If a mortal lost blood at this rate, he would soon burp, but the powerful physiological mechanism of the Astartes made this kind of injury not fatal.
Soon, Bahram's wound stopped bleeding.
Seeing this scene, the green-skinned eyes twitched and attacked again.
The knife was exchanged flexibly between the left and right hands of the special operations boy like a juggler, and after each attack, he immediately changed the angle and struck again.
Bahram lowered his knife and faced the opponent's attack head on.
The enemy feigned attack again, but he had figured out the opponent's path and immediately thrust out the knife.
This disrupted the greenskin's trick. Bahram's knife went directly through the puncture in the enemy's knife. The greenskin
Instinctively, I wanted to pull the knife back, but it was too late.
A second later, the green-skinned knife spun in the air and flew more than ten meters away.
The enemy hesitated because he was suddenly disarmed. Bahram took advantage of the situation and rushed towards him with a knife, piercing the enemy's ribs and completely penetrating the stinking body. Then he raised his arm and hit the opponent's head with a heavy blow.
fist.
The special operations boy knelt down violently under the heavy blow, breathing heavily due to the collapse of his lungs.
Before he could recover, the Empire's sharp knife quickly penetrated his chest again, and thick blood spurted out from the wound and his slack mouth in an instant.
He first landed on his knees, then hit his face heavily on the floor, falling completely, with the tip of the knife supporting his body like a tent.
"so close."
Bahram leaned against the guardrail, gasping for air.
His body was shaking due to the production of a large amount of adrenaline.
Then, he touched his wet and dusty face with his bleeding hands, glanced at the body lying in a pool of blood, and laughed half coughing and half whimpering.
Bahram suddenly thought that if Haomo knew that he was almost cornered by a green-skinned man, he would laugh for at least half a year...
"Um?"
Just when he was about to take a rest, the lost green skin stood up again.
He squirmed forward on his knees, leaving a large pool of blood around him, then straightened his upper body, his arms swaying by his sides, and slowly turned his head towards Bahram.
What shocked Bahram was that the other party's face was expressionless, and a fierce green light erupted from his head, shooting out from his pupil-less eyes.
At the same time, the special operations boy's mouth also grew weakly, and green light also shot out from inside, illuminating his teeth.
Then, the green-skinned man simply and quickly pulled out the knife stuck in his chest. The wound did not bleed, but a green light shot out from it.
Although he didn't know what happened, Bahram struggled with his willpower and stood up with difficulty.
The green-skinned man walked towards him slowly, like a zombie walking out of ancient legends, with glowing eyes and an expressionless face, holding the knife that killed him in his hand.
The next moment, the corpse raised the knife and prepared to attack.
With a roar, the zombie was hit by a bomb fired from the side, and his head was completely smashed off from the base of the ears like a sledgehammer.
Under Bahram's surprised gaze, Blood Angel think tank Calistarius quickly passed through the emergency exit door on the side with a bolt pistol in his hand, and then looked down at the slowly burning corpse, a spontaneously igniting corpse.
, constantly spitting out corpses devouring its own green energy.
Only then did Bahram notice that the think tank was in very bad condition. The right shoulder armor was completely shattered, exposing a blood-stained arm. The breastplate was full of cracks and there were obvious burn marks.
"Chief Callistarius, you-"
"It's okay, I just dealt with a few green-skinned psykers, and one of them escaped and planned to possess this corpse-"
Before he finished speaking, Callistarius's body swayed and then fell forward.
"Sir!"
Bahram hurriedly went to support him, and only then did he realize that the opponent's power armor was extremely hot to the touch!
"I...it's okay..."
With the help of Bahram, Callistarius took off his helmet with difficulty. His entire face was now blue-grey, and the blood vessels under his skin were protruding. It was obviously the sequelae of excessive use of psychic powers.
"Leave quickly...this place is almost abandoned."
"receive!"
So Bahram helped him walk towards the scheduled meeting point.
In the early days, Callistarius could walk on his own for a while, but then he could hardly move anymore, and it was all up to Bahram to drag him.
A figure in power armor appeared from the end of the corridor. Next to the broken warband icon hung rust and common filth in the lower hive. Dante sent several bolts into his heart with one hand.
A mass bomb detonated inside the traitor's armor, and his body fell down.
"I'm Bahram! Can anyone hear me?"
Bahram continued to walk forward, dragging Bahram while looking back. He heard heavy footsteps, and it was obvious that something bad was chasing him.
So he tried to connect to the radio again, but there was still no response.
When he looked back again, he saw many greenskins rushing towards them. Bullets hit the wall and blew off pieces of cement.
One of them even exploded on his breastplate. Fortunately, it was not a large-caliber bullet, but the impact still made him tremble.
"Sir Callistarius, the enemy is coming!"
Bahram shouted, firing a magazine at the greenskin behind him.
"I have...already..."
The Blood Angels Librarian leaned helplessly against the wall.
The greenskins continued to advance forward with guns in hand, passing through the narrow corridor, letting out ear-piercing howls.
Bahram prepared for the impact, but the greenskins did not fire, but instead drew their melee weapons.
"It's nice that they want to go head-to-head."
Bahram roared, and the beating of his heart turned into a loud war drum in his ears. Before he could think carefully, he had already picked up the combat knife and rushed forward.
He collided with the one in the head, knocking the axe-wielding greenskin off balance.
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The greenskin took several steps back and bumped into other people behind him, but his ax also made a scratch on the double-headed eagle on Bahram's chest.
Bahram stepped forward and struck his opponent hard with his elbow, breaking his eye socket and causing him to continue to retreat.
Before the opponent could counterattack, he thrust his knife into the greenskin's chest with his backhand, and the beast's blood splattered everywhere when it died.
Then Bahram pulled out his weapon, and the companions behind the dead greenskin opened fire. The narrow terrain made it impossible for them to come out at once. Bahram took this opportunity to use the greenskin corpse as a shield to fire.
Rush over.
The greenskins huddled in the passage continued to fire until Bahram pushed the body towards them and then used his combat knife hand to split the helmet of the nearest one in half.
He jumped over the corpse and kicked the third enemy hard in the face. This blow directly broke the opponent's head, and the unbalanced corpse was helpless.
The death of the fourth greenskin was even more comical. He tried to rush forward, but tripped over the corpse of his companion, and was beheaded by Bahram before he could get up.
But unfortunately, because of this blow, Bahram's knife got stuck in the green skin bone, so he flew directly towards the last green skin.
"Die! Die! Everyone!"
When the fight reached fever pitch, an invisible mist enveloped his consciousness, submerging his soul in a rage.
Astartes' weight and impact caused the greenskin to tilt his head and fall to the ground. Then Bahram locked his hands tightly around the opponent's throat and even pressed his fingers into the opponent's flesh.
The greenskin waved his fist and beat Bahram repeatedly, but he still did not relax his strength.
In the end, he ended the alien's life with a crushing crush, twisting off the opponent's head.