"Assault! Assault! Don't stop! Cowardice is betrayal!"
Finally, Marco Hughes stepped on the ladder again. The enemy's shooting was intermittent and their weapons could not function all the time. This was the only lucky moment for every charge.
They stepped on the wreckage and ashes of their kind and poured into the hell-like battlefield, where there were still a large number of traces of fierce fighting before. The destroyed vehicles and collapsed obelisks were the only bunkers, and the limited pillars could only accommodate one or two people hiding behind them. This was far from enough. Most people could only stand in an open space without any obstruction.
In the distant green smoke like the hell in the darkness, there is a terrifying alien pyramid. It is so blasphemous and heresy, like the palace in which the alien gods in charge of death live in folk mythology.
During the bloody 100-day period, rumors about heresy about the god of death were rampant. Some people claimed that the god of death, exiled by the Emperor's light in the dark era, had returned again. People could not understand what power could sweep the mortal world so rapidly. They could only believe that it was a god holding a sickle and wearing a black cloak. However, these remarks were severely attacked by the state religion. Interrogators and purifiers wearing pointed hats were patrolling the streets in groups, but this could not suppress people's inner fear. If it weren't for the arrival of the Astartes Angels, Alama's military and people's hearts would have collapsed long ago.
But at this moment, this fear of death once again enveloped the soldiers. Although they were all the best and bravest, they were still mortals after all.
In the green smoke, you can vaguely see many bleak and creepy skeleton soldiers, as well as various weird murder machines that appear in nightmare.
"Roar!! Rush up! Eliminate them! For the blood of the Emperor and Orps!"
The officer who had just grabbed Marco Hughes held high his command sword and motivated the soldiers to charge, and a flag bearer followed him. The Olps Death Army had only one flag, which was blood red, and a high Gothic word was written in black ink.
revenge.
The various teams were forced to rush out of the bunker and collided together.
Everything was forgotten except for the desperate battle, and Marco Hughes was still a little confused. Before he could take action, death came again.
The dense Gaussian rays hit like raindrops, and hundreds of people instantly turned into ashes and sprinkled on the ground like smashed statues.
Then there was a scream...
Those who died were lucky, and those who did not die were miserable. Many of them lost a considerable portion of their bodies, and half or one-third were left waving there. The injection of combat stimulants kept them awake, and they could only wave their hands in despair or start talking nonsense.
"Help! Help!"
"Give me a grenade! Give me a grenade!"
"Emperor, the Emperor is looking at me..."
"I'm going home. This place is so cold... so cold..."
Marco Hughes saw the officer, the part below his waist was gone, and the sprinkled internal organs were dragged behind him like a dirty tail. He struggled to grab the battle flag dropped by the dead flag bearer, and then turned over.
At that moment, his eyes met with Marco Hughes's gaze, and then he grabbed the blade of the sword with his other hand and pressed against his neck. Marco Hughes could not see his face behind his breathing mask, but it was probably imagined.
"For...the Emperor!"
With a slap, he stabbed the sword into his throat. After a moment, his hand fell down and his body tilted to one side. The flag in his hand was about to fall down.
For some reason, Marco Hughes rushed forward, grabbed the flag, and took the other party's command sword.
"Go up! Come on and fight with me!!!"
"kill!!"
The crowd continued to roar and charge, and the aliens mechanically harvested batches of lives. The Orps Death Army was like a surging wave, trying to extinguish the alien fire with bloody courage and number of people, but it hit the reef again and again and again and again and shattered.
But this time the situation changed slightly...
Just to the right side of the pyramid, the entrance of the originally closed passage was suddenly broken, and then more than a dozen mechanical ant cattle rushed in with a roar. They all carried rocket launchers on their bodies and fired a volley towards the Immortals' array.
Many rockets in the air were knocked out, but some of them fell into the Immortals' queue, followed by strong electromagnetic pulse waves.
A group of soldiers holding plasma weapons rushed out of the exit. Their joining immediately attracted the attention of the space undead. Some immortals turned around and raised their guns to attack the new attackers. The arcs and particle rays of the pyramid also began to change directions.
Finally an opportunity appeared, and the soldiers shouted and accelerated.
Only close combat has the opportunity to prevent the enemy from using their Gaussian weapons, and a row of immortals begins to move forward, in a row, like a long steel wall, trying to block the waves of humanity.
With a bang, the two sides collided, and Orps fought desperately with bayonets, thunders, grenades, military shovels and even fists. There was no technology at all, only the most primitive cruelty and bloody.
In a blink of an eye, the immortals in the first row were dragged to the ground by a huge number of people, their eyes were dug, their limbs were broken, and their heads were smashed.
The suicide squad in the decisive death also jumped to another line of defense in the pyramid. Many people were killed by ruthless guns, and even when they got too close, they would be chopped and chopped up by the disciplined defense team of immortals guarding the side, just like a group of working together to harvest crops.
But this doesn't matter. Although the suicide squads were killed in groups, they still rushed the defensive forces into a mess through the sheer power of their charges and the hot melt bombs they carried.
Then the breakthrough was used by the troops behind, and over and over again, like a pipe surge on the dam, which soon turned into a huge gap, and humans began to approach their target
This is a collision of pure steel and meat. Everyone knew that the real opportunity had come. The commander also made a concerted effort and smashed all the cards in his hand. The rumbling tank drove up the steps again, but it was not Rieman Ruth, but a new type of terror tank. Due to the limited space in the equipment cabin, the number of divisions assigned to this division was small, with only five units, but they were also engaged in combat.
When their barrels roared, the first shell finally hit the black pyramid.
But the explosion smoke dissipated, and the alien creature of the black stone remained motionless, and even its surface began to appear with a stronger green luster. At the same time, the doors on both sides of the steps also opened, and the Immortal Infantry, who had been destroyed and then resurrected, began to step out.
Chapter completed!