Facing the sudden appearance of several tough men, the green-skinned men had no idea what was firing at them. In shock, both thugs and warriors alike turned into splatters of blood and broken flesh and disappeared.
The heavy bolter roared, the meat rabbit was torn into pieces, the armor shone like shrapnel, and even the vehicle was cut in half.
"Kill the aliens!"
The battle prayer and the roar of the weapon are closely connected, and the sound becomes a resonance as pure as crystal.
Even Robin smiled. He knew very well that every word he heard, every boil in his blood - this was what he pursued, desired and loved.
The Emperor was with him, his fire in his heart as in the bolter in his hand.
And it makes him feel good.
At the back of the waist, the heavy shackles were clanging, as if begging for a chance to be released, but the time has not come yet...
On the other hand, even though the greenskins have various shortcomings, they have no idea of giving up easily. They have no interest in the Emperor's wrath and have no tactics at all. Normal people may lie on the ground when faced with fierce firepower.
Cover fire, but not with these beasts.
They roared angrily, brandishing their crudely made weapons, and charged directly at the recruit squad.
"They're coming!"
Robin raised his bolter and aimed at the largest greenskin he could see.
The command structure of the greenskins is very simple. Whoever is bigger has more weight to his words. If he can get rid of the leader, the rest will be easier to eradicate.
The battle prayers still surrounded him, and his voice joined in, and it felt like the song was stimulating the nerves like wildfire.
The second wave of greenskins rushed forward angrily, they roared, they were urgent, they seemed to have no end.
The beasts were very close to them now, and he could see them clearly: protruding fangs and green skin, rusty weapons and armor pieced together from steel and ceramite picked up from the battlefield.
One of them was wearing a black shoulder pad with a double-headed eagle logo on it.
The ferocious firepower of the bolt bombs plowed a bloody path through the dense greenskin team, but their losses did not stop them. Instead, they picked up the dying ones and trampled weapons and continued to move forward.
Heavy bolters roared in the hands of the two warriors, while Zod kept firing with his sniper rifle, carefully selecting his targets.
The battlefield turned into a chaotic cabaret of blood, smoke and noise, with the greenskins drooling and yelling, trampling their fallen kindred spirits or grts into pieces.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!
"There are too many of them!"
Hao Mo's voice broke the frenzy of the battle. His bolter had misfired and he was replacing the ammunition chain.
"If this continues, our bullets won't last long."
Robin frowned, but the shot in his hand was not affected.
The leading greenskin took a few steps back in the crimson blood mist, while the other greenskins continued to surge forward one after another, like a corrupted green tide, and like a huge beast, with no order and no fear at all.
Howling and roaring like an animal.
Robin felt that the anger in his body was rising in a straight line, and then dropped back to the righteous anger that was as bright and white as magnesium.
Behind the rising smoke, several larger figures were moving forward. They had crude but beautifully decorated weapons, and those weapons kept emitting bursts of fire.
A bunch of smaller and darker grunts were running around on the battlefield. They picked up things on the ground, shook them, bit them and then picked them up excitedly.
Robin hung the bolter back on his waist, drew out the two swords crossed behind him, and then pressed the force field activation button.
As the force field was activated, the two swords roared anxiously, thirsting for the alien's blood.
Bahram, who was at the back of the team, also had a close confrontation with the greenskins. He first knocked down one with the butt of his gun, kicked another to the ground, snatched the ax from its hand, and then chopped the other on the back.
The green-skinned, originally light gray scout breastplate is now polished with the color of death.
Robin rushed into the greenskins alone.
Holding the power sword, he whirled his arms, slashed across the throat of one greenskin, and then slashed into the chest of the other. The two beasts fell almost at the same time, and the third one started howling because it lost its arm.
Robin's sword was so fast that when he took the fifth step, ten greenskins were already lying on both sides.
Then he stepped over the head of some rude grunt and slashed at two greenskins walking side by side. At this moment, he was the embodiment of death, representing the wrath of the Emperor, using the sword in his hand to strike at the enemy's armor,
The carvings on the flesh and bones let the blood spill into the air like red wine.
After cutting down the fifty-sixth greenskin, Robin saw something else.
A war boss.
This beast is very huge, three meters tall. Its body muscles seem to be made of granite. There are some metals on its ears. One tooth in its lower jaw is particularly protruding. It is also covered with armor almost all over its body. Some well-known patterns can be seen on it -
—Ok smiley face, skull graffiti, etc.
This is also the largest and most damn green skin Robin has ever seen on the battlefield.
Its red eyes had sharp, cunning looks, and it had already set its sights on Robin.
“waaaaagh!!!”
Around them, the melee slowed to a smooth dance of blood and blades, and out of the corner of Robin's eye, he saw Bahram punch an Ork in the face with his crimson fist.
Ke shook his body and took a few steps back, then shook his head, and then passed out on the ground.
Oscar, on the other hand, was covering the flanks and kept firing. The greenskins he killed almost piled up into a hill.
Robin continued to charge. As the best swordsman among the first batch of recruits of the Astral Knights, his talent was so high that even Thor often mentioned it in front of Soshyan.
Of course, as famous as Robin's swordsmanship is his arrogance.
Many new recruits think he is too proud, but Robin feels there is nothing wrong with him, but he is not very good at communicating with others. Bahram and Haomo, who have a good relationship with him, both know that he is a cold person on the outside but hot on the inside.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In fact, Robin doesn't care what the outside world says, but the better his swordsmanship is, the more his respected instructor Saul seems to feel alienated from him. He doesn't know the reason for this.
What, this has become a big worry for him.
Once he heard the mysterious think tank say that Robin was very similar to an old friend of Thor's past, but when he asked who the old friend was, the white-skinned think tank just made a sound.
He smiled strangely and didn't answer.
But these thoughts never occurred, because Robin's attention was focused on reality, on the green-skinned boss.
It's like the other person's attention is on him.
The two of them were like the center of the storm. The green-skinned one carried two axes, both of which were as long as its muscular forearms, and there was a huge pistol stuck in its belt.
Suddenly, it moved.
Not only is it big, it's also very fast.
Robin has become accustomed to the slow movements of the greenskins, who have relied on brute force rather than speed or skill to knock down enemies.
But this one is different.
But Robin did not panic, but followed Thor's teachings and let his fighting instinct guide his sword. It was an intuition, a pure concentration, and it was also part of his combat training.
The greenskin leader's first side slash was blocked, and then the second, and there was a screeching sound as the ax bit into the blade of the power sword.
The green-skinned boss did not retreat. It used brute force to try to control the situation. Robin began to retreat, blocking one blow and then withstood the second blow, stepping on the internal organs and corpses everywhere with his boots.
It followed his footsteps, its breath was as dirty as the yellow teeth in its mouth, and it kept roaring, as if threatening and mocking its opponent, but Robin didn't care about its arrogant words.
He is waiting for the opportunity, and then he will definitely die here.
Another blow, and another, and the greenskin leader tried to push forward, but he didn't notice the cold glint in Robin's eyes.
Suddenly, it felt a sharp pain under its body. When it lowered its head, it found that the knee of its left leg had been cut off. It lost its balance and screamed and fell over. Then two long swords came like a strong wind, and its arms and armor
, nose, ears, fangs, flying up one by one.
In just a few seconds, he dismembered the huge beast Lingchi, scaring the boys around him and running away.
Robin's final blow was to drive his sword into the beast's head, twisting the brains into a puddle of green paste.