NABC Chapter 219 Substitution! Change place to kill insects
Chapter 219 Substitution! Change place to kill insects
Half of the dragon's head was torn apart, the bone spurs on his right arm were broken, and the tip was shattered. The rear part also received a strong impact, and the bones originally in the power arm were smashed out together, leaving bloody flesh.
Half of his body was severely injured, and Longshou's consciousness fell into a trance. The injection of powerful medicine quickly made him wake up, and his body flew backwards in the air.
The tyrant raised a long spike and tried to skewer it. Then, like the hedgehog, he stuck the prey on his back and continued walking.
The Dragon Head Armor looked like paper in front of the enemy, and was easily shattered by the Insect Tyrant. The armor on half of his body was in a disconnected state.
Due to the bone spurs on his left arm, he could not use the war blade. Dragon Head was equipped with a power fist, and now he had to raise his fist to switch from defense to offense, in order to encircle Wei and save Zhao.
A fist went straight to the enemy's vital point, forcing the tyrant to deflect the attack and block the dragon head's fist. The tyrant guards rushed forward, raised their fists as big as sandbags and rushed towards the door of the dragon's head.
The dragon's head landed on the ground and turned sideways to avoid the punch. The terrifying power of the tyrant guard shattered the rock slab below that had been cooled by the earthquake cannon. The dragon's head staggered to its feet.
He glanced at the flag bearer in the distance, planted a Tyranid warrior on the battle flag with one blow, and swung it outward, and the node creature smashed towards this side.
The bone spurs on Dragon Head's left arm are shorter than those on his right arm, but harder. He decided to try again.
The tyrant opened his mouth wide, his chest expanded, and launched a sonic attack in this direction. The violent sound waves caused the dragon's head's blood to surge, and the scabbed wound collapsed again, and blood flowed all over the floor.
The surrounding Zergs opened their mouths full of fangs in excitement. They had no vocal cords, which did not prevent them from having fun with their boss.
Several bugs surrounded him again, and the rich smell of blood caused the amount of biological hormones in their bodies to soar.
"Fire and bone, give me strength!"
Holy flames appeared on the chest of Dragon Head's armor, and the skull and white wings were one of the sacred objects of the battle group.
Carved and decorated with the bones of powerful warriors throughout the ages, it exudes silent intimidation and slows down enemies.
The Hive Tyrant kicked the ground heavily with its secondary limbs and rushed forward, its four shining blades reflecting the scene in the sky.
The dragon head also rushed towards the enemy and shouted in the highest voice: "The emperor lives forever, the holy bones live forever!"
The Tyrant Guards were ordered to get out of the way, and the Hive Tyrant wanted to take down this large enemy himself.
The dragon's head seemed to be charging smoothly. When it was two positions close to the enemy, it pretended to stumble and fell sideways, and then used its unique bone structure to twist its body and pass the two blades.
His attack went straight into the Tyrant's upper mouth, vowing to pierce the "hive consciousness connection point" with a needle.
With another knife, the smashed right arm was cut off cleanly. The cut surface was smooth and smooth, a masterpiece of work.
Life and death can happen in an instant!
Dragon Head's eyes widened, he turned his waist, mobilized all his strength, and inserted the bone spur on his left arm into the body of the Hive Tyrant.
The tyrant's big mouth closed in advance, and brilliant sparks hung from the bone spurs on the outer edge of the fine gold and the foul-smelling bloody mouth.
The Hive Tyrant liked this toothpick very much. He flicked it with his big mouth and threw the dragon head away.
Several Tyrant guards were about to catch the prey. Longshou's guards arrived in time and fought with the opponent.
On the other side, the flag bearer waved the holy flag of the war group with one hand and picked off three Tyranid warriors. The two warriors beside him also fought hard.
A few spore mines floating in the sky broke the deadlock.
The low-altitude floating bomb floated towards this side under the tug of several gargoyles. This dark green "balloon" floated in the sky for a long time. The flesh-colored "balloon rope" stretched out from below sensed the creature here. Fluctuating, the spore mine sprayed out black gas and slowly flew towards this side.
Acid, bone spurs, and chitin fragments covered the faces of the soldiers. The power armor made a "sizzling" sound, and the outer shell was severely corroded.
A large amount of biomass obscured the vision of the two warriors, and the corrosion's interference with the machine soul caused problems with the hearing system.
Two strong black dragon warriors were knocked down, and the Tyranid warrior's long sword slashed on their bone spurs. It makes a "bang bang" sound, like forging iron.
Soon, the outer armor of the two warriors was shattered, and they were overwhelmed by the endless swarm of insects.
The Astra Militarum immediately launched a counterattack, trying to rescue the two Emperor's Angels. A large number of sky demons and gargoyles descended from the sky, blocking the Astra Militarum's attack route. The reserve force forcibly intervened on the battlefield, from the Eagle of Chogoris. The white-scarred disciples of the war group rode motorcycles and quickly rushed into the insect swarm.
The assault motorcycles have been customized by the White Scars, and now the hot melt motorcycle is at the forefront.
Installing a melta at the front of a motorcycle is an extremely bold move. When the melta fires, the huge recoil will make the motorcycle lose its balance. Only the best White Scars can control this violent weapon.
The second captain of the Eagles of Chogoris led the veterans to form a spearhead, plunged deeply into the swarm, pulled the two trapped Astartes onto the motorcycle, and then left gracefully.
But things were not as expected. The flag bearer of the Black Dragon Chapter died in the battle. The motorcycle only picked up the blood-soaked flag. The two rescued soldiers did not survive. Their tactical helmets were shattered and their flesh and blood were broken. It's full of crawling parasites.
The motorcycle team threw the body at the pharmacist of the Black Dragon Chapter, turned the front of the car, and attacked in the direction of the dragon's head.
Finally, the familiar sound of engines roared through the sky, and the Imperial fighter formations cooperated with Land Raiders to fight back to the battlefield.
Plasma bombs cleared the way to the Dragon Head Guards. The warriors of the Chogoris Eagle sang ancient war songs and passed by the insect corpses, waving their war blades directly at the insect hive tyrant.
The tyrant is fearless. This body is better at close combat. At eight meters tall, it dares to slap a knight mecha, let alone you dwarfs.
However, it is still very careful. Who knows whether the Astartes holding the flaming sword will suddenly be teleported over.
The White Scar children walked around the bulky Tyrant and Tyrant Guards at extremely fast speeds, trying to pull up the warriors of the Black Dragon Chapter.
"Coriathius orders, retreat to the second line of defense, Titan bombardment is imminent."
The warriors of the Black Dragon Chapter were a little slow to react, uh... the commonality of Salamander Seeds. They were stunned for a moment, and then found themselves on the back of a motorcycle.
How could the Hive Tyrant's body be built according to the template of Uncle Black, who was strong and slow to react? How could it possibly keep up with White Scar's speed?
Only one motorcycle was destroyed. The tyrant guard hammered the motorcycle hard and turned it into scrap metal. But the driver ran extremely fast, faster than the charge of the black-armored warriors.
The "unskilled" white-scarred boy ran wildly along the path of the motorcycle. Only flying units like the Sky Demon could catch up with him.
At this time, the sky demons were fighting vigorously with the Armageddon Iron Legion on the ground.
Soon, there were no enemies left around. Although the heavy body of the Hive Tyrant could swing spikes quickly in close combat, running long distances was very straining on the hips. So, within a few seconds, everyone saw a group of gorillas. The tyrant guard ran wildly against his boss.
The Armageddon Iron Legion advanced quickly and retreated quickly. Soon there was no one in the position here. The soldiers from the Red Torrent next door also began to retreat after the predators chopped down the ten ammonite cultists.
All that remains on this battlefield are burning corpses and broken bunkers.
The tyrant didn't understand why the enemy retreated, so he sent several teams of scouts (cannon fodder) to test it.
As a result, they were overwhelmed by the mines left by the Astra Militarum along the way.
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Nine Astartes Chapters and more Astra Militarum took over the defense, marking a larger circle.
Coriasius knows very well that the current war is the consumption of our total fuel and the enemy's total biomass. We need to use some more powerful weapons to annihilate the enemy's biomass on a large scale.
The price is... That kind of weapon has a large damage range and a low hit rate. We'd better let the soldiers retreat farther.
In order to cover the retreat of the soldiers on this battlefield, all kinds of bombardments were constantly washing the entire area, ranging from cyclone missiles and cruise missiles to Belisarius Caul's new work, the Scotto sulfur-type destruction missile. Visited every inch of land.
The next ones to take over the battlefield are mainly the scions of the Iron Hands, the Medusa Chapter, supplemented by the scions of the Ultramarines and the Imperial Fists.
Coriasius did not intend to invest in the descendants of the Blood Angels. This group of handsome nobles would easily fall into black rage in long-term battles, and short-term assault operations were the time for them to show their full potential.
Anthony's troops lost more than 20 soldiers, and the troops were "adjusted" underground to replace the lost Dark Nest guards, carrying out missions with broken arms.
The factory there was no longer needed, the pythons were cleared, traps were laid, and the tunnels were blown up so that the following bugs would have no way to enter.
The war underground was much more brutal than the one above. The two sides met in a narrow tunnel and could only rest for a while until the Zerg corpses blocked the passage. With the joint efforts of the incendiary bombs and corpse-grabbing insects, the passage was soon opened again, and the cycle continued.
Anthony took a short break and ate some supply bars.
"Give me the information obtained by the Darknest Guards."
"The enemies are mainly digger bugs, supplemented by corrosive bugs. There are no large units, but there are many Tyranid warriors and sword bugs."
Under the ground where soldiers were fighting hand to hand, Zerg corpses piled up into hills. Anthony arrived at the pickup location and saw no one, just piles of insect corpses.
The Red Torrent is responsible for advancing from this interface, and the other several channels are handed over to the sub-groups of the Ultramarines, the Blighted Light Chapter and the Heavenly Ax Chapter.
"Be alert, technical sergeant, confirm the location of each intersection."
"clear."
Anthony stood directly above a pile of insect corpses and directed the battle brothers to deploy simple defensive positions.
Before the technical sergeant could complete his deployment, Anthony felt the ground below shake.
"Attention, the enemy is coming."
"First of all. I am not an enemy." The violent vibrations made Anthony unable to stand still, and the sounds coming from unknown areas made him feel even more strange.
"Who are you!" Anthony shouted.
"Second, get off my head first."
The pile of insect corpses collapsed, revealing a corner of the mechanical creation.
The previous champion of the Darkhive Guard, Croken the Iron Dreadnaught, was an elder of the Chapter with an uncertain character.
"No offense, great emperor warrior." Anthony hurriedly got down from the man's head and helped him clean up the insect corpses around him.
"It doesn't matter. Please check my feet for me first. It seems to be damaged and the machine spirit can't contact it."
Anthony had no reason to think of his old fearless man, who seemed to have kicked Anos to the ground while he was inspecting his mechanical foot.
"Okay, technical sergeant! Come here." Anthony took a few steps back silently and began to introduce himself.
"I am Anthony, the leader of the Red Torrent Chapter. Now our regiment has been ordered to take over the defense mission."
"That's it. Then you guys defend yourself, I'll take a rest for a while."
???
Anthony expressed doubts about this fearless, and for the first time he heard that fearless wanted to rest.
"Specific defense tasks..."
"I don't know. I just came here. I'm not from here. You can look for anyone alive."
.....
There were corpses of Astartes guarding Darkhive everywhere, and a simple but arduous battle had taken place here, as countless swarms of insects overwhelmed the garrison. All the soldiers in a group were killed.
There are three passages around, and there are corpses of knife bugs and Tyranid warriors on each side.
Anthony deployed twenty men here as the final retreat base, and then tried to explore forward.
"My dear Croken, if nothing else goes wrong, he is the last Dreadnought in our group." Old Dreadnought was chatting with the technical sergeant. The mechanical foot below was chopped by the Tyranid warrior's biological sword, and he was unable to move.
Techmarine attempted to repair his mechanical feet and reload his weapons.
"Well, the most stubborn son of Dorne, I have filled your weapons." The technical sergeant said.
The weather-beaten cast-iron Dreadnought in front of him stood up slowly, stretched out his twin heavy bombs and waved them a few times.
"Very well, you go ahead, I'll stay here."
The technical sergeant gave Old Fearless a strange look, and then followed Anthony's footsteps and moved forward.
It's strange how this Dreadnought is so docile...
Old Fearless also looked at the surrounding garrison personnel with strange eyes, of course, using a scanning beam.
You can still carry ammunition like this. Indeed, you can carry a few more magazines without affecting your activities, eh? There are still ammunition hidden there. How come this Red Torrent warrior has explosive bombs all over his body...
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In space, the descendants of the Raven Guard gradually approached the core area of the Tyranid fleet. The endless Tyranid biological fleet surrounding them forced these warriors who were good at hiding and sneaking to drift towards the enemy group at an extremely slow speed. .
They discovered two bio-carriers guarding a super-massive Tyranid carrier.
The core mothership is half the size of a planet, larger than the Tyranids we have seen before, and is producing biological warships all the time.
"I feel something is wrong."
"Yes, it is too big. For such a huge mothership, there are too few biological battleships."
Although the number of enemy ships around is astonishing, it does not seem to be fully equipped for a mothership of this level.
"The surrounding biological warships are basically injured."
"It looks like the injured warship is coming back for repairs after the battle with us."
"Looking at area 293-012-097, something seems wrong." The soldier stared closely at the screen of the bird servant, and the glimmering light of the stealth bird servant vaguely illuminated the speaker's face.
A biological battleship is half inside the mothership and half outside the body. It is a void cruiser the size of a light cruiser.
"The color is not right. The colors of the surrounding fleets are generally ink and cyan. Its color is obviously different. It is too yellow."
"It may be a special warship. During the confrontation with our warships, the enemy will build a special ship to restrain the 'enemy'."
"No, no, no, that's not right, that battleship is retracting, it's eating that battleship!"
"Recycle it? No, no, no, that's another Tyranid fleet. This fleet has eaten another Tyranid fleet and is becoming stronger. We need to act quickly."
This fleet had just experienced a battle with another Tyranid tentacle. Its biological fleet suffered heavy losses. Most of the battleships surrounding the mothership were injured and unrepaired.
"We need to launch a surprise attack while their fleet strength has not fully recovered! We can't delay it any longer."
"Now turn around and go back. How long will it take?"
"It will take nine days to stay in stealth mode and return to communication range with the Imperial Navy."
"Five days, five days is too slow. By the time the imperial commandos gather and set off, the number of biological fleets here will be unimaginable."
"Pass my order. All remaining stealth ships will unblock their concealing curtains and push their engines at full speed. At all costs, the news will be passed on to the main force."
In the dark void space, a dozen flickering tail flames suddenly appeared. The bright ion light instantly attracted the attention of the Tyranids. The surrounding Strangler drone frigates immediately took action and flew rapidly towards this side. All kinds of warships that had just been "born" fired fiercely at this direction.
The special reconnaissance ship that took off its disguise accelerated at full speed and completed its U-turn within tens of seconds. Many mortal crew members fainted due to the centrifugal force.
The Astartes took over the duties of the mortals, tried their best to keep the ship running normally, and began to flee.
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Anthony held the war blade and walked quietly in the corridor. The place was small and cramped, with only one person allowed to pass. There were a lot of bloodstains around, but there were no corpses. Those large corpse-recovering bugs should have carried out preliminary recovery, and the subsequent tiny recovery bugs had not yet Set off.
A brainworm is commanding the surrounding creatures. It is the supreme commander here.
There are scattered piles of power armor around. After this battle, there is a slight surplus of biomass, and the number of bugs has been greatly reduced. However, the loss of biomass is acceptable, and the corpses can be rebuilt.
The Darkhive Guard's Power Punch is not very effective at consuming biomass, not to mention there are so many slave blood meals.
The Tyranids ate happily and were ready to rush towards the last turning ahead.
At this time, the brainworm discovered an abnormality, and psychics can always find some problems.
A Tyranid warrior led twenty knife bugs to investigate the situation. They moved along the transportation pipe above and headed towards another breach in the messy metal pile.
At that breach, Anthony ordered a small team to enter and disperse the search.
With three companies of troops here, it is not difficult to blow up twenty-seven turning points.
Um? there's noise? Stop!
All the Astartes remained motionless, as if they were sculptures. The soldier holding the melta gun pressed his finger against the trigger, always ready to break open the pipe on the side to meet the brother who had just entered.
"Da~da~"
There were messy footsteps, the sound of rags of unknown material colliding with the metal floor, the sound of machinery squeaking, and the sound of leaking liquid dripping.
A dangling arm suddenly appeared at the corner. It seemed that the waiter was the supervisor.
"Fire, fire!"
A burst of explosive shells shattered the mortals in front, and Anthony issued a death order. As long as it was not an Astartes, I would fire on everything else I saw.
Everything is normal, except that my brain is eaten by bugs.
Unlike the zombies of Nurgle, these corpses controlled by the enemy are very intelligent and conscious, and their behavior is completely determined by the intelligence of the parasite.
This explosive bomb kicked off the Zerg attack.
This time, what they faced was not a power punch, but ten times the amount of firepower, hellfire bombs.
There are thousands of needles in the Hellfire bomb, and the inside is soaked with organic mutated acid specifically designed to deal with the Tyranids. It is a bomb specially developed to deal with the Tyranids after the war.
These bombs are very precious, but the Military Ministry is very generous and has issued a lot of ammunition.
Anthony was even more perverted and took it all on.
Ammunition is for shooting, why keep it?
We don’t know how many people will die in this battle, but many of us will survive. That’s the last word.
In the transportation pipe above, overwhelming firelight illuminated the dark space. As soon as the Tyranids' front emerged, they were pushed back by the ferocious firepower. The leading Tyranid warrior ordered the knife bugs to retreat, and the gun bugs (even more worthless) should be allowed to retreat. ) to consume their ammunition.
But it miscalculated a little. The Astartes were more arrogant than it expected, charging into its face with big guns, and the shooting did not stop at all during the charge.
The Tyranid warrior set up a biological cannon and fired several shots. The shells were parasites. The bugs smashed into pieces on the power armor and turned into balls of meat.
The enemy rushed close within a few breaths. The Tyranid warrior waved four spikes, preparing to deal with the incoming power punch. However, the enemy did not take the action of using melee weapons at all. The Astartes who rushed in front charged at Move out of the way on both sides to give the warriors behind with bigger guns room to shoot.
The hot melt burned the Tyranid warriors to ashes, and the Zerg team was wiped out in one encounter.
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Below, Anthony finally gave up.
After seeing the Zerg, the Primaris warriors ran so fast that he really couldn't keep up.
Gan, upgrade, must be upgraded, I will do the upgrade surgery when I go back.