On the other side, Castor is also directing the slanderers to resist vigorously. Close combat is their specialty, but those aliens are too cunning and will not step forward at all. As for taking the initiative to attack——
No matter how arrogant he is, he never thinks that he can catch up with an Eldar on his own two legs.
Suddenly, a plasma grenade exploded somewhere on his left side, and he was knocked to the ground, his abdomen twitching and shaking with pain.
But the adrenaline soon wiped away the pain. He raised the plasma in his hand, bursting out dense energy and shooting at the aliens who were hiding outside the gap. As for whether he hit anything, he couldn't say.
Not far away, the bolt gun in Barak's hand was also banging. Suddenly, a slanderer beside him fell backward, twitched, and rolled, with a big hole in his helmet.
"Be careful! There are alien snipers!"
While shouting a reminder, he picked up the weapons and remaining ammunition of his dead comrades.
If the stalemate remains like this, the malicious warriors can continue to resist. They also imagine that the fleet can get rid of the alien interception and send support to withdraw them as soon as possible, but Castor already has a bad premonition.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of neat footsteps, which he even mistakenly thought were reinforcements.
But when he looked at the place where the sound came from, he was shocked.
From the gap in the giant explosion-proof door that was completely blown open, an entire alien army walked out. They wore more ancient layered silver armor, wore pointed helmets, their faces were covered by smooth closed masks, and they held huge tower shields.
And a spear with a banner, like a wall of steel.
"What's going on? Is this the Eldar?"
Barak also made a surprised sound, and then fired several shots at the opponent.
As a result, something even more shocking happened. All the explosive bombs were blocked by the invisible barrier and exploded in the air one after another. Moreover, Barak remembered that he was clearly aiming, but some of the explosive bombs flew out from the opponent's head.
"Vinya, there is something strange about these Eldar."
"Did you just discover it? Castor, they look like... a mixture of several Eldar races. We have never seen such aliens before."
"Have we caused such big trouble? That the Eldar have banded together to ambush us."
"I can't answer your question, but——"
While they were talking, something slipped in through the vent in the central hall, then flew over an overturned pillar and landed on a malicious warrior.
The cry immediately attracted Castor's attention. He turned around and saw the gray beast tearing apart the warrior's power armor with its teeth and claws. He immediately opened fire and reminded:
"Ugur! They actually still have Ugur!"
More than a dozen Ugul came to the defense line of the malicious warriors through ventilation pipes, and then the chain saws began to roar, and the malicious warriors began to fight against these beasts in despair.
"Brothers! I would rather die than surrender! For the Emperor!"
Under this situation, Vinia suddenly realized that his hundreds of years of military service might be coming to an end. He was not a sentimental person, and could even be called cruel.
But in his final moments, he resolved to die a death worthy of the Emperor's Angels.
Everyone has his own way of being loyal to the Emperor. He never thinks that his past actions are wrong, and he can walk back to the throne without fear. Only the Emperor is qualified to judge his soul.
Laughing loudly, Vinya fired a shot into the chest of Ugur who was closest to him. After knocking the opponent down, he swung the heavy power fist and hit the opponent's head hard, blowing off the ugly head.
Castor also knocked a beast to the ground, shot the opponent in the head with a bolt bomb, and then directed the slanderers to launch a counterattack against the shield-bearing Eldar who had poured into the hall.
Sergeant Lokar, who belonged to the Vinya Company, also joined the attack of the slanderers. He had always wanted to leave his original company and join these elite soldiers, but his company commander did not want his best veterans to leave the company.
Now, he needs to express himself.
The battle between the two sides entered a fever pitch, and the central hall was filled with firepower. Mortals were everywhere dead and wounded, although no Eldar wasted firepower on them.
"kill!"
Lorkar brandished his chainsaw and charged directly at the waiting Eldar. How dare these cowardly aliens stand proudly in front of the Emperor's warriors? What a provocation!
However, before he could swing the chain saw, the Eldar in front of him suddenly slid left and right in order, revealing a tall black death god.
Lokar did not stop, however, and swung the chain saw in his hand in a series of complicated moves, directly cutting into the opponent's head.
The alien in black skeleton armor had a strange skeletal cross standing behind him. Facing the roaring chain saw, he directly raised the sickle-like gun in his hand, smashing the chain sword in Lokar's hand and making him freeze in surprise.
He stood there, and then two Tritons, one on the left and one on the right, hammered through the helmet with flashing spears.
At some point, ceramic steel and blood spattered, and Lokar's hands dropped weakly and fell backwards.
The death of Lokar shocked Castor, who was attacking the shield formation. He knew that this man died like this, so he immediately realized that the mysterious black-armored Eldar was probably the commander of the opponent.
If the Space Marines want to make a comeback, they usually have only one choice -
Behead!
Castor immediately broke away from the shield formation and asked the slanderers to use explosive bombs to cover him, and rushed straight towards the black-armored Eldar.
He took two steps forward and rushed forward, parrying the feint attack, but the plasma in his hand had already been fully charged.
However, his actions could not hide from the eyes of mortals but not from the eyes of a Phoenix Lord. As soon as he raised his hand, two shields were set up, directly annihilating the plasma ball in the turbulence of the air.
Seeing that he missed a hit, Castor immediately retreated to avoid the incoming lasers. Then he led the slanderers to charge, fire, and charge again and again, but every time they were defeated by the alien shield formation.
.
More gods of death wearing black armor and holding heavy weapons appeared. They fired a large number of micro missiles from behind the shield formation, filling the surrounding air with suffocating fire and energy jets. Castor could no longer organize an attack. The enemy's
The firepower overwhelmed them, and they were almost out of bullets, so they could only huddle behind the bunker.
Shadows danced across the top of his vision, and he could hear jetbikes and gunships circling outside the central hall, thick metal exploding into fiery shards.
Suddenly, Castor felt a pain on his face, and something hit his chin. Then he fell sideways, and his throat was as painful as swallowing a piece of coal. In his blurred vision, his comrades around him also fell one after another.
Down.
The alien's solid shield array suddenly opened a hole, and a slender figure wearing a golden feather short cloak stepped out. The ugly alien face seemed to be sneering at him——
As the body's damage-inhibiting function took effect, Castor's vision gradually dimmed.