As Piceno slowly raised his head to look up, the memory of that recent period quickly passed through his mind, causing his dull nerves to tremble.
After getting up, he slowly scanned the giant in front of him, from the ankles to the knees, from the knees to the groin, then to the pipes and breastplate, until he could not see the head that was hidden in the shadows.
What concerned him most was that the opponent's shoulder armor was covered with a wet piece of dough. The green color on it showed that it once belonged to a certain greenskin, and judging from the criss-crossing scars, he should still be a battle-hardened warrior.
The big guy...
When Piceno slowly saw the other person's head clearly, he really wished he had not witnessed all this.
When the greenskins looked up at the Space Marines, the Space Marines also looked down at Piceno. This giant wore a round helmet with brass reliefs on both sides. There was a white skull on the front and two sides of the helmet.
Connected to the breathing tube.
In the firelight, the silver-gray armor exuded a strange luster, and the eyepiece in the center of the helmet flashed with red light, like red-hot coals in the darkness, full of hatred and cruelty.
Piceno's hands began to shake, and he tried to pull out the pistol from his waist, but his hands shook so much that the weapon fell to the ground as soon as it was unsheathed.
"you you--"
In the boundless sense of oppression, he stepped back step by step in despair, but behind him was the edge of the ruins.
The mechanic knew he was trapped, and he could only stand a chance by jumping from the gap in the railing on the side - it was nearly ten meters above the ground.
But even if he jumped from the building, his chances of survival would be higher than if he stayed with this monster here - his instinct told him that even if he fell to death, it would be a quick and painless process, far better than being tortured to death by the guy in front of him.
The giant reached out to grab him, but Piceno showed extraordinary agility and jumped down before the Space Marine could catch him.
"Huh huh huh!"
The mechanic watched the road on the street getting closer and closer to him, and memories of the past appeared in his mind like a revolving door - he felt a little sense of accomplishment for not dying at the hands of this monster.
The impact of jumping from a five-story height position will be fatal and short-lived. For a greenskin, this does not completely mean death. There is a high probability that he will survive and then escape immediately.
Before descending, Piceno comforted himself that he would not necessarily die.
But he didn't notice that the other party had already disappeared before he jumped off the building.
So where is that Space Marine?
He stood at the base of the building, waiting for the mechanic to land, like a child preparing to catch a toy dropped from a height.
After a few seconds, he grabbed the falling mechanic's arm and lifted him up to his face.
Within his helmet, the Night Lord's mouth split into a wide smile.
"No!"
Piceno shouted desperately and tried to struggle, but it was useless.
"You're not dead yet."
The Space Marine paused.
"not yet……"
His voice was full of hunger and madness, and his next actions were even worse than his words.
"Taros, completely destroy the target and come back to assemble immediately."
Soshyan said in the communication:
"We don't have much time to waste here. Besides, throw away the damn green skin on your shoulder armor! I don't want to cause any more trouble from the Inquisitor or anything else!"
Just then, an enemy emerged from the burning ruins. It was a massive beast, as tall as a Space Marine, and easy to spot.
In the strong wind, it wore tattered armor, exposed its strong green muscles, and roared provocatively.
"Communication ended."
Soshyan roared, raised his storm bolter, and shot the beast in the face.
The green-skinned head exploded like a spray gun.
Behind it, its men roared, and Soshyan had already launched a charge.
A few rough bullets bounced off his armor, causing only a few flashes of light. Then he rushed into the greenskin pile, and the Holy Flame Sword began to roar - Fentian, as a sacred object of the legion, is not suitable to appear frequently.
On the battlefield.
With one sword he removed a greenskin's head and shoulders, and with the second sword he cut off a scrap metal ax along with the arm holding the axe.
One of the orcs raised his ax and slammed it against his shoulder armor, knocking some fragments off the ceramite armor. In return, he disemboweled the guy with his sword, watching the alien's internal organs with a growl of satisfaction.
It was sprayed all over the ground.
At this time, other combat brethren also joined the battle, the bolters roared like thunder, and the muzzle flashes of the weapons flashed with dazzling light, illuminating the surroundings.
Soon after, corpses and rotten flesh were everywhere on the ground, and puddles of alien blood quickly boiled under the high temperature.
"Okay, okay, I understand."
With a blood-stained face on his waist, Talos activated his jump backpack and jumped out of the gantry.
As he streaked across the sky, Mars passed by him, and automated senses overlaid his vision with wireframe mappings of his flight path and bridge structure.
It took him a while to make his way across the blazing battlefield, the wind trying to push him off the path before his boots made contact with another support pole.
He stood on a protruding cylindrical incense burner under the bridge, ignoring the roaring wind around him, calmly calculating the data for his next jump, and then activated the nozzle of his jump pack again.
As he was flying in the air, he heard the noise on the communication channel.
Soshyan is fighting another wave of green skins. This should be the last wave of green skins. What he has to do now is to completely destroy the green skins' arsenal - most of the things in there cannot be used by humans, but the preservation of
Don't allow the greenskins to come back and use them after they leave.
Talos jumped down from the height, walked around the concrete bridge deck, and entered the shadows.
There, huge gantry frames, beams and cables criss-cross the warehouse supporting the factory.
He landed lightly on a long, wide beam and paused, looking for the perfect spot to place the ion bomb.
Because he is surrounded by shadows, Talos can only see part of the situation, and the automatic senses on his helmet are now his eyes.
boom!
Suddenly, Talos's thoughts were interrupted by a bullet fired from the beam on his left side.
Then another bullet grazed the side of his helmet, and then a hail of bullets surrounded him.
Following the instinctive reaction brought about by his training, Talos activated his jump pack and performed a twisted evasive jump to avoid the danger.
He jumped into a bunker formed by two beams, then turned off the engine and fell like a stone.
He fell a few meters and grabbed the edge of a platform below as he passed.
Now he dived into the shadows again, waiting, his heart beating steadily.
More shots rang out, but eventually faded away as his enemies could no longer find him...