NABC Chapter 106 Abyss Fortress
Chapter 106 Abyss Fortress
A large number of weapons turned their muzzles and fired at these strange vehicles. Except for a few light weapons, most of the attacks were skillfully dodged.
The bull-like vehicle knocked over a Chimera armored vehicle, and the Emperor's Baneblade tank opened fire without hesitation, blasting the stopped enemy vehicles to pieces.
The moment the powerful plasma cannon hit the horned cart, an Iron Warrior jumped out and rolled over to avoid the devastating attack.
The blue-white ion light made his corroded power armor shine brightly.
The enemy took out his power sword and rushed towards Furushi's car. Although the loyal shooter faced the enemy directly, Furushi knew that even if all the attacks hit, he might not be able to kill the enemy. Instead, the enemy's casual swords could kill him. Take them out.
The power sword buzzed, the furious machine spirit urging its master on.
Volus jumped out of the armored vehicle. Although he didn't wear any powerful armor, and he didn't have the strength or speed to match the enemy, he still decided to fight the enemy.
He is a loser, and now he has to fight again with the winner.
May the Emperor bless you.
Wearing the standard dark green officer's coat, Volus charged towards the incoming Iron Warriors.
He is a guy who failed to reform, a person who is not worthy of becoming an angel, but I am also a loyal citizen of the Emperor. When facing the fallen angels, we have no reason to retreat.
The single molecular blade of the chain sword is rotating rapidly, ready to chop everything in front of it into pieces.
The dark silver figure seemed to be disdainful of the enemy in front of him, but the flying artillery fire made him even more alert.
The two swords crossed each other, and Volus flew to the side as if he had been hit by a train. In just one turn, his right arm holding the sword had been dislocated.
He fell heavily to the ground. The chain sword was still turning, but his body seemed to be unable to move.
When he moved, this garbage body, at this moment, Volus blamed himself extremely, blaming himself for why his body couldn't withstand the power of transformation, blaming himself for why he couldn't withstand even a little bit of transformation.
Blood splattered on Volus's face, the chainsword roared, and death was close at hand.
Volus' stiff body could move, and he didn't feel any limb loss.
Another drop of blood splashed onto Volus's face. He struggled to get up, and the scene in front of him made him almost faint again.
There are no cowards here. The moment the Frusci political commissar rushed out of the armored vehicle, many mortal soldiers followed him. No one would choose to watch the political commissar die while praying in the car for his death to come later.
A large number of soldiers launched a suicidal charge towards the incoming enemy. They were outnumbered, but they would rather use their own bodies to delay the enemy than to delay enough time for their comrades holding heavy weapons.
The shy heavy bolter fired continuously, trying to hold back his tears, not letting the useless liquid fill his breathing mask and obscure his shooting vision.
Every second of delay, several brothers of life and death would die under the enemy's sword.
The enemy's blade is like the call of death, harvesting the lives of mortal soldiers.
Volus knew that he was the only variable. This Iron Warrior could easily slaughter several surrounding infantry platoons and then retreat safely.
The remains of dozens of soldiers were already lying around.
Volus climbed up with difficulty and staggered towards the enemy. He could not control his speed. Once he rushed, he might not even be able to brake, but there was no need to brake.
On this noisy battlefield, the Iron Warrior could still clearly hear the footsteps behind him. The tall warrior who fought him first actually had the courage to challenge him.
Without looking back, the Iron Warrior unsheathed the chainsword from the mortal warrior's heart, drawing a stream of blood.
With a backhand wave, the two chain swords collided. This time, Volus did not retreat.
The mortal version of the chain sword was cut off by the huge force, and Volus hugged the enemy's thigh with his left arm that he could still control.
The quick reaction of this "tall mortal" caught the Iron Warrior off guard, and he swung his chainsword down to kill this mortal guy.
A dense mass of mortal charges immediately surged up. The warriors holding tufted armor shields took the opportunity to push forward and hit the side of the chain sword. Other mortals also rushed forward and hugged all parts of the power armor that could be hugged.
"You fought well, boy." Breathe, breathe again.
The words of Volus were lingering in the mind of this shy shooter. There was no dust smoke, no splash of blood, or even that dark silver figure in his eyes.
There were only two spots of light in his eyes, the enemy's tactical eyepiece, his only chance.
We, mortal flesh and bones, have no extraordinary power, no longevity, no exquisite weapons, no power to overwhelm the enemy. We think and judge ourselves, but our loyalty is eternal.
Use my flesh and blood as a bow, my loyalty as an arrow, and everything I have to defeat the Emperor's enemies.
The Emperor's blessing!
Pulling the trigger gently, the muzzle fire reflected the clear eyes of the young soldier, and the Bakuya drew a graceful arc in the air with its tail flame.
The incoming bomb caused an alarm to appear in the Iron Warrior's tactical helmet. He tilted his head with all his strength. The finely crafted bomb hit the top of his helmet, emitting brilliant sparks, and then deflected and flew elsewhere. .
The gods of chaos bless me.
No, they can't protect you.
The second burst of bolts was hidden behind the tail flame of the previous one. The young man's precise operation that only an Astartes could produce appeared in this young man's body. The precise two shots made the enemy fall into despair.
The second bolt accurately penetrated the enemy's left eye.
The entire tactical helmet exploded, and the corrupted brains spilled all over the floor, contaminating the pool of blood of the loyal warriors.
Volus looked at the remaining warriors, who also froze, as if they couldn't believe that they were participating in a hunt for Chaos Astartes.
"Don't be stunned! Pick up the weapon and return to the position. There are other enemies!" The soldier holding the anti-vehicle bomb in the distance changed directions and continued to charge towards the other Chaos warriors.
Another enemy tank rushed towards this side at an extremely fast speed, seemingly wanting to avenge its comrades. The mortal soldiers scattered around, picked up weapons and attacked the incoming vehicle.
The bolt gun hit the charging horned cart, as if to tickle it. The enemy rushed straight towards Furusch. No matter how the mortals gathered, the enemy's vehicle did not deflect at all.
Volus had no choice. The rampaging horns on the enemy's vehicle lit up. This was a rare vehicle-mounted power weapon, specially designed to destroy enemy vehicles in close combat.
As an unarmored mortal, Volus believed that there was only one chance. He had only one chance and rushed towards the wreckage of the crashed Chimera armored vehicle, which was the only place that could delay the enemy's progress.
The enemy's war engine roared, erupting at a speed that exceeded Volus's expectations.
Although the old political commissar was running at full strength, previous injuries prevented him from moving quickly.
No, it's too late!
The enemy had already approached Furushi, and even Furushi, who was "unwilling to cause trouble to the emperor", couldn't help but shout out at this moment.
"Emperor~"
A dazzling light burst out, and Volus could hardly open his eyes, and the scorching air wave knocked Volus to the ground.
Volus was lying on the ground, the political commissar's coat was burning, emitting an unpleasant burning smell. Volus barely opened his eyes a crack, and what came into view was a huge metal gun barrel.
"Stand up, boy, good job."
The knight-level fearless walked past him, and stronger vibrations came from the ground. The God's Machines marched towards the enemy's fortress with solid footsteps.
"Onward, Omnissian Lights, onward, mighty God Machines, onward, onward, Furies of the Emperor, and crush the enemy to dust!"
The old think tank Mororis stood at the forefront of the Titan commando team. He commanded the mechanical army to jump out of the rising dust and storm towards the ridiculous fortress.
The Ion Slaughterer and the Volcanic Light Spear opened fire again, and a huge gap instantly appeared in the outer position of the enemy's fortress, and the solid fortifications turned into a pool of "white water" exuding scorching air waves.
The Titans trampled over the enemy's positions, and countless traitors died at the feet of the God Machine. The Chaos believers who attempted to carry out suicide attacks with large bombs were mercilessly killed by the Astra Militarum who followed the Titans.
A Reaver Siege Titan arrives at the towering fortress.
The enemy's land-based turrets were firing continuously, and those terrifying artillery fires hit the void shield of the Predator Titan, causing huge ripples.
Our attacks are equally terrifying, and the power of the volcano cannon is enough to completely destroy the enemy's forward positions.
When the Chaos believers saw several Titans appearing in the siege team at the same time, they rushed into the void shield in a hurry.
This is not something they can resist, this is divine power.
The gate of the fortress is closed. These believers are abandoned. They have not fulfilled their responsibilities, but it does not matter, they will not be let in.
The Iron Warriors silently retreated deep into the fortress. Their calculations were clear. The winning rate was 0%. They had no weapons to resist the attack of these powerful Titans.
retreat? The sky full of warships made them despair.
You can only go deep into the fortress to render the enemy's Titans useless, rely on your geographical advantages to deal with the enemy, and wait for support. Perhaps when the enemy has just breached the gate of the fortress, they can still try to struggle.
On the frontal battlefield, the Great Think Tank leads many heavy machinery troops and advances forward. He is an experienced warrior, he is the treasure of the entire battle group, and he is extremely high now.
The volcanic light spears were fired continuously, attacking the enemy's remaining power. A large number of traps appeared on the ground, but under the feet of the god's machine, there were just big rocks.
The siege titan reached the front, and it had reached the gate of the fortress.
The Reaver Titan can be used as a Siege Titan, the difference is only in the weapons each variant carries. It's just that due to the loss of manufacturing technology, they have become more and more precious, and now they are almost reluctant to let them fight in close combat.
What's the matter with Guan Yifeng? This is borrowed, not bought.
The Titan-class battering ram has been charged, and the heavy-heat melt cannon is ready.
The silvery gate of the fortress was constantly trembling, just the kinetic energy of the artillery fire making it sway. The siege towers were attached to it, and the battering rams were pounding the gates.
The Chaos believers on the fortress tried their best, but how could this mining station be equipped with weapons to resist the Titans.
The four void shields of the Reaver Titan can withstand a large number of attacks. The solid external armor and the rear design of the ion reactor make this Titan extremely difficult to be destroyed frontally.
The battering ram hit the city gate with great force, directly killing several enemies directly above.
Once, twice, three times, the door was closed tightly, and the beam of the burrow cannon flew past the siege titan.
Four times, five times, six times, the door was loosening, and the enemy above could hardly stand.
Seven times, eight times, nine times, cracks appeared in the fortress gate. It was already overwhelmed, the morale of the war parts piled up was collapsing, and the Chaos believers were fleeing.
Ten, eleven, twelve times, the huge cracks across the entire fortress gate were shocking. The enemy had disappeared without a trace, and only a few laser guns were still firing desperately at Titan.
Thirteen times, the fortress gate collapsed, praising the power of Omnissiah, charging for the Emperor!
Volus commanded the army to rush into the fortress like a tsunami. This mining station fortress built on the abyss completely became meat on the chopping block.
The war zeal of the mortal warriors reached its peak with the appearance of the Astartes around them.
The Astartes burst out of their vehicles. It was time for their show, and the machine spirits of the warframes and glaives were already hungry.
As expected by the Iron Warriors, the Titans left here with firm steps after destroying the external fortifications to storm another base.
But under the observation of the Iron Warriors, the "smallest" one of the Titans stayed, directing the warriors to charge forward.
Under the leadership of the great think tank Mororis, the soldiers broke through the enemy's defense line with extremely high efficiency. The Knight Dreadnought and Digital Terminator brutally tore apart the enemy's defense line, and the advancement was terrifying.
The missile nest on Mororis' head poured out a large number of high-explosive missiles, blasting the Chaos Believers defense zone in front into a sea of fire.
In a relatively low place, the missile nest has no conditions to launch, so take advantage of this to destroy more ammunition in this relatively tall building.
A Chaos Believer squad leader led his assault team in an attempt to avoid the sight of this big guy and attack from behind. He held a large-capacity melt bomb in his hand, which he almost had to carry on his back to move. He could definitely deal with this " Knight Mecha" dealt a fatal blow.
He smiled sinisterly, "If I kill such a big guy, the Chaos God will definitely take a liking to me!"
The Chaos team sneaked through the side path. The huge explosions and continuous plasma fire all showed the power of the giants in the hall.
At the other end of the path, mortal warriors were pouring in. The warriors led by Volus tried their best to keep up with the attack speed of the Astartes, but often when they arrived, there were only a few half-dead Chaos on the dilapidated position. Rubbish, the Emperor's Angels who completed the breakthrough have walked away.
"Hurry, hurry, follow behind, the angels are in front!"
The soldiers were already running with all their strength. Even after being transformed by biochemical surgery, they were still out of breath from exhaustion.
Although they were saying they were crazy, these mortal warriors were indeed very motivated to fight. There were many reinforcementists among them (guys who constantly used machines to transform themselves), and these fanatical machine fans rushed to the front.
A large number of heavy mechanical steps attracted the attention of the Chaos team, and they turned their guns to face the corner in front of them.
As the first cyborg mortal warrior rushed around the corner, he was pierced by a barrage of laser guns and kinetic energy weapons.
The soldiers behind immediately stopped and threw flash bombs.
After a dazzling flash, the shield guard held a shield made from the prototype of the tufted armored beast and pushed it up first, followed by the mortal warriors holding heavy weapons.
Before the Chaos team could react, the overwhelming barrage directly penetrated the Chaos believers in front.
The God of Death, Gatlin, braved the blue fire to massacre the entire secret passage. There was no bunker to hide in in this small passage, and only the bravest people were shooting at each other.
A Chaos believer pulled out the grenade pin and prepared to throw it. A powerful light spear attack from the side penetrated him. The volcanic light spear of the Great Thinker mercilessly melted the enemy into the smelly air. The grenade fell on the spot and was taken away by the explosion. The remaining members of the squad.
(I don’t know why there are still such ancient grenades after 40,000 years. I heard they are cheap, solid and cost-effective)
Mororis' whole body was in extreme pain, which is the normal state of every fearless person, but the power like a battlefield god made him feel happy. All living beings were crushed to dust under his feet, and the seemingly indestructible defenses were The front of his Ion Slayer was torn apart like paper.
It's the installation position of the psionic stance. You can install it on your head, or you can install it on my crotch. Once the psionic attack is activated, it will be like peeing.
Psychic lightning is generally not used on these small Chaos characters, at least they must be Chaos warriors.
The defending Iron Warriors are now directly above Mororis, and several Terminator warriors are waiting. This is their most precious asset.
They have already laid out bombs. When the bomb blows open the ceiling above Mororis' head, these Iron Warriors will jump down with melta weapons and ion weapons to kill this grotesque Dreadnought.
"The Emperor's wrath will tear you all apart, you corrupt scum. I am the Emperor's wrath, I am the Spear of Mankind, and I am the ultimate punishment!"
Mororis is advancing step by step, and any enemy who attempts to sneak attack on this weapon rack will be slaughtered by the surrounding Terminators.
One step, one more step, now.
A huge hole appeared above the head of the Great Think Tank, dripping with molten metal. The Iron Warriors jumped down with melted weapons and rushed straight to Mororis.
The experienced think tank did not make any unnecessary moves. The missile nest instantly fired all the remaining missiles and flew directly above him.
A huge explosion escaped in the air, like a beautiful firework. The missiles against the light infantry failed to completely kill the Iron Warriors, but blew them to different locations.
The great think tank moved forward quickly, preventing subsequent enemies above from jumping on his head. On the other hand, he ran quickly and trampled an Iron Warrior who fell to the ground heavily under his feet.
Psychic lightning bursts out of strange places and beats another Iron Warrior into Ferrus Manus. (Primarch of the Iron Hands, dead and beheaded)
The Terminators at the feet of the Great Think Tank moved quickly and started a fierce battle with the enemy Terminator warriors who fell on the ground.
These heavy Terminator warriors suffered a devastating blow when they landed, but they were not vegetarians. They were holding powerful weapons against the cast-iron Dreadnought.
It is very dangerous for the Infernal Dreadnought to be approached by a Terminator enemy holding a melta gun, but this is not an ordinary Dreadnought, it is a Think Tank Dreadnought.
Powerful psychic power enveloped the entire Fearless, and the psychic lightning ball began to expand, triggering a psychic lightning storm.
The Terminator shields corrupted by Chaos have entered a state of rapid overload, not to mention that in this powerful storm, the Guards Terminator warriors of Red Torrent are fighting bravely.
They were wrestling, they were colliding, they were putting all their strength into it.
The Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors are eternal rivals until one side is destroyed.
Every Astartes knows that his ultimate fate is death, a dark death, a silent death, but not today!
"Unite together and liberate the entire galaxy!"
The great think tank roared. The psychic power of a think tank director was enough to tear through heavy armor defenses. Those psykers who had reached the Alpha Plus level could even tear apart Titans with their hands.
Morlores can't, but it's still possible to blow up your Terminator shield.
In a hand-to-hand encounter, the two terminators who were very close to the big think tank started to attack with knives.
Here’s the problem, the Terminator armor is really heavy. Wearing ordinary power armor, Astartes can jump about four meters, but wearing Terminators they can’t jump that high.
The long legs of the big think tank are 7 meters long.
The melt weapon opened fire, attacking on the double protection of the void shield and the psychic shield, and the Great Thinker kicked the enemy away with a simple and rough kick.
Another enemy rushed towards him with a powered battering ram, intending to break the mechanical legs of the Great Thinker, but Mororis didn't even look at him. He adjusted the angle of the Ion Slayer and fired.
In close combat, the dense lightning storm not only beat the enemy to a crisp, but also provided the enemy's location information to the big think tank.
The enemy ran toward the Great Think Tank with a melta bomb, but the psychic lightning attack directly exploded the melta weapon in his hand, and the micronucleus explosion swallowed the entire enemy.
The remaining few people did not carry heavy weapons, and the big think tank did not focus on attacking them, allowing them to survive until now.
The enemy forcibly broke through the defense of our Terminator, and at the cost of half of the armor being chopped into pieces, he raised his war blade and attacked the great think tank.
What greeted him was the black muzzle of the gun.
How can a power sword be as useful as a volcanic light spear?
Another Iron Warrior jumped out of the hole. This warrior fired a shoulder-mounted anti-tank missile at Mororis in the air. The silver-gray missile carried a melta warhead and an ion ignition core, streaking in the air. Make a flue.
The psychic stance was almost overloaded, and the blue psychic energy accurately hit the warhead, causing a fatal explosion.
Attacks that are too slow will be counteracted by psychic defense reactions, and attacks that are too fast will be intercepted by the void shield.
The Iron Warriors had no choice but to no longer attack from the entrance of the cave.
One after another they evacuated from the hole above.