Chapter 262: Sword of Vengeance

The rain was getting heavier, the wet liquid stained the lenses of the Space Marine helmets, and light transparent rain stains slid down. The Falcon Sword server roared, the blue light flickered, and the Destruction Stand evaporated the raindrops.

The strong wind licked the armor of the empire, honor, war, and death, turning into a tit-for-tat with the enemy at this moment, and the rage that never stopped.

The dark war lord retreated under the protection of the soldiers and moved towards the safe area. Several rune veterans were agile and stabbed the weak joints of the Space Marines with single-molecule sabers.

"Go to hell!" The Destruction Eagle let out a low and long cry, the power sword slashed diagonally, the carapace armor, the explosive gun, and the flesh and blood favored by the evil god were cut like butter, leaving the high temperature and the destruction stand to tear open, and even the incision that would not bleed.

Cut in half, many veterans struggled and dragged themselves halfway towards him, stabbing at his ankles, but the sergeant raised his thighs, and the head broke apart under a huge force beyond the imagination of mortals, leaving a ball of black and red soil.

Killing did not deny fear, and those rune warriors became more excited, their eye membranes were red, and it was chilling. The sergeant's teammates shot and slashed, and the enemies continued to come, and gradually got better.

When those warriors avoided the sergeant's power sword with twisted joints and chaotic postures, the Chaos Gods bestowed a gift on those loyal lunatics.

The battle fell into entanglement, the void shield was ignited by a seismic cannon, the soil rolled, and the battlefield was in chaos. When the sergeant was fighting with several enemies, he saw the rune culture on the display bright red, warning him to feel the heat.

He even turned his body over, and with an agility that was not in line with his hugeness, he stepped on the heretic's body and jumped high. Those people were caught off guard and stepped on. The huge weight made their bones make a tooth-grinding sound, and their spines twisted. The deflagration beam followed, cutting through the air and killing the heretic who was used as a stepping stone by the Master Chief.

The heretic was aiming in the distance. The deflagration gun could naturally fire continuously, with an interval of less than 0.3 seconds. Even if the aiming speed was added, the soldier king who had been strengthened by countless training could aim at the Master Chief who could not move in the air in 0.5 seconds!

The thorn legs were extremely powerful. The strategic quality and combat effectiveness displayed by those Chaos servants far exceeded the expectations of the Space Marines. At the critical moment, the Master Chief used his sacred cortex connected to the armor to calculate and drive the heat of the jumping backpack behind his body. When the bright red runes flashed, he soared like a falcon.

Red flash flames sprayed, and many heretics who were in close combat with him were unable to dodge and were instantly roasted on their arms or thighs. However, the exposed parts of the strange runes looked like they were carved into the flesh. Even if the skin was torn, the pale blue marks on the outside could be seen, which was chilling!

The jump pack could not completely solve the problem. He still did not have legs to land quickly. Even if the Space Marines were huge, the weight would pull him down, but the elite who were good at shooting would not wait. Finally, after the sergeant killed dozens of rune warriors, his shoulder was pierced by the explosive beam, and blood flowed out from the gaps in the armor composed of ceramic steel fragments. The stinging stimulated the external secretion of the Space Marines, which was like a terrible drug for mortals, secreted in the complex dopamine system.

He fell to the ground due to the weight, and the corpses that were originally in place were also crushed into mud by the weight. Then the enemy's front-line troops attacked again, just like that time, slower and weaker in the eyes of the sergeant.

The chainsaw sword was cut by the power sword, and the Master Chief even raised his leg and grabbed a heretic with his leg finger, swinging it like a whip to defend against the enemy's attack on his joints.

But no matter how the Falcon cuts, the server keeps roaring, and the flesh and blood are broken, can it change the reality of the enemy's shooting? When the Master Chief's body was pierced through the chest by the explosive beam again, the complex and powerful organ structure did not affect his battle at all, but he could also feel that his strength was losing.

Every time he killed ten people on the wrong side, he was shot once, and the wounds continued to accumulate, and the fatigue and loss became greater and greater. Those crazy heretics used their bodies to form quicksand, starting with 10 people, then 8, 7, 6, and then dropped off a cliff, until the superhuman organs could no longer sustain the body of the Space Marines.

One hundred Space Marines are more than enough to drag them to death! The Master Chief felt powerless instantly. Those guys were not stronger than ordinary people, but countless training and strange rune spells on their bodies gave them the ability to fight with Space Marines in close combat. In addition, their belief in evil gods made them not afraid of death...

The Master Chief encountered the few troublesome guys in his combat career, especially the wounds on his body dripping with rain and blood, which hurt him and deprived him of his vitality.

He needed a breakthrough! He began to exert force, and the fiber bundles in the armor tightened to provide him with strength. He roared with all his strength, and the battle cry was amplified by the grid device to a thrilling level. Whether it was the armor or himself, the Master Chief had reached the peak of his power at this moment.

But the price was that he felt pain in his ankles, arms, ankles, and thighs. Those heretic warriors inserted their blades into the weak joints of his armor, and he gave up all defense. Blood flowed out from the gaps in the armor. It was bright red, the same blood as human compatriots, but it was soon diluted by the heavy rain and slid down his body.

He lived to die, his roar spread across the battlefield, lingering in the sky. Even if the saber pierced his body and joints, he continued to move forward at the fastest speed. His target was nothing, but those heretics who were shooting with guns!

Give him a bullet, then ask for my death in return, then no Angel of the Empire, warrior of the Emperor, angry and roaring, the Master Chief rushed out of the crowd at that moment, his speed almost reached the speed of a heavy vehicle, he used The shoulder armor is tilted forward, and the entire right arm is used to resist the light of those explosive beams to avoid being hit and harmed.

The effect of that is very good. The deflagration beam does not have the principle of higher power at close range like power weapons. Therefore, thick muscles, black carapace and ceramic steel can withstand such crazy power.

Dozens of rounds of projectiles almost evaporated the Master Chief's legs and arms, and the Astartes' thick legs and arms were turned into charcoal by the terrible heat. The Master Chief endured the severe pain and swung the Falcon Sword on his right leg, leaving blood and flesh everywhere. Fly and kill one person.

But they did not stand in a row and shoot, but formed a standard skirmish line. The sergeant was breathing heavily, his jump pack was ejecting flames, and natural disasters came, dragging his hopeless body again and again to reap the rewards of the sins of mortals. life.

Death, death, blood, blood, he let the red-stained eagle, whether it be the enemy, the prey, or his own blood, live towards death, and live for this.

He became the bright red color jumping on the battlefield, killing the war brothers again and again, tearing apart the originally unsolvable sand, using melta bombs to blast the enemy's trucks as bunkers, and using the power sword to tear apart the heretics attacking from a distance. He was so powerful that it seemed as if the wounds on his body were no longer there.

He alone tore the opening for the entire war, so that the war brothers could breathe. Those rune warriors lost their fire cover and were eaten away bit by bit. The light of victory had dispersed, and the dark clouds and heavy rain in the sky also dispersed. The mortal troops Looking at the bright red warrior soaring in the sky in surprise from behind, the heretics couldn't help but fear the almost impossible vitality of the Emperor's Angel.

But the borrowed things will be very clear, if it is not a game, then the miracle that provides him with a measurable source, whether it is a dice, whether it is a gift, whether it is something else, but it will eventually stop, and the body will gradually become heavier. , when his consciousness began to leave his body, he had already liquidated over a hundred heretics on the battlefield.

The warning runes on his eyes were constantly showing signs of blood loss, joint damage, and body burns, each of which was fatal enough to make a mortal die several times, but he dragged such a body to tear up the battle for all his brothers.

Ru Ming's jump pack has lost its capacity due to overload, and the fuel has been emptied. His armor is stained with blood. He has more blood than the enemy. His helmet has been cracked, revealing the cheeks that have been fighting for the empire for a hundred years. Raindrops The cold touch on his brow made him maintain his original clarity. He knelt on one knee and inserted the power sword into the soil, like a believer worshiping the Emperor.

There were corpses all around him, just like the territory that an eagle carved out for itself with its prey. The battlefield in Zuozu Plateau was cleared by him, and at the same time, absolutely no one had the courage to step into it.

It could be said that there were tens of thousands of heretical mortal soldiers around him at this moment, but no one dared to shoot, because they knew that if they fired, the person who would die would not be the evil beast, but themselves, whose heads would be torn open by the bombs. Ru Ming and the others dared to watch and watch the terrible warrior die from blood loss.

The Master Chief has never been able to see the return of the original body. If his only and greatest hope in his life fails, it will cost the empire hundreds of years of life. Does he regret it? He himself couldn't explain clearly. The matter was very complicated, so complicated that it involved his entire long life, so it meant that he couldn't remember his own birth, but his life outside the battle group was still fresh in his memory.

He is a warrior and will not change in any case, so he is not afraid of death and enjoys this moment. In the communicator, the Imperial Guard, the Destruction Eagle, and countless soldiers praise and thank him endlessly, making him feel that he is in the midst of life. The first moment was a bit too lively...

Gradually, his eyelids became heavy, and the array of micro-thinkers in the armor was operating, injecting him with stimulants, therapeutic potions, and metabolic drugs that accelerated healing, but it was a drop in the bucket. He no longer had the strength.

He can put his will in the communicator and listen to the battle reports getting better and better. Will there be no spare power to save him who has penetrated deep into the enemy camp? Unless the Emperor suddenly sends some troops, otherwise...

Zhi...The sound of the radio is irritating, and a strange yet familiar male voice appears. "There is Lieutenant Fetsik, the commander of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of Loander! It's the Emperor, they are approaching!"

The battlefield is here, engines roaring, Lemanus, Chimera, and dozens of behemoths tearing apart the enemy's defense line that has been confused by the Space Marine attacks. Due to the lack of anti-armor weapons, those heretical infantry have no ability to resist.

Hundreds of the Empire's most loyal men and women charged into the thousands as mortal men. Whether they were the original soldiers of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment in name only, or whether they had survived through many wars due to luck or other things. warrior.

They are not necessarily strong or powerful, but they are absolutely loyal. With dozens of Lemanus main battle tanks tearing apart the battlefield defenses, and the main gun firing due to the lack of trenches, the enemy infantry in the fortress can simply be harvested one-sidedly. Using cover, they barely managed to defeat ten times the number of enemies, and several Chimera armored vehicles came to his side.

At this moment, the back door of the armored vehicle was opened amidst artillery fire and shooting. The sergeant major saw for the first time the Mr. Czech Lieutenant. He was tall, thin, and malnourished. He was completely different from the image of Zheng Juluo. The other soldiers were probably the same, and he was definitely the same. Although they are elite soldiers and generals, such a desperate situation did not allow them to open up a line of defense.

The Master Chief said extremely weakly. "Thank me, Lieutenant..."

Lieutenant Jiesik followed several very strong mortal soldiers and used all his strength to barely support the behemoth. The sergeant major limped towards the personnel carrier, and that breakthrough almost made the 44th Loander Heavy Infantry Regiment almost Fifty percent of Chengdong's soldiers were lost!

But Zaiwei's answer was. "Lead them to victory and they'll be even."

the Master Chief replied. "The warriors of Loander are stronger than expected... may the Emperor bless them."

Just as it turned out that there was a special guest in the rickety Chimera transport, and the huge weight of the Space Marines made the machine slower, could it conceal the Chief's evacuation, and the few Lemanustans Ke needed to use steel to form a bunker for defense. After the enemy responded to the sudden attack as quickly as possible, the battle situation became anxious again.

Zaiwei said. "If it turns out that more than half of the enemy has been lost and the Space Marines have defeated most of the Rune Warriors, they will need to integrate their forces to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop and recapture the starport and Governor's Tower..."

"According to the report of the 154th Infantry Regiment of Loander, your fighting was very effective, and he thanked you again for putting the lives of soldiers first!"

The Master Chief watched as the soldier applied precious hemostatic gel to his joints. Through the battered armor, the cold jelly stuck to his skin. Because the power armor's life support system and temporary medical array had failed, It was not the first time in hundreds of years that he had been so seriously injured.

"Those heretics are very skilled in runes. He has no doubt that there are many more wizards and madmen like that..." he replied.

Zaiwei nodded. "But they defeated them!"

The Master Chief was also grateful for that incident, and asked the astrological array to work normally, and the world would regain peace under Skadi's asylum, and his efforts would not be in vain.

But soon, his eye indicator suddenly showed a huge measurable reaction. He looked at the source of the force in surprise. He could feel something strange, and something flashed in his mind.

"There are powerful spirits that can react. Something is coming. What are those heretics doing?"

The captain looked out from the exploration hole of the Chimera armored vehicle, and then hesitantly shouted. "No...is it a terrible storm? Oh my god, that storm with lightning and hail?! That is definitely not the natural environment of that world!"

A sudden spiritual storm tore through the air, and the torrential rain that had stopped suddenly stirred up, rolling up rubble, corpses and wreckage in the ferocious storm and throwing them towards the Imperial Guard's battle line.

The unexpected incident overturned the entire Chimera armored vehicle, and it turned around in a circle. Blood began to flow from the Sergeant Major's wound again, and the heavy rain roared down.

At this moment, the Master Chief understood why the traitorous commander was so confident, because there was not only one Alpha-level psychic!