Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 73

Chapter 74: Beast Emperor

The termite assault drill rotated at a high speed in a way that Vulcan could not understand. It broke through the surface carapace made of steel and broken meteorites and entered the deep space inside this steel monster.

The density inside the battle moon is not much weaker than the outer shell.

It is still quite difficult for the termite assault drill to shuttle through it. Looking over, there are wreckage of spacecraft everywhere.

The sensors installed on the assault drill detected that the gravity simulation engines of seventeen or eight spacecraft were humming, which made the gravity inside the battle moon extremely chaotic.

Endless green skins are rushing in from every corner of the field of vision.

Some fell from the ceiling, some from the walls, and some fell directly towards the termites out of thin air.

Their faces looked a little distorted with excitement, for these beasts. A termite assault drill piercing the bowels of a battle moon isn't enough to scare them. They were simply excited to have a particularly WAAAGH fight without having to go to Planet Atum.

"Enter our guests well!"

Vulcan said.

The Legion soldiers connected the operating system of the power armor to the heavy weapons carried on top of the Termite Assault Drill.

Super heavy twin bolters, laser cannons, gravity bombs, Ignis flamethrowers and more.

This wild war machine finally showed its fangs.

Same as the assault drill on the front end.

These heavy weapons installed on the termite armor shell are also operating in incredible ways.

No matter how wildly Vaughan pulls the trigger, the laser cannon he controls will never overheat, as if the heat in the barrel disappears as soon as it is generated.

Endless gunpowder pours out, and cross fire covers every corner of the battlefield.

Even though the number of greenskins is endless.

But in a short period of time, no greenskin could get close to the Termite Assault Drill. It was as if this was not a green-skinned battle moon, but a fortress forged by the Astartes.

"What exactly is going on?"

Vaughn exclaimed, with uncontrollable enthusiasm and excitement in his voice: "The machine spirit is roaring. I have never fought such a fun war in more than a hundred years."

"There are too many of them and we can't stay here too long."

Vulcan said.

His dark eyes were fixed on the panel in front of him.

He controlled the Termite Assault Drill and made rapid progress inside the battle moon.

Walls of steel were ruthlessly torn apart in front of the roaring drill bit of the termite assault drill. The moment tens of thousands of greenskins touched the drill bit, they turned into a ball of blood-red mist. There are more greenskins turned into blazing torches by explosive weapons, or directly condensed into a large mass of indistinct flesh and blood by gravity bombs.

The bones and weapons of the orcs fell on the tracks of the termite assault drill.

The jamming and slowdown in the budget did not appear, and the roaring gears directly crushed the metal into pieces. The termite assault drill was advancing at a speed that Vulkandu felt was incredible, gradually approaching the core fortress of this giant fortress.

boom!

The door, which was covered with patches and broken metal, was smashed into pieces.

But there were no more walls or obstacles inside, but a vast and huge command center.

The area of ​​this hall is extremely vast, and even an 800-meter-long termite assault drill can easily perform difficult maneuvers such as turning around and wagging its tail. The overall structure of the space is somewhat similar to a gladiatorial arena. In the center is a command platform stacked up layer by layer, and a tattered throne is placed on the top layer.

Thick cables crisscrossed the hall like pythons, and huge metal claws hung from the ceiling.

Click!

The moment the termite assault drill broke into this space.

The two giant mechanical claws spread out suddenly, reached down, and grabbed the front and rear sections of the termite assault drill.

The engine roared, and the tracks underneath, stained with orc blood, hummed and spun. But without a focal point, it is naturally impossible to break free from the constraints of the two huge mechanical arms.

Crunch!

The hinge of the robotic arm is still tightening.

Even the several-meter-thick super-heavy armor of the Termite Assault Drill could not withstand this force. Amidst the sharp and harsh sound of steel twisting, obvious dents appeared inside the Termite Assault Drill. In the deepest part of the dent, many traces of torn metal can be seen spreading outward.

"We're stuck here!"

"But the good news is we've reached our destination," Vulcan said.

"Then it's time for close combat." A smile appeared on Sanguinius's face, and the fire of anger was burning in her bright pupils: "This is what we do best."

Click!

Vulkan turned the button and gave the order.

The hatches on either side of the Assault Drill opened, and the Adeptus Astartes jumped out.

A thousand Astartes warriors are divided into ten different teams. They need to install the miniature nuclear bombs made by Vulkan at specific locations inside the battle moon, and then detonate them in batches to prepare for the subsequent retreat from the battle moon. Leave enough time.

Each of these miniature nuclear bombs is Vulkan's brainchild.

It is twice the size of a normal individual tactical nuke, and each requires two Astartes warriors to carry it.

But the power of its explosion is more than a hundred times that of the same type of bomb.

Every bomb in this.

It can easily destroy a ten-kilometer-long battleship after detonating.

"Hurry up!"

Vaughn, wearing Terminator power armor, took the lead and jumped out of the open hatch. Arriving inside the battle moon, the foul smell hit his face. Even with a breathing filter system, he was still a little dizzy.

boom!

Kano landed next to Vaughn.

He first threw a black psychic lightning, and then quickly took out his gun and shot.

Before the swarms of orcs could even get close, their lives were ruthlessly harvested by Kano.

The composition of the one thousand Astartes warriors on the Termite Assault Drill is very complex. It can be roughly divided into four parts, namely the veterans of the Ninth Legion, the new recruits of Bawei II, the veterans of the Eighteenth Legion and the new recruits of Nocturne.

Even if it's the same legion.

There is obviously a huge difference in the concepts between veterans and recruits.

Whether it is Vulkan or the Archangel Sanguinius, they have just returned to their own legions. They did not force the legion to reorganize according to their own ideas, but hoped that the legion could spontaneously unite under the same concept over a long period of time.

have to say.

Although the two primarchs look very different.

However, there are many similarities in concepts and personalities, and this relationship naturally affects the two legions.

The relationship between the soldiers of the two legions was very good, at least, during the dozens of day and night battles on the planet Atum. Kano has established a deep comradeship with the soldiers of the 18th Legion such as Vaughn and Nomine. They are all extremely reliable soldiers with warm personalities.

therefore--

When assigning tasks on the Forged Flame.

Kano chose to fight for the same goal as Vaughn. In addition, this team also included some recruits and veterans of the Ninth Legion.

Wearing Terminator armor, Vaughn is over three meters tall.

Among the two legions, this is the only one.

He rushed forward and fought his way through the tide of orcs, while Kano and others followed closely behind and rushed into the room on the left. In their full battlefield awareness module, the surrounding tactical map has taken shape, and the red circle clearly marks the location where the tactical nuclear bomb needs to be installed.

"You have to be careful!"

Vaughn's steady voice sounded in the team channel, "These orcs are very cunning. They will pick out the weak links in the team to attack."

boom!

He didn't have time to finish his words.

An orc boss who was over four meters tall jumped down from the cantilever.

The beast held a spiked mace stained with blood in his hand, and hit Vaughn on the head with the evil wind coming from his face.

It happened suddenly.

In addition, it came down fast and hard.

Even the battle-hardened veteran didn't have time to react before he was hit on the head by the orc.

Vaughn's eyes blurred and he clearly heard the sound of the ceramic steel of his helmet cracking.

The beast let out a nasty laugh.

But the laughter suddenly stopped, and a bloody figure rushed over like lightning.

His speed was so fast that he even created an afterimage in Astartes' superhuman perception.

The buzzing chain sword penetrated the orc's chin with lightning speed, and the high-speed rotating single-molecule blade immediately shattered the head of the orc boss. As the thick scarlet blood scattered, the orc's limp body fell to the ground.

"Shut up!"

The voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. This person was none other than the 14th Company Commander Garnet.

"Sacrifice your blood to the Emperor of Mankind, and sacrifice your head to Sanguinius!" Garnet roared, his body trembling with excitement for the upcoming battle, "We must quickly slaughter them and destroy everything in front of us!"

Vaughn held his head.

He got up from the ground shaking his head.

"Brothers, charge!" He roared, slamming open the iron door in front of him with his shoulder like a humanoid armored vehicle, and then led his team to disappear into the depths of the dark corridor.

In other directions in the hall, similar battles were also going on.

Wearing golden power armor, Azkelon led the elite veterans of the Ninth Legion and members of the Holy Blood Guard, ruthlessly slaughtering any orcs who dared to approach.

They galloped freely and invincibly, advancing rapidly along the established route.

There are also recruits from the Eighteenth Legion from Nocturne.

Although they do not have as much combat experience as Terra veterans, their equipment is very sophisticated.

Each of them is a master forger, and the weapons forged under the personal guidance of the original body possess terrifying destructive power that far exceeds standard weapons of the same type.

certainly.

Not every team can be unstoppable.

Some tactical teams are in tough battles, not because their strength is worse than other battle brothers.

It was because they were unlucky and encountered endless waves of wild beasts on the way forward, and had to pay a heavy price to continue to move forward.

Uh-huh!

The area of ​​the command hall that was flooded by the war was huge.

It was enough for Sanguinius to spread his wings and fly freely in it.

She slaughtered the savage orcs at an alarming speed, creating a bloody storm wherever she went, bringing support to the besieged warriors.

Click!

The giant metal claw hanging above his head suddenly moved.

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These giant metal claws are so huge that they can hang the termite assault drill in mid-air like a sausage.

But their reaction speed is not slow at all, and can even be described as sensitive. The big metal hand that covered the sky came from behind the angel, causing bursts of ear-piercing whistling and popping sounds.

"open!"

The archangel's long golden hair burned, and the ring of brilliant bursts spread outward.

She turned around and slashed out at the giant metal claw that was coming towards her.

While leaving a deep ravine on the manipulator's hand, the body also relied on this counter-shock force to lightly retreat dozens of meters away, avoiding this attack.

"Quack!"

A green-skinned boss with a metal cable on his head stood on the podium and let out an unpleasant laugh.

He danced with excitement about his creation.

"I wonder if those claws can move -" He used the orc's unique psychic power to connect with the giant metal claws hanging from the ceiling, and seven or eight huge arms fiercely grabbed at the angel. Angels are like butterflies traveling in a storm, although they can get out of the way almost every time. But the overall feeling is extremely thrilling!

"Aliens, stop being so arrogant!"

Vulkan shouted and climbed out of the termite's carriage.

Although he has no wings, his burly figure is as agile as an ape in this metal jungle.

He first stepped on the roof of the termite assault drill, and then kicked off his legs vigorously to grab the giant metal claw hanging from the termite assault drill.

Climb all the way up to the beam along the rusty hinges.

He trotted all the way on the thick beam that swayed back and forth, the huge weight making the beam sway back and forth.

Some nails had fallen out of their joints, and the metal brackets at the ends of the beams showed signs of twisting and cracking. At the moment when the beam was about to fall off the metal bracket, Vulkan jumped forward fiercely.

The orc warlord who controlled the giant claw noticed the uninvited guest in front of him.

He fired at the primarch with his homemade shotgun.

But bullets made of broken nails and nuts could not break through the original body's armor, or even slow down Vulkan's movements.

The orc warlord's eyes were bloodshot and swollen.

A roar.

It rushed towards the original body with a chain axe. Vulkan was holding two weapons, both forged by his own hands!

One is a massive plasma pistol called the Anvillight, which harbors the Wrath of the Sun within its interior;

The second was a power sword as tall as a mortal, which Vulkan named the Nightforged. The steel used to forge this power sword is so dark and hard that the center of the blade glows with a dark blue light as it charges.

Uh-huh!

In a rage, Vulkan slashed forward with his sword, directly splitting the chain ax in the orc's hand into two halves.

When Vulcan struck the second knife.

The Nightcaster was caught by the orc's left hand, which was wrapped in thick metal armor and layers of psychic power. Vulkan calmly released the hilt of the sword. He took out the iron felt light placed on his hip and fired at the orc warlord's head.

The gun is fast from seven steps away, and the gun is accurate and fast within seven steps.

boom!

In the dazzling light.

The head of the orc warlord disappeared silently in the blue-purple plasma cloud when the plasma pistol exploded.

Uh-huh!

The angel's wings folded slightly.

The long golden hair poured down and fell beside Vulcan in a graceful manner.

The two fist bumped and said hello. The archangel frowned and looked up. A flash of lightning flashed in her consciousness, and her expression changed slightly, "Be careful!"

She reached out and pushed Vulkan hard.

at the same time.

Vulkan also quickly noticed the danger coming from the sky. As he fell downwards, he raised his hand and fired a plasma cannon towards the ceiling.

boom!

The rocks and mosaic glass inlaid on the ceiling were cracked like blooming lily flowers.

Among countless dust and gravel.

A titan-like war beast fell from the sky.

Almost at the same time——

WAAAGH! ! !

The Beast Emperor's roar swept across the Battle Moon, echoing from billions of orcs. Terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations swept through the void, the entire hall collapsed and trembled, and layers of cracks twisted and spread along the walls!

Orcs can be simply divided into three categories based on body type——

Ordinary orcs, big guys, green bosses, orc warlords, and war emperors!

I forgot to pick a name, that’s outrageous

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