They were a group of beast-like beings, but they had almost human-like bodies, but they were all as stooped as apes. Huge eyes as big as teacups occupied monkey-like faces. Their skin was pale and sick. There were traces of mutated diseases with pus on their necks.
There are also spiked collars.
Jacob thought of the corrupted woods for some reason, and he realized that these people might be the human version of that woods in a sense.
But the scariest thing is that these creatures are clearly, or were, humans.
But none of that mattered now. Under his watch, the attacker recovered from the shock of the explosion.
Armin threw another grenade at this time, and another powerful explosion illuminated the darkness, once again killing a dozen twisted monsters, their muscles were torn apart, and blood spattered on the survivors.
Blinded by the unfamiliar light of the explosion, they flinched, covering their huge eyes with clawed and webbed hands.
The smell of blood and the pressure of waiting made the beast in Jacob rage, and he jumped out of his hiding place, bolt pistol breathing death.
He fired shot after shot at the enemy group - they were too close and crowded for every bullet to hit something.
Sometimes the bullet even penetrates the flesh and blood and hits another target, causing screams of pain and roars of primal rage to blend together.
However, even with their physical mutations, these monsters do not lack courage. Instead, they are more determined, or even crazier.
Jacob quickly realized that it was a mistake to fire. The flames from the muzzle and the light of the bombs exposed his position. They noticed his position and rushed towards him with a mad roar.
"Fire!"
Armin responded to the monster's roar with a roar, and then Jacob heard the echo from the communicator, and all the recruits began to shoot at the enemies surrounding the camp.
They pulled the trigger again and again, firing bomb after bomb into the target.
In an instant, the head exploded, and the chest was torn open when the bullet exploded. These monsters were faster, but not tough, and did not have any protection against such shots.
All they had was numerical superiority and crazy courage.
In the blink of an eye, they were close enough for the recruits to see each one clearly.
Some of the poor creatures were covered with hair, some had horns on their heads, and some had shark-like teeth, hooves and claws growing out of their misplaced jaws.
They looked like something out of your worst nightmares, as if the gates of hell had opened and a horde of grinning monsters poured out.
Jacob frowned. The signs on these enemies came from something else. Perhaps they were the badges of Chaos, the appearance of those whose souls had been corrupted.
But it seems to be a little different. Logically speaking, when it comes to chaos, it should not be limited to this.
Armin, who was not far away, was also observing, but he came to a deeper conclusion than the recruits. He found that the marks on the body were not like chaos pollution, but closer to physical distortion caused by chemical pollution.
And he saw the remaining fragments of clothing on some things, which were the silver-gray uniforms worn by the servants of the Astral Knights, which explained one thing -
These attackers are probably the missing persons during this period!
So who turned them into this?
But there was no time to think, the attackers were already approaching the camp, and Jacob jumped to the stone where he was hiding.
Gu Ying
These monsters have no ranged firepower, so he doesn't need cover, and in close combat, taking high ground can give him a momentary advantage.
When the chainsword activated at the push of a button, it vibrated angrily in his hand, the sharp blade accelerating to top speed.
Jacob laughed, feeling a new desire to fight fill him.
He looked down at the sea of mutant faces, let out a long roar, and jumped into them like a swimmer in a rough sea.
Jacob swung the chain sword before he landed. It cut through the muscles like a meat cleaver cutting through bone and flesh. The smell of bones heated by friction rushed into Jacob's nose. The tip of the chain sword The scream emits a high pitch as it cuts through the bones.
In the blink of an eye, the chain sword cut off a limb cleanly, and blood spurted out from the severed limb. He then chopped off another head, easily severing the neck bone, and then knocked down another.
While he was wielding his chainsword, he kept firing his bolt pistol, attacking targets that were close enough for him to miss.
The screams and howls of the dying echoed in his ears, making the beast in him angrier and sending more power into his frantic limbs.
At this time, the monsters had recovered from his charge, rushed towards him, and began to attack him crazily. Those attacks that could not accurately hit his fast-moving body slid harmlessly away from the smooth shell of the armor. .
He felt these attacks as a man feels rain on his cloak, a very uncomfortable but not painful sensation.
Other recruits also started their chainsaws and started their first killing.
In an instant, the night was dyed with thick scarlet red.
Jacob passed through his enemies like a whirlwind of death, leaving a trail of death in his wake.
At this moment, he felt that nothing could stop him. He was invincible and unstoppable, like a god of death reaping the lives of his enemies.
In that moment of ecstasy, he seemed to feel what it meant to be truly alive.
He moved around, punched and kicked, and felt the bones breaking under his sword. Then he stepped down hard, crushing the dead enemy's fingers and skull into pulp, and then raised his head and let out a long howl of joy, filled with bloodthirsty desire. It was evident in the roar of his comrades' response.
At that time, he didn't even feel that he needed them. He could kill all the freaks by himself.
It doesn't matter how many there are or how brave they are, they are completely unable to fight against him. This battle is completely one-sided.
He was heartily satisfied.
This is the power of the Astartes, this is the power of the gods.
Then, there was an incredible sharp pain in his ribs.
Jacob gritted his teeth and sucked in the air-conditioning to endure the severe pain and lowered his head, only to see a crystal-like fragment pierce into his armor and penetrate deep into his flesh.
It exudes a strange purple crystal light. It is obviously not metal, but it cuts through the armor that can block metal.
How can this be?
Then he noticed the tiny glowing red runes on its surface, a strange writing.
For a moment, Jacob felt a surge of suspicion, and felt the evil power flowing through his body like poison. He knew that this kind of vicious ammunition, and the teaching machine had implanted stories about them in his mind——