Chapter 115 Storm Attack and Defense Battle (2) The battle on the track
The landing torpedo cast in one piece of ceramic steel carries huge inertia and attacks silently from the pitch-black universe;
The melta weapons at the front have fully fulfilled the tactical purpose expected by the designers, burning the landing torpedoes in advance and breaking through several decks of the space station.
The friction between the semi-molten metal and the cold hard ceramic steel makes a tooth-piercing scratching sound.
The shrill alarm sounded throughout the huge space of the dark red space station, and in the dirty air with body odor, the orcs roared in search of all humans who landed.
"Shield Guard!"
The Astartes, who was wearing a cavalry Terminator, whispered the order, and was the first to smash the heavy jump shield in his hand on the floor in front of the large group of orcs;
The first row of Astartes behind them all moved in unison, bowing and crouching, with heavy shields stacked on top of each other;
While building a steel city wall with the former as the center, it also opened up space for the subsequent Astartes to land.
The orcs' guns had already arrived in front of them, and among the bullets as thick as a bowl, there were even warheads from heavy weapons roaring.
The faces of the Astartes hidden behind their helmets did not change. Their left hands holding shields bent their arms to the right. After the upper end of the shield fit into the shoulder of the power armor, two protective stances from different devices were activated at the same time. p>
The servo of the left arm, waist and legs in the power armor instantly locks the electromagnetic muscles to resist the huge impact that follows;
In his right hand, he did not forget to insert the muzzle of the flamethrower into the bracket of the shield.
The magnetic boots tried their best to resist the thrust brought by the storm-like intensive blows, and the spark-filled soles rubbed against the steel floor, making a harsh squeak.
"Punishment!"
With the second shout, multiple cone-shaped jets of promethium fuel were shot out from the top of the stacked shield wall.
The bright jet of high temperature and pressure spurted forward in an instant, and all the orcs within fifty meters, big or small, were rushed by the destructive flames in the next second and turned into ashes on the spot.
But this horrific scene could not contain the orcs, a race that lives on war, and the death of their compatriots at the front could not shake their minds.
Their big green feet, directly bolted to the steel plate soles, stepped on the coke and ashes of their compatriots, once again surging from the red floor.
The two groups shot at each other in the narrow corridor, and collided violently after the last 100 meters of sprint.
The heavy knocks were felt from the shields in their hands, and the veterans wearing Terminators silently pulled out the mounted power daggers from behind the shields.
Wearing magnetic boots, with the support of their brothers behind them, they managed to maintain their standing posture, and then used the daggers in their hands to stab forward along the gaps in the shield...
The hissing sound of the sword piercing through the flesh seemed dull and dense in the steel corridor.
When the physical strength of this group of soldiers was about to be exhausted, the second row of soldiers behind them, who were already hungry and thirsty, stepped forward from the gap.
The tide of pushback by the Astartes began to move forward unstoppably;
The muzzle of the high-temperature flamethrower pressed against the orc's stinking body, and the trigger was pulled hard again...
In comparison, the Gray Knights on the other side of the battlefield are much more calm.
Waves of silver psychic energy flashed in the depths of the space station, suddenly arriving in the empty fields at various key nodes.
Facing the angry eyes of the guarding orcs, these gray knights teleported across space emerged from the surge of psychic energy;
In the next moment before the orcs could react, the huge power accumulated by the teleportation was guided by the leading Gray Knight and thrown towards their position.
This is one of the universal advanced psychic laws mastered by high-level arbiters, and it is also one of the traditional tactics used by the Gray Knights in the Chapter era when conducting psychic raids in an environment controlled by the enemy.
But this is just the beginning.
The biggest difference between the Gray Knights who have advanced to the legion era and the previous ones is that since the return of the Primarch, they come from the same bloodline and have psychic synchronization that is unimaginable to outsiders.
And directly affected by this synchronization, when the Gray Knights jointly cast spells with large-scale psychic laws, the internal friction caused by each other's fluctuation synchronization will be greatly reduced.
To what extent can it be reduced?
This supposedly heavy price has been reduced in the hands of the sons of Calvin to the point where the Gray Knights can cast three times the United Order in a short period of time even without Calvin himself.
On the iconic Crusader helmets of the Arbiters, the psionic silver light has not yet dissipated from the eyepieces;
And in the next moment in their superhuman bullet time, the silver-gray armor of the entire team lit up again!
The second caster of the team has already raised his weapon, and in the silver light background of the gray knights overflowing the eyepieces, he begins to dominate the next wave of large-scale psychic orders.
"Law - whipping!"
"The law is coming!"
Different psychic powers are used in the specific environments faced by different teams:
The heavy firepower of the group of orcs had just been in place for a moment, but was turned into charcoal by the huge psychic lightning that struck from a distance;
The huge orc warlord wears heavy steel armor and charges forward with the power claw in his hand;
But its huge, laughing figure had just arrived in front of the Gray Knights. After being blessed by the group buff, the Arbiter slashed forward the huge lightsaber several meters high in its hand at a speed that it was completely unable to react.
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The platinum sword light was several meters long. After cutting the 4-meter-tall body of the orc warlord in half, it swept forward for more than ten meters before dissipating!
With the entire battlefield being wiped out in an instant, the Arbiter, who was half-kneeling on the ground due to exhaustion, was helped up by the brothers behind him;
The Gray Knights in the group acted as if nothing had happened. After looking at each other, they continued to walk towards the depths of the space station with their eternal steps...
The external resistance of the space station is still fierce, but under the powerful attacks of the Astartes, it has been retreating steadily and lost control of the outer layer;
The Astartes who subsequently landed did not waste these advantages. Under precise penetration and demolition strikes, flamethrowers and Kraken-type armor-piercing bombs exerted efficient and terrifying lethality in this bloody street fighting environment.
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But the main force of the orcs, which had not been damaged, was still struggling, and their troops were continuously coming from the space station and the star fort next door.
On the transparent external passage, you can see densely packed dark green figures moving.
Maybe the orcs deployed here are their real core troops;
Since the start of the landing battle, the tactical information feedback of each team has clearly marked the significant increase in the combat equipment and willpower of these orcs.
Fortunately, the Gray Knights who had completed the teleportation attack had a clear target, and they rushed towards the planned transportation hub as soon as the attack was successful.
As for Calvin himself, he led a 40-man Terminator heavy unit to completely destroy the command hub of the space station.
At this time, he was standing next to the huge corpse of the orc warlord in charge here. Dressed in silver heavy armor, he was pulling out the warhammer that had smashed into the enemy's chest with one hand.
The huge corpse under his feet could no longer see the position of the head. In the huge gap that was originally the neck, there was now only a fuzzy mass of flesh and blood that was smoking...