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Graves rested for a while, and when he felt that his injuries had healed, he struggled to get up from the ground, limping and dragging a limp out.

As he walked, the sharp pain from the wound pierced Graves' nerves, causing him to feel that something was wrong.

"It doesn't make sense, these injuries should have healed a long time ago, why are they still bleeding."

Graves picked up his shattered blaster and leaned against the bloody wall, looking down and clasping his fingers into the fist-sized hole in the power armor.

As Graves' fingers dug in, a stinky black blood flowed down from the wound, and then Graves's fingers that reached into the wound felt a foreign object, and he pinched it hard and pulled it out.

"Tearing ~~~~~~~~"

A thick stream of black blood spurted out of the wound, and Graves didn't care about it at this point, his palm raised in front of him, and his fingers pinched a swarthy exploding bullet with tiny profane runes carved into it.

"I see!"

It dawned on Graves that it was the warhead with curses and blasphemy attached to it, and it was these Chaos specialties that prevented the astonishing healing power of the Space Marines and kept Graves weak.

And the original ability of the muscles and power armor to repel foreign objects on their own no longer works, and you need to dig out the warhead by yourself, otherwise the wound and power armor will not be able to heal and repair on their own.

After understanding the reason, Graves was not ready to dig up the warhead by himself, because it was unrealistic, he knew how many warheads he had on his body, not to mention the number of them, and some of them also penetrated the defense of the muscles and stuck directly on the bones.

Without professional tools, Graves would not have been able to dig it out with his fingers anyway.

Graves picked up the brawler on the ground, wiped the brains and blood from it, and then plunged it back into his waist before leaning against the wall and walking outside.

As for why Graves didn't pick up the blaster and chainsaw sword on the ground to use!?

First of all, these weapons are used by the Chaos Space Marines themselves, and they generally have a genetic binding program on them, and without the unlocking of the mechanical non-commissioned officer, Graves, as an enemy, cannot use them anyway, and those weapons have been polluted by Chaos psionic energy, and before they are purified, Graves cannot use these weapons, otherwise it will easily lead to depravity.

Graves limped across the corpses of the Chaos Space Marines strewn across the ground, and it took a moment to reach the exit of the hallway.

As soon as he walked out, Graves looked up and saw the night watch soldiers lying on the ground in the original hall, and even the space marines saw three people lying on the ground, and several mortal doctors were scrambling to heal, but the remaining seven star marines were nowhere to be seen.

Seeing such a scene, Graves was shocked - could it be that all the other Space Marines were killed?

Thinking of this, Graves raised his hand to a Night's Watch physician who was running towards him, and asked loudly.

"What's going on, how can your casualties be so large, and what about the rest of my men?"

The Night's Watch Medic ran up and was about to bandage it, but found that he had no idea where to start, the ordinary bandages couldn't cover it at all, and the medical kit he was carrying didn't work against the Space Marines, and the needles on it were not of the right type, and they couldn't pierce the skin and muscles of the warband commander.

Seeing the Night's Watch doctor's plight, Graves muttered.

"This is a curse, you can only use surgery to remove the warhead, you don't have to waste your mind, you go to the pharmacist now and let him deal with it!"

After saying that, the night watchman reacted, turned around and ran quickly into the distance, and the two night watch soldiers automatically followed, in case he was in danger.

Graves asked again aloud, but before the Night's Watch soldiers could answer the question, seven Space Marines running in the distance, one of the non-commissioned officers of the Third Company, answered Graves' question on their own.

He ran to Graves, still with blood that had not yet coagulated, both enemies and his own.

"Company commander, I'm sorry! The enemy has just arrived with a thaumaturgist whose dread and fireballs have killed and wounded three of our brothers and our brothers of the Night's Watch. Then, after I had taken him with my brothers, I ran to look for you, and found your battlefield, but not you, until we had a brother of the Night's Watch inform me that you have returned, Company Commander.

But company commander, what are your injuries!? ”

Graves waved his hand.

"You can't die, it's the warhead with curses and blasphemy that prevents the wound from healing! What about the casualties of our brothers! ”

"Report! In the third company, the first squad seriously injured five people, one of the brothers had a broken thigh and needed to be replaced with a mechanical prosthetic, two brothers had their arms shattered, and two brothers were moderately injured, which slightly affected their combat effectiveness. ”

"In other words, your squad has now lost seven-tenths of its combat effectiveness!?"

Graves was very emotional, he didn't expect his troops to suffer such heavy losses in a while, and even himself was seriously injured in the blink of an eye.

"Forget it, order the remaining three brothers to cooperate with the Night's Watch and other mortal troops to be stationed here, and never allow any enemy to pass through here, I will use the communicator to find out about the situation of the other extermination troops."

With that, Graves sat down on top of an alloy ammo box to relieve the fatigue caused by the loss of a lot of blood on his body, and at the same time picked up the communicator and dialed the communicators of the other brothers.

In the communication, Graves learned that it was not only the Graves squad that was attacked, but also the other three advancing Space Marine squads, and even the Wolf Guard team, which was playing soy sauce in the back and cleaning up the heathen in the corner.

But their situation is not bad, after all, no one is as unlucky as Graves. It just so happened that before he could replenish his ammunition, he encountered an ambush, causing Graves to be unable to release all of his lethal skills, and was forced to enter the melee combat that he was not good at.

Then, in desperation, Graves faced the enemy in the narrow corridor with a shot rifle with a depleted ammunition and a blaster pistol with only eight rounds, and finally turned the tables with a high-explosive grenade and a fighting knife under the bruises.

This tragic situation will be a stain on Graves' life of being ridiculed by other followers. (To be continued.) )