Chapter 23 Transformation and Acceptance (4)
The battle went one-sided from the start.
Local bullets powered by primitive gunpowder were fired at the Word Bearers through crude barrels.
And these interstellar warriors with extremely rich war experience immediately put away their firearms. Laughing wildly, he swung his chain sword and charged forward against the firepower, which was not even scratching.
For them, this cannot be regarded as a real battle, it can only be regarded as an occasional entertainment banquet during the journey.
Therefore, the banquet must be like a banquet. The high killing efficiency of the bolt gun seems particularly inappropriate on this occasion. In comparison, the chain sword can bring enough blood to give the demigods who have traveled long distances enough pleasure.
With just one charge, they completely defeated the opposing front line, if that chaotic position could be called a front line.
When a 2.3-meter giant wearing armor weighing nearly a ton launches a 100-meter charge at you, the huge shock that comes with the heavy footsteps will shatter your courage earlier than the huge kinetic energy contained in it.
In ancient times, the effect of fully armored heavy cavalry charging against unarmed civilians was just this. With such powerful kinetic energy, you don't even need to slash.
Just hold the flat end of the chain sword slightly backwards, and the high-speed rotating blade can chop up any targets encountered along the way.
The Word Bearers enjoyed the killing in front of them, and they never tired of using various tricks to execute these wailing creatures, hacking them to death, running them to death, or even trampling them to death.
This is not only to please the XIE god they believe in, but also to please their own twisted souls.
The Xie cult team of more than 200 people was quickly killed, leaving only 5 young and strong people, who were left behind intentionally or unintentionally by these Word Bearers.
This is their dessert, and they want to enjoy a little bit of the chase after the killing spree.
The Word Bearers laughed and drove the five people away. The harsh noise made by the blades deliberately dragged on the ground made these people like frightened rabbits from a distance. Although they were exhausted, they had to continue. flee. And that's what they want.
They separated at the entrance of the ruins, and the team leader led the two brothers into the ruins to collect their target.
The remaining two people followed the five mortals about two kilometers behind, waiting for the return of the three people.
They used the extremely developed sense of hearing and smell given by the empire to ensure that they would not lose sight of their prey while killing the civilians of the empire.
What a blasphemy!
As they followed the desperate cultists to the entrance of the cave, one of the Word Bearers stopped.
"Marcus, do you smell it? The smell of blood, five. Our snacks were slaughtered." His head looked towards the other Word Bearer.
"Smell it, my Brother White. But I can't smell that guy. His moves are clean and alone."
Marcus stopped, raised the bolter in his hand, and habitually moved his legs forward and back, standing sideways with his shoulder armor facing forward. So that the hardest part of the body can withstand possible attacks in the cave.
"Are we going to wait for Kyle and the others?" Marcus asked White.
"No, I think the two of us can handle it," White replied. What could be here? White couldn't think of anything else besides mutated beasts in the hive that had been abandoned for so long.
He walked in immediately and mocked Marcus:
"Let's go, my brother. Remember the old saying, doubt may keep us alive, but recklessness will bring us victory!"
Before he finished speaking, a black light and shadow slipped in front of White, and the figure passing by at such a high speed that Marcus Superman's dynamic vision could not catch it. He could only take up the blaster and follow the figure's trajectory to fire pre-aimed bursts, while shouting to White:
"Be careful! Enemy attack! Left front!"
White was also alert. He realized that his position was too dangerous, and the light coming from the hole made his dim vision ineffective. The narrow field of vision prevents the comrades behind him from providing effective support to him.
An instinctive reaction that took less than half a second allowed this thousand-year veteran to make the most correct choice.
He tried to roll backwards without any scruples, hoping to escape from this dangerous position under the direct fire of his comrades. However, it's too late...
The incoming black shadow had reached his side without knowing when. Just when he squatted down, the opponent seemed to have premeditatedly fished the fully charged power claw on his right hand behind him to the height of his chest. That's exactly the path that his head must pass when he rolls backwards.
Under Marcus' gaze with splitting eyes, the power claws silently cut open White's bright red Mark IV helmet decorated with sheep's horns.
Also cut open was White's head, which had a confused expression because he had never seen an enemy until his death.
The giant who had lost his head was still slowly falling, and free blood spurted out from the neck of the limp body.
Only then did the assassin stand up from his half-crouched position. On his raised face, the white bone skeleton grinned at Marcus.
Then he jumped up to dodge the incoming bullets, and launched a brazen charge towards Marcus in the open space in mid-air.
Assassin Calvin used his psychic energy to anchor upwards at a point in advance during his jump. Seemingly without any power in the air, he stepped hard on the point with his heel and used the force to jump downwards.
This is a unique technique he came up with after referring to the precious Eldar Banshee battle videos provided by the Assassin's Court during training.
He kept jumping left and right on the way forward, left and right, up and down. Several jumps that obviously violated the law of gravity caused the distance between the two people to be tens of meters in an instant.
In the meantime, Marcus the Word Bearer's auspicious device failed to lock onto him even once, and the beeping alarm reminded Marcus that the enemy was getting closer and closer.
The shots that should have been accurate could only fall behind by half a step every time. The futile shots hit Calvin's footprints, stirring up angry but incompetent dust.
The war between Superman and Superman is like this. The winner is decided in a few seconds before mortals have time to react.
When there are no comrades to provide sufficient frontal fire cover, the heavily armored units are forced into one-on-one combat. When faced with abandoning defense and choosing extreme speed and agility for assassination raids, even the noble Astartes who are demigods , it is also difficult to escape the fate of falling.
After Calvin got close, Marcus only had time to block the first two slashes with the bolt gun in his hand, before Calvin leaned over behind him, then jumped up, his whole body tensed and exerted force, and with his left hand The power claws swept out and were cut off along with the trophy suspension helmet.
This battle, which lasted less than 10 seconds from start to finish, ended with Calvin uninjured and both Word Bearers wiped out.
These two evil lives also ended their sinful lives on this unknown planet.