The Death Knell

Efilar's power armor is slightly damaged, but as one of the ancient armors of the Sisters, it can still provide very good defense and power increase.

The process of the two landing was not too smooth, because there were flying boys who always wanted to hit them and use the propeller to grind them into a pulp.

Yes, for flying boys, the propellers are also two machetes, and the helicopter can also be used for hand-to-hand combat.

With his extraordinary physical fitness, Su Ming can indeed replace the role of the engine to a certain extent. However, since it is a human helicopter without a tail rudder, it is not easy to pull the air with just two legs. It is still a little behind in terms of steering ability and other aspects. , swaying left and right, and 'abandoned' the aircraft at a height of more than ten meters above the ground.

To put it simply, he threw the propeller in his hand like a giant shuriken. The blades made of broken iron sheets were surprisingly sharp. They bounced around in the group of helicopters that were chasing the two people, and smoothly flew into the sky. A bunch of fireworks.

The two landed steadily. The only difference was that the nun splashed a large amount of putrid soil, while the death knell landed silently.

The current location is next to the relay station, behind the Space Wolves' battle line, if they have such a term as a battle line.

In fact, they have completely fought the incoming green-skinned army waaaaagh! Together, they were like patches of white waves in a green sea, with the sound of chainsaws and swords mingling together, and all kinds of broken limbs flying around.

Some of them were enemies and some of their own people, who were so happy to chop that no one noticed the two people who landed behind them.

But in general, after being chopped down by them like this, Su Ming and the nun were basically surrounded by dead greenskins, various miscellaneous weapons scattered on the ground, and the squeaking sound in the Grot's squig jar. A squeaking sound.

"Shall we go kill the enemy too?" The Battle Sister was a little eager to try. Her eyes looked at the bravely fighting Space Marines, as if the blood in her heart was ignited.

"Who are you killing with?" Su Ming picked up the cricket jar and shook the minced meat on it. He opened the lid and looked inside. He saw a 'Sizzling Scooter' huddled in the corner. He closed the lid and put it away: "Look over there, the Dark Angel is coming too."

Yes, after the dark green airdrop pods that landed on the other side of the tower were opened, the heavily armed First Regiment also began the work of harvesting the greenskins. They had a large number of heavy bolters and also brought interstellar weapons. The warrior assault team, rushing at the front was a battle priest wearing a Terminator armor and a skull-faced helmet.

Between the swings of the eagle ax in his hand, several orcs would always fly out with their stomachs disemboweled, while he was still shouting mottos praising the Lion King loudly to boost his morale.

However, the two battle groups kept a certain distance between them and had no intention of joining together. They just killed each other like they were competing.

Efilar had turned his back to the sky before and did not see the Dark Angels landing. At this time, he also looked like he had a headache. The two war groups had a bad relationship with the Primarch, and the way they got along with each other was also very strange. Weird.

The intention of competition is very obvious, and no matter which side the two join, they will be hostile to the other side.

"What should we do? We can't just watch, right? It's not honorable." Her sense of mission called her to kill the enemy, but it was obviously very unfair to intervene in the dispute between two war groups while carrying a secret. clever.

She fully recognized the combat effectiveness of the Primarch around her, and was fully capable of fighting side by side with those human gods, and would even bring them an advantage and win the game.

And this means unfairness, which is also a source of hostility.

"We will do it by ourselves, no one will join us. In this battle to clean up the greenskins around the relay station, I will win against all of them." Su Ming took out the sledgehammer transformed from the God Killer from his pocket with his backhand, and placed it on the ground. Rubbed it on the green skin.

Regarding the unbelievable thing like him taking out the war hammer out of thin air, the nun seemed not to notice it. She deliberately turned her head to look in the direction of the enemy.

"Your courage and pride surpass them all. Well, I'll follow you."

"The greenskins are coming from the east, and the direction of the two battle groups' attacks is also that direction. I think the west may be the territory of other forces, and they have temporarily entangled the orcs in that direction." There is a battlefield in Deathstroke's mind. He analyzed the three-dimensional image very calmly. Although he didn’t know what race held back the orcs who came back for reinforcements, it was indeed a good time: “We fought through the narrow gap between the two battle groups. The waves of Orks from the east then turned back to surround them."

"Two of us, surrounding these tens of thousands of greenskins?" The nun grabbed the iris rosary hanging from her belt. On the battlefield filled with explosions and roars, she wondered if she was hallucinating.

Su Ming didn't take it seriously. He stepped on the thick corpses on the ground and moved his ankles: "Yes, as long as you move fast enough, even fast enough to appear in front of all enemies at almost the same time, then theoretically a small number of troops can do it." To surround a large force is called a blitzkrieg.”

The nun was silent, because she found that there seemed to be some truth to what she said. As long as it was fast enough to exist everywhere at the same time, that battle could actually be regarded as countless one-on-one duels.

There is no doubt about the fighting power of the original body, and these alien monsters cannot be his opponents at all.

But the two of us are not dimensional spiders of the Spirit Tribe and cannot flash. How can we appear in front of every enemy almost at the same time?

However, the man directly gave the answer with action, that is, running with two legs cannot be regarded as running. It is more like flying above the pile of corpses on the ground. Every step he takes is more than ten meters away, and the soles of his feet and the ground Bounces up quickly upon brief contact.

In just the blink of an eye, the man crashed into the protrusion of the green-skinned army a hundred meters away. Golden light flashed in his hands, and all kinds of debris and soil flew up into the sky as if they were blown up by heavy artillery.

"Wait for me." She stretched out her hand over there as if to 'Erkang', but on the noisy battlefield, words are the most powerless thing.

Sighing, she quickly ran after him.

The gap between the two battle groups was about thirty meters wide. The greenskins here were originally attacking their flanks to attack the Space Marines.

I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, there would be a thunderous strike. The shrimp rushed into the crowd like a monster, crushing all the good boys into minced meat. Even the ashes were scattered in the flash of lightning.

Every hammer blow was like a heavy artillery bombardment, and the sound of thunder was endless. The greenskin often turned his head and saw his figure, and lost consciousness the next time he blinked.

He was the last to charge, and only a few seconds had passed before he was already on par with the front lines of the two battle groups. His bravery and force attracted the attention of the leaders of the two groups almost at the same time.

The tall wolf lord used his storm claws to tear the green-skinned machete boy in front of him into pieces. He laughed and shouted some Fenrisian dialect to him, while the Dark Angel Priest was also shouting, telling him to come over and get closer.

But Su Ming ignored them at all, showing the purest arrogance, as if telling everyone present, whether they were enemies or his own people, they were all trash in his eyes.

He just waved the war hammer and advanced wildly, letting the cloak increase the speed of his advance. The war hammer in his hand danced like a whirlwind, killing all the enemies in the way.

Almost all of the Space Marines within a hundred meters of his position were covered with flying intestines and stomachs. The terrifying man just moved forward and threw the garbage to them.

Suddenly, they felt that the glory they felt when they killed the enemy before seemed to have diminished. No, the honor should belong to the strongest.

Just seeing this thin, unfamiliar mortal smashing through the ground formation like crazy, countless tall Space Marines felt respect in their hearts. What a glory it was to kill the enemies of the Emperor!

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Didn't he respond to the distress signal and come to support him? Why do you feel like something's not quite right?