power was decentralized, and Calvin, who had escaped, returned to his favorite position at the tip of the knife.

Not far behind the left bulkhead was the front line of the battle. He had seen the two sides still fighting and confronting each other through the thermal imaging in the eyepiece.

"Mortal! Prepare to disengage! 5 seconds to block fire!" His voice was transmitted from the communicator to the sergeant on the front line.

The experienced veteran had already killed blood, but the last bit of clarity in his heart awakened his sense of responsibility for his comrades.

Still alive! At least bring these people back alive!

He resisted his destructive emotions of dying with the enemy and quickly conveyed the password to everyone who could hear.

Just as he finished his message, Calvin and others' firepower tilted to the target.

Across two walls, the heavy bolt guns of the Sinners Squad had begun to cross-fire at the gap in the bulkhead.

The covering firepower made the orcs on the opposite side unable to raise their heads for a while.

"Retreat! Go back!"

The sergeant dragged the warrior who was still unwilling to leave back, and the latter's red eyes and heavy breathing proved the fierceness of the battle.

The orcs who were still entangled wanted to chase, but as soon as they raised their feet, they were grabbed by Calvin who was charging and taken away in an instant.

The tip of the lightning claw on Calvin's left hand was deeply inserted into the orc's body, and the light of the decomposition force field could still be seen at this time.

"Puff~"

Calvin, who lightly crushed the orc hanging on his hand, shook his hand and continued to walk to the opposite side without stopping.

The counterattack began.

The Grey Knights were taking over the original positions of the mortals and began to attack and move forward.

Calvin, who disliked the inconvenience of swinging the warhammer in such an environment, threw it at his feet and took the Roman dagger hanging from his waist in his hand.

With a dagger in one hand and a lightning claw in the other, he saw the opponent's position and teleported, and the blood rain that followed showed the fate of these orcs.

The Grey Knights who came later couldn't even keep up with his pace, and could only pass through one cabin after another that was "cleaned".

The battle line on the right side progressed a little slower, but it was also invincible under the successive charges of the two Terminators, Golden and Tariq.

The significance of another name of the Terminator Power Armor - Tactical Dreadnought Armor was unprecedentedly highlighted.

In such a narrow and cramped environment, armor equals life, and strength equals killing.

In such an environment, the user of the Terminator Power Armor is fearless!

"Here comes the big guy! It's a big can! Silver!"

The guys on the front line were chopped back and brought such news to the war boss.

The angry war boss shot the kid to death with one shot, then roared loudly and looked around.

Just as he gathered the guards around him and prepared to go to the front line, Calvin, who had already killed his way through the battlefield on the left wing, just walked out of the gap in the bulkhead.

The moment the two sides met, they knew from each other's eyes that the other party was the person they were looking for, and the next battle began naturally.

The orc boss was delighted when he saw this big can that looked very Waaaaah. He roared and rushed towards Calvin with the boys:

"Boys, go shoulder to shoulder! What morality is there to talk about with a shrimp can! Damn it, second brother! The big chop and big bang in his hands are already thirsty!"

There is no way, it's not the war boss's fault for not talking about beastly morality, but if he really talked about morality, he would not be driven out of the tribe and become a pirate.

How many normal beasts can't survive in the orc clan and become pirates?

On the other hand, Calvin's reaction was much calmer.

He was absolutely confident that he could defeat the opponent.

But the comrades behind him still needed time to arrive. If he killed the opponent too quickly, it would be quite troublesome to clean up the orcs who were scattered like stars.

Calvin, who had been using psychic teleportation continuously, was in a good state. The surging power in his body made him choose the most flexible and luxurious way of fighting - teleportation guerrilla warfare.

His figure began to appear in various places in the orc camp, and each appearance would bring a bloody rain.

And each time he flashed, it happened to be stuck when the orc boss was about to arrive, and a new round of teleportation began.

The battle scene began to become funny:

Calvin ran in front, and the orc boss chased with the boys behind;

Every time he caught up, Calvin started a new round of teleportation.

The boys were chopped and screamed, and the boss was angry and screamed.

The boys were chopped but couldn't run, and the boss chased Calvin all over the room...

No matter how long the road is, there is an end, not to mention this short 200 meters.

The subsequent Grey Knights arrived one after another and joined the battlefield.

Led by the two Champion Knights, they consciously spread out to both wings, trying to occupy a wider shooting angle.

And after five flashes, Calvin finally stopped the guerrilla fight.

Under the consumption of the high-frequency use of the skill of teleportation, even a man with surging psychic energy like him began to feel a sense of exhaustion.

He began to turn around and fight against the War Boss with the firepower support of the Grey Knights.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Orc Boss's power axe and Calvin's power dagger collided several times in a short period of time.

With sparks flying, they could not find obvious flaws in each other's bodies.

The Orc Boss's big bang bang shot was all eaten by Calvin's force field shield, and did not produce the results he wanted;

And Calvin's dagger suffered from being too light to produce a suppressive effect.

As for the Lightning Claw, the bodies of the multiple chopping boys who fell beside him have proved its lethality.

Calvin now missed the war hammer he had thrown away because he disliked its heaviness.

If this thing was there, he would have dealt with the guy in front of him cleanly.

But the War Boss was different. It wanted to run away now.

As early as the first group of Grey Knights appeared at the edge of the battlefield, he felt the change in the battlefield situation.

His cunning eyes began to look around secretly, but Calvin, who had already started to fight back, deliberately delayed his steps.

The boys on the battlefield had lost their morale in Calvin's unreasonable raid before.

And the diehards around him were torn to pieces by Calvin's lightning claws one by one in the subsequent battles.

The active boys were killed by the Grey Knights who came later, and some smart guys began to collect the property of their dead companions and started to run away.

The boss suddenly missed his time in the clan tribe.

Although there was no free atmosphere on the pirate ship. But under the leadership of a great warlord, the morale of the pure clan warriors was much more stable than that of the current group of small fish.

"We have to go! At least we can't be exhausted to death here by the shrimps!"

It thought so and did so.

After a deliberate full-strength slash, the war boss, who had pulled away, poured all the bullets in his hand towards Calvin in one breath.

"Go to hell! Hateful stinky shrimp!"

Inside its roaring mouth, besides the yellow teeth, one could even see the huge tonsils trembling.

But hidden behind the anger and fighting spirit, the eyes that were groping around betrayed his desire to run.

"Next! Calvin!"

Tariq's voice suddenly appeared in Calvin's mind, and the shared vision brought by the connected thought channel told Calvin what the object flying behind him was.

He raised the dagger in his hand and threw it at the orc boss opposite with all his strength, then turned around with the inertia of his arm swinging away and caught Tariq's throwing object - the warhammer he had discarded before.

The core material of this warhammer came from his battle harvest on SATA No. 1, the crystal left by the demon named Eternal Cancer after his death.

It was discovered and brought back by Gavins and others during the post-war search after he fell into a coma.

The specific material of this fist-sized crystal (Astartes standard) is unknown, but its psychic conductivity is extremely strong.

After being purified by holy rituals, it was finally handed over to the casting masters in the Demos casting world.

The masters are also very interested in this material from the devil:

Because these materials often have some strange characteristics, and also give weapons some special effects that cannot be replicated.

This crystal is also the same. It always refuses any metal affinity and welding under non-psychic conditions.

But under psychic reaction, the molten metal is always affected by its psychic fluctuations, making the entire weapon's outer embryo into an unexpected shape;

And its special effects are also very interesting. It always strengthens the inertial potential energy of the weapon in a short time according to the size of the psychic energy received after being penetrated by psychic energy.

And as long as the user is willing, it can instantly store huge potential energy under the precise control of psychic energy and add it to the next swing.

This precious characteristic is extremely rare in the long career of casting masters, and it must be used well.

So after many attempts and trials by these masters, it finally returned to Calvin in the form of an atypical warhammer, or more like a scepter with a thickened body.

Like every warrior who loves his weapon, Calvin loves this gift he received after waking up.

He named this heavy warhammer (not) or scepter "Mission" to show its unstoppable potential when it is wielded.

Calvin reached out and held "Mission" in his hand.

And with it, Calvin's killing intention was also held.

Ding ding ding ding! The protagonist's first weapon. Debut!

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