About half an hour ago, in the city's last fortress, the blast slashed low in the air, the sound of the air breaking and the mechnistic gold fortress were punched out of the crater, and the two bursts of human weapons were destructive enough to split loyal mortals in two, even if the firing port designed by the mechs for the mech was only the size of a gun barrel and an eye.

The accuracy of the Space Marine surpasses the ability of human thinking, accurate, deadly, when the loyal soldier his weapon and his arm are blown off by a bomb, he collapses on the ground, the loyal is still not dead, he raises his companion, but there are no palms, bones and broken muscles in the place where the gun is held, the broken laser gun and his fate are the same, there is no possibility of fighting.

He didn't shout, he didn't scream, he just looked at his disabled arm scorched by the heat of the bomb and thought about how he would give himself to the emperor next.

The medical team brought artificial skin, hemostats, he didn't say a word, but said when the military doctor took out the painkillers. "This, don't give it to me, I can't get a gun, give it to someone else." Although he must be in pain, he just needs to live, and nothing else matters.

If a painkiller can prolong the war, if it can kill one more traitor, then it will outweigh his pain, in this crazy gladiatorial arena, no matter what it is, noble or lowly, powerful or ordinary, it is a trapped beast.

But no amount of dedication by a soldier could change the decadence of the war, the radio was shut down for unknown reasons, and the Imperial Guard in the sprawling fortress was left to fight alone, and if it weren't for the fact that the Skadis had been in a similar situation for a long time, they would have retreated out of fear.

The Void Shield has stopped, the Servants and Mechanic Priests have also come to a standstill, the guardian power has been massively reduced, only the basic power weapons are still operating, and the complex equipment involving the strong machine soul has all fallen into an eerie silence.

He could also understand that Phlaxia would not leave behind their war engines, they would have to stand by and wait for their souls to recover, and although their infantry would not be too bad, then the machines that represented the honor of the Empire would be left unguarded.

And if the meching can be activated, then the situation on the battlefield will change in an instant, and a Riemanus can also bring a lot of hope and make the traitors taste the pain.

The ensign could only wait, and the knight titan in the mechanical fortress could not be activated, and the strange electromagnetic interference made the mechs completely deactivated, as if they were dead.

When the Iron Man failed to move, the Imperial Guard could only drive victory with flesh and blood, armed with weapons that resembled walls, and exchanged flames and projectiles, lives and sacrifices for the traitors' sluggish footsteps.

The flames of life burned brightly on the pitch-black fortress, and in each of its firing holes, the power was incomparably strong, but the traitors were in order, the assault squads, the tactical squads, the Chaos Destroyers, the wind blast bombs could blow mortals apart with the cover, and the heavy plasma guns could melt the walls made of adamantite.

All the time loyalists are dying, the traitors are staggering, moving forward, and Meroving's powerful psionic energy is spreading, but Wyngar is not happy, Merovingian can't cover the Imperial armored forces kilometers away, but it is using all of its psionic energy to drive those forces.

One day, if they can't take it, they must give it up, or the Merovingian, who has run out of psionic energy, will be exposed to the fire of lion-tailed scorpions and petrified lizards.

It is also because of the presence of Meroving, Wyngar chose to completely abandon the vehicle, so far it seems that his choice is not wrong, even very accurate, the Red Pirates do not lack heavy armor, they just need to break through, break through those encirclements, take away the world, then the armor will become a burden.

His rough voice spread through the communicator with rage, and Meroving's deliberate retention of the traitors' communications and power armor was its most terrifying part.

At this moment, the timepiece is ripe, the distance between the troops is gradually closer, to the distance that the jumping backpack can touch, the supermen are ready to attack, they cover each other, and at this moment the sharpest blades of the space marines are about to cut through the sky, bringing death and despair.

"Assault squad, invade! Death from the sky! ”

"Death from the sky!"

Whoosh, sizzle, flames, jetpacks soaring, nightmare angels streaked across the sky, from the trenches, from hell, from traitors, mad and terrifying forces armed with explosive pistols and chainsaw swords, the killing and madness they represent are like curses.

If you want to ask the mortals of the empire, what is the best representative of Brother Astarte, then he will definitely answer, the assault team, the angel of the airdrop warehouse is coming, and the emperor is mighty, but at this moment, those things appear in front of him, and the despair and madness brought by them are even more difficult to erase.

With the God Emperor above, there seems to be no good thing in this world!

When the angels who once guarded the empire drew their swords against mortals, the soldiers of the 12th Infantry Regiment of Gray Engar were thrown into chaos, but the Skadian people remained steadfast.

"Shoot, shoot!" Heat, plasma, lasers, even if the angels moving at high speed are difficult to hit, Skadi's guns still don't stop, shooting, killing, crazy.

If one person misses, then two people, if two people can't do it, three, if three can't do it, the whole regiment, the strong firepower network even makes the flying bag troops have to choose a position where the flanks are weak but not easy to log in, and their honor power armor is also broken by the attack of heat rays, even the strongest shoulder armor is cracked, and even more wounded.

The strong will to fight allowed the Skadis to once again accomplish greatness that could be celebrated in the Empire, and if they survived, it could even be celebrated by his family's time, provided that they survived, of course.

Dozens of wings landed on the flanks of the pitch-black castle like doves, murderous and angry, like messengers of madness, their bright red armor and the traces of the eight-pointed star representing the gods' affection for them.

The screeching sound of electricity from their fallen grilles engulfed the almost inhuman shouts, and even mortals who approached them felt as if they had been bombed, their eardrums ruptured and their eyes bleeding.

"Death from the sky! Blood Donation Blood God! ”

The staff officer of the company shouted at this moment. "Fire, fire!" In the narrow and poor place, this is the outer wall of the castle, and there is no room for detours in the mortal position, they can only face the supermen.

Explosive bombs, chainsaw swords, and crazy things wreak havoc within the Imperial Guard, striding as if the loyalists were worthless, just a stone on the side of the road to kick away, and their target was the Heavy Explosive Bomb Group parked on the edge, or the Scady Elite Company, a threat to the Space Marines.

The fortress full of Imperial Guards is a headache for even the aliens in the galaxy, but for the Space Marines, just the level of daily training, and even the intensity of their superhuman training is far beyond the encirclement of mortals.

Lasers can't destroy their armor, but the Space Marines' powerful vision systems and modified reflex nerves can find the Imperial Guards who are armed with hot melt or heat rays.

At this moment, the non-commissioned officer wearing the crown of the Sadistic Warrior in the assault force instantly killed a Skadi soldier wearing a complete carapace armor, the existence of the monomolecular blade and the roar of the chainsaw sword were to destroy such individual armor, and the invincible carapace armor could even resist the sudden close shooting of the orcs, but it was torn apart by the chainsaw sword like tofu, and the flesh and raindrops scattered, wet on the armor of the space marine.

"Blood sacrifices to the god of blood, and the skull is sacrificed to the skull." His quick reaction time grabbed the upper body of the Skadi soldier, who was still conscious, lifted it in half, and swung it like a weapon to smash it into the mortal body, leaving a soldier unconscious in an instant.

And the lasers basically hit the remaining half of the carapace on the Skadi soldiers, and the thing used the body of the loyal as a shield and weapon, rushing forward, more intimidating and fearful than efficient, and such a battle suited his heart.

Furious laughter, the gifts of the gods, swirled within him, and he joined the forces of the Blackheart King to desire such a thing, but he was suddenly interrupted in the joy of killing, and his shoulder armor suddenly shattered, and he had experienced countless battles and tasted this weapon.

He wiped the marks from his shoulder. "Pulse Rifle?" He wondered, this was supposed to be a titanium alien thing, but...

He looked at the firing position, it was a young man with a nice but slightly immature look, holding a modified Titanium weapon, looking at him with almost hatred, this non-commissioned officer had killed many Imperial Guards, and knew their rank system.

"Ensign?" He said a little frivolously, but the mortal actually shot again, in front of him, the demigod, sending humiliation, the non-commissioned officer raised the Skadi soldier in his hand, and let the pulse rifle completely smash him, and then he said with interest.

"Brothers, don't do it, fence this place, I want to have a good time with this kid."

He threw away the gun in his hand, unloaded the jump bag, and shouted to the second lieutenant in a voice amplified by a grating machine, using only the chainsaw sword. "According to the honor of my former legion, I ask you to fight a heads-up duel, do you come down and fight me, or do we start hiding and seeking? Mortal? ”

He did this only because this kind of joyful duel is the most suitable for the love of terror, the power of destruction loves bravery and duel more than killing, and those chaotic things make up his complex mood, but this champion of terror knows very well how to manipulate the favor of his gods, that is, killing and duel.

And the ensign has no reason not to accept it, he knows very well that even if he does not accept it, this terrible demigod can slaughter all his brothers with his bare hands, and if he can delay this monster with ritual and honor, then the chances of victory in the battle will be greater.

"I promise you, traitor, but I won't lay down my arms."

The non-commissioned officer replied. "It's more fun that way." Just like the cat doesn't kill the mouse, but only enjoys its struggles, he prefers those who have the desire to resist more than mortals who are completely unable to resist.

The ensign stepped out of the bunker, and the Imperial Guards could only watch their commander go to his death, but they could not hinder them, and in front of the killing angels, they could only hold their guns and watch in fear as the demigods made by the Empire joked and teased them.

"Blood, I smell your blood, your heart beating, loyal to the blood of the Puppet Emperor Corpse Emperor." The non-commissioned officer wiped the solidified things from the chainsaw sword, and then evaluated the determination of the loyalist, which made him even more excited, and handed out those loyal souls to the terrorists, so that he could be rewarded even more.

That's why he took a fancy to the second lieutenant, a strong-willed person, who was very funny.

The lieutenant only felt that his heart had never beaten so fast in his life, the huge giant pressing down in front of him like a god, and the invincible weapons in his hands were like toy guns, fear and hesitation grew, but he quickly got out of that feeling.

The tension turned into a crazy adrenaline secretion, driving his ordinary flesh, the desire to survive with all his abilities, fear was useless, and only blood was needed to survive.

"To... To your gods... Say, say..."The lieutenant was slurred by the overlap of excitement and repression, his arms were shaking, no, his whole body was shaking, he couldn't stop it, because he could feel the weirdness and demigods in the heretic's body.

But the second half of his sentence was so articulate that even the most stupid Auglim could understand it. "You want blood, I'll give it to you!"

The hot winds of battle swirled high above the castle, and it was hard to imagine that such a large-scale interstellar war would pin victory and fate on such a duel, but people couldn't help but pay attention, and Wyngar didn't stop it.

The gods of chaos watched in the void, the demigod brothers waited by their side, and the mortals crawled underground, all quiet, and when the great pendulum of the Mechanics swayed and sounded, the demigods were gone.

Fast, fast, crazy, the second lieutenant was a hundred meters away from him, but the second lieutenant almost felt that he was in front of him in an instant, his heart was beating fast and almost in shock, but his head was extremely clear, if he wanted to survive, he had to shoot.

Grasp everything, only in this way, strengthen your faith, sing the praises of victory, look forward to... And also!

Shoot!

Bang!

The demigod instantly lowered his body, and a strong attack hit his shoulder armor, causing the pottery steel to shatter, and he rushed like a tank.

Bang!

Feeling the smell of blood on the armor, the second lieutenant felt for the first time that the breath of the original organ was not unpleasant, even slightly sweet, as long as it was fresh enough, and the red fragments that he had just spit out were probably absolutely fresh.

The pain was not as intense as he had imagined, the sensation was not very clear, the adrenaline numbed him, he raised his gun and struck the traitor's armor one at a time, but the non-commissioned officer did not care, even if the skin under his armor had festered and the plasma had destroyed his muscles, he still did not care.

Because the Sadist doesn't care who bleeds, he just needs blood.

The non-commissioned officer didn't even use a chainsaw sword, and he was going to bathe in his honor by putting him against the mortal like this, slamming him against the wall and shattering his bones.

100 meters, 50 meters, 20 ... When the second lieutenant and the wall have a life-threatening date, he realizes that he is going to die, that he is finished, and that his life is obviously not long.

It's ridiculous, he also told the lieutenant colonel before that he was born in the nest capital, has nothing, and will not be afraid, but this thing really came, and he almost cried.

"Ahh Yes! "He lost the ability to speak, and in the last moments of his life, he wanted to say some last words, but it was useless.

The Chaos Traitor laughed maniacally, he felt the fear of the mortal in front of him, which made him happy and happy, although this mortal did a good job, but that thing became his badge, hanging high on his chest.

"I thank you for the wounds you left behind, and your guns have penetrated my flesh and blood, making me more successful in pleasing me, mortals, to meet the Destroyer!"

"Hah!" He unfolded his body, wanting to enjoy the blood, but suddenly felt that his body was being pulled by some force, and even his ability could not break free.

"Huh?!"

At this moment in the sky, many parachutes opened, here the transport planes could not get close, the Skadi veterans could only choose to land in this way, Alan Baier took this relic pistol, shot the traitor in the back, gravitational pull the demigod, saved the kid's life, and he had to admit that he had to thank the second lieutenant.

He's procrastinating well, but isn't it a little too crazy to go head-to-head with a Space Marine?

How I write now is getting more and more expensive, and even starting to do flashbacks

(End of chapter)