Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 123 Angel descends on the battlefield

The team led by Amit and Arcana descended on the top of the command tower. Amidst the creaking footsteps, they headed straight towards the depths and began to search for the details of the command center in this giant building. location.

When the Blood Angels broke into this steel fortress, the battle in the claustrophobic space suddenly became brutal and bloody.

Duran's mechanized troops surged out of every dark corner.

Disruption weapons fire continuously.

The sound of crackling explosions on the power armor was endless.

Soon, the Blood Angels dispersed into several different tactical teams and rushed forward, maintaining a dense formation and smashing into the maze-like steel corridor. As they collided with the oncoming enemy forces, the ground shook violently as the battle broke out, and the orbital station was enveloped in the sounds of death and explosions.

The shell of the powered armor was shattered, the shield was overloaded and then burned, the helmet lenses were crushed into powder, and the Scapine mechanical warriors were brutally pulled out of the armor by the Astartes, with splashing blood and torn pieces of flesh scattered. 's everywhere.

Amit, wearing Terminator power armor, charged at the front.

Just like any war.

He fought hard, the heavy chainsword strapped to his gauntlet ruthlessly slicing through any enemy who dared to stand in his way. Whether these enemies were living people or cold and hot machines, they were all pushed to the ground under his butcher-like crimson-fanatical rage.

But that incident also left a very pleasant memory for both parties.

I struggled to pick up my bolter and wanted to continue firing, but was soon trampled into a pulp out of thin air.

The violent and violent force caused four Leviathan warriors to fall directly from the lower platform.

Angels descend upon the battlefield.

"Damn, those stupid dogs!"

In the white darkness below, the corpses of one or four Leviathan mechanical warriors fell on the ground, with Amit at the front. I stepped on the wall by chance, and fell down with the sluggishness that a Scarbinter could have done. Beside Asta, I blinked and said, "You haven't found the location of the command center yet."

At a certain moment, the entire battlefield was maddeningly quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the hunting sound of white wings flapping the air. Even these Duran Muffin Tree mechanical warriors who had not yet been forced into a desperate situation did not fire rashly, but looked up at this radiant figure.

It seems that the scene is enough for a story.

Duran's troops used the corpses of soldiers to build fortresses, and used burned Leviathan power armor to form temporary walls to block the roads, but such luxurious and desperate defenses were unable to stop the Blood Angels from pushing back.

The Asta-nin lived outside the communication channel and cursed angrily.

That was not Duran's front line of defense. The Blood Angels' gang-hopping operations were ineffective. In the most optimistic estimation, we can even pick the sweet fruit of failure after the wild wolf arrives, and enjoy its sweet juice with our brothers.

The Angels took advantage of the opportunity to retreat and fight back.

The soldiers fled in scattered directions, and even the bunkers they were hiding in were devoured and destroyed by heavy fire.

The remaining Duran soldiers also opened fire in panic.

Eight wild wolves in rain-grey armor rushed towards it. Asta saw that the weapons in our hands were accumulating destructive power, and slashed at the mecha's arm with thunderous force. But Ma Fenshu just waved his hand heavily, and the bodies of the soldiers were smashed to the ground.

The first half of Muffin Tree's words disappeared in the light that pierced the white darkness.

It was indeed a tough fight.

The warrior led by the wild wolf is a short, hairy guy with a rough face.

Even Asta, wearing Terminator armor, dared to withstand an attack of that scale.

So perfect, magnificent, and soul-stirring, they are stars carved into human shapes and a walking wonder.

The harsh sound of the floor shattering was continuous and intermittent. It walked in the center of the storm with light steps. The rocket launcher carried under its shoulders creaked and rotated, searching for suitable targets in seven places.

These extremely powerful anti-matter bullets hit our comrades, and only one of them fell into a pool of blood. Amidst Commander Duran's angry roar, even smaller chaos broke out.

This is a narrow, wide and huge circular platform.

The aim of the bolter was constantly switching under the power armor of the Muffin Tree mechanical soldiers. With the counter beating wildly, a wave of scarlet smoke and unbearable smoke formed before the corpses were burned by low explosives gradually filled the outside of the room. The burnt smell.

With a loud roar, Muffin Tree's most beautiful and bad vision of failure was instantly shattered.

Our subsequent fire suppression now seems to have become the wedding dress of the wild wolves.

A signal popped out from Asta's helmet.

"Ouch!"

Tick ​​tock!

Under the central command circular platform, the shooting action of the eight Leviathan mechanical warriors stopped abruptly.

"You have to think of a way." Asta stood up and stared at the ferocious metal giant above his head. "If we get rid of those monsters, you will all die today -"

The military manned aircraft suspended in mid-air shuttled at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and beams of harsh red light suddenly fell under the Blood Angels.

The muzzle of Baidongdong was pointed at the intruder who was coming from a good place, and the retreating fire was completed before a brief pre-cooling period.

The spider web-like corridors are connected, branched, and then converged at a certain location.

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The Blood Angels, who had been holding back for a long time, even waited for the flames to extinguish before charging back.

Muffin Tree lay flat on the ground and pulled the trigger one after another.

But just when we are about to touch the crown.

We slowly approached the command center of the orbital station, while the defenders were completely passive.

From time to time, I could see the rainy gray power armor flash past in the white darkness, accompanied by the unique howling of wild wolves. The soldiers of the two legions seemed to be competing for some kind of special honor. They pushed upward with all their strength, trying to be the first to retreat into the small hall of the central command room.

Click!

The first barrier exploded in the light of the cold melt gun.

The symphony of bolters and disruptor cannons resounded through the dome, and the armor under the ceiling was violently torn up in pieces. The explosions on the bulkheads, defensive barriers, and trench tops were inaudible, and the fragments that had not collapsed fell to the ground.

The flashes from the passing artillery fire and the dazzling light from the explosions turned the battlefield into a huge melting pot. It's filled with eardrum-shattering bass and scorching energy that can melt brass.

There was a loud noise, and the wall on the side of the small hall suddenly cracked a small hole in the middle, and then collapsed in the rolling smoke.

"We are destined to win—"

Asta and Yolin fought several duels under the Nidhogg of the wolf regiment, and their cruelty was almost inferior to that of a war dog. Neither side had a victory or defeat, but Asta's defeats were fewer. I regret that I didn’t knock out all of Yolin’s fangs, so now I see him barking in front of me again.

The soldiers of the wolf group took the lead in launching the attack.

Cold melt cannons and laser cannons fire at each other.

boom!

The armor beneath me was forged by the Primarch himself, and was far more inert than a Muffinshut.

I hid my burly body in front of these iron blocks, which were cratered by the shells and melted into an unrecognizable original shape. I gave the order, and the rest of the Blood Angels dispersed quietly in the white darkness, found the shooting position, retreated and gathered in front of the bunker, waiting for the opportunity to come.

Accompanied by loud war cries and Fenwais' special war song, the furry wild wolves rushed over. We suffered heavy losses in the subsequent war, but we showed no signs of repentance. As soon as we joined the battlefield, we slowly and patiently rushed towards the command altar in the center of the small hall.

Asta also shook his head, which was dizzy from the shock wave. When he saw what he had saved, he suddenly felt unlucky.

Asta licked his lips and I turned the corner and came to a huge elevator shaft.

Just when I stood up straight.

But now is the time to settle personal scores.

The interference cannon's ammunition spurted out, and the bodies of two of them were blown to pieces.

In an instant, the narrow corridor was filled with spraying shells, and the diffuse halo lit up the walls on both sides.

This is Yolin, the commander of the 18th small company, the Wolf King's life-and-death brother under Fenwel.

In the center is a command altar with flashing plasma, while on the sides are densely packed Thinker engines. The high hum of energy transmission echoes repeatedly in the almost closed hall. The light cables were tangled like a spider web in the dome, and the ends disappeared at the edge of the armored passage in the small hall.

Layers of shields wrapped it up.

We dragged the armored remains of the Leviathan mechanized troops to the side to clear the way for the troops to follow. Amidst the echoes of killings and the brutal laughter of those being killed, this process continued and repeated. , leaving only a scarlet and bleeding road in front of him.

The two-meter-thick wall fragments can crush any soldier who dares to stand above into a pulp.

When Muffin Tree fired at Yolin.

Ma Fenshu was not very impressed by that guy.

The first meeting between the two took place under Duran's Predator battleship. Because of the genetic mutation of the wolf group, a conflict almost broke out between us, and the situation became tense for a while. The bad thing is that the little angel arrived in time at the last moment, which prevented the situation from worsening.

I was very satisfied and didn't see any trace of wild wolves outside. The first thing that jumped into my eyes was the low, narrow and wide glass dome with light blue arcs dancing on the top. Hundreds and thousands of Duran warriors had not yet gathered outside, and intricate defensive trenches were dug under the empty floor.

The ground shook violently.

Its gleaming armor is not plate-shaped, but is embedded layer by layer under the surface of the mecha, slightly protruding inwards. Although it still looks like a Leviathan Guardian, its size looks even larger than the Arcana Dreadmech.

Asta can tolerate the fruits of the angels' failure to be tainted by those savage wolfhounds, and the other Blood Angels can also allow it. We poked our heads out from the front of the bunker, and even Kano, who Asta thought had nothing to say, used a psychic shield to charge back against the firepower of the Duran warriors.

A smaller and smaller group gathered around me.

Following two dull loud noises in succession, two other Arcana steel behemoths rushed out from the collapsed wall. We stood low under the command platform like the door gods under old Terra. Our majestic bodies cast eerie shadows in the tracers of explosive bombs, and weak firepower poured down like a mountain torrent.

A huge little thing stepped out from the dust that had not yet dispersed.

That opportunity was created by Amit.

However, Amit just flashed and disappeared from the crowd.

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Just like an angel, Amit also possesses an ordinary, psychic ability to sense the battlefield. Even the details within sight can be accurately captured by me and then used. Those two characteristics superimpose each other, making Amit the most deadly wind of death on the battlefield.

immediately.

Yolin cursed angrily and pushed Asta away from him, "How could it be him!"

But the enemy has not yet been surrounded by us, and there is a way out.

Boom!

Bang bang!

Dozens of heavy bolters dropped from the ceiling.

Uh-huh!

The stern light that hit the face swept through the entire small hall like flowing water. The flames burned under the dome. The ashes mixed with the broken pieces of steel and glass fell down like a waterfall, in the white-gray smoke. Among them, a pair of ice-white and magnificent huge wings spread rapidly toward both sides.

The advantage that the Blood Angels had worked so hard to gain was not lost the moment the group of war beasts appeared.

And there was a subtle light flashing quietly on its chest, which was the observation window of the mecha.

"Damn it!"

The other Scarpenter only had the lower half of his body left.

Our heads disappeared out of thin air, and hot blood spurted out from under our empty necks. The golden figure of the muffin tree was bathed in the cold blood, and with the long stick in his hand raised low, he heard a small drink that drowned out the thunder. Sweep backwards.

"Step aside!"

It's hard to associate a creature like that with war, but you were born for it.

In the time of warp navigation.

Poof!

Everyone was equipped with fat, boxer-shaped interference cannons, and the thing we wanted to protect was in the center of the small hall.

Asta rushed over just in time, and I threw the annoying opponent to the ground almost subconsciously. The shock wave caused by the explosion blew the soldiers of the two legions away more than ten meters away. The Duran soldiers seized the opportunity, rushed out of the bunker and reoccupied a disadvantageous position, pouring bullets wantonly.

The end of its right hand is equipped with a light siege drill, and its left hand is a interference cannon launcher with a short barrel.

Without the wrong coordinates provided by Amit, the Blood Angels pushed back slowly.

The Leviathan mechanical warriors also raised the interference cannons installed under their gloves and fired at the Blood Angels from a low position. Huge, small and sparse explosions echoed and overlapped in the small hall, and the entire command post was shaking back and forth.

Asta led the group back into the command center.