I've fought the Chaos Space Marines many times, whether it's a normal Warrior, a Heavy Fire Destroyer, a heavily armored Terminator, a Noise Warrior that is unique to certain legions, or even a spellcaster like the Thousand Sons Warlock. I feel that the most difficult of them is the raptor warrior in front of me, who has the same flight ability and high mobility as the Space Marines assault soldiers.

In the face of my casually cast spells that are dozens of tons of power, both heavy firepower and heavy armor are basically crushed, and their filthy power armor looks like a fragile snail shell to me. As long as the enemy doesn't have a numerical advantage, I can go head-to-head with any kind of Chaos Space Marine—except the Raptor Raptor. If other breeds are snails, birds of prey are like flies. The strength of my hands can crush a snail with ease, but the dexterity is far enough to catch a fly.

Like now, I've shot a chain of almost a hundred heavy bolts, even a hundred and eighty ordinary infantry or a dozen ordinary space marines should be killed by me, but the three birds of prey not only didn't suffer a single scrape, but also pushed a long distance towards me. I can see the details of the face of their helmets with the naked eye. If this continues, before I can put on a new chain, they will rush over and dismember me with their chainsaw axe, and then chop the Thunderbolt fighter under my feet to shreds.

In front of the raptor warriors who are advancing at high speed, the average defense soldier has few reliable countermeasures, and the only thing they can use is to concentrate many guns for fire, and if they are lucky, they may be able to shoot down one. As a flying class, the Raptor's armor is not destined to be too heavy, and even a laser rifle, jokingly called a flashlight, has a good chance of penetrating it.

But in any case, it is difficult to hit these flying iron monsters with the reaction speed and shooting level of mortals. Time doesn't allow me to shoot again - maybe I have the chance to do it once, but not a second time.

I need at least a platoon of infantry fire against them, or at least a little bit of delay.

Around my body, doors connected to the other dimension opened, and laser rifles flew out of my personal space, levitating at my side. Soon, I already had a full sixty laser rifles. No one cares about the threat of a single laser rifle, but with so many rifles unfurled in such a small space, even a Chaos Space Marine should be wise to circumvent it. Immediately, the two raptors changed direction and spun in a large arc to bypass my aiming. To tell the truth, when encountering this kind of irregular flight trajectory like a fly, it is difficult for even a platoon to make a precise attack, and if you keep an eye on it, you will be stunned by them.

Fortunately, I was delighted to find that not all Chaos was so wise, and that there was only one bird of prey left—whether it was the desire to kill that blinded me or the overconfidence in the armor—that rushed straight at me, raising the chainsaw axe in one hand and the blaster pistol in the other.

I held out a hand in front of him, and the thick bullets shot at me with a tail flame and stood harmlessly in front of me. Immediately after, I raised my other hand and slashed down violently ahead, "First shift, let's go!" The second shift, put! ”

Half a second apart, ten rifles at a time, two salvos weaved together a sparse web of beams, enveloping the reckless birds of prey. At least thirty percent of the fire hit him, two of which pierced his torso. He maintained the last position of that moment, and continued to fly dozens of meters by my side with his jetpack, flying into the vast space without stopping. His body is still intact, but it no longer deserves my attention. Perhaps he had fought for hundreds or even millennia as a warrior of Chaos, offering tens of thousands of Imperial soldiers and civilians as blood sacrifices to his evil gods, but his fate stopped there, stopping at the light of two flashlights. The judgment of the Empire may have come a little later than his sins, but it was meant to happen. …,

The laser rifle leaves only finger-sized bullet marks on hard objects such as steel plates or rocks, so many people ridicule its power. However, if it hits the human body or any other biological tissue, the terrifying thermal effect of the laser will cause the instant evaporation of water in the biological tissue while penetrating the body, and the violently expanding water can cause great damage inside the body like a cannonball. Even a modified superhuman body like a Space Marine, there is no hope of surviving after being pierced by two lasers.

The sudden warning made me subconsciously take a step away, and at the same time, a plasma fireball flew in front of me, hitting the Thunderbolt at my feet, melting a crater the size of a human head in the shell. The raptor with the plasma pistol was only a few dozen meters away from me, flying like a fly around the lightning at high speed. With his flying stance, even if I concentrated another forty rifles and fired a salvo at once, it would be difficult to hit. However, I realized that he was only harassing me, and that the real threat should have come from the last bird of prey out of my sight, armed with a two-handed chainsaw axe and no ranged weapons, and should be the captain of this raptor squad as it is customary.

The harassing raptor could ignore it, the slow rate of fire of the plasma pistol would never pose much of a threat to me, and as long as it didn't hit the same spot continuously, it wouldn't be able to cause much damage to the lightning. Although the Thunderbolt weighs only a quarter of the size of the Chimera, it is still a vehicle, and it is still too difficult to take out it with just one pistol.

Where did the captain go? Hiding while I was dealing with the first raptor?

Even the projection of his soul could not be found in subspace. These mutineers who have taken refuge in Chaos will always succeed easily in finding a way to hide themselves in subspace.

It was surrounded by a belt of rubble, the largest of which was a few points larger than the Thunderhawk, and the smaller ones smaller than the human body. The operator of the Thunderhawk in the distance was one less, and it was no longer possible to suppress us with a barrage like before, but the main gun on the back of the plane never stopped firing. Although the hit rate was a mess, the broken rocks also caused us a lot of trouble.

Obviously, Captain Raptor was hiding behind a rock, and when I showed the slightest slack, he would pounce on me with a chainsaw axe. I could feel a malicious gaze staring at me, but I didn't know where it was coming from.

It was also clear that the harasser, armed with a plasma pistol, was giving his captain a chance.

Then I'll give you this chance. I shimmered in the palm of my hand, wrapping around my hand like a bright silk thread. With a wave of my arm, lightning struck the Raptor Warrior.

Nothing happened, and the raptor was still flying well, intact.

At this moment, on the other side of the Thunderbolt Fighter, a meteorite with a diameter of more than two meters - barely enough to cover the size of a Space Marine - suddenly erupted a long tail flame to change its flight trajectory and crash into the Thunderbolt Fighter. I hurriedly cast my power, trying to deflect it a little bit. The stone was heavier than I had expected, and although it was smaller than Riemanrus, it was solid and quite dense. It's unbelievable that Captain Raptor's jetpack is so powerful.

Just as I was dealing with the rock with all my might, Captain Raptor came out from behind the rock, and before I could turn around, he had already swept past the lightning at an alarming speed and disappeared into the distant asteroid swarm.

Beneath my feet, the lightning shook violently, revealing a shocking crack at the base of one wing, and then the entire wing snapped. Suddenly losing her balance, Sylvia let out a high-pitched scream that made me almost lose the communicator. The plane shook out of control, and almost hit an asteroid several times. However, Sylvia was skilled after all, and it didn't take a few seconds for the badly injured plane to stabilize again. …,

"Stand up and face me! Coward! "With no enemy in sight, I could only roar and send a wide area of psionic shockwaves in the direction he was flying. There was silence in the real space, and there was a shrill and arrogant laugh in the subspace.

With a laugh, the lightning lost its wing, and the thruster suddenly erupted in a ball of fire, and then the whole thing burned. I hurriedly tore the entire thruster off the fuselage and threw it away before the fire spread. And the thunderbolt, which was easy to stabilize, fell into a situation out of control again.

Hot Melt Bomb! I immediately thought of the culprit for this situation. The moment he passed by, Captain Raptor not only chopped off the wings with an axe, but also absorbed a hot melt bomb on the thruster.

I'm mad. With unparalleled mobility, the other party has always firmly grasped the initiative and played me in the palm of his hand. I'm no longer searching for the escaped captain, I'm going to aim all the laser rifles around me at the flying fly and fire a salvo all at once!

All failed.

In order to penetrate the power armor of the Chaos Space Marines, I chose the maximum power shooting mode, which sacrificed the rate of fire while gaining a strong penetration, and waited three to five seconds for the rifle to cool down after a shot, which was enough time for the Raptor to calmly launch a counterattack.

He stopped flying around and raised his chainsaw axe and rushed straight at me. Before approaching, he still had time to shoot once with a plasma pistol.

I steadied myself and faced him head-on, neither dodging nor fighting back, watching as his plasma pistol exploded into a ball of fire, engulfing his entire arm and half of his shoulder. Then I gave up a little bit, letting the flaming stump fly past me, flying into the endless starry sky like his teammates. He didn't fly far though, as the spreading flames detonated his jetpack, this time engulfing his entire body in flames.

The curse of the mechanical spirit, this is the real spell I just cast on him, not just a simple lightning bolt. The power consumed by this move is almost negligible, but the effect is extraordinarily good. And the more sophisticated the opponent's weapon, the greater the chance of success, the more powerful, and the more gorgeous the effect.

I managed to pull one back, and I didn't have to pretend to be furious anymore. Seeing that Sylvia had once again stabilized her flight stance, I brought the communicator to my lips, "Now that the enemy has no ability to stop us, find our torpedoes." ”

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