Facing the sea-like tide of insects, Soshiyang knew that retreating would be disastrous. At this time, the brave would win when they meet on a narrow road.
At this time, the melta and plasma weapons equipped with a large number of Astral Knights played a key role, causing considerable damage to the crowded enemy. At the same time, the automatic cannon of the Sikaran battle tank also turned into a meat grinder.
With the help of heavy firepower, the assault team rushed forward and fired explosive bombs around them, trying to delay the insect tide for a moment.
Behind the team, other soldiers threw plasma grenades, but the explosion was completely overwhelmed by the insect tide, leaving behind a piece of snow-white torn muscle.
The gap created by the explosion was quickly filled, and the raging insect wave engulfed a battle brother for the first time.
Ustad too fell headlong into the suffocating numbers, his bolters useless, and he barely had time to switch his bolter to his chainsword before he was engulfed.
Almost everyone is locked in a blind battle, a sea of flesh blocks out all light, and these creatures rise around them like quicksand.
Slugs coiled around Ustad's thighs and torso, the warning runes of the power armor began to flash, and the teeth competed with the ceramite.
In the end, the chainsaw blade tore apart these disgusting maggots.
Although he can barely move his arms, anything that touches his chainsword is shredded, enough for him to take one step forward, and then the next.
Ustad felt like he was being held by a tentacle that was constantly relaxing and then tightening.
Blood splattered everywhere, covering everything.
Soon, his chain sword also began to work poorly due to the blockage of blood clots. The corpses he had previously stepped on began to become slippery, and some of them burst under his heavy step, which almost made his steps slip.
This is very dangerous and if he falls, death will come quickly.
There were torn slugs, tentacles and teeth everywhere.
Ustad slashed, sawed, minced, and worked his way up.
He was unable to contact his nearest brothers, and the only signs of their existence were the displays on his retinas and the shouts coming from the communication channels.
Farzad was nearby, and the voice of the third company commander was always there, giving orders, admonishing, and cursing the enemy with creative and vicious words.
The ruthlessness and endless anger in his tone never changed.
Suddenly, he heard a series of sharp rubbing sounds, and the identification rune of a brother in the company turned red, then flashed and disappeared.
Ustad looked in the direction of the fallen warriors and saw a Plague Marine pulling out a rusty and venomous blade from his brother's chest. The fallen corpse was soon submerged in the tide of slugs.
"hateful!!"
Ustad roared angrily, threw away the slugs around him and rushed towards the heretic.
Gray marrow began to surge in his body, and soon the slugs that approached him froze to death, unable to stop his progress.
The Plague Marine who had just killed an Astral Knight realized that someone was rushing towards him, but the biting cold made his limbs extremely stiff and made his speed extremely slow.
The moment he turned around, the disgusting, maggot-covered head of the Plague Warrior was already flying high into the air.
"Push forward, brothers!"
Soshyan's voice sounded at the right time.
"We will not fail here, we will never fail! Because our opponents are heretics, and their souls are extremely weak! Treat them as the lowest beasts. We are the will of the Emperor and will not submit to
What despicable souls succumb! Let these monsters succumb to us and fill their corpses in the graves of their own choosing. They cannot stop us. They are a rotten past and we are on our way to the most glorious victory!!
"
His speech never stopped, with the rhythm of a blow, every syllable was a blow, every word was the death of a Plague Marine, and every sentence was one step closer to victory.
In fact, Soshyan had rushed to the front of the team alone, even dozens of meters further than the first row of soldiers, and he was facing dozens of plague warriors alone.
But the flame of the Holy Flame Sword, accompanied by the surge of gray marrow, became increasingly hot, making him almost become a beacon in the sea of blasphemy.
And those plague warriors are like moths flying toward the flames.
Destroyed at a touch!
Ustad listened to the chapter leader's words, and even though he almost slipped on the twisted corpse, he was still gripped by the belief that he would win.
How could a mere heretic defeat steel will and tenacity?
The absurdity of this thing gave him the strength to stay standing, cut off the enemy again, and take the next step.
In response to death or verbal provocation, the Plague Marines were not provoked and became anxious. They approached at their own speed, slowly, continuously, and without mercy.
Dark shapes, dark lines, Nurgle's followers slowly unfolded, advancing steadily.
Soshyan could smell the disease and rot on their bodies, and feel the heat waves radiating from the infected bodies, while his ears were filled with thick throat and gurgling sounds like pulmonary embolism, and flies were in the smoke.
The whirling, buzzing sound is head-scratching - they're almost all rounded up by corpses.
Soshyan's pace began to quicken, first at a brisk pace, then at a jog. The heavy deck splashed wet mud, and the ground shook as he charged.
Raise your arms! Raise your sword! Drop your head!
The main and secondary guns of the Lander and Predator behind were also roaring, and in the dim light scattered by the smoke, the muzzles spit out dark red tongues of flame.
The Plague Marines at the front collapsed, rolled down, overturned, and exploded. The broken armor exploded due to the impact of the explosion, and rotten flesh and liquid sprayed like a shower.
The gunfire of the Plague Marines then began to respond, flashing and roaring through the slow-moving column.
But they had no more chances, Soshyan was already pasting them.
The collision of metal and metal, plastic steel and ceramic steel produced bursts of echoes, spreading like ripples and spreading along the battlefield, like heavy hammers struck from thousands of anvils.
Soshyan was no longer alone as before. A company of terminators came with great power. They brought down the enemy's vanguard! Crush! Trample! Use swords and bullets to ruthlessly execute the fallen enemies, using the corpses as follow-up troops.
stepping stone.
Every meter the soldiers walk forward is a battle, and every meter makes no difference.
The leaders are none other than Soshyan, Talos and Maximilian.
They formed a group of three and formed the leading edge of the attack. They led the entire team forward and charged forward fiercely. In one moment, the Plague Marines' defense line collapsed!