The Heavy Bolt Gun fires a scorching rain of steel with its highest rate of fire, and it is no longer audible at all when it is fired, but it is connected into a high-pitched whistling like a chainsaw cutting through steel. In an instant, as the flying bullet casings fell to the ground, the demons around us were also torn apart one by one, turning into wisps of green smoke and disappearing around.

But with Chaos Warlocks hiding nearby, there won't be just so many enemies. The energy of chaos gathers again, summoning more bloodletters. At the same time, the hatch at the other end of the corridor opened, and another group of pagan soldiers burst out, and as soon as they entered, they quickly formed up and fired at Harvey with dense fire. Harvey had to turn his gun on them, shrinking behind the shield as much as possible to dodge the laser beam, and countering with a more violent barrage. Mortal heretics don't need to expend a lot of bullets to take out like a bloodletter, a full inch-diameter heavy explosive bullet can tear a person apart with just one piece, even if they're wearing carapace armor, and the wide, straight hallways have no place for them to hide. Beams of fire swept by, and in just a few seconds, more than thirty enemy troops were reduced to pieces of flesh and blood under this precise blow. There may have been more behind them, but in the face of such horrific and efficient killing, they completely lost the will to fight, and fled without showing up.

Next, Harvey turned his gun around to support us. Even though we were trying our best to entangle the newborn demons, what worried me finally happened. A demon that had been shot several times but was still alive disappeared in front of me, teleported behind Harvey and raised its crimson magic sword aloft in the air.

"Beware ......," I warned, hoping that the battle-hardened veteran would have the instincts to spot and avoid the attack from behind. But Harvey only reversed his angle a little and continued firing at the other demon.

It wasn't until the demon stabbed the sword into his back that Harvey seemed to notice the other party's existence. The shot of the heavy bolt came to an abrupt halt, and Lieutenant Colonel Harvey suddenly let out a loud cry, stretched out his left arm to the back and up at an angle that ordinary people couldn't do, pinched the demon's neck, and slammed it in front of him, then picked up the heavy bolt and smashed it down, piercing its body with a tripod.

After seeing the demon that attacked him completely dissipate, Harvey slowly fell to his knees behind the heavy blast gun, lying on it, motionless.

Although none of them completely pierced the body, we could all tell that the stab was on the left chest. If Harvey weren't the type with a heart on the right side of the world, he would have died.

We were furious by the fall of our comrades, and although we had only known each other for a short time, the lieutenant colonel, who was somewhere between middle-aged and old, had already proved that he was worthy of being a good soldier with his superb marksmanship and swordsmanship. The thought of the sudden fall of such a veteran, who had been born and died on the battlefield for almost thirty years, and who had left death behind him countless times, was accompanied by anger and deep sorrow as a fellow defender - even though I had become almost numb to the fact that I had witnessed the fall of my comrades thousands of times.

Before more bloodletters can be summoned, we roar and slash all the enemies in front of us to pieces. Add then used his sword to carve sacred runes into the walls and floors to expel the chaotic energy from the area and create a relatively pure and holy space, while I poured cans of high-concentration promethium fuel on the remaining flesh and blood of the enemy, and then burned them to ashes with a single fire.

Then we walked over to Harvey. I didn't dare to look down at Harvey's body, if I had been the fireman in the battle, it would not have ended like this.

"The Emperor knew his loyalty and bravery, and thought he had accomplished his mission, and let him rest in peace. He was sheathed with his sword, unsheathed from his armor, cleansed with incense and holy oil, and stood on the right side of the emperor until the final holy war came, when he would be draped again with us for the final glory......" Eddie recited the prayer as briefly as he could.

We are on the battlefield and do not have the luxury of time to mourn our comrades. On the other hand, we couldn't find anything else to do, and restoring the power of the hangar gates required the power of mechanical sorcery.

Sylvia wasn't standing like we did, she leaned over and half-knelt beside Harvey. After a moment of silence, she suddenly said, "I think he should be able to save him." ”

How is this possible? Although we don't dare to use psionic perception in the chaotic territory, even if we only observe it with the naked eye, the huge wound on Harvey's back is not only mortal, but even a space soldier with two hearts is likely to be unable to withstand it. Although it didn't seem like much blood was coming out, the bloodletter's scorching magic sword had a burn wound effect.

Sylvia grabbed Harvey's right arm and lifted it up, signaling that there was still a pulse on it.

I squatted down and took it and touched it, the suspicion in my heart suddenly turned into shock, and then look at the state of his soul, although the body is extremely weak, but the soul is still bright as a torch, and a firm will may not be able to defeat death, but it is the most basic condition for defeating death. My mind raced through the collection space, and all sorts of potions were scattered around me.

Analgesics, cardiac agents, hemostatic agents, anesthetics, stimulants......

I felt like my efforts were all useless, all out of self-comfort, "Look, I did my best," and that's it. Under normal circumstances, when encountering such an injured comrade-in-arms, the most correct way is undoubtedly to make up for a shot in his head to end his pain in time. But what if a miracle does happen?

"Wake up quickly, you haven't completed the Emperor's mission......" I muttered silently, holding a large needle in my hand and plunging it hard into his chest. However, instead of the feeling of piercing into the flesh, the feedback came back to something hard. When I looked up, I saw that all the needles were bent.

By the way, he seems to have put his carapace armor under his military uniform. Several precious potions were wasted......

But when I tore off his uniform, I was surprised to find that it wasn't carapace armor at all.

That's a mechanical body!

Originally, I thought he had just replaced his left arm with a mechanical body. It now appears that the machinery on his body also includes his left shoulder and part of his left chest, and the extended metal shell covers the entire chest and back.

I've seen quite a few We've seen We've had mechanical bodies, but most of them were just prosthetics. This is the first time I've seen a large part of the torso like this. After all, our defense force is not a priest of the Mechanicus Cult, and we will only be equipped with mechanical parts after an injury and amputation, and it is impossible for us to take the initiative to remove a part of our body. And like Harvey right now, what kind of Cheng dù did he get seriously injured that time?

…… He lost his left arm, left shoulder, left lung, and maybe even his heart. Because I probed his interior with psionic energy, I found his mechanical heart, which had ceased to work.

This discovery gave me great hope. Since Yan Zòng's trauma failed to knock him down, wouldn't it be pediatric this time? Now, we only need a mechanical priest to restore him to good condition......

It's mechanical sorcery again, the Emperor willing...... I can't help but feel a little nostalgic for the days when Ah Da was around.

In the midst of the silent waiting, the sound of sonorous footsteps sounded at the other end of the hallway, and Sylvia hurriedly dragged the heavy blast rifle and waited.

"Calm, it's your own people." The individual radar shows a green dot of light representing friendly forces.

In front of us were three dark blue painted Space Marines with a small team of about a dozen mechanical slaves. As I remember, each of these Storm Guardian fighters could be used as a technician.

Emperor bless!

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