Taking advantage of the high morale and the gradual tacit cooperation between each other, we began a round of strong and fierce attacks, opening several corridors in a crushing attitude, turning hundreds of heretics into sacrifices to the emperor in just ten minutes, and even a few Chaos Space Marines were caught off guard by our surprise attack. While the number of kills is a bit unimpressive compared to the thousands, at least it's a big step closer to the bridge.

It's a pity that morale can't be an infinite substitute, and after high-intensity battles, the heavy equipment on our bodies weighed us down, which made me miss the relaxed feeling of fighting in a gravityless environment. The nun with power armor was fine, but Sylvia and I had to stop and catch our breath. And the consumption of bullets and grenades was also very large, so I had to pull Sylvia to find a secret weapon storage room to replenish it, and by the way, I was very happy to find a heavy weapon.

So Sister Ashwarya took possession of the heavy flame gun and left the mortar for me and Sylvia. We can't carry a heavy weapon on our own like a nun, we have to form a heavy weapon team of two. The mortar is not very suitable for use inside a spaceship as a curved weapon, but it can actually be loaded with a shotgun and flattened for close fire, like an oversized shotgun.

Throwing a flashbang and taking advantage of the enemy's confusion for a moment, a flaming dragon nearly a hundred meters long could instantly sweep away a corridor or a cabin, leaving only the charcoal dust on the ground and the smell of burning promethium fuel in the air. The smell made Sylvia almost sick, but for me and the nun it was a delightful fragrance. The nuns in their excitement often held the trigger until all the fuel was gone, which often led to a thin area of oxygen and the danger of suffocation.

But as you get closer to the bridge, the enemies become denser, patrols become more frequent, and the Chaos Space Marines make up a larger percentage of the enemy, making it more difficult to fight, even with powerful weapons. The infidels said that even if they sat on their corpses and rested, there were few accidents, as if they were scattered without any connection with each other. But the Chaos Space Marines are very closely connected and organized, and many times we launch a surprise attack on one or two, and before the battle is over, more of their kind will come to the rescue, and often with a large number of infidels cannon fodder, putting us in danger of being attacked from the back.

Heavy Spitfire and Shotgun are still not powerful in the face of Space Marine's power armor, and those terrifying giants are perfectly capable of rushing in front of us in the face of flames and bullets. The danger of psionic backlash has not completely passed, and it is impossible for me to use my sword to fight more than one Chaos Space Marine in this state. As for the Battle Nun, her two bullies were more than enough cannon fodder for the infidels, and hand-to-hand combat with sadistic berserkers was pure death. Had it not been for Sylvia's knowledge of the terrain and her ability to decisively lead us into other tunnels and close the sealed doors to block the enemy, we would probably have been wiped out. But the sealed door couldn't stop the steel giants for too long, the thinner ones they could smash open directly or split with large axes, and the heavy ones could quickly collapse under the fire of heavy weapons. In terms of carrying heavy weapons, the enemy has a lot of advantages over us.

The heavy bomb machine gun did not have time to be erected, and the nun was directly allowed to shoot in her hand, and she didn't even have time to aim, relying on the barrage formed by the high rate of fire to suppress the enemy. The fuel canister also didn't have time to be loaded onto the flame gun, so it was thrown directly on the ground and shattered, and then shot and ignited. The mortar shell hits the fuse and throws it out as a grenade. Along the way, we brainlessly poured bullets, flames, and explosions behind us, not seeking to kill or inflict damage, just to stop the enemy for a moment, but the effect was not very ideal. The Chaos Space Marines are not just sturdy and steely, and the Evil God's blessing allows them to ignore the damage caused by conventional fire. …,

After several times, we didn't know how many more runs, and we lost several sets of heavy weapons, but only the original sidearm was still around. Fortunately, we were able to find a new arsenal in time every time, which gave us the courage to continue fighting. Ashwarya had grown accustomed to my bottomless backpack, so used to reaching for the fuel canisters and bullets she needed without reaching for them.

Even though there were only three of them, my inventory was rapidly dwindling despite such intense fighting. After all, my treasures are all picked up on the battlefield, and I usually pay attention to the collection of weapons, and I don't have much ammunition. If this continues, it won't be long before I run out of regular ammunition. Will the laser rifle be taken out then?

The sound of steel coming from the corridor behind him was getting closer and closer, mixed with the roar of "Blood Sacrifice Blood God". Now, there are more than ten berserkers chasing after us, and even if I am in my prime, it will be difficult to deal with them.

What else can I rely on? Rummaging through the stocks, there were enough heavy weapons to arm a company, but the ammunition for them had been almost squandered in the short time it had been transferred. The energy magazines of the laser rifles are still quite full, but the laser rifles can kill the raptor, but they may not be able to kill the berserker. After all, those who can fly are lightly armed.

No, I have more heavy weapons that I haven't brought out.

Running to the end of a long corridor again, Sylvia was trying to open the sealed door, but the normally easy task was now much more difficult. Listening to the sound of footsteps approaching behind me, I calmly ordered, "Stop, build a defense line in place." ”

He then threw a heavy blast to the nun and quickly assembled an automatic cannon himself, aiming it at the other end of the hallway.

"But......" the nun had some doubts, but her hand did not stop, and in the blink of an eye she had already loaded the chain and pulled the bolt, "can we ......?" ”

"The Emperor is here!" I yelled, "We are the most loyal fighters!" The Emperor protects us, and he will bring down his wrath and consume our enemies! Are you skeptical, nun? ”

"I have no doubts! The Emperor is here! The nun replied loudly, trying to overtake me in volume. But it was clear that she hadn't been trained to have the kind of voice that characterizes the military.

"Well, use your gaze to guide the Emperor's power! Unleash the Emperor's wrath with your weapons! ”

When the first Berserker's double-horned figure on his helmet appeared around the corner, Ashwarya fired. Each firing of the heavy bomb machine gun was accompanied by a deafening sound and dazzling fire, accompanied by thick, searing shells flying out of the shell throwing mouth. It's a pity that such a powerful heavy weapon can't play its due effect at all. Unlike the hand-held heavy explosive machine guns used by Space Marines and Battle Nuns, our defense forces generally have to be supported by a tripod to use, and the structure and aiming method of the guns are very different. The nun now fires the heavy explosive machine gun upside down in her hand, and can only take a rough aim by feeling, and only the first few bullets pass by the enemy, and the latter ones are fired into the top wall of the corridor with the muzzle of the gun. Even so, the nun, who was in a religious frenzy, still expressed extreme excitement, as if the loud noise and recoil were more pleasurable than the blood of the enemy. In fact, the muzzle flame had obscured her vision, and she could only hear it now.

Of course, the stray bullets flying everywhere more or less delayed the enemy's charging momentum, which was already the biggest result

Sensing that the enemy was almost all pouring into the hallway, I picked up the automatic cannon, then opened the psionic space, took out four cannonballs, and threw them over. …,

Certainly not such small-caliber shells for automatic cannons. This time, it was a heavy shell for the petrified lizard artillery. When I first saw it in Melved Picker's warehouse, I secretly hid at least half of the cardinal, but I didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly.

Although it is not as good as a real weapon of mass destruction such as ground-moving artillery shells, it is actually more than enough to deal with hoplites. Besides, the distance between the enemy and us is only a few tens of meters, and the ground moving shells are purely looking for death, and I don't dare to use too many ordinary shells at one time.

I pulled Sylvia by, and together they curled up behind the automatic cannon's shield, holding their heads in their hands and covering their ears.

"Boom!" Under the precise control, the four shells exploded with only one sound, and the incomparable light of fire and the sound of explosions filled the entire corridor. The power of heavy shells is so great that we are also within the kill range. If it weren't for the cannon shield that blocked the shock wave and fragments, Sylvia and I would have been riddled with holes - carapace armor would not have been able to hold out the fragments of shells.

As for the nuns, they have power armor and the protection of faith, so they shouldn't be as fragile as us mortals. If something happens to her, does it mean that her faith is not pious enough?

It took more than ten seconds for the explosion to subside, and the heavy bomb machine gun was still roaring. I looked up, and just as a heavy bullet casing flew into my face, it burned hard.

The nun did not take a step back from the impact of the explosion, and the weapon in her hand did not stop firing, and the bullet casings the thickness of my forearm were already spread at her feet. Until one of the bullets was finished, the bolt clicked, and the nun was still chanting the scriptures aloud and pulling the trigger.

It seems that the impact of such a large explosion on her is only a little deafness. Looking at the cannon shield, which had become uneven, I suddenly felt the need to be more religious.

As for the center of the explosion, those steel giants that were more than two meters tall are no longer that tall now. Most of them had been shattered, charred or still bright red flesh and entrails plastering the walls and floor. However, there are still a few relatively complete ones, and there is a Chaos Space Marine, who has only half of his body left, can still shout into the communicator.

"Champion, we are under heavy enemy fire, and it is large-caliber artillery. We're all annihilated, and we're in ......."

Before he could report the location, I interrupted him with an automatic cannon, turning him into the same bits and pieces as his comrades.

I'm not shooting like a nun, I've practiced it.