Perhaps because of the fact that I had been with the psionics for a long time, the wolves were not too surprised when I found a heavy weapon and a few heavy grenades out of nowhere. Only Verheim muttered quietly, looking interested, but didn't ask any more. However, when I copied the set of weapons that were exclusive to the Terminator fighters, everyone was not calm.

The Power Warhammer, also known as Thor's Hammer, is an extremely heavy and powerful melee weapon. Its hammerhead is about the size of a fifty-kilogram bucket, and due to the use of metals such as adamantite gold with extremely high density and hardness, its weight is close to a ton, and even if the power field is not turned on, it is enough to smash most of the power armor except for the Terminator. It was so heavy that a normal Space Marine's weight with normal power armor was not even comparable to this weapon, and it could only be used with two hands, and only the powerful power system of the Terminator could swing it with one hand. The power field on it is incomparably powerful, and due to the high power consumption, it does not integrate power supplies like other power weapons, but must use an external power supply. I powered it with the battery pack of the individual laser cannon, barely making it shine, and it couldn't run at full power, and maybe only the powerful furnace of the Terminator armor could make it work at full power - but it didn't matter, in terms of brute force, my strength was much stronger than that of the Terminator.

The storm shield is a thick iron plate in the shape of a cross, standing on the ground enough to cover most of my body, although it is not as heavy as the Thor's hammer, but at least it is three or five hundred kilograms, even if the power field is not opened, it is enough to block all small and medium-caliber firepower. When the crackling lightning lights up, it is an impassable wall of thunder.

Such a hammer shield combination can be said to be the perfect melee weapon, both attack and defense can be perfect, the only fly in the ointment is that due to my own size limitations, I can't put the hammer shield in front of me, if I want to have enough space to wield the war hammer, the shield is better to put behind me, which is really awkward. If it weren't for the need for power, I'd love to throw the hammer out and smash it.

Paired with such a powerful weapon, I naturally became the center of everyone's attention, and everyone was looking at me with the eyes of a monster. The Grey Hunter in particular, who didn't need to read his mind at all, and I could tell that he must be tempted to snatch the weapon away by now - with your little strength?

As we stepped into this bloody and brutal battlefield, I began to feel the harbingers of battle. The ground trembled slightly, and we could hear that the huge monster was coming towards us, and judging by the frequency, the monster must have more than two legs.

However, we only paid attention to the big movement, but we didn't expect that the first thing that came out of the hole in the gate opposite was a group of crazy infidels - oh, it seems a bit nonstandard to say that it is infidels, ordinary pagan soldiers are at least equipped with perfect guns and armor, but these are much shabby, most of them are naked**, and their bodies polluted by chaos distortion have not become strong and horrific mutations, but look dry and thin, as if a gust of wind can blow them down, and the ones in their hands are not professional weapons, Rather, they were all sorts of tools, some even with their bare hands - they were a bunch of slaves.

They usually do all kinds of rough physical work, and they are sent to the front line as cannon fodder during the war. These lowliest and lowliest beings have little fighting power or morale, and the only thing that drives them forward is the horror of death. Although they pose little threat to us, we have to devote some of our attention and ammunition to them, so that they can complete the mission they have been sent to buy the real enemy behind them enough time to get into the advantageous position. We're disgusted by this tactic, but we have to be reactive, otherwise we won't be able to concentrate on fighting the Demon Engine with them around.

The energy of the laser cannon can't be wasted on this kind of cannon fodder, and the fangs retreated to the back. Greyhunter shoves the safety bolt back into the molten bomb and pulls out the chainsaw to fend off. The enemy was so dense that he couldn't stop it with a chainsaw, so he slammed into it with his body, knocking them to the ground with his massive steel body, and then trampling them with his feet. The blaster at his waist also fired, each bullet piercing three to five enemies. I followed him, and before I could swing my hammer against the enemies he had missed, I picked up my lighter shield and struck them to death.

The flood of slave cannon fodder seemed like a lot, but in fact there were only thirty or forty of them, and it only took us a few seconds to be slaughtered, and they could not leave even the faintest scratch on our armor until they were extinct. Shun Lì's killing made us feel happy and morale high, and without hesitation, we walked towards the hole in the floodgate with corpses all over the ground.

I looked up at the hole, which was more than four meters high and wider than the front of the Riemanrus tank. It takes such a big hole to get through guò, and it looks like we're about to face a big guy.

Hey, something is wrong...... There were footsteps getting closer and closer just now, why are they gone?

Suspicious, I suddenly received a warning from the rune priest behind me, "Come back!" "It's not words, it's the clearest of spiritual messages. I quickly stopped, and let out a spiritual energy that dragged the gray hunt in front of me behind me. At the same moment, a dark red afterimage flashed, and the body of the gray hunter was nailed into the floor like a giant spear.

Demon flesh with a rusty red and uneven surface. The ugly creatures formed a tortuous leg nearly three meters long, with the squeak of steel grinding between the joints, driven by a hydraulic power unit and terminated by shiny metal claws. It's a demon engine's leg!

Before he could hit the ground, Grey Hunt dropped a hot melt bomb, which was impartially attached to the hydraulic cylinder at the joint of the giant leg, which was also the place where the demonic flesh on the leg could not be completely covered. The next moment, the bomb exploded, destroying the cylinders with a scorching jet of metal, and the black hydraulic fluid that leaked out of it swooped down on me with a disgusting demonic aura.

With the tooth-aching sound of metal grinding and dull footsteps, the thing on the other side of the gate slowly moved to the front of the hole, and I saw its body. It was about the size of a Chimera, with six long twisted mechanical legs, two of which were broken. Maybe it's the result of the battle caused by the emperor ** who sacrificed before. Its chassis was nearly two meters above the ground, and its boxy body was equipped with two cannons, one large and one small, on each side. At first glance, it looks a lot like a crab with a few legs missing, rampage with huge pincers. The pair of pincers were terrifying weapons that could break even seemingly indestructible Terminator armor, and those legs that seemed to be only used for walking at a glance actually had lethal strength and sharpness. A large part of the Imperial soldiers who had died earlier had been impaled and pinned to the ground by its mechanical legs, bleeding helplessly to death.

"Beware!" Fangs raised the laser cannon and shouted, "This is a demonic engine of apophobia. It's called ...... in our archives What's going on? ”

"What is it called, me?" Greyhunter reached out for another of his hot melt grenades, "All I know now is that it's going to be a pile of scrap metal soon." ”

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