DipNovel Chapter 450 The Iron Warriors who are just one point away from being recorded in history
Chapter 450 The Iron Warriors who are just one point away from being recorded in history
In the passage behind the winner, a bunker was being built urgently. The mortals used everything at hand to build a half wall that could block the explosion.
A few mortals carried power pickaxes, which were just tools for mining.
The three injured Nemesis warriors moved their bodies and found a comfortable position, as if they were looking for their own graves.
A soldier who lost his legs sat behind a low wall and was counting the remaining magazines. A man in ragged clothes held an explosive magazine and moved towards this side with difficulty. A mortal man picked up an explosive magazine. Clamping wasn't too difficult, but he was too hungry, the Iron Warriors had contaminated their food bank, and he hadn't eaten in a long time.
The veteran held the combat dagger in his hand, distrustful of the mortal before him.
How long has it been since the Nemesis Chapter carried out a mission to rescue mortals? He didn't know, since there seemed to be no such action since he started serving.
If it weren't for the orders of the victors, no one on the planet below would board their battleships, and there would be no refugees at all on the sacred Glory Queen-class battleships.
"Put the magazine down, then get out of here and get back to where you belong."
The man put down the magazine with great effort, his steps futile, "As you command, sir." He said.
He turned around, walked a few steps, and fell onto the metal deck.
The veteran didn't pay more attention to the dying body. If possible, he even wanted to shoot the opponent in the head first.
It's very easy to save people, but it's very difficult to judge whether the thing you save is a human being.
The Nemesis Chapter has never cared about this, they only care about whether they successfully destroy the enemy.
The figure of the winner appeared from the entrance of the passage, and a golden figure appeared next to the piles of Astartes corpses. He was very happy that he could regain his own golden armor, but this thing couldn't hold up for a long time. Fire direct fire of destructive missiles.
The missile flies along the channel. Its huge size requires extremely strong control skills. If you are not careful, it will hit the wall of the channel and explode.
A Terminator veteran personally took control and successfully blew the pile of corpses into pieces.
The Fourth Army began to charge again. The winner jumped over and jumped under the bunker. The violent impact was mixed with fragments of reinforced ceramics. The steel surged in the storm, scraping the ground and destroying most of the bunkers that people had worked so hard to build.
The half-wall in front of the disabled veteran was greatly thinned, and it also acted as a barrier to the view.
The Iron Warriors used their bird servants to lock onto the energy signal ahead before entering. Before entering the passage, the muzzles of their guns were already aimed at the approximate location.
The veteran hesitated for a moment. He should have set up his gun and stared at the passage in front, but a forbidden soldier was now squatting behind him, holding his back with one hand to avoid the powerful missile impact.
The next moment, the winner rushed out, and the veteran no longer hesitated and stepped forward to hold the front.
The arm of a Terminator appeared in his field of vision, and he could see that the opponent was holding a heavy power hammer, and several grenades were thrown into the passage. They bounced off the wall before flying deeper.
The winner didn't use the cutting fire at all, and sent all the grenades back with kicks and slaps.
The grenade exploded next to the Terminator. The veteran of the Fourth Legion was not affected at all. He took another step forward and several explosive bombs hit his face accurately.
The shield system blocked these attacks.
Then.....
He saw his big Terminator pants.
The winner split the opponent in two with an axe. Even the adamantine armor could not withstand the weapons carefully forged by the original body, let alone the Terminator armor.
After the Forbidden Army struck a blow, they leaned down and hid under the "half terminator" who was still standing, avoiding the overwhelming firepower.
The flames of the flamethrower suddenly engulfed him, and the Iron Warrior, who had lost his lower body, howled as the flames spread from his wounds and soon burned his internal organs to ashes.
The victor wanted to do it again and pile up the oncoming enemies into a mountain of corpses, but the cry of the veteran caught his attention.
A special commando team blew open the wall and entered the back of the passage from another area. One of the veterans of the Nemesis was shot in the head by a bomb that came from the back. The other reacted quickly and quickly counterattacked. But they all hit the opponent's arms and shoulder armor.
The opponent will be hiding behind the jump shield. There is a straight road in front of him. There is no need to aim. Just put the plasma gun on the shooting port and shoot.
"Oh!"
The counterattack of the explosive bombs was not over. The Iron Warrior retracted the plasma gun in confusion, gripped the shield and took a step forward. A soldier behind him hit it with a melta gun.
The next moment, his vision went dark.
The winner took advantage of the fact that he was holding a shield in one hand and the plasma gun he had just fired in the other... and restrained his hands. Yao Jin grabbed his tactical helmet with a big hand, and his whole body was like a hurdle. Flying over the heavy shield, he picked up the ax with his other hand and draped it on the head of the enemy holding the melta gun.
As soon as they got close, the superiority of the Forbidden Forces was clearly revealed. The resistance time of the five traitors in the assault team was counted in seconds.
The only damage the Imperial Guard suffered was from the two explosive shells fired from the cold guns, which hit his arm armor and ricocheted.
The winner didn't look back and quickly rushed towards the next defensive point. From the moment the assault team blew up the wall behind them, the passage was already declared undefended.
The winner can continue to kill enemies here, even if he is attacked from both sides, but he cannot bet that all the enemies who go around will rush towards him.
There is an Iron Warrior charging deeper, and that is unacceptable.
He came with a mission from the Emperor.
Beneath the bunker, the veterans of the Nemesis were abandoned by the Custodes as they would mortals.
The bolter had used up all the bullets, and the magazine the mortal handed him was empty, and the shell casings fell to the ground, like his legs.
The combat dagger penetrated the traitor's armor like a flying knife, that is, it only penetrated.
The Iron Warrior who rushed up gave him a blast, pulled out the combat dagger and threw it on the ground. He continued to rush forward without stopping at all.
Chaos fighter servitors also joined the battle. In a hail of bullets, they seized most of the non-important areas of the Talon of the Law, providing a foothold for subsequent enemies to land.
This Glory Queen-class battleship was called the Talon of Law when it was on the Word Bearers' side, and the Iron Warriors were also used to calling it that.
The winner successfully retreated to the outside of refugee room No. 3, which was the last defensive position and connected rooms No. 4 and 5. The children were placed in room No. 6. The space there was not large, and the people inside were crowded like It's like canned sardines.
The previous room was already filled with defense facilities and temporarily armed men, most of whom were elderly retired workers. There was no other way. The Nemesis Chapter had reached its end. These men took over the bloody weapons. It was delivered by a strong woman pushing a trolley, and some of the guns even had severed hands on them.
She walked numbly, and after completing her task, an old man with mechanical prosthetics overturned the cart with force, using it as a thin cover, then held the woman's shoulders and lay down behind her with her.
"The Emperor will protect us! The golden angel will protect us." He didn't know what the Custodes were at all, but he knew what the Astartes were when he was young.
As the lucky ones who can enter the Furies Chapter's refuge ship, these people's loyalty can absolutely be guaranteed.
The victor passed him silently, but the others who saw him coming cheered.
But the Imperial Army is not here to protect them.
"For the sake of the emperor, stay here, we must protect the children!" a "provisional spontaneously elected political commissar" shouted.
The strong sense of oppression brought by Yaojin Armor now gives desperate people confidence. How strong the sense of oppression is, how confident they are now.
A veteran of the Astra Militarum lay next to the winner with a gun in his hand. He was not even considered retired, but was only treated at Feng Yanxing Hospital after being injured.
"My lord," he was a little afraid. He couldn't figure out the temper of this "Astartes". "Can those children go to Zhongsi Academy in the future? Anyway..."
Thinking of this, he suddenly became bolder, "I can't survive anyway. Those children are still young, and their future is bright. They can serve the emperor for a long time..."
The continuous explosions in the distance made the Astra Militarum shut up. Metal dust was not tasty.
The victor did not speak, and the veterans of the Astra Militarum could not clearly see his movements. He was too fast.
The Imperial Guard also doesn't care about the life or death of these mortals, including those children. He only wants to protect the last one.
"Boom~Boom~"
The unique engine sound sends a shiver through the winner's body.
The enemy knew there was a Custodian here, and of course, they brought a tank.
"Bomb squad!" the commissar shouted, and the Astra Militarum veteran threw down his gun. Now the gun was so rich that he could hold two on each finger. What was missing was the bomb.
The mechanical arm opened all the metal fixing rods and fixed a heavy bomb on the hand. This was a bomb designed to deal with heavy tanks and was too heavy to throw.
When the bomb was handed over to him, his best outcome was that the prosthetic limb was "long" enough to allow the explosion to be dozens of centimeters away from him, and maybe a whole body could be left behind.
There was a violent explosion, which the Forbidden Army heard clearly. The mines and bombs hidden under the ruins were cleared, and the tanks were still moving.
The long journey through subspace made the tank's engine sound eerie, and the winner could only judge the enemy with the naked eye.
Close, close.
The gun barrel slowly poked out from the front, it was... the secondary gun.
The secondary gun barrel was exposed earlier than the main gun. This was bad news. The winner rushed forward quickly, and the veteran also rushed out after feeling a strong wind around him.
Slowly, a thicker main gun appeared in sight.
Damn, these people are crazy.
It was a Leman Russ Crusher. Its main gun was a Crusher cannon equipped with rocket-propelled shells. Its range was extremely short, but its power was outrageous.
It is specially used to blow up bunkers and fortress gates. If fired at such a close distance, the Imperial Guards will definitely die.
If you miss, just use the killing range to make up for it, right?
The Iron Warriors stared ahead cautiously. This was a conspiracy. The Forbidden Army would definitely rush forward and try to destroy the tank before the main gun fired.
Several traitors with gravity guns behind them are always ready.
This is not a relic, it is a captured Caul-type gravity gun. The Fourth Legion suffered heavy casualties during its last attack, and many precious weapons were left in the intricate tunnels of the Red Torrent mother planet.
After being blessed by the Dark Mechanical God, the machine soul seemed extremely bloodthirsty, with the indicator light flashing.
The moment the winner appeared, the gravity gun trembled. Unfortunately, the traitor's reaction was not that fast. When he pulled the trigger, the Imperial Army had already appeared directly in front of the tank.
Under normal circumstances, the Iron Warriors would cover on the flanks or even in front of the tank, but the power of this tank in such a small environment was too powerful, and no one dared to withstand the aftermath of the explosion of the Crusher shell head-on.
"shooting!"
The gravity gun was fired, and all the machines in front were whining, and the entire tank was deforming. The renegade servants inside were compressed into canned meat without even being able to say a word.
The winner gritted his teeth and endured tremendous pressure, but he was still able to move.
"Dong~~dong~~"
The Iron Warrior raised his hand and fired two shots, killing the mortals who were trying to sneak in with bombs from the ventilation ducts. The Forbidden Army hid in front of the tank, which was a blind spot for shooting, but the situation was too good. The passage was too narrow to pass through, and the two sides of the passage were blown up. Isn’t it over with just opening it?
The bomb team quickly began to attach bombs. Before the gravity gun warrior could be happy, a feeling of weightlessness hit him.
The winner used his bloody battle ax to cut a hole under his feet. After cutting several cables, he fell into the lower deck, out of the range of influence of the gravity gun.
Take a few steps forward, then turn the ax and the opponent falls down.
Severe pain came to both sides at the same time. The chest of the Iron Warrior was split open. The winner, who had always shown a cold face, now also showed a painful expression.
Those gloves are overloaded.
He jumped up high and stuck the tomahawk in the middle of the big hole.
The golden giant jumped up. Even without the cutting fire, his fists were powerful alien gloves.
A group of dark purple particles enveloped his fists, and as he swung rapidly, some afterimages were brought up. His fists entered the formation, and the three groups of Astartes were no match for one.
The Iron Warriors, like the Night Lords, are the least type of traitors "blessed" by the subspace, and they are just ordinary Astartes, much easier to kill than Yifeng.
With one punch, purple light penetrated the body of steel.
The ship trembled, and more jump gangs hit the battleship.
The vibrations on the deck made the winner's punches more agile. No one could predict his punches. The most advanced detection systems and prediction models immediately shut down when they looked at him.
The strong die from arrogance.
After killing more than twenty enemies like chopping melons and vegetables, the winner punched the enemy in the head as before. The Iron Warrior's entire head exploded, and then, a slight sound came from deep in the torso. .
Damn maniac, you actually planted a stasis bomb inside your body.
When his life comes to an end, he will drag the murderer to be buried.
The winner's reaction was already the fastest, but the stasis fluctuations of time and space caught up with him.
The entire passage stopped for an instant, and the remaining four Iron Warriors appeared from the front.
The Imperial Guards were like lambs to be slaughtered, waiting for death to come.
...
Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, a long time has passed in the real world. The scene in front of the winner is changing rapidly, so fast that his brain has no time to analyze and react to what happened.
The revolving scene made him doubt for a moment whether this was the rumored "death replay" at the last moment of his life.
Breathe in
The damage caused to the body by the stasis stance is extremely terrifying. If an Astartes falls into it, the damage will be irreversible. The Custodes cannot recover through self-healing. They need to return to Terra. Other brothers will help with the surgery. Only the original Physical energy repairs itself with the help of strong physique.
His eyes were dazed, and he felt a headache.
The figure in front of him was somewhat familiar. He searched in his memory for a while before confirming his identity through the hammer-wielding man in front of him. The Sisyphus Think Tank wearing a cavalry Terminator.
There were four corpses at the feet of the old think tank. One enemy was swallowed up by the blazing golden flames, two died from the impact of the pumpkin hammer, and the remaining one who dared not wear a helmet was chopped into coke by psychic lightning.
Sisyphus was also panting heavily. He should bring some Terminators as a support force for the teleportation. After all, he alone would be unable to support himself.
"Are you feeling better, my lord?"
"Back off."
Sisyphus retreated behind the remains of the Leman Russ Crusher, and the Victor jumped, the magnetic lock holding him to the ceiling.
The old think tank successfully connected with the winner through psychic communication. After a few seconds, he had a premonition of something.
"Sir, it's poisonous gas."
The two tried to close the door, but unfortunately it backfired. There were several large holes in the door, and the mortals behind did not have breathing masks.
......
After a minute, the only living creatures in the area were Sisyphus and the winner.
You can't blame them. The last time the Iron Warriors used poison gas may be traced back to the battle with the Plague Guard, and they were forced to use one of the heirlooms from the Great Crusade.
The noise outside was getting louder and louder. Silicius led his team and fought fiercely with the Iron Warriors. The characteristic of Guilliman's descendants is that there are many people. When there are more people, there will always be something fierce.
"The Lord said, Xilixius, do you have any clue?" the winner said, the sound outside became more and more noisy, but no Iron Warriors appeared.
"I have brought him here and I will see him in the next moment."
Sure enough, before he finished speaking, Silicius appeared staggeringly. The power sword in his hand had been destroyed, and the promethium element engine was burned out, but he was still holding it and carrying an untouchable shield in his other hand.
"Old think tank, Lord Imperial Guard."
Amidst the colorful and confusing poisonous gas, a golden statue and a think tank carrying a hammer stood in the middle. Something seemed wrong.
"We need to open the ventilation valve and pump out the poisonous gas."
"Perhaps there is a simpler way." Xilikius said, "Just blow up the wall I passed when I came here. The connected area has been exposed to the universe, and the poisonous gas will be sucked out."
The winner tried his best to keep himself awake, and in a daze, he signaled to the warrior, just do it, as soon as possible!
The battleship shook violently, and it was unknown where the explosion occurred.
He had to protect the cargo and move it immediately.
.....
The winner opened Warehouse No. 6. The children inside were huddled together. Some were crying, some were huddled in the corner indifferently, and some stood up and performed an eagle salute after seeing the tall giant.
In the crowded crowd, the imperial guards walked directly over and bumped into several children mercilessly. The children were so frightened that they quickly shrank to both sides.
The old think tank was behind, away from that damn shield, using a pumpkin hammer to gently pick up the children who had fallen to the ground, lift them into the air like a seesaw, and place them on both sides.
But after only doing it twice, the winner was far away from him.
Who cares about the life or death of these children? If you stay for a moment longer, you will bear risks that the populations of several planets cannot recover.
A door further back was opened and unguarded.
In the next room, there are no guards either.
After walking through three rooms in a row, there was no living thing except a few traps. Until finally, I could see an immovable Primaris warrior welded directly to the turret.
"Open the door."
"Yes, my lord."
.....
The display in the room was surprisingly simple, a coffin, some emperor portraits and sacred prayers were gone.
In the crystal coffin, there lay a little boy. He was wearing denim-style leather pants and a leather jacket. There were a lot of damage on the clothes. The shoes on his feet were stained with Feng Yanxing's "soil" that smelled like animal feces. This It may be the last olfactory memory of Feng Yanxing that the world has.
The little boy had an ill-fitting Astra Militarum helmet on his head, equally worn.
He was protecting his chest with his hands, as if he were grasping something. His face was neither happy nor sad, and he lay in the crystal coffin.
"Protect him and go!"
The old think tank frowned, looked at Xilikyus behind him, and said, "Lord Forbidden Army, will the anti-psychic shield work?"
"Follow the Emperor's will, Silicius, and protect him."
"This is a glorious mission." Xilikius was also confused, but he chose to follow the order and slowly approached the crystal coffin.
When the anti-psychic shield got close enough, the crystal coffin shattered in an instant.
Crystals are like blooming flowers, blooming in the air, decaying, and disappearing.
The little boy also has a thin layer of transparent biofilm on his body... To put it bluntly, why does it look like plastic wrap?
"Old think tank, Lord Imperial Guard, what's going on?"
Sisyphus had retreated to the door at this time, and he also looked at the winner.
After a brief hesitation, the Imperial Guard said, "You don't need to know. Your duty is to protect him. You will know when this mission ends."
.....
The battleship trembled again, and a large piece of the battleship's fragments hit the bow of the Law Claw.
After a brief hesitation, Silicius turned the untouchable shield horizontally and placed the little boy on it like a stretcher.
There was no pain on the calm face, only a faint smile.
at this time......
The subspace is in a rage...