Chapter 104 Epilogue

You are happily waaaaaahing on the battlefield, and suddenly you are hit by a dump truck. How does it feel?

This feeling is not easy to explain, because if you don't experience it in person, it is difficult to understand the feeling of a sudden loss of consciousness.

If I have to describe it, it feels like taking a sip of mushroom beer and finding that there is not a drop of alcohol in the beer, and the rest is all promethium.

You were roaring in the last second, and suddenly lost your consciousness in the next second. Not to mention anger or fear, even maintaining yourself is so difficult.

The surrounding scenes suddenly look so strange, and the simple pictures are always shaking between blur and clarity.

You seem to understand your state in your mind, but your body is still out of your control. You can know that your body is still twitching and resisting subconsciously, but you can't control it.

Who am I, I know. But what's wrong with me? I don't know.

This is how the orc war boss feels now.

Bang!

The big silver can in front of him swung the big iron stick in his hand again. How long has it been since the last time?

One second? Or a few seconds?

I don't know, but this time his hand really couldn't hold back anymore. The knuckles on his palms had been cracked, and the thick thumb joints were twisted in a weird way.

The power axe had broken, and the bang bang gun was also shattered in the last parry. After the dry throat tried to make a last roar, but only a hoarse hiss reached his ears, darkness enveloped his consciousness forever.

Buzz!

Calvin made a stick flower on the war hammer in his hand, and pulled out the psychic energy attached to it.

The more than 300 kilograms of metal column made such an easy and carefree movement in his hand.

Even though they knew the inside story, the Terminators on both sides couldn't help but twitch their eyes when they saw this.

It's true that Astartes is a superman, but there is no comparison with this monster that is completely beyond the human category except for appearance.

This is still in the state of infancy. If he is really given a hundred years to grow up, the appearance of the complete body is estimated to be no worse than his brothers in the history books, and it may be even stronger.

The switch of the decomposition force field was pressed again. The silver light on the surface of the weapon gradually dimmed after losing support, and with a low cry, it returned to its original dull lead gray.

This is the advantage of the decomposition field. After completing a killing, the weapon is still as bright as new, as if the orc's body with only the lower half of the body left in front of him was not given by him.

The high-intensity battle consumed a lot of physical strength, but fortunately it was still bearable. It's a pity that the consumption of psychic energy is not easy to recover. The neural headache is accompanied by a slight sense of fatigue twitching near the temple.

Calvin looked at the battlefield around him. The battle was still going on fiercely, but the victory or defeat was firmly in the hands of the human side.

The Grey Knights were using two Terminators as spearheads on both wings, and they were powerfully releasing waves of attacks to the orcs against the opponent's firepower.

With the death of WarBoss, the Waaaaah field in the psychic environment of the entire battlefield lost its operating center. Without these interferences, the Grey Knights' interceptors began their famous teleportation and decapitation tactics.

Although these giants made of steel are few in number, their heavy guns and heavy armor make them more efficient than mortals in terms of firepower release under unit density.

The follow-up mortal troops have also arrived, and they also appear behind the long-range strike team of the Sin Washer.

The heavy logging guns and twin laser cannons being set up on the high point are their credit.

The orcs who lost their leaders are like a tide for war. When they come, they are so violent that people can hardly resist, and when they leave, they are so abrupt that people can't keep up.

Except for a few orcs led by elites who are still trapped in a corner and insist on resisting stubbornly, most of the orcs have already evacuated to the landing craft they came from.

The retreating front is like a levee and a flood in a static confrontation, but only when one side collapses first can the position of each other be confirmed.

The consumption of physical strength is beginning to recover with the intense breathing. Compared with the battle situation on both wings of the battlefield shown in the helmet eyepiece, the eye of the storm in the center has become quiet after the battle.

Calvin, who was free, had time to contact the command team below, and the other party's feedback would determine his next arrangements.

"Golden, how long will it take you and Tariq?"

"Soon, about half an hour to an hour. There is no organized resistance, but the specific passages and cabins need to be cleared one by one."

"It's the same on my side. The resistance is weakening, but the cleaning process is expected to take a lot of time."

"Then don't clean it up, let the mortal troops occupy the traffic nodes and set up a fire blockade. I'll give you 15 minutes to clean up the people and then assemble at the weapon array. Is there any problem?"

"No problem!" *2

After completing the arrangements here, Calvin initiated a new contact request to the command center on the bridge

"Calling the bridge, I'm Calvin."

"Received, how is the battle going?" The voice of Inquisitor Matthew came from the communicator.

"The battle is going well, the orc leader has been killed, and the organized troops have been eliminated. I plan to hand over the remaining resistance to the mortal troops for control, and it is expected to leave the battle within half an hour."

"No need to rush to leave the battlefield, the weapons depot is safe."

"What?" Calvin asked in surprise. He didn't know that those mortal troops had this ability.

"Father Constantine has arrived near the weapons depot. The latest feedback is that the orcs have lost their will to resist. This is consistent with your feedback here."

"Constantine? He still has this ability?" Calvin asked puzzled.

"...Have you heard of the Crimson Protocol?" Matthew's voice was a little distorted, but the terms he expressed were clear.

"Crimson Protocol..." Calvin fell into a brief memory.

If the origin of this thing is traced back, it has to start from the 30K era.

Calvin didn't want to recall the details of this agreement in detail. He just understood that in a sense, as long as this thing was mentioned, it meant that the exclusive armed forces of this group of oil men would appear.

Either the Intelligent Legion or Cybernetica.

In short, these mechanical creations existed to defend Mars from the beginning.

Unlike ordinary priests or crusaders, this is a group of pure steel humanoid weapons composed of robots specializing in combat.

Because of this, when these steel warriors with no morale restrictions and no awareness of casualties form an army, the power they can exert is often jaw-dropping.

Moreover, the oilers have always been rich, so it is not surprising to see any strange and weird modified weapons on these already powerful mechanical creations.

Even some experimental models of special weapons that are not allowed through formal agreements can be seen on them.

Sure enough, he said that this group of oilers would not take risks alone. After encountering danger, they would take out their backups one by one. This is the style of these people.

"Smart Machine Legion? Or Cybernitika?" He asked according to his own guess.

"Cyborg, but not many, only one hundred-man fleet. This is why he is so cautious. I hope you won't blame him." Matthew kindly explained for Constantine.

"Okay. I know." Calvin replied.

Since this kind of thing has already happened and it does have its own reasons, then for the generous efforts of Party A, what else can Calvin say?

Being able to explain to yourself is already a manifestation of respect, even if it is an explanation after the fact.

Calvin didn't plan to get along with this group of people for a long time, so the attitude was just fine.

"Then I have only one last question. We will continue to clean up the orcs on the ship. What about the part that has already started to retreat on landing craft at the breach?"

"Let them go. There are more than just this group of pirates staring at us. May the Emperor bless you! The fact that you can repel them so quickly has already achieved the purpose of deterrence. We can't take care of more."

"Understood, that's it. Contact me anytime if you have any questions."

After speaking, Calvin hung up the communication channel and connected to the internal channel of the strike team:

"Everyone! The plan has changed temporarily! Give up the assembly and carry out the cleanup on the spot! Open the public channel permissions to the mortal troops near you! Let them establish a fire blockade on important passages! Use three people as a group to carry out targeted elimination of the target area! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The voices of the Grey Knights came from the communicator.

After giving the order in his mind in one breath, Calvin walked towards the nearest mortal troops with the weapon in his hand.

The Grey Knights in the distance also sent out two Sinners carrying flamethrowers and heavy bolters to move closer to Calvin's position.

The short battle was finally coming to an end.

From the perspective of the black ship, the asteroid belt channel in the distance finally saw the light of the end.

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