Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

The corpses surged out like a tide, and Sura stood in front of them with no way to retreat.

He didn't have time to consider the problem with the bird divination instrument. He subconsciously entered a fighting posture, stepped sideways with his burly body, and then tightened the muscles in his waist and abdomen to transfer the power from his legs to his arms.

The 1.3-meter-long power sword did not have time to charge, and with the blessing of the body and electromagnetic muscles at the same time, it swept towards the crowd in front of him with pure brute force!

Whoosh... whoosh!

The sound of the spine breaking and the cutting of muscles and fat rang densely, and nearly 20 bodies were cut in half by this sword.

Groups of corpses lost their support and fell radially in front of him, and the dirty blood flowed out of the broken limbs like black paint, and then splashed everywhere...

However, the latecomers were still advancing. The zombies infected by the plague could no longer be called human beings, and there was no fear at all;

The staggering figures were shaking forward, filling the gap that had just been cleared in front of Astarte, and more footsteps sounded in the shadows under the corridor behind the corpses.

Those were heavier footsteps, which also meant more dangerous enemies.

Sura evaluated the battlefield in a flash, and at the same time, his comrades at a higher point behind him also reminded in the communicator:

In the middle and high corridors of the building complex in front of him, there were enemies with weapons moving at high speed, occupying the strike position of crossfire.

And in his eyes looking across the corpse tide to the front position, a group of "strong men" almost as tall as him, holding heavy shields with iron light, or wearing heavy armor full of barbs, slowly walked out of the darkness in groups!

"Defense Corps?" Sura said subconsciously, which was the only reason that could explain the origin of the lineup in front of him.

Single gunmen and Ogryns were not uncommon, but the gunmen above and the subspecies giants in front of them all joined the battlefield in a complete combat formation.

They were either disciplined, with lean and lean bodies covered in earth-gray camouflage uniforms, occupying more shooting angles at the fastest speed in silence;

or they had a complete division of labor, from shield-bearing guards to giant hammer attackers, and even firepower hands holding twin heavy machine guns to provide tactical backup;

This was beyond the capabilities of the Hive Gang, and was an armed force with the characteristics of a paramilitary organization.

This could only be the local defense corps, or the Star Army that came to support nearby.

The former, as the private force of the governor of the star region, was directly supported by the local finances of the star region;

The latter even had the organization of the Imperial Military Affairs Department, and everything from equipment to supplies came from major forging worlds.

Only they could maintain the long-term existence of this combat formation.

And the Hive Gang? Sorry, even if we empty their family's coffers, it's probably not enough to cover the expenses of these professional soldiers for a week...

Why did they rebel? Does their rebellion mean that the local governor has been killed?

What about the Inquisition? What about the Military Affairs Department and the Imperial Navy? What are they doing?

A series of questions appeared in Sura's mind, but he just didn't have time to sort them out.

But anyway, the fact is that this group of people have rebelled and are actually standing against the Empire...

Bang!

A gunshot from the flank made Sura instinctively turn his head and raise his shoulders.

The red focused laser missed the target in milliseconds and deviated from the weak area of ​​the neck armor.

The high-energy rays could only scream regretfully, and then were refracted to invisible places by the heavy ceramic steel shoulder armor.

Lucius laser gun? That's the Astra Militarum!

The tactical positioning of this thing in the Imperial Army is a precision rifle second only to a real sniper rifle.

With a maximum charge of 2.5 seconds, it can even penetrate the weak parts of the Mark III power armor!

But this thing consumes batteries! And it's a high-energy battery!

The defense army doesn't have, let alone afford, such rare stuff!

After confirming the enemy's origin from the equipment, Sura began to re-evaluate the enemy's combat potential.

The enemy has the strength and quality of cluster shooting, and with their mobilization ability, if they can't quickly resolve the battle here, then what awaits him is that the company-level and above units will intervene in the battlefield!

That's not easy to deal with!

Once bitten by this group of hyenas, don't think about getting out of the battle completely without paying a price!

Sura frowned slightly, but he was not worried about his own situation.

Putting himself in other people's shoes, the first thing he was worried about was the group of combat sisters!

The situation here is worse than he expected. If his opponent is the Astra Militarum, then the combat sisters will also face a group of well-armed professional soldiers!

And the location of this planet is adjacent to the Gothic Star Zone, and several forge worlds are nearby. Judging from the average equipment of the Astra Militarum here, they are likely to have armored units!

Emperor bless them, they better not find the sanctuary yet!

Sura didn't even need to imagine, as long as he put himself in their shoes, it would be no problem for him to lead a troop to infiltrate, destroy, or even attack.

But in front of a Star Corps with Leman Russ tanks, giving up their own advantage in mobile warfare and holding on to help in the most stupid way? He swore that he would kill the idiot who gave the order directly...

Tear! Another pile of corpses separated.

Sura felt the feedback of the sword blade breaking through the flesh and bones, and shook off the dirty blood on the sword with some heartache.

The energy battery cannot be saved, otherwise the strength of the sword body will be greatly reduced.

So when the tide of corpses swarmed in front of him again, Sura's fingers holding the sword secretly pressed down on the back of the sword.

The heart-wrenching sound of chopping bones and flesh appeared again, and this time with the blessing of the decomposition stance, the corpse tide of hundreds of people was washed away in a matter of breaths!

The strikes of the finely crafted power sword continued, and short and precise gunshots also sounded from behind him.

The gunners on the upper floors of the building may have had their heads shattered by bolter shells flying from a distance as soon as they poked their heads out;

Or before they could react, they were locked by the Astartes through thermal imaging through the bunker, and then died from a precise shot that passed through the wall.

The sub-species giant stumbling behind the corpse tide was once again involved in the icy storm rolled up by the power sword the moment the corpse tide was cleared.

Buzz!

Sulla, who planned to fight quickly, no longer dodges, but chooses a head-on attack.

The thick iron shield was torn apart like paper by the sword edge in front of the decomposition force field, while the powerful and heavy chisel attack could not catch up with his figure at all, and could only fight with the air.

It is also black armor, but the Astartes are far more slender and agile than the giant species.

This is not a simple collision of strength, but the suppression of martial arts and tactics;

This was not a close battle, but a killing machine fully armed and trained in the art of war for a hundred years, judging and killing them in the name of the Emperor.

This group of behemoths, already invincible in the eyes of mortals, were as slow as a rusty doll in front of Sulla.

But in front of that long sword that cut metal like cutting paper, they could only face death in a slow and futile struggle.

call……

Sula adjusted her breathing and put her long sword on the ground with both hands.

A faint scratch appeared on the shoulder armor, and this was the only damage he suffered in the battle just now.

The giants in front of them have all been beheaded, and there are no enemies around them.

The bodies of the fallen giants had not yet cooled down, and the molten red light on the cuts in their inferior armor had just dimmed.

Sula glanced at the sword subconsciously. The green mark on the energy indicator showed that in the dozens of slashes, one-fifth of the battery supporting the decomposition stance had been consumed.

This is an Astartes-level weapon, far more powerful than the "toy" of the Ministry of Military Affairs that can only cut three times.

And this power is not only reflected in combat. When he smoothly put it back into his waist and started charging the magnetic device close to the sword, the Mark series power backpack also silently supported them. .

"Check the hormone balance, report any damage, check the physical condition, charge the melee weapon, check the amount of ammunition..."

Sulla methodically issued orders between wars, and he had only one purpose: to maintain condition as much as possible.

This is his experience from previous wars, because the enemy will always be more numerous than expected...

There was no response in the communication channel, but behind him, the footsteps of his comrades were heard.

Sulla didn't even need to look back to know that at this moment, his comrades were taking turns to cover their companions in order of their respective positions, and then continued to explore beyond his position.

"Route?" the comrades in front asked in the communication channel, and this question was actually to confirm whether his guiding principles had changed.

To fight or not to fight? Sulla made a split second decision.

"No corridor bridge! Still give priority to the first goal of the mission!"

Sura thought for a moment and then gave the order over the team's communication channel.

He wanted to avoid unnecessary fighting as much as possible until he found the Sisters of Battle.

"Copy that." The soldier at the front of the team looked under the iron bridge and licked his lips with some regret.

They had not participated in the previous battle because the enemy with that strength was not even worthy of their cover.

The enemies and terrain here are obviously only the outermost cordon. If we follow Sura's route, it will be equivalent to jumping out of the enemy's preset battlefield.

"Walk."

Several Astartes lifted each other up, climbed over the artificial roadblocks, and then disappeared into the huge buildings of the hive.

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