Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 230 04.0229: ‘Swords drawn! Air-ground integrated combat!’

With Horatio’s order, the five-layer net began to shrink rapidly according to the plan.

The two Hell Vanguard Assault Teams he arranged began to cut into the battle from both land and air angles.

Just as the minions of the Carnivore Lord tried to organize a powerful counterattack.

A whistling wind that foreshadowed the wind of death swept over the heads of the heretics who had hurriedly gathered on the ground.

In the creepy sharp whistling, they felt a sense of terror in their hearts.

The members of the Blood Pact Army who were carrying anti-aircraft grenades on their shoulders looked up nervously, but with their naked eyes, they could only see the deepest darkness, and still darkness.

[Where? ! Where! ? ]

Just as the anti-aircraft soldiers were searching in vain for the source of the strange whistling coming from above their heads.

The dark sky suddenly spit out flashes of multi-barrel lasers, with a terrifying firepower of thousands of rounds per minute, killing the Blood Pact soldiers who were gathering in the open field with extremely accurate hit rates.

The multi-barrel lasers of the Skyraider Valkyrie fighters were like whips drawn from the air. Any enemy exposed and swept by the lasers instantly turned into human torches, screaming, rolling, emitting sizzling sounds, and desperately feeling the wrath of the Imperial Navy.

The enemies of the Empire were beaten to the point of howling, rolling and crawling, and even congestion and trampling occurred at one point. The corpses of their companions were scattered on the road they were looking for cover.

Although restricted by the Guilliman Code, the Navy lacked heavy ground weapons and equipment such as tanks and field artillery.

But for the Imperial Navy, which controls almost all flying creations, aircraft are absolutely abundant.

This is also the backbone of the Navy's special warfare.

'Only one Hell Sniper can destroy an enemy regiment' is by no means empty talk.

The Hell Vanguards have never been independent entities that rely purely on equipment and individual combat power. Behind them is a complete combat system.

This system includes but is not limited to orbital close-air fire support by void warships, close-ground support by fighter jets, carpet bombing by naval aviation bomber clusters, orbital airdrops of supplies and equipment, airborne support by naval armed forces, and other tactical components beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

All the tactical equipment of the Vanguards serves air-to-ground integrated warfare.

There was a sea of ​​​​red in front of Horatio.

The special operations forces he deployed were advancing reconnaissance on the ground.

Under the guidance of the Vanguards on the ground, the pilots of the Imperial Navy in the cockpit in the sky quickly, fiercely, and accurately cleared the enemy in an organized manner, destroyed their organization, and dispersed their troops.

"Each aircraft is free to fire, full fire!" The squadron leader of the Imperial Navy looked at the target guidance frames that kept popping up in front of him and quickly disappeared under the fire attack. After judging that the most threatening enemy units had been eliminated, he ordered each crew.

The attacked Blood Pact Army could not see the secret sky raiders hovering in the dark sky. Even though a few survivors had anti-aircraft grenades, they could not use them because they could not find the target.

The only thing they could feel was the creepy whistling of the wind and the dazzling light of the multi-barrel lasers that followed.

The fierce close-air firepower forced them to hide in the shed. After leaving behind a pile of corpses and burning ruins, they were forced to gather the remnants and run against the wall for support.

But soon, they were suppressed by the flat firepower of the Hell Snipers in the blind spot of the fighter planes.

The carbine hell guns and hot wire volley guns fired ferocious energy beams from all directions. Any attempt to resist the attack will be detected by the risk detector on the Sniper's helmet, and then transformed into a high-risk signal to the Sniper, allowing him to take the lead and kill the enemy first.

With the coordination of reconnaissance and attack, the Blood God servants who were attacked by surprise had nowhere to hide in the unexpected attack and were terrified.

Soon, the first batch of rebels who had gathered collapsed, and they fled in all directions like rats.

Seeing this, the reinforcements coming from the underground did not dare to rush into the open area in the physical sense of the rain of bullets, and the troops that had just emerged were forced back again.

When the situation of the war quickly became clear from the temporary chaos at the beginning of the war, Horatio jumped from a high place and rushed forward with Louise.

In front of the two, a high wall covered with graffiti blocked the way, but Horatio, who analyzed the terrain, was prepared.

They started the jump packs behind them and easily crossed the high wall in the short spit of the engine.

During the volley, the scarlet blood-like liquid flowed out of his iron hand, coiled and twisted, and reshaped into a bright red holy blood chain saw sword, which was held in his hand.

There was a Blood Pact squad hiding from air raids right under his feet.

Buzz!

When a roar of chainsaws suddenly came from the sky.

Puff!

The head of the Blood Pact captain, who had just raised up, was chopped off in an instant, and the blood in the cavity sprayed out and smeared on the moldy and blackened wall.

The other Blood Pact soldiers were frightened by the power armor officer who fell from the sky. They were confused by the previous air-to-ground integrated assault and had not figured out what was going on. They encountered a black shadow that fell from the sky and beheaded the leader at a glance. They were all stunned.

But Horatio would not be stunned. He held the Holy Blood Chain Saw Sword in one hand and the Bolt Pistol in the other, and began to harvest blood from the crowd.

The Holy Blood Chain Saw Sword was bathed in blood happily. After a period of open and secret struggles without gunpowder, it finally drank blood again under the wielding of the "Holy Blood Herald".

Louise and him were back to back, one against the other, accurately firing lasers one after another. The two of them cleared the team together at extremely fast speeds.

Other top soldiers of the first detachment also surprised the blood pact troops gathered around them on the street.

Boom! Boom!

A particularly dull sound of footsteps came from not far away.

Horatio was no stranger to the bare arms covered with scars and the scarlet fanned Baroque helmet.

After the Battle of the Church of the Goddess, with the help of the Blood Angels, he counted the enemy corpses that had been collected and lined up.

The number of Khorne Astartes did not match the numbers he had witnessed.

These people did not return to the rift, because at that time he was guarding the rift and cut it down with his own hands with the Lament of the Unsullied Angel.

Since they have not returned...then their only way out is to follow the remnants of the Blood Army back to the lower nest.

This is why Horatio hopes to call the Astartes to come for support.

He naturally knows that these extraordinary demigods are very busy, so he will not disturb them for trivial matters for no reason.

The decision to invite them must be due to the fact that some mortals among the enemy would have to pay heavy casualties to deal with them.

Several tall giants holding roaring chain axes walked out of the dark shadows, and a large number of Khorne's servants and Blood Pact soldiers surrounded them like stars and moons, like devout believers of the Ecclesiarchy following the procession of sacred statues. .

"Company Commander, I think your lords are ready to take the stage." Horatio, who had activated the omen fragments in advance and predicted the enemy's movements, said to the communication channel.

call out! ——

On the roof of a building, five figures wearing scarlet power armor jumped from a height of thirty meters above the ground. When they were about to hit the ground, the jetpacks behind them roared.

Boom!

The heavy foot armor stomped the ground, creating depressions with gravel and rubble scattered around the edges.

Five elite warriors of the company, led by the company commander, appeared in front of these traitors.

"Kill the heretics!"

Without saying a word, Centurion Astartes picked up the heavy explosive shells and fired quickly. Under the bright gun flames, huge one-inch shells fell to the ground with jingling bells, marking the song of destruction of the explosive bombs. An accompaniment.

The bolter spewed tongues of angry fire, shattering the mortal Fallen who were guarding Khorne Astartes, and knocking back Khorne Astartes who reacted in time to confront the enemy with his thick shoulder armor. Stumbling.

With blood splattering everywhere, the company commander led several other battle brothers to launch an assault.

The assault combat team of only a few people helped Horatio stop the hundreds of cultists who tried to intercept them, as well as the Khorne Astartes who might need to pay casualties of annihilation to eliminate them.

"Team 1! Keep moving forward!"

After the jump packs had cooled down, the vanguard soldiers started the pack engines one after another. The ducts roared and took them into the air. At the same time, they also fired accurately at the ground in the sky, knocking down those enemies who tried to fight back.

The Khorne Astartes ran away as they watched the interception target, roaring furiously. However, due to lack of supplies, the bolters in their hands had already exhausted their limited ammunition and were unable to shoot down the vanguard soldiers in mid-air. .

The jump packs on the hell soldiers can support them to fly a short distance for a short period of time. Horatio plans to take advantage of this time to maneuver directly to the middle of the table.

The Inquisitor and his men are already at war with the evil men of the flesh-eating lord.

Those crazy guys with double chain saw axes have superb fighting skills, and their actions have proved that they are still formidable opponents and loyal soldiers of the Blood God.

Ping!

The Inquisitor armed with an Eldar scimitar was knocked back by a blow of an axe.

The guy in front of him, known as the 'King of Butchers', wears a hateful demon skull mask on his head, and his two arms thicker than an ordinary person's thighs provide him with the power to drive two two-handed mortal chain axes.

The investigative information was wrong.

These people may have once been mortals and looked like mortals, but they had gained more favor from the Crimson Power after they had shed so much blood for the Crimson Power on Sanguinius' Day.

At this time, they were in great contrast to the frail bodies they appeared on the outside, and could even compete with the elite agents under the Inquisitor.

Underestimating the enemy, Ravenor's two men were just about to rush forward and hold down the 'Lord of Flesh', when they were chopped into pieces by the capable man of the Corpse Grinder sect with lightning speed.

The carnivorous lord is obviously not a good person. The huge eight-pointed star behind him exudes an unclean power. This power makes everyone in the battle feel the inexplicable rage in their hearts getting stronger and stronger. I just want to abandon all thinking, indulge in the fighting in front of me, and gradually lose myself.

A crimson wave that twisted the air surrounded the podium, interfering with the targeting system of the Valkyrie fighter planes in the sky in an unknown way, making it difficult to accurately target these elite cultists who were engaged in close combat with the Inquisitor's attendants. In order to avoid accidentally injuring the people of the Inquisition , they could only turn their guns and continue to shoot at the blood pact reinforcements on the periphery.

[This 'Butcher King' must be killed as soon as possible, and then use psychic power to destroy the eight-pointed star! ]

But what's worse is that in this environment, the psychic power he attempts to exert is dispersed by the enemy with endless fury.

The opponents he is fighting are too entangled, and the power of the subspace that he can currently channel cannot have an immediate effect on the Butcher King and his 'dismemberers', unless someone restrains these guys for him and charges him with psychic energy. Buy time.

But his other men were also caught in close combat, unable to split up.

The strong man held a giant stun stick, covering the female gunner who was holding a star dart gun and suppressing the cultists who rushed up.

Next to her, a retired veteran of the Navy boarding team with scars on his face, holding a power dagger in one hand and a Navy bolt pistol in the other, blocked the enemy from the side.

"Go to hell! Empire's lackey!" Another heavy-armored dismemberer rushed towards the Inquisitor, and he frowned and raised his sword to block.

Whoosh! Puff!

A bullet whizzed past his ear and shot straight into the dismemberer's head through the gap in the heavy helmet. Countless blood-stained fragments bursting out from the back of the head instantly filled the entire helmet.

The dismemberer who rushed over was like being hit by a heavy punch in the face. Under the influence of the inertia of the charge, his body fell forward and fell to the ground. He rolled twice and lay on the ground with his legs spread out, without a sound.

The Inquisitor turned his head and saw the gunners, who were closer than the Valkyrie fighters. The Hell's Vanguard Reconnaissance Sniper Team occupying the high ground was providing precise firepower support to the Inquisition, giving them a chance to breathe.

"Kill those imperial lackeys!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

But the overwhelming shouts behind him were getting closer and closer. The Inquisitor realized that even with many obstacles, the enemy's reinforcements were about to arrive, and he was now in a dilemma.

"We can't stop it!" Deacon Jonathan shouted desperately as he looked at a human wall that had been trampled and collapsed.

The hungry people broke through the human wall and surrounded the high podium, stretching their arms to the stage like millions of inhuman and inhuman mindless zombies.

The densely packed withered hands, some of which still had broken fingers hanging precariously, and the dark red blood winding down the bony arms, looked numbing.

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