"Assault! Assault! Don't stop! Cowardice is betrayal!"
Finally, Marcus Hughes stepped onto the stairs again. The enemy's shooting was intermittent, and their weapons could not operate all the time. This was the only lucky moment in every charge.
They stepped on the wreckage and ashes of the same kind and poured into the hellish battlefield. There are still a lot of traces of previous fierce battles here. Destroyed vehicles and collapsed obelisks are the only shelters. The limited columns can only accommodate
One or two people hiding behind is not enough. Most people can only stand in the open space without any obstruction.
In the distance, amid the green smoke that was as pale as hell, stood a terrifying alien-shaped pyramid. It was so blasphemous and heretical, like a palace inhabited by the god of death in folk mythology.
During the bloody hundred days, heretical rumors about the death god were rampant. Some people claimed that the death god who was exiled by the Emperor's Light in the Dark Ages had returned again. People could not understand what power could sweep away the mortal world so quickly.
Can you believe it is a man holding a sickle and wearing black clothes?
However, these remarks were severely cracked down by the state church. Groups of interrogators and purifiers wearing pointed hats patrolled the streets, but this could not suppress the fear in people's hearts. If it weren't for Asta
With the arrival of the special angels, Alama's military and people's morale may have collapsed long ago.
But at this moment, this fear of death once again enveloped the hearts of the soldiers. Although they are the best and bravest, they are still mortals after all.
In the diffuse green smoke, you can vaguely see many bleak and scary skeletal soldiers, as well as various weird killing machines that only appear in nightmares.
"Charge! Charge forward! Destroy them! For the blood of the Emperor and Orpheus!"
The officer who had just captured Marcusius held his command sword high, motivating the soldiers to charge. A flag bearer followed closely beside him. The Orpheus Death Army only had one flag. It was blood red with a word written on it in black ink.
High Gothic words -
revenge.
The various units were forced out of their bunkers and bumped into each other.
Except for the desperate battle, everything was forgotten. Marcus Hughes was still a little dizzy. Before he could take any action, death struck him again.
Dense Gaussian rays hit like raindrops, and hundreds of people instantly turned into ashes and scattered on the ground like smashed statues.
Then came the screams...
Those who died were considered lucky, but those who did not die were miserable. Many of them lost a considerable part of their bodies, with half or a third left wailing, and the injection of combat stimulants kept them strong.
Until he wakes up, he can only wave his hands in despair or start talking nonsense.
"Help! Help!"
"Give me a grenade! Give me a grenade!"
"Emperor, the Emperor is looking at me..."
"I'm going home, it's so cold here... so cold..."
Marcusius saw the officer. He was missing from the waist down, and the spilled internal organs were like a dirty tail trailing behind him. He struggled to catch the battle flag dropped by the dead flag bearer, and then turned over.
At that moment, his eyes met Marcus's, and then his other hand grabbed the blade of the command sword and pressed it against his neck. Marcus could not see his face behind the breathing mask, but
You can probably imagine it.
"For...the Emperor!"
With a pop, he thrust the sword into his own throat. After a moment, his hand went limp and his body leaned to one side. The flag in his hand was about to fall.
For some unknown reason, Marcus Hughes rushed forward, grabbed the flag, and took over the opponent's command sword.
"Come on! Charge with me!!!"
"kill!!"
The crowd continued to roar and charge, while the aliens mechanically harvested batches of lives. The Orps Death Army was like a raging ocean wave, trying to extinguish the alien fire with bloody courage and numbers, but failed again and again.
It hit the rocks and was shattered to pieces.
But this time the situation has changed slightly...
Just on the right side of the pyramid, the originally closed entrance to the passage was suddenly opened, and then a dozen mechanical ant bulls rushed in with a roar. They all carried rocket launchers and launched an attack on the array of immortals.
A salvo.
Many rockets were knocked out in mid-air, but some still fell into the queue of immortals, and then a strong electromagnetic pulse wave swept over them.
A group of soldiers armed with plasma weapons also rushed out of those exits. Their joining immediately attracted the attention of the Necrons. Some immortals turned around and raised their guns and began to attack the new attackers. The pyramid's arcs and particle rays also began
Change direction.
Finally an opportunity appeared, and the soldiers shouted and quickened their pace.
Only close combat has a chance to prevent the enemy from using their Gauss weapons. A row of immortals began to move forward, in unison, like a long steel wall, trying to block the wave of humanity.
With a bang, the two sides collided. Orps used bayonets, thunderbolts, grenades, ordnance shovels and even fists to fight the enemy to the death. There was no technology at all, only the most primitive cruelty and blood.
In an instant, the immortals in the first row were dragged to the ground by the huge number of people, their eyes were gouged, their limbs were broken, and their heads were smashed.
The death squads who were in a desperate situation also jumped towards another defense line of the pyramid. Many people were killed by ruthless gunfire. Even when they got too close, they would be chopped into pieces by the well-disciplined defense team of the immortals guarding the side.
Shredding, like a team of farmers working together to harvest their crops.
But it didn't matter. Although the suicide squads were killed in droves, the sheer force of their charge and the melta bombs they carried still riddled the defense forces with holes.
These breaches were then exploited by the troops behind them, over and over again, like pipes gushing over a dike, and soon turned into huge gaps as the humans began to close in on their objective
This was a pure collision of steel and flesh. Everyone knew that the real opportunity was coming. The commander also made a big effort and smashed all the cards in his hand. The rumble of the tank drove up the steps again, but it was not Leman Russ, but
Due to the limited space in the equipment bay of the new Fear Lion tanks, the number assigned to this division was very small, only five, but they were still put into combat.
When their barrels roared, the first shell finally hit the black pyramid.
But when the smoke from the explosion dissipated, the alien creation of black stone remained motionless, and even its surface began to appear with a stronger green luster. At the same time, the doors on both sides of the stairs also opened, and the immortals who had been destroyed before were resurrected.
The infantry began to march out.
In order to destroy the enemy in one go, even the top commander of the direction arrived at the front line.