Chapter 103 Kill the Enemy
There was no questioning, as the sound of gunfire and thermal imaging already told Calvin the current situation.
There was no small talk, because entering the battlefield a second earlier could save the life of an extra soldier.
They didn't even have time to communicate with the captain, they just nodded to the brave young man as they passed by.
The Gray Knights strode towards the front lines on both sides according to the predetermined tactics.
After the tactics were established, the command authority was delegated, and Calvin, who had escaped, returned to his favorite position of the tip of the knife.
Not far behind the bulkhead on the left was the front line of the battle. He had already seen the two sides still fighting and confronting each other through the thermal imaging in the eyepiece.
"Mortal! Prepare to escape! 5 seconds to intercept and fire!" His voice was transmitted from the communicator to the sergeant major on the front line.
The experienced veteran was already red-eyed, but the last bit of clarity in his heart awakened his sense of responsibility to his comrades.
Still alive! At least take these people back alive!
He suppressed his destructive emotions of dying with the enemy and quickly conveyed the command to everyone who could hear it.
Just when he finished passing on the words, the firepower of Calvin and others had already arrived.
Separated by two layers of walls, the heavy bolt guns of the Sinners team had begun to shoot across the gap in the bulkhead.
The covering firepower made the orcs on the opposite side unable to lift their heads for a moment.
"Retreat! Go back!"
The sergeant major struggled to drag the soldier who was unwilling to leave back, and the latter's red eyes and violent breathing proved the intensity of the battle.
The entangled orcs still wanted to pursue him, but as soon as they raised their feet, they were grabbed by the charging Calvin and taken away instantly.
The tip of the lightning claw on Calvin's left hand was inserted deeply into the orc's body, and the light of the decomposing force field could be seen at this moment.
"Pfft"
Calvin lightly crushed the orc hanging in his hand and shook his hand without stopping and continued walking towards the opposite side.
The counterattack begins.
The Gray Knights are taking over the mortals' original positions and beginning to attack.
Calvin, who disliked the inconvenience of wielding the warhammer in this environment, dropped it at his feet and took the Roman dagger hanging from his waist in his hand.
With a dagger in one hand and a lightning claw in the other, he pinpointed the opponent's position and teleported. The subsequent rain of blood revealed the fate of these orcs.
The Gray Knights who came after him couldn't even keep up with him, and could only pass through cabins that were "cleaned" one after another.
The front on the right progressed a little slower, but it was invincible under the successive charges of the two terminators, Golden and Tarik.
The significance of Tactical Dreadnought Armor, another name for Terminator power armor, has been highlighted like never before.
In this cramped environment, armor equals life, and strength equals killing.
In this environment, the user of Terminator Power Armor has nothing to fear!
"The big guy from Xiami is here! It's a big can! It's silver!"
The boys on the front line came back after being chopped to pieces, and brought such news to the war boss.
The angry war boss shot the boy to death, then roared loudly and looked around.
Just when he gathered his guards and prepared to go to the front line, Calvin, who had already fought his way through the battlefield on the left wing, happened to walk out of the gap in the bulkhead.
The moment the two sides met, they knew from each other's eyes that the other person was the person they were looking for, and the next battle began naturally.
The orc boss was overjoyed when he saw this big can that looked Waaaaah. He roared and rushed towards Calvin with the boys:
"Boys, get on side by side! What's the morality of sharing a can of shrimps with him! Brother Mao is on top! He's already thirsty for the big chop and big bang in his hands!"
There is no way, it's not the war boss's lack of animal ethics, but if he really wants to be moral, he won't be kicked out of the tribe and become a pirate.
How many normal beasts can survive in an orc clan and not become pirates?
On the other hand, Calvin's reaction was much calmer.
He has absolute confidence in whether he can solve the opponent's problem.
But the comrades behind him still need time to arrive. If the opponent is killed too quickly, it will be quite troublesome to clean up the scattered orcs.
Calvin, who had been using teleportation continuously, was in good condition, and the power still surging in his body made him choose the most flexible and luxurious way of playing - teleportation guerrilla warfare.
His figure began to flicker across the entire orc camp, and every time he appeared there would be a shower of blood.
And every time he flickered, he happened to be stuck when the orc boss was about to arrive, and a new round of transmission started.
The battle scene started to get funny:
Calvin ran in front, and the orc boss chased behind with the boys;
Every time he catches up, Calvin starts a new round of transmission.
The boys screamed when they were chopped down, and the boss screamed with anger.
The boys were beaten to pieces but couldn't run away. The boss chased Calvin all over the house...
No matter how long the journey is, it has an end, let alone this short 200 meters.
The subsequent Gray Knights arrived one after another and joined the battlefield.
Led by two champion knights, they consciously spread out to the wings to occupy a wider shooting angle as much as possible.
And Calvin finally stopped fighting guerrillas after five flashes.
Under the high consumption of teleportation skills, even though his spiritual energy was surging, he began to feel a sense of exhaustion.
He began to turn around and confront the War Boss with the fire support of the Gray Knights.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
The orc boss's power ax and Calvin's power dagger clashed several times in a short period of time.
Even with the sparks flying, they couldn't find any obvious flaws in each other.
All the shots fired by the orc boss's big bangs were absorbed by Calvin's force shield, which did not produce the results he wanted;
Calvin's dagger was too light to produce a suppressive effect.
As for the Lightning Claw, the multiple corpses of Slash Guys that fell around him had proven its lethality.
Calvin now misses the warhammer he had thrown away because he disliked its cumbersomeness.
If this thing existed, he would have dealt with the guy in front of him neatly.
The war boss is different, it wants to run away now.
As early as the first batch of gray knights who arrived appeared on the edge of the battlefield, he felt the change in the battlefield situation.
His cunning eyes began to look around covertly, but Calvin, who had already begun to fight back, deliberately held him back.
The boys on the battlefield had lost all their morale in Calvin's previous unreasonable raid.
The loyalists around him were torn apart one by one by Calvin's lightning claws in the subsequent battle.
There were fewer and fewer active boys under the attack of the Gray Knights who came later, and some smart guys started to collect the property of their dead companions around them and started to run away.
The boss suddenly missed his time in the clan tribe.
There isn't the same free atmosphere as on a pirate ship though. But under the leadership of a big warlord, the morale of pure clan warriors is much more stable than the current group of miscellaneous fish.
"We have to leave! At least we can't be eaten up by the shrimps here!"
It thinks so and does so.
After deliberately slashing with all his strength, the war boss who had distanced himself tilted all the banging bullets in his hand toward Calvin.
"Go to hell! You damn stinky shrimp!"
In addition to the yellowed teeth, the huge jaw tonsils can even be seen trembling in its roaring mouth.
But hidden behind the anger and fighting spirit, his darting eyes betrayed his desire to run away.
"Go on! Calvin!"
Tariq's voice suddenly appeared in Calvin's mind, and the shared vision brought by the connected thought channel told Calvin what the object flying behind him was.
He raised the dagger in his hand and swung it with all his strength at the orc boss on the opposite side. Then he used the inertia of his arm to turn around and catch Tarik's throwing object - the war hammer he had discarded before.
The core material of this warhammer comes from the crystals he harvested from the battle on SATA One, the demon named Eternal Cancer, after his death.
He was discovered and brought back by Gavins and others during the post-war search after he was in coma.
The specific material of this crystal, which is about the size of a fist (Astartes standards), is unknown, but its psychic conductivity is extremely powerful.
It was finally purified through holy rituals and handed over to the forging masters in the forging world of Deimos.
Masters are also very interested in this material from the devil:
Because these materials often possess some weird characteristics, they also give weapons some special effects that cannot be copied.
The same is true for this crystal, which will always refuse the affinity and welding of any metal under non-psionic conditions.
However, under the psychic reaction, the molten metal is always affected by its psychic fluctuations, causing the entire weapon's outer embryo to change into an unexpected shape;
And its special effects are also very interesting. After being penetrated by psychic energy, it will always strengthen the inertial potential energy of the weapon in a short period of time based on the amount of psychic energy received.
And as long as the user is willing, it can instantly store huge potential energy under the precise control of psychic energy and add it to the next swing.
This valuable characteristic is rarely seen in the long career of the master foundry, and it must be put to good use.
So after many attempts and trial production by these masters, it finally returned to Calvin in the form of an atypical war hammer, or more like a scepter with a thickened body.
Like every warrior who loves his weapon, Calvin loved the gift he received after waking up.
He named this heavy war hammer (no) or scepter "Mission" to show its unstoppable power when wielded.
Calvin reached out and held the "mission" in his hands.
And being held together with it was Calvin's murderous intention.
Dang Dang Dang! The protagonist's first weapon. Come on stage!
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