The Federation doesn't know much about Chaos. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But even so, even the slightest contact shows that there is no hint of good intentions in its existence.

Although we don't have enough understanding of chaos, the Federation's ability to collect and integrate intelligence still allows us to know a little bit about it. This is a brutal, evil, and scheming force that exploits the inherent inferiority of life to achieve its own evil intentions.

For them, the slightest compromise and concession is irresponsible to the citizens, because chaos likes to attack the defenseless people the most.

For example, the mangled corpse in front of me.

His torso had been cut in two from his waist, his head was gone, and all his limbs had been brutally removed and smashed into meat sauce.

Worst of all, his internal organs were also ripped out and laid out into a dirty, abstract sheep's head symbol.

Reeth squatted down and looked at the remnants of the cloth on the corpse, "It's the expedition team member of the pioneer station, he was torn off his limbs alive, then the internal organs and torso, and finally the head." ”

Then he stood up, and I couldn't see his face, but I felt an emotion really burning, and I knew it was anger.

As long as you are a member of the Union, you will not forget our mission, and everything in front of you is a blasphemy against it.

"Alpha, take note of this victim" Then, I turned to the eleven Marines and said, "Immediately set off and turn on the biosensor, protect all friendly troops and civilians"

"As for the chaos bastards" I paused to make sure everyone could hear what I was saying next, "I'm going to keep them in this Federation territory, not a single one"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!" With a frantic shout, a red-painted Chaos Space Marine, wielding a chainsaw axe, rushed at me. "Cranial sacrifice!"

My "warm" welcome to him was a plasma grenade, and the white plasma instantly burned him to the ground.

"Attention to all personnel, the attack is a type of chaos infected, activate the melee weapon system, and support it with full firepower."

I immediately broadcast it on the communication channel, then raised my phase sword and slashed a screaming cultist in half.

"Call Karl and send the company directly, we don't have enough people here."

"This is the Incident, we are suppressing the enemy ships, and we expect to send a second wave of marines in ten minutes." Sigma took over from Carl and answered my call.

I took a breath and said, "Okay, Rise, everybody, get down." ”

Then, I began to control the abilities that flowed through my body, converging them into a lightning bolt "Alpha, unlock the output valve"

"Output adjustments completed."

"Then let's get on!" With my roar, a network of bright blue electric light erupted and quickly tore through one of the Chaos Space Marines who were close to me, then jumped onto his nearest victim and cleared a dozen enemies in the blink of an eye. "All squad, speed up, we must find the other survivors before these madmen," I thought to myself.

If there is any.

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Be sure to hold this passage.

That's the only thing that's on Simon's mind right now.

Twisted humans howling wildly, and tall giants in unclean armor, it's hard to imagine that they're also of the human race.

But Simon had no way back.

He saw the section chief chopped to pieces by a giant in armor and hung his head on himself.

Then Simon shot him in the head.

At present, there are very few self-defense forces left in the temporary organization of the development station, and weapons and ammunition are becoming more and more scarce.

Five more skinny cultists rushed up, brainless and cruel humans, who were also rare evils in Simon's eyes.

At least in Simon's experience with the Alien Society of the Federal Academy of Sciences, there had never been a creature he had ever seen, or even dissected by hand.

So Simon decided to give them to the gods they were shouting about.

Simon fired a pinprick bullet that was unmistakably torn open in the chests of the first two cultists with electromagnetically accelerated conical munitions, and they fell to the side before they could even snort.

Then, Simon found himself having exhausted his last magazine. Simon then threw out the bayonet from his gun and rushed at the remaining three.

Simon was thankful for the infantry armor he had on his body, at least the offset shield that kept the bullets from the old powder rifles unharmed.

Soon, Simon approached the enemy, and with a quick stride, the sharp electromagnetic vibration monomolecular bayonet pierced the broken iron piece of the cultist's body, directly piercing him.

Then, Simon quickly stirred the bayonet in his hand, directly chopping the cultist's internal organs, interrupting his original movements with severe pain. Simon drew his knife and kicked the enemy who had lost the battle to the ground, glaring at the remaining two.

The cultist on the left looked at the accomplice who had fallen to the ground, then waved the cleaver in his hand and stabbed Simon in the abdomen. The cultist on the right picked up the automatic rifle in his hand.

Simon held the cleaver with his bayonet and quickly swung the butt of the gun, knocking him straight to the ground. Just then, the rest of the guys started firing. The backward gunpowder kinetic energy bullet hit the outer shield, stirring up bursts of sparks.

Simon completely ignored it, and with a wave of his bayonet, he cut off the head of the fallen cultist. Then, jumping forward, while unloading the bayonet, he deflected the automatic rifle of the cult head with an electromagnetic rifle, and then plunged the bayonet directly into the throat of the last enemy.

"See your gods, scum!"

Simon roared. But at that moment, he saw a mocking look in the cultist's eyes.

Simon looked down and saw a thread that was almost burned.

A violent explosion swept through the corridor.

"Ahem" Simon stood up in the smoke and dust, and the gray armor on his original body was now a few more damaged.

Simon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then activated the individual computer to check his condition.

"This is just the trouble" The situation is not optimistic, the ammunition is running out, and the shield is just being damaged.

But it's not time for despair.

Simon turned around and looked at the tattered passageway.

"It's enough to deal with these brainless lunatics."

Simon muttered to himself and instantly sketched out a plan that would sink him to his death.

However, there is nothing to hesitate about.

Simon is pretty sure of that.

He said that as long as he lived, he would not let a Chaos walk through this door.

He does what he says.