Chapter 23 Renovation and Acceptance (4)

The battle was one-sided from the beginning.

The bullets propelled by the local primitive gunpowder were fired at the Word Bearers through the crudely made barrels.

And these Space Marines with rich war experience put away their guns at the first time. They laughed wildly and swung the chainsaw swords to resist the firepower that was not even enough to tickle.

For them, this was not a real battle, it was just an occasional entertainment banquet during the journey.

So the banquet should be like a banquet. The high killing efficiency of the grenade gun was particularly inappropriate in this occasion. In comparison, the chainsaw sword brought enough blood to give the demigods who traveled a long distance enough pleasure.

They completely broke the opponent's front line with just one charge, if the chaotic position could be called a front line.

When a 2.3-meter-tall giant wearing nearly a ton of armor charges you a hundred meters, the huge shock that comes with the heavy footsteps will break your courage before the huge kinetic energy contained in it.

In ancient times, the effect of fully armored heavy cavalry charging against unarmed civilians was just like this. With such a powerful kinetic energy, you don't even need to swing.

Just hold the chain sword horizontally and let the blade slightly backward, and the high-speed rotating blade can cut into all the targets encountered along the way while dragging.

The Word Bearers enjoyed the killing in front of them. They were happy to kill these wailing lives in various ways, hacking to death, hitting to death, and even stepping to death.

This was not only to please the XIE god they believed in, but also to please their own long-distorted souls.

The 200-strong Xie cult team was quickly killed, leaving only 5 young and strong people, who were left by these Word Bearers intentionally or unintentionally.

This was their dessert after the meal. They wanted to enjoy a little bit of the fun of hunting after the wanton killing.

The Word Bearers laughed and drove the five people away. The harsh noise made by the blades dragged on the ground made these people like frightened rabbits from a distance. Although they were exhausted, they had to continue running. And this is what they wanted.

They separated at the entrance of the ruins, and the team leader led two brothers to enter the ruins to collect their targets.

The remaining two people followed slowly about two kilometers behind the five mortals, waiting for the return of the three people.

They used the extremely developed hearing and smell given by the empire to ensure that they would not lose these prey in the killing of the empire's civilians.

What a blasphemy!

When they followed these desperate believers all the way to the entrance of the cave, one of the Word Bearers stopped.

"Marcus, do you smell it? The smell of blood, five. Our snacks have been slaughtered." He looked at another Word Bearer.

"I smell it, my brother White. But I can't smell that guy. His movements are very clean, there is only one person."

Marcus stopped, he raised the bolter in his hand, habitually stood sideways with his legs one in front of the other and his shoulder armor facing forward. So that the hardest part of his body can withstand possible attacks in the cave.

"Do you want to wait for Kyle and the others?" Marcus asked White.

"No, I think the two of us can handle it." White replied. What can be here? In the nest that has been abandoned for so long, White can't think of anything else except mutated beasts.

He walked in first, and mocked Marcus by the way:

"Let's go, my brother. Remember the old saying, although doubt keeps us alive, recklessness brings us victory!"

Before he finished speaking, a black light and shadow slid in front of White, and the figure that passed through at high speed made Marcus's superhuman dynamic vision unable to capture it. He could only hold up the bolt gun and fire in a pre-aimed burst according to the trajectory of the figure, while shouting to White:

"Be careful! Enemy attack! Left front!"

White also became alert. He found that his position was too dangerous. The light coming in from the hole made his dim vision ineffective. And the narrow field of vision made it impossible for his comrades behind him to provide effective support.

The instinctive reaction of less than half a second made this veteran make the most correct choice.

He tried to roll backwards without hesitation, hoping to escape from this dangerous position under the protection of his comrades' direct fire. However, it was too late...

The attacking black shadow had reached his side at some point. Just when he just squatted down, the other party seemed to have premeditated to pull the fully charged power claw on his right hand to the height of his chest behind him. There was exactly the route that his head must pass when he rolled backwards.

Under Marcus's bloodshot eyes, the power claw silently cut open White's bright red Mark IV helmet decorated with sheep horns.

Also cut open was White's head, which was confused because he had never seen the enemy until his death.

The headless giant was still falling slowly, and blood gushed out from the neck of his limp body like a spurt.

Only then did the assassin stand up from his half-squatting position. On his raised face, the white bone skull grinned at Marcus.

Then he jumped up to avoid the bullets, and charged at Marcus in the open space in mid-air.

The assassin Calvin used his psychic power to anchor a point in advance while jumping. He stepped hard on this point with his heel, seemingly without any support in the air, and then rushed down with the force.

This is a unique skill that he got inspired by the precious Eldar Banshee combat video provided by the Assassin Court during training.

He kept jumping left and right, up and down on the way forward. Several jumps that obviously violated the law of gravity made the distance between the two of them dozens of meters close in an instant.

During this period, the auspicious instrument of Marcus the Word Bearer did not even successfully lock him once. The beeping alarm reminded Marcus that the enemy was getting closer and closer.

The point shooting that should have been accurate could only lag behind half a step every time. The futile shooting stirred up pieces of angry but incompetent dust on Calvin's footprints.

The war between Superman and Superman is like this. The victory or defeat is decided in a few seconds before mortals can react.

When there is no comrade to provide sufficient frontal firepower cover, the heavily armored unit forced into a one-on-one battle, facing the assassination raid that abandons defense and chooses extreme speed and agility, even the demigod Astartes can't escape the fate of falling.

After Calvin approached, Marcus only had time to block the first two slashes with the bolter in his hand, and Calvin leaned over to attack him from behind. Then he jumped up, tensed his whole body, and swept out the power claw on his left hand, cutting off the trophy suspension helmet.

The battle, which lasted less than 10 seconds from start to stop, ended here, with Calvin unharmed and the two Word Bearers completely wiped out.

These two evil lives also ended their sinful lives on this unknown planet.