Chapter 457 "Fanatical" "Barbaric" "Reverse Encirclement"

Rou~——!

Tiberos' huge body was like a war machine that was activated instantly. His seemingly bulky and huge figure showed amazing flexibility and suddenly jumped forward.

During the leap, the air was torn apart, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, like a steel meteor streaking across the battlefield.

Boom - boom -! !

With a loud noise that shook the world, Tiberos' magnetic boots fiercely stepped into the enemy's formation.

The corrupted surface cracked open under the huge impact, and thick mud and dark green pus splashed around like a fountain, soaking the surrounding area in a filthy rain curtain.

"Wow~!"

"ah--!"

The heretical creatures that were approaching, especially those fat "little guys", were immediately crushed into bloody remains by Tiberos' "Advent".

The sound of the pus bursting mixed with the sharp screams echoed around.

Some smaller twisted creatures were directly blown away by the impact and crashed into the enemy formation behind them.

However, Tiberus's offensive did not stop.

The moment he landed, he stood as tall as a mountain, and the chain saw power claw in his hand quickly raised, drawing countless scarlet arcs.

Buzz! Buzz! Stab!

The claw blade flashed with beating scarlet arcs, and with the blessing of high-frequency vibration and chain rotation, it made a scalp-numbing scream.

As the claws swept across, the heretical creatures around him were torn apart easily like paper. The residual limbs and corrupted blood spurted out, dyeing the air with a strong smell of corruption again.

The scene of pus and flesh intertwined made the battlefield instantly become a stage for Tiberos' massacre.

Every move he makes is precise and deadly, showing an unparalleled "art of killing", turning those heretics who try to get close into silent dust.

"roar--!!"

But the Jiralhanae beasts, which had swelled to nearly four meters in height due to corruption, were not at all deterred by Tiberos's ferocious performance.

Their rotten and swollen bodies are covered with pustules and tentacles, even the power hammers they wield are even connected to their palms and arms, completely inseparable.

At the same time, they also let out a low roar and launched a siege towards Tiberos.

Every step they take leaves deep traces on the muddy ground, accompanied by the stench of rotten liquid splashing everywhere.

To the Jiralhanae, Tiberos who "dares" to rush into the enemy formation alone is simply committing suicide.

Although they used to be no match for the Astartes in single combat, they can besiege them. What's more, they are now blessed by their "loving father"!

It's a pity

Tiberos is not an ordinary Astartes, nor is he a being that can be "killed" by Jiralhanae through sheer numbers.

Even though Jiralhanae have been strengthened to varying degrees by their "new masters", they are still not infallible.

The moment they tried to form a circle of encirclement, Tiberos' figure suddenly blurred, and then turned into an almost uncaptured afterimage.

He was so fast that not even the Shark's company guards could fully see him.

Tiberos's movements were fluid and fluid, like a dance of death, and the chainsaw's power claws became the star of the show.

Buzz! Buzz! !

Accompanied by the tearing sound of the chain rotating, corrupted flesh, flesh and pus splattered everywhere where the claw blade passed.

The siege of more than a dozen Jiralhanae beasts collapsed instantly, and their huge bodies were accurately cut into stumps, turning into useless pieces and scattered on the ground.

A Jiralhanae tried to swing a power hammer, but it didn't even have a chance to complete the action. Its severed arm and half of its body flew into the air, and finally fell heavily into the corrupt mud.

In less than a blink of an eye, Taboros used overwhelming strength to sweep away all those who came close.

At this moment, his movements came to an abrupt halt, and the cold, scarlet-colored eye monitor locked onto the last Jiralhanae that had just rushed out.

! !

This move immediately stunned the Jiralhanae.

Its steps suddenly stiffened, and its empty eyes seemed to have been cleansed, becoming translucent and clear.

Fear replaced all madness and bloodthirst. It looked blankly at the bloody scene of its kindred being chopped into pieces, its eyes filled with shrinkage and despair.

It took a step back almost subconsciously, the pustules and tentacles all over its body trembling slightly with fear.

"Oh, offal is offal after all."

Taboros sneered, his sarcastic metallic tone full of disdain.

Before he finished speaking, the palm of his right hand covered with a high-speed rotating chain, like the claws of a "real devil", suddenly clasped on the head of the Jiralhanae beast in front of him.

Bah—poof—! !

With the blood-curdling tearing sound, the Jiralhanae didn't even have a chance to struggle. Its huge head was completely shattered by the sharp blade of the chain saw's claws. Corrupted plasma and foul-smelling pus splashed everywhere, contaminating it. The already rotten surface.

The broken body collapsed to the ground like a rag that had lost its support, unable to move anymore.

But Taboros still raised his right foot and crushed it completely, ensuring its complete death and avoiding future troubles.

Even though the heretic seems to be really dead, he will not make the mistake of "not giving the opponent an opportunity to take advantage of him because he didn't use the last shot to finish the last shot."

And, this is just the beginning.

Tiberos did not stop, his body was like a steel fortress on the battlefield, and he continued to advance with an unshakable attitude.

Ri——bang bang bang!

The attached rotating bolter cannon roared and spewed flames, mercilessly pouring bullets into the "stinking tide" surging in the distance.

These 1.0 caliber high-explosive bolts are undoubtedly the best weapons to fight against these twisted creatures. They kill people with a touch, and the fat and corrupt bodies of the heretics are directly broken into pieces.

What's more deadly is that after the high-explosive bolt triggers the metal hydrogen reaction of the warhead, the scene instantly becomes extremely shocking-

Boom-boom-! ! !

Countless explosion points like miniature suns bloomed in the underground city one after another.

The explosion of each ammunition will release a pure, "warm" radiance, which forms a strong contrast with the morbid vitality that permeates the underground city.

The fragile buildings were destroyed in an instant, the tentacle-like living vegetation was burned to ashes, and the heretics who crowded in one place and tried to attack did not even leave dregs.

Moreover, there are still 6,000 high-explosive arrows stored in the ammunition box under the power backpack of Tiberus, which is enough to support his long-term fierce firepower coverage.

What's more, Tiberus also has a micro-missile launch chamber with a built-in tactical equivalent of metal hydrogen warheads.

When faced with a situation that is forced, he can directly "annihilate" the entire underground city.

Whether from the intensity of fire suppression or the effect of psychological deterrence, the leader of the Man-eating Shark Legion is single-handedly beating the enemy who is several times larger than himself without any resistance.

At the same time, other corners of the battlefield are not calm either.

"Die! Hahaha! Die!"

"For the Dark Raven! For the Emperor!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The violent and barbaric metallic war cry also resounded throughout the underground city.

Every sound is mixed with excitement, fanaticism, and even a little morbid "ecstasy".

The man-eating sharks of the company guards showed their most ferocious side, and their fighting style was completely different from the secretive and cautious Raven Guards.

At this moment, they were like a group of bloodthirsty sharks that were completely enraged, facing the waves of heretics that were thousands or even tens of thousands times more numerous than themselves with a fearless attitude.

The company guards' movements on the battlefield were also smooth and flowing, and like their company commander, they were full of violent beauty.

And when they emptied the first magazine, without any hesitation, they all attached their "inconvenient" bolt guns to their leg armor through magnetic locks, so as to free up their hands and switch to more "lethal" melee weapons.

The long-handled power axes, power spears, and chainsaw axes in their hands became tools for wantonly harvesting morbid and corrupted lives.

Every swing would set off a bloody storm, and both the Jiralhanae and the small heretics were powerless to resist the tearing of these weapons.

Buzz-boom!

The screaming of chainsaw axes mixed with the muffled sound of flesh tearing, interweaving into a symphony that made the heretics shudder in the corrupt air.

The battlefield soon turned into a bloody "meat grinder" because of these company guards.

Looking down from a high place, the area on the edge of the swamp was covered with corrupt green blood and filthy pieces of meat, as if hell itself had descended here.

Moreover, this wild fighting method was not delayed, but advanced step by step with high efficiency.

The performance of the Man-eating Shark Company has completely subverted the traditional impression of the Raven Guard.

They are no longer like those elite troops known for stealth, flanking and precise strikes, but more like predators driven crazy by hunger, looking for pleasure and satisfaction of "slaughter" in the flesh and blood of the enemy.

It may be that Tiberus's "alternative" style has influenced the entire company, turning these Raven Guards into more brutal and deadly man-eating sharks.

After all, from a tactical point of view, the most reliable plan should be to hold the position and wait for the support of the 2nd and 3rd assault platoons to arrive.

After the position is successfully held, the fleet can be further coordinated to dispatch the brothers of the 4th assault platoon, the 5th and 6th support platoons, and more biological weapons and mechanical weapons can be mobilized at the same time.

The addition of fresh forces will ensure that the Man-eating Shark Company can gain a foothold in the underground city and form a strategic advancement node.

Then, the core combat force of the company, including the company commander and company champion like Tiberus, and the company guards equipped with sophisticated weapons and equipment, can assist professional special agents under the cover of the heavy artillery of the position to launch a surprise attack on the core area of ​​the heresy.

The mission objectives may include searching for the specific source of chaos erosion, collecting key information about the subsequent invasion of the subspace, and even trying to capture a high-value heretic individual to obtain more intelligence through interrogation.

However, such a rigorous and thorough combat plan has not been effectively implemented here.

The captain of the Man-eating Shark and his guards were obviously not interested in "holding their ground".

On the contrary, they chose a bolder, even almost crazy path, that is, relying on a force of only 100 people, they took the initiative to advance deep into the enemy's line to expand the depth of the battlefield and provide cover and buffer time for the brothers and support who arrived later.

Such combat decisions and actions undoubtedly went beyond the scope of conventional tactics.

In fact, this fighting style of fighting with fewer people and not considering retreat at all is usually only dared to be carried out so wantonly by the Primarchs who lead the Honor Guard.

After all, the strength of the Primarchs can ensure that they can "turn over" any monsters.

Although the current Primarchs are often deliberately calculated and trapped due to lack of experience when fighting against the forces of Chaos, especially those evil gods hiding in the depths of the Warp.

But the Primarchs have a "direct bond" with the Emperor.

Even if the Primarchs fall into a trap, the Emperor can detect it at the first time and provide help.

The Dark Angels Captain in charge of the "Trench Crusader" universe dared to lead the company champion and the company guards to rush to the Hell plane alone in order to compete with Athena and the "uncle" generation of the Grey Knights.

Moreover, based on intelligence, the Dark Angels believed that they did have the strength to kill through Hell, but they almost "turned over" when fighting against the Lord of Hell, Satan.

Fortunately, the captain burst out with a strong will and belief at the critical moment.

The most important thing is that he also let the Emperor "witness" his true appearance and the situation on the scene, so as to avoid the end of annihilation.

As for the Man-eating Sharks.

Their loyalty and faith in the Emperor are beyond doubt, but whether they can reproduce the scene of the Dark Angels is questionable.

Of course, when Tiberus and the company guards began to "reversely encircle" the seemingly endless wave of heretics, the two Knight mechas that remained in a hovering posture were not idle.

Seeing that the company commander and his brothers expanded the front in a short moment, the Man-eating Shark pilots responsible for controlling the body immediately turned on the weapon system.

The 140mm caliber plasma artillery regiment and the 80mm Gauss tracer spike cannon burst out dazzling beams in the dark environment of the underground city, ruthlessly tearing apart the enemy's army in the distance.

The firepower of the two Knight mechas not only shocked the enemy, but also provided the most perfect firepower support for Tiberus and the company guards at this stage.

Boom-boom--!

At this time, more than 500 man-eating sharks from the 2nd and 3rd assault platoons on standby on the surface also adopted the "free fall" method to pass through the gap channel and hit the area on the edge of the swamp one after another.

And, it was precisely because of the crazy actions of brothers such as Tiberus that the "landing process" of the 2nd and 3rd assault platoons was extremely stable, and they did not suffer much firepower from the heretics.

"Hahaha! Leave me some scum to kill, brother!"

"Die! Die!!"

"Take the souls of you scum and feed them to the emperor! Hahaha! Merit! Merit!"

Therefore, after landing and standing firm, more than 500 man-eating sharks also issued extremely "fanatical" and "barbaric" war cries, and cooperated with the company commander and the brothers of the company guards to reversely surround the stinking wave of heretics.