Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The sudden change stunned everyone.

The clan boss was killed like this? ?

He was still killed by his own people!

Both sides stopped strangely, as if they were suspended.

It wasn't until Uver's shout broke the weird scene.

It's like hitting play again on a paused TV show.

In the next second, the orcs and the primordial space fighters fought again.

Opal kicked one of the orcs who rushed forward, and the chainsaw sword in his hand pierced the abdomen of the other orc, splitting it in two.

Then he rushed to the guy who shouted that he was the boss of the orc, trying to decapitate him.

Wufu didn't show any weakness either, he raised his big gun and tried to aim at the big shrimp rushing towards him.

Opal lifted the bolt gun in his hand one step faster than the opponent.

The helmet's aiming assist module automatically calculates the trajectory and target weaknesses for him.

Accompanied by the roaring sound, the bomb was fired from the barrel, and flames erupted from the muzzle.

There was a loud noise, and the huge fire in the hands of the orcs exploded into pieces.

Opal froze for a moment, he aimed at the opponent's head.

Unexpectedly, the opponent moved a bit, which accidentally hit the opponent's gun, causing it to explode.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and the difference between milliseconds can determine life and death.

Only fighters who seize every opportunity can survive to the end

After failing to kill the opponent, Opal did not hesitate at all.

He stepped forward.

Servos hummed within the armor, providing assistance to their users.

The monomolecular blade of the chainsword rotates at high speed, eager to bite the flesh and blood of the enemy.

After reaching a certain distance, Opal jumped up, and with the help of his weight and impact, he slashed down with a powerful sword towards the opponent.

Fighting to the death, there are no fancy skills.

The simplest is the deadliest.

Wufu subconsciously raised the huge fire system in his hand.

Sparks burst out, and terrifying scratches appeared on the metal gun barrel of the fire system.

The monomolecular blade continuously cuts the gun barrel, causing it to shoot out a series of sparks.

"WAAAGH," Uvor growled as he saw the barrel cut open.

In the name of the god Mao Mao, he wanted to kill this damned shrimp.

His big gun is so precious, this big shrimp dared to break it, even dared to chop on it.

Definitely, must kill this prawn.

Opal originally wanted to use the chainsaw sword in his hand to cut off the opponent's fire line, and then dismember the opponent.

While suppressing the other party, the orc kid next to him chopped at his head with a machete.

"Go to hell, big shrimp."

Aware of the crisis, Opal had no choice but to kick the orc who was holding a musket and killed the clan boss.

Bowing to avoid another orc's machete, he avoided a fatal blow to the head.

The orc's machete missed his head, leaving a ghastly scar on his power armor.

The other party roared angrily, angry that he failed to harvest the head of the big shrimp.

Opal swung away the opponent's machete again with the chainsaw sword in his hand, seized the opportunity, and slashed on the opponent's head with one blow.

The huge orc's head was sliced ​​open by the high-speed rotating monomolecular blade of the chainsaw sword, and the orc's brain was smashed to pieces.

"Head, according to the intelligence detected by the radar, more orcs are approaching us."

Another soldier's voice sounded on the communication channel.

With a backhand elbow, Opal knocked over a two-meter-high orc warrior, put a bolt gun on the opponent's head, and sent the opponent to meet the God Mao Ershen with a bang.

"Help me turn on the communication, I want to talk to Captain Iser."

Opal also realized that the number of orcs was increasing, and they were about to be overwhelmed.

They had only fifteen fighters.

What they faced was the entire orc clan, and even all the orcs in the entire nearby area.

If a planet has been occupied by orcs for twenty years, the surface must be full of orcs.

Orcs reproduce extremely fast, and they can also build their own ecological system. No matter how harsh the environment is, they can adapt to transformation.

As time goes by, the orcs in other regions will inevitably reinforce the battle here.

The longer it is delayed, the worse it is for them.

Opal is going to ask for some help.

"Captain, the communication has been linked." The communication soldier carrying the communication equipment shouted.

The environment of each planet is different, and some are full of disordered electromagnetic storms and stellar radiation. There are always sandstorms, thunderstorm clouds and many other bad weather.

In order to maintain communication with the fleet in orbit, special communication equipment is often required.

These devices are powerful, even if they are underground, they can send messages to the fleet and other friendly forces, seeking support and help.

The only disadvantage is that it is too bulky and cannot be integrated into the warrior's power armor.

Even the heavy power armors such as Centurion and Terminator have no way to integrate such communication devices.

Only people can be arranged to carry relevant communication equipment.

Opal kicked one of the orcs away, allowing the machine spirit to connect to the fleet communication channel rune that turned green.

"Captain Yser, this is the first action team. I am Chapter Master Opal. I need a round of light spear support. Clean up those damned orc reinforcements for me, otherwise we will be dragged here."

"Understood, Chapter Commander, please send the coordinates. I will let the technical priest analyze it, and the first round of support is expected to start in thirty seconds."

Esther's voice distorted by the communicator came from his ear, calm and indifferent.

He didn't have the slightest worry about Opal and others being in danger, nor did he have a hasty tone.

It's as if they don't care about the lives of all the members of this team.

Opal was used to this, and knew that Yser didn't care about the lives of Primaris space warriors.

In order to serve the Emperor, admirals generally undergo neurostrengthening, which weakens their emotional responses.

This can prevent emotions from affecting rational judgment and affecting the outcome of the war.

For a space battlefield that is dangerous and requires a huge amount of computing, any emotional fluctuations are unnecessary.

Only reason is everything.

Opal slashed an orc boy with a chainsaw sword, clicked a few runes on the armored arm, and sent the team's coordinates to the fleet.

[The coordinates have been confirmed, and the target strike has been launched. 】

Feedback with mechanical cues.

Opal looked up to the sky, and the thick clouds were lit by the power of the coming stars.

A tower-like beam of light descended from the sky, extremely bright, and the helmet automatically adjusted the brightness to prevent Opal from being burned by the strong light.

In an instant, a light spear linked the sky and the ground.

Within the coverage of the beam of light, the orcs' vehicles and artillery made rumbling explosions.

Wherever it passed, there was a sea of ​​flames, and everything that could be ignited was ignited.

Those orcs who swarmed were vaporized in the huge spear, and there was not even a bone residue left.

When the smoke dissipated, the light spear landed within a range of 500 meters, not even a brick or scrap of iron remained.

Several light spears fell in a row, and many orcs who wanted to support the fortress were directly emptied.

And the orcs in the fortress were finally killed and collapsed, fleeing in all directions.

"Don't chase them." Opal restrained the team members' urge to continue hunting orcs.

Their mission is not this.

After rectifying, Opal led the team to the depths of the fortress.

Dark, with lumen lamps hanging from the tunnel, mottled and old, full of rusty metal structures everywhere.

The lumen lamp hanging on the roof of the tunnel will flicker from time to time.

Thick cables hung like black pythons.

The lights embedded in the wall flickered.

The vision aid system within the Opal helmet automatically adjusts the light patterns to ensure these mighty warriors remain visible.

Some of the fleeing orcs were hidden in the tunnel.

From time to time, they would rush out from all over the tunnel, waving weapons, and then be dealt with by Opal and others.

The team went all the way, leaving behind a lot of orc corpses.

After going seven or eight hundred meters deep, they once again bypassed the messy tunnel.

The sound of clanging knocking, mixed with the hum of machinery came from the depths of the dark tunnel.

"Act secretly." Opal whispered to the rest of the team.

I don't know if it's an orc's armory deep underground or something else, it's always right to be careful.

Just as they lowered their steps and walked in the dark.

A footstep sounded in the dark depths.

Along with the sound of footsteps, there is also a beam of light.