"Hmm? What happened to the wizards?"
Okot, the leader of the Red Pirates' gang, listened to the shrill screams and laughter in the channel, and suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart. He was very grateful that he was not sent to the gang jump, because it turned out to be the same as suicide, but now he felt that he was not that lucky.
"Head, it seems like the wizards are wrong."
"Damn, I wouldn't have made up for this matter if I had known it. There is no benefit in this battle. I'm just going to be a life-threatening person."
A dull thrust interrupted Okot's words, and he turned his head vigilantly, followed by a series of similar sounds. As a veteran pirate, he was extremely familiar with this sound-
"Is it really jumping up?"
Holding the bomb gun tightly, he immediately greeted the dozen members of the War Gang and the cult servants around him.
When they arrived at the location where the sound came out, they saw that the hull had been pierced by the diamond-shaped landing craft. There were three in front of them alone, each one a circle larger than the largest landing craft he had ever seen. These huge aircraft were engraved with symbols of mechanical teaching and were flashing with disturbing red light.
"It seems like a mechanical thing, be careful."
Just as Okot reported the situation here to the top, a large-caliber bullet shot from somewhere hit a Chaos Space Marine beside him at a speed that made him dizzy, and directly knocked his entire shoulder armor away.
"hidden!"
Seeing the sparks coming out of the heads of the landing craft, Okot yelled, and then a chaotic rain of bullets swept around, breaking the cultists who could not dodge.
While firing, the front of the landing craft was also opened, leaving a large group of deformed things.
They had pale skin like corpses, covered with simple strips of cloth, and most of their limbs were replaced, and the replacement was not only quite rough, but also very terrifying - all chainsaws, electric drills, whips and sharp blades.
The strangest thing about these creatures is the other party's helmet. Each of them wore a thick metal mask, with only the gaze that came out of the rotten skull under the mask, and the gaze was so dull that it was disturbing.
The huge landing craft kept spitting out these semi-mechanical creatures, as if a huge black fly was producing milky white insect eggs, and they were still motionless after landing, until a mechanical broadcast sounded—
"Traitor, go to die!"
"Traitor, go to die!"
Traitor, go to death!
All the slaughter servants made these creepy sounds neatly, like a terrible scream, mixed with metal and creatures, and then their arms twitched like electric shock, and then they jumped forward in the terrible coordination and ran around towards the Chaos Space Marine.
"Shoot at will!"
As a Chaos Space Marine, Okot has seen many scenes. He will not tremble like those cultists, but will shout loudly.
Other Chaos Space Marines had already been in place, and those closest to them, corpses-like creatures—have been shot and killed in an orderly manner.
Amid the roar that resounded through the cabin, the bullets fired from the bomb guns smashed the target into pieces, and the body was filled with holes. The blood spurted out even brought the red clouds. In every explosion, you could see the shiny white bones in the pink smoke.
However, the monsters ignored the trauma on their bodies. They opened their chins with their teeth and staggered at full speed.
"Don't be stunned! Shoot!"
Okot reached out and punched a cultist who was shaking behind the cover, then yelled:
"If you don't want to die, just do it! Otherwise, I will feed you to the devil!"
Inspired by the leader, the cultists also began to shoot with automatic guns in their hands, and more physical bullets rushed to them.
"Bow them down, you sub-space idiots! If you can't hit the head, you will hit the leg!"
Suddenly, a terrifying scream came from beside him. Okot turned his head and saw a monster like a corpse waving his arms and falling from the ceiling.
It swung left and right, like a drunk man. A cultist was caught off guard and was directly scratched by a razor on his chest, and blood splattered everywhere and his pale ribs were exposed.
Traitor, go to death!
"I'm fucking the gear guy!"
Okot rushed up, kicked the monster hard, and then used all his strength to smash the other party's head.
But immediately there was a terrible buzzing sound behind him, followed by a scream, and another cult fell down with his face covering his face - his face was separated from the middle by a chainsaw.
Several abominable servants emerged in the dark mist, but Okot had no time to pay attention to it: because another ugly creature, like a dead body, had pounced on him, and those near could smell its bad breath.
"Damn, too many!"
With a punch, Okot looked around and could only see the pale body running in a strange posture. He seemed to be in the tide of mechanical and deformed flesh. The number was less than eight thousand and ten thousand - in fact, each aircraft servant landing craft loaded 10,000 with the most extreme capacity to slaughter the aircraft servant.
Thousands of cultists were soon drowned, and their screams disappeared into the neat shouts of the slaughter of the slaughter-
Traitor, go to death!
Okot realized that he could not continue to fight, and he still knew that if he was killed by a masturbation, he would have been ridiculed for ten thousand years, so he immediately shouted.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
Under the influence of the ghost boat and the servant boat, the Red Pirate's abandoned ship plan encountered serious setbacks. The Chaos Wizard who performed the ritual was backfired by the demons and was mostly injured. The defenders inside were exhausted from dealing with the rampant demons and servants, and could not make any response for a while. Hulbletch seized the opportunity to eliminate the enemies in the barge and led the squadron to launch a fierce attack on the enemy cruiser, destroying an enemy massacre again.
By this time, all the Red Pirates' plans seemed to be at their end.
Mogaro, one of the leaders of the Red Pirates' war, stood in the center of the moving hologram, and the red and green light kept flashing on his scarred face, making him look gloomy and shady.
"The Abyss Hounds Battle Group has lost 63%..."
"The Sword of Hate Battle Group's forward coordinates 11-2-3 maneuver..."
"The ridge of the ship is ready..."
"The main target has been locked..."
"The complete rate of the gun position on the left side is 76%, the attack is ready to be confirmed..."
The sound on the bridge was very chaotic, with noisy communications, guns and cannons to commands from technical priests, and the chatter of the detective chief.
And Mogaro filtered out all these, and his attention was focused on the instrument in front of him. From here, we can see that the casting world and its satellites flashed in the center of the holographic projection, and the positions of both ships were marked in red and yellow. Next to it was the status diagram of each area of ​​the flagship.
Chapter completed!