Jacob shouted and ran across a section of rocks. He didn't need to look back to know that the others were following him.
He sensed the scent of their anger, and like him, he assumed they were frustrated at being forced to withdraw from the battle with the aliens.
Everyone cursed that such desecration could appear on the Chapter's soil, wondering how long these scum had been hiding on Nessen IV, weeks, months, even years?
impossible!
Jacob rejected this idea. The planet's defense is by no means that weak. It won't take too long for the aliens to come, and the number will definitely not be large. There may be mortals inside.
Now the company is retreating quickly, and because their team does not have to bear the burden of the dead and wounded, they must perform the task of rearguard.
This is a good thing for Jacob, at least he can fight happily.
The heavy rain had begun to decrease, and the visibility was much better than before. Jacob saw that the road ahead was blocked by a group of mutants, and the leading snake man was brandishing what looked like a rifle weapon.
The creature also spots Jacob and points its gun at him.
Jacob saw a strange red halo crackling at its tip, and then a scorching mysterious energy shot at him. In instinctive reaction, he jumped to one side in time, and the energy immediately shattered the stone he had just stepped on.
of stones.
Jacob raised his bolt pistol and fired without thinking. The long practice on the training ground proved their usefulness. The bolts flew to the target accurately, and the snake man's head felt like being hit by a blacksmith's hammer.
It exploded like a jellyfish.
These slaves are obviously not as agile as their masters.
After the death of the snake man, the mutants let out a beast-like roar and rushed up from both sides.
Jacob was not worried about their numbers, but they did likely slow them down, allowing for a sneak attack by the Dark Eldar who might be nearby.
In fact, after calmly analyzing it just now, Jacob found that there were only twenty or thirty Dark Eldar people, and about ten of them were killed in the battle. The rest must have cherished their lives and would not show up easily.
Then the only way for them to attack is cold shots and sneak attacks.
But with the intense firefight they had just now, Jacob felt that unless they brought spare ammunition, they might not have many bullets left.
I think so, but I still have to be careful.
"Throw the grenade! Hurry up!"
A recruit took off a grenade from his belt and threw it at the rushing crowd. An explosion came from among them, and pieces of meat and blood were splashed everywhere.
This stopped the mutants from charging, causing them to freeze in place.
"continue!"
Jacob shouted, and the team members continued to throw grenades with redoubled anger.
More and more mutants fell, and the smell of blood and corpses filled the moist air.
Suddenly, Jacob bent down and a poison crystal hit the trunk of the tree behind him. He glanced to see who was shooting at him, then looked back at the mutant, his keen eyes seeing what he was looking for.
s things.
As expected, the bastard was hiding behind the slave, and as soon as Jacob noticed him, he disappeared again.
Jacob looked around and everyone noticed what he had discovered.
The autonomy of the true Space Marines allows them to make this decision for themselves, and they unleash a torrent of bolter fire upon their enemies, killing their foes with every round and knocking out those who may be hiding among the crowds.
The Dark Eldar were forced out.
But Jacob immediately discovered that there was only one thing to do now.
"Jacob! Come on! It's time to go!"
Unconsciously, he had fallen behind a bit.
So Jacob rushed forward, feeling the ground begin to shake and tremble with every step he took.
This road has become soft after being trampled by the entire company, especially the large rocks, and it is only a matter of time before it completely collapses.
More and more rocks fell into the valley, and as Jacob ran, he wondered whether his strengthened muscles would allow him to jump such a long distance.
Well, he gritted his teeth and showed a savage smile, there was only one way to know.
Each step brought Jacob further off the edge, and the entire hillside began to tremble.
He heard his own heartbeat in his ears and knew that he needed to seize the opportunity. One wrong step would send him to his doom.
Jumping too early might not allow him to jump the farthest distance, so just as fatally, clutching the pistol and chainsword tightly, he ran to a rock and jumped.
At that moment, the wind blew his hair, and he felt like he was moving in slow motion. He could see all the details on the faces of the nearby mutants, see every pit and blister that distorted their faces, and see clearly the marks on their skin.
of every pore.
He had never seen so many things clearly in his life. All his superhuman senses were concentrated to a new level, and the effect was very remarkable.
Being so close to death, Jacob never thought he would feel so alive.
The next second, he landed heavily, and the hillside behind him began to collapse with a roar, dragging the mutants into it.
Jacob, who landed on the ground, let out a long war cry and breathed a huge sigh of relief. He felt the impact of the solid ground under his boots again, and his knees also slightly bent under the impact.
But that's not all, there are also many mutants in this direction.
But he's still alive, and now they're going to pay the price!
Jacob rushed forward, swinging his chainsword.
"Kill kill kill!!"
Under the impact of the chain sword, flesh and blood were separated and bones were shattered. He only had to pull the trigger of the bolt pistol, knowing that every bullet would hit the target in the crowd.
He carves his way among the mutants like a ship riding the waves, becoming a living engine of destruction, a twisting and howling whirlwind of death among the mutants.
Next to him, he could hear the sounds of his brothers doing the same thing.
Soon, a thin mist of blood splashed from the muscles and tendons severed by his chainsword and veins filled his vision. Even through the sound isolator of his helmet, the screams of the dead were still deafening.
Deep in his soul, the power was driven by the smell of massacre and became stronger.
Jacob now fights entirely on instinct. He doesn't need to think. His reactions, nerves and muscles work perfectly together.
He uses the speed of his thoughts to react to any threat his extremely sharp senses detect. Nothing can stop him, tearing through mutants like a sharp ax through rotten wood.
The nightmarish face squinted as he chopped it down, its mouth wide open and screaming, its twisted body breaking apart under the impact of the chain saw.
Soon, they successfully reunited with the large army, but now they were already fighting together.
The recruits used nearby giant rocks as bunkers and kept shooting. The bodies of the dead were placed on the side of the mountain wall. Here they only needed to be surrounded by enemies on three sides and there was no height difference, so as long as nothing unexpected happened, they could persist until daylight.