Chaos Space Marine Charry poked his head out of a firing crevicle in the midnest guardrail fortress, holding his bomb gun in his hand.
No creature moves in his field of vision, which is good.
The vast area ahead of his fortress was turned into a burning and explosive landscape, with potholes burning, and the fire burned out, a toxic yellow mist and thick black smoke covering the cursed ground.
The soldiers stationed in the guardrail wall hid in the artillery holes and bunkers before the bombardment began. They were not informal armed forces in the nest, but guards and personal soldiers from the pirate lords. They were not disciplined but at least they knew how to fight.
The guardrail of the middle nest is entirely made of alloy. Its original function is to separate the safe parts of the nest from those chaotic and disorderly parts. It is more like a class barrier, especially in the organizational structure of the cruel Red Pirates, with only their own people, collaborators and slaves.
But now, it has become a solid fortification to fight against the poor people who worship the throne's rotten corpse.
Each section of the wall will have a small fortress, which has powerful fixed firepower and a small void shield, which can become an effective firepower fulcrum. Unless the Imperial people piled up corpses on the wall, Chari would not think of any way they could do.
When the attack begins, the lands will leave remains of the dead who cannot be buried, spreading sacrifices for Nurghum with decay and plague.
Although Charry is not a Nurgre believer.
He is even just a recruit, and has been with the Red Pirates for more than 30 years. He doesn't know where his genetic seeds come from, but now he serves for the Black Heart King.
In the past, he was just a gangster who fought on the street and spared no means for any reason for the sake of a little bit of residue. It was the Red Pirate who gave him the power of God.
The Empire would never give him such opportunities.
Chari smiled, clenched his fist with satisfaction, took a step back, left the firing gap, and hung the blaster back on his thigh.
His red armor was quite clean. Apart from those deliberately decorated skeletons and spikes, his appearance was not much different from the Space Marines on the Empire.
Chary knew that he was too young to be blessed by the gods, but one day he would gain the favor of the power of darkness and become a strong man who could dominate the life and death of others, rather than mixing with the weak pirates and mutants like this, even if he could dominate their life and death, it was meaningless.
He also has his own ambitions and wants to have his own war gang, and even become a war lord one day.
In the fearful eyes of the mortal servants, he returned to the room on the first floor of the fort, which was clean, made of rock and concrete, and was also the commanding position of the fortress. A rough staircase led to the battlements above, where snipers and fixed artillery could fire at the approaching enemies.
Chari sat down on his command chair, wiped off the dust from his armor with the skin beside him, took off his helmet and wiped it carefully, gasping for satisfaction, then picked up a bottle of wine and started drinking hard.
The siege of the Empire would eventually give up in the face of huge casualties. Chary believed this. He felt that no one was afraid of death, and the same was true for the Empire.
Yes, they should be more afraid of death.
But soon, his victory was destroyed because someone detonated the explosives in the fortress.
"What!"
When Chari hurriedly ran out of the command center, he saw a grenade flying out of nowhere, and the jingle bounced along the floor was almost inaudible in the explosion.
Then, the explosion tore up several panicked servants.
"Don't be confused! Don't be confused!!"
Just as he was trying to organize these mortals, a grenade suddenly exploded near him.
A normal person would die or be seriously injured because he was in the radius of the explosion, but the explosion simply licked the hard surface of the power armor that Chary had just wiped, burned the decorations on it, and lit his human skin cloak, but he felt no pain.
As the soldiers' remains were scattered on the ground, he blinked slowly.
The explosion distracted the other gunners, so when the flames began to pour into the fort's firing gap, they were still looking in the wrong direction, and the white-hot proge current caused painful death.
Chari has not seen the enemy yet. Just as he pulled out the bomb gun and was about to shoot a few unlucky guys to stabilize his morale, a thick arm suddenly stretched out from behind him and suddenly strangled his neck.
"Um!"
Instinctively, he struggled and wanted to throw the other person over the shoulder, but the arm that strangled him was so strong that he almost suffocated his neck, which was lacking in armor protection.
Chary realized that he was attacked by the Space Marine.
After a few breaths, Cha Rui stabilized the lower plate and stretched his arm backwards to grab the other person's head.
"Well, this Chaos Pig is quite powerful."
With a mocking voice, his arms were pressed down from both sides, and a sharp fighting knife stabbed into his jaw.
At that moment, Chari felt severe pain, and instinct to survive, he shook his shoulders hard.
But it's useless.
After another blow, Chary's armor was dyed bright red by blood, and he gradually lost his strength and consciousness.
When the other party let go of him, he threw himself forward weakly.
Ambition, strength, future, all went away from him at this moment, and then he felt someone take off his helmet and grab his hair and lift his face up.
Then he saw the man who killed him, a cold face, a small flat head, a red belt tied to his head, no power armor—
"How...maybe..."
His lips squirmed and spit out a few blurry words, and then he felt the cold blade approaching his throat.
Johnson was quite envious of the mysterious warrior named Ma Bo, who slashed the Chaos Space Marine's head with a knife and hung it on his waist. This was enough to boast about the spoils that had been a whole year.
Then Ma Bo cut off another thumb and threw it to Johnson because he helped hold the Chaos Space Marine's hands just now.
"Don't be there!"
Hearing the roar of Sergeant Huck, Johnson put his thumbs up and sprayed the flamethrower in his hand at a group of enemy troops hiding behind the bunker with rifles.
The hot prosper directly ignited them, and at this time Hak also put away his pistol and turned to a Katachan demon.
"Pepper Snake, throw my baby to me!"
The veteran Katachang, whose real name is Fernandez, heard Hack's nickname calling him, decisively threw a heavy bomb in his hand to Hack. He picked up the grenade launcher hanging behind his waist and began to name the firepower points one by one.
"Kill the fuck!"
Hack yelled, his legs spread apart, and he started firing with a heavy bomb.
Ma Bo hung two woodcutting guns on his shoulders with straps, then fired his bows left and right, and shot at the heretics who were running away with their heads at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, a Katachang Demon Squad forced the firepower of a company, and the heretics in the fortress were knocked stupid. Although there were thousands of people, they were all shrank in the cover and screamed or shivered.
Chapter completed!