After confirming that the green-skinned boss was far enough away from his bodyguards, Soshyan stopped retreating.
He began to move forward, towards the greenskin leader, and almost easily kicked away the grts running around with axes or clubs on the way.
Nothing can hinder him now.
When the green-skinned boss saw him approaching, his little red eyes suddenly burned crazily, he raised his crude gun and fired a string of bullets.
waaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!
The bullet hit Soshyan's armor and fell to the ground, gouging several small holes in the armor and scraping off the bright silver-gray paint.
One or two lucky bullets got into the gaps between the armor plates and penetrated into the flesh.
A flash of pain shot through his limbs, but the Space Marine's enhanced nervous system immediately shut down the pain receptors, and the enhanced blood coagulated at the moment the wound was barely alive.
Soshiyang accelerated and ran the last few steps, jumping high towards the orcs. The green blood dripping from the Shengyan sword drew a corrupt arc.
The creature violently swung its power claws in an attempt to counterattack, but unexpectedly the opponent suddenly changed the direction of its attack, and the long sword directly passed through his gun-holding arm.
With a shrill roar, the huge machine gun fell into the soil mixed with blood.
Soshyan stood up immediately after landing and waved his sword without hesitation.
He attacked the green-skinned boss again, the shining blade clanking in the endless vicious slashes.
Although the green-skinned boss lost one hand, it did not affect his combat effectiveness much. He constantly used his power claws to fend off the weapons of the Space Marines, and counterattacked with a series of vicious fist and kick attacks.
Ten seconds later, in the depths of his thoughts, Soshyan felt that his soul was filled with silver light.
Gray marrow surged in his veins again.
He stepped up his offensive with incomparable determination, giving every blow his all.
When the gray marrow flowed through his limbs and bones, the greenskin in front of him seemed to be in slow motion, and Soshyan could unusually see through the opponent's attack.
He watched the green-skinned boss swing his power claw fiercely, but the speed was pitifully slow.
Moreover, in the center of the violent claws, there was a completely unprotected gap - Soshyan could see it clearly.
So after turning and dodging to the right, he took a step forward and stabbed the enemy straight with the Holy Flame Sword.
The brilliant light is dyed with blood.
"Execution of aliens!"
Soshyan screamed and stabbed the green-skinned boss in the chest, then pressed the sword into the opponent's abdomen and completely cut it open with a vicious upward swing.
The green-skinned boss cracked in half under the heavy blow and died before falling to the ground.
When Soshyan cut off the head of the green-skinned boss and raised it high, the nearby Orks suddenly burst out in panic and wailed. Seeing the tragic death of their leader, they immediately lost their will to fight and turned around to try to escape. The other Space Marines were trying to escape.
They fired at random from behind, destroying large areas of
Alien killed.
Suddenly, the lads along the entire front line were caught in a dilemma, torn between their desire to continue the attack or turning back to face new threats.
Soshyan obviously had no intention of giving them time to make a decision.
He raised the Holy Flame Sword again, and even though the sound weakened, it could easily cover the sound of the massacre.
"Star Knights, attack!"
Soon, under the ruthless blows of the Astartes, the greenskins gathered on the battlefield dispersed, leaving only corpses and burning vehicles everywhere.
Dawn comes and the sun rises in the smoke.
Under the influence of strong winds, the battlefield was covered with thick dust.
Whether this dust is the remnants of a destroyed Ork group, or whether it is blown from distant mountains, Soshyan cannot give an answer.
The Astral Knights rallied around their Chapter Master.
They are like shadows, or bloody ghosts, their armor stained with blood and dust.
They fought all night to disintegrate the Ork group around them, surrounding the entire landing site, and the lonely defense line made of plastic steel and ceramsite sand was painted with Ork blood.
The bodies of the invaders were piled up in thick masses around them, mixed with waves of smoke.
When those trenches were obscured by dust, Soshyan didn't know how many of the defenders were still alive.
If they arrived a few minutes later, they would not have time to save any of the garrison.
"As new ground forces arrive, we will return to orbit and rearm before the next wave of attacks."
Soshyan said, his low voice barely covering the whisper of the wind.
Suddenly, a slight vibration passed through the bloody soil and reached the soles of Soshyan's boots, disrupting the chapter leader's thinking.
In the distance, there was a large machine striding towards them, making jingling and clicking sounds.
Soshyan glanced at it and nodded. He immediately recognized what it was.
"The Astral Knights Chapter."
He issued calm orders.
"gather."
The Space Marines immediately rallied, the sound of footsteps echoing across the scarred battlefield.
Soshyan looked ahead, the helmet's automatic senses exploring the dust clouds, peeling them off layer by layer.
The first thing that emerged was a misshapen shadow with broad shoulders and a hunched back, approaching them from the direction of the defense line.
After a moment, the blue-green spear emblem was recognized by the helmet's scanner. This was a registered imperial knight family - although this family had already perished.
The war machine emerged from the dust, like an ancient god of war, crushing Ork corpses on the ground into the ground with every step.
Soshiyang raised the Sheng Yan sword head to the ground and released his stance.
The other battle brothers maintained their fighting stances.
As the knight approached, Soshyan noticed the extent of his battle damage.
His banner is a tattered, scarred adamantine shell covered with silver or black strike marks, as well as scars from numerous flamethrowers and countless small-caliber weapons.
The Imperial Knight has lost its entire right arm weapon and walks with a noticeable limp due to damage to its knee servo grille.
The Knight Mecha finally stopped in front of the Space Marine, its feet twisting and digging into the earth.
A trumpet sounded, and the imperial knight lowered its huge gauntlet. This gesture represented a salute to the benefactor in knight culture.
"How should I call you."
A harsh voice came from the sound grille of the towering Imperial Knight. Although the metallic distortion made his voice as sharp as metal, he could still be heard to be a male.
Soshyan moved the Holy Flame Sword to the left, revealing the Imperial Eagle emblem on his worn breastplate.
"My name is Soshyan Alexei, Chapter Master of the Astral Knights Chapter, and these are my battle brothers."
"Salute to you, Captain Soshyan, Olga, the knight leader of the Dubandlin family, and the last one. Currently, I am a free blade. I owe you and your brother a debt. If you don't come,
Scorpion Stinger and I will definitely be torn to pieces by the greenskins."
"All debts we owe belong to the Emperor."
Soshyan answered simply.
"Continue to fulfill your sacred duties to him."
The knight mecha shook his head.
"Duties are responsibilities, but I will not use this as an excuse to evade a debt of gratitude."
"In that case, let us discuss this after the war, Baron Olga."