After a burst of shooting, Soshyan slammed his arm downwards, and the hot barrel of the storm bolter struck the monster's plate-shaped forehead hard, shattering the bones underneath.
But it still didn't die. Instead, it roared back, and its almost ridiculously large jaws snapped together, twisting the wrist that hit it.
Soshyan then pounded the ground harder, pushing the power system of his Terminator to its limit. It took two more heavy blows to dull the fury behind the unnatural scarlet eyes, and then the third blow destroyed the giant.
The giant beast fell to the ground and slid down the inner wall of the trench.
Then, he gathered his strength and climbed up the slope, groping in a wave of falling ash debris. At this moment, his armor was full of dents and cracks, and the air was filled with that terrifying, never-ending wave.
The roar-WAAAAAGH!!!
Every battle with the green brutes was accompanied by this noise, and the sonic inferno only intensified, tearing at the auditory protection inside his helmet.
When he reached the edge of the slope, there were no enemies around him. He was finally able to take a break, kneeling on one knee and gasping for air.
Above him was a wide-open, tortured sky, bright orange like poisonous gas, scratched by the black contrails of rockets.
This is the normal sky color at Armageddon. As the shadow season passes, the volcanic ash that once enveloped the atmosphere gradually dissipates, and human communication and detection systems begin to play a significant role.
When he shifted his gaze downwards, a folded terrain composed of salt-alkali land was revealed in front of him, glowing brightly against the backdrop of successive explosions, like a piece of broken glass spread across the width of a continent.
The saddle-shaped mountains of the north stood on the fiery horizon, and a hive city stood in front of the mountains, but everything between him and the hive city was in motion. It was a land in motion, like a boiling and turbulent ocean.
But that is definitely not the earth, nor is it the ocean.
It was a living wave, a living carpet made of dark green flesh and blood, bound by heavy iron armor and covered in nightmare-like roars, rolling and swallowing everything.
There is nothing like it in the galaxy, no other species that can do this, no sentient life that can fuse and twist itself into this molten amorphous rage.
That kind of rage surged out from the condensed basic ganglia, rushing through the black blood vessels, driving the steel-hard muscle bundles to swing a dull knife like a turbo hammer, splitting the ground under the paws into pieces.
Greenskins, the most powerful and numerous of all alien threats that humans have ever faced, have evolved so perfectly into violent machines, fearless and incredibly strong, with terrifying warlike nature and reproductive capabilities.
Vigorous and extremely tough.
But now they launched another charge, once again facing the spear tip of an Astartes assault.
The operation against the northern continent has been launched for a month. At first, the operation went smoothly. There were not many greenskins here, but their warlords were very smart and concentrated all their forces into one place.
Once the greenskins clump together, their lack of numbers will be greatly compensated and they will become more difficult to chew.
The advantage is that as long as the enemies entrenched in the nest are eliminated, the northern continent will be wiped out.
This was a tough battle, and Soshyan also concentrated all the forces he could use, including his first company, the two tactical companies "lent" to him by Randall, and more than half a million mortal troops
, which also includes the auxiliary troops of the Astral Knights.
But this was not enough. There were more than three million greenskins entrenched in the city, and the ratio between the numbers of the enemy and ourselves was very different. Fortunately, not all the greenskins left the city to attack. The terrain restricted the deployment of their forces, which gave Soshyan an opportunity.
"Order the ground troops to suppress the enemy!"
Behind, basilisk cannons burst with flames, marking their position like torches.
Timber machine guns, automatic cannons and heavy bolters fired fiercely at the large green muscles that rolled across the ground like thunder and lightning, mixed with the flame stream of heavy flamethrowers.
But the green-skinned main force still rushed towards the human siege position regardless of the situation, not flinching at all when their compatriots were burned to charcoal.
Most of them had already seen the waiting Imperial forces glinting in the morning sun, and the coming battle only spurred them on to run faster, the sheer number of drooling, gasping thugs moving forward.
Running, a large plume of smoke and dust was thrown up, and the stench and thunderous noise filled the air.
On the position, the local guards of Armageddon looked at the size of the troops rushing towards them in horror. The salty land was covered with greenskins and their crude military vehicles. Countless off-road vehicles served as the vanguard, surrounded by
Huge Ork war bikes, followed by a storm of infantry: unimaginably large numbers of gun boys and slash boys.
In the center of this cluster, there are several standing war trucks. The huge leader stands proudly on the roof of the vehicle, roaring into the air, driving his men forward.
When the first wave of high-speed off-road vehicles entered the shooting range, the position suddenly erupted with countless artillery fire, lasers and explosive bombs forming a continuous barrage.
Some of the off-road vehicles rolled over and exploded into a ball of flames, others crashed directly behind them, but most of the vehicles still drove resolutely towards the waiting human forces.
Suddenly, a group of assault motorcycles rushed out of the position, trying to intercept the Ork war motorcycles before they reached the wings. A huge Predator tank drove out of the smoke, and the gun barrel fired lasers to hit the advancing Ork off-road vehicles.
Break up their formation before attacking.
The even larger Malcador heavy tanks and Sikaran battle tanks kept shooting at the green-skinned heavy armor, and their ferocious firepower stalled the green tide's impact.
Just when the greenskins outside the city were desperately fighting with humans, they did not expect that the place where they set out had already ushered in a more dangerous intruder.
"Crush them dry!"
Talos's chainsword smashed into an Ork who was wielding a menacing machete as he tried to flank the Terminator. The blow instantly shattered the greenskin's skull and even crushed his spine, causing the creature to fall to the ground and lie in a heap.
Half an hour ago, Talos and the Terminator team of the Astral Knights suddenly appeared at the hive gate through teleportation, and seized control of the gate, dividing the greenskin army into two.
But then the greenskins launched a ferocious counterattack. The most elite battle brothers of the Astral Knights resisted the sea of green muscles and the steady rain of bullets. Their storm bolters smoked and exploded from the continuous firing.
Exploded into countless deadly shrapnel at the gap, the Orks fell down one after another, torn into pieces by the continuous fire, but they continued to come, vowing to open the gate and support the troops outside.
Talos stood at the breach in the gate, standing on a pile of rubble, waving the chain sword that was blurred because it was too fast.
In his left hand, he held a plasma pistol, scorching Orks who tried to rush towards him or struggled to find a clear line of fire among the huddled greenskins.
This finely crafted pistol shoots a torrent of blue energy, crushing Ork skulls and tearing open their bellies, without overheating even if fired continuously.
At this moment, he was like a gray boulder blocking the opening of the green ocean.