Chapter 249 Storm Attack and Defense Battle (2) Battle on the Tracks

Chapter 249 Storm Attack and Defense Battle (2) Battle on the Tracks

The landing torpedo, cast in one piece of ceramic steel, carries huge inertia and strikes silently from the pitch-black universe;

The melt weapons in the front have fully fulfilled the tactical purpose expected by the designers, burning the landing torpedoes in advance and breaking through several decks of the space station.

The semi-molten metal rubbed against the cold, hard ceramic steel, making a tooth-piercing scraping sound.

The shrill alarm sounded throughout the vast space of the dark red space station, and in the dirty air with body odor, the orcs roared in search of all humans who landed.

"Shield Guard!"

The Astartes, who was wearing a cavalry Terminator, gave low orders and was the first to hit the heavy shield in his hand on the floor in front of the large group of orcs;

The first row of Astartes behind them all moved in unison, crouching down and stacking heavy shields;

While building a steel city wall with the former as the center, it also opened up space for the subsequent Astartes to land.

The orcs' guns had already arrived in front of them. Among the bullets as thick as a bowl, there were even warheads from heavy weapons roaring.

The faces of the Astartes hidden behind their helmets did not change. Their left hands holding shields bent their arms to the right. After the upper end of the shield fit into the shoulder of the power armor, two protective stances from different devices were activated at the same time.

The servo of the left arm, waist and legs in the power armor instantly locked the electromagnetic muscles to resist the huge impact that followed;

His right hand did not forget to insert the muzzle of the flamethrower into the bracket of the shield.

The magnetic boots tried their best to resist the thrust brought by the storm-like intensive blows, and the spark-filled soles rubbed against the steel floor, making a harsh squealing sound.

"discipline!"

With the second shout, multiple cone-shaped jets of promethium fuel were shot out from the top of the stacked shield wall.

The bright jet of high temperature and pressure spurted forward in an instant. All the orcs within fifty meters, big or small, were rushed by the destructive flames in the next second and turned into ashes on the spot.

But this horrific scene could not contain the orcs, a race that lives on war, and the death of their compatriots at the front failed to shake their minds.

The char and ashes of their compatriots surged once more across the red floor under the steel soles bolted directly to their big green feet.

The two groups shot at each other in the narrow corridor, and collided fiercely after the last 100 meters of sprint.

The heavy knocks were felt from the shields in their hands, and the veterans wearing Terminators silently pulled out the mounted power daggers from behind the shields.

Wearing magnetic boots, with the support of their brothers behind them, they managed to maintain their standing posture, and then used the daggers in their hands to stab forward along the gaps in the shield...

The hissing sound of the sword piercing through the flesh seemed dull and dense in the steel corridor.

When the physical strength of this group of soldiers was about to be exhausted, the second row of soldiers behind them, who were already hungry and thirsty, stepped forward from the gap.

The tide of pushback from the Astartes began to move forward unstoppably;

The muzzle of the high-temperature flamethrower pressed against the orc's stinky body, and the trigger was pulled hard again...

In comparison, the Gray Knights on the other side of the battlefield were much more calm.

Waves of silvery psychic energy flashed deep in the space station, suddenly arriving at the empty fields at various key nodes.

Facing the angry eyes of the guarding orcs, these gray knights teleported across space emerged from the surge of psychic energy;

In the next moment before the orcs could react, the huge power accumulated by the teleportation was guided by the leading gray knight and thrown towards their position.

This is one of the universal advanced psychic laws mastered by high-level arbiters, and it is also one of the traditional tactics used by the Gray Knights in the era of the Chapter when conducting psychic raids in an environment controlled by the enemy.

But this is just the beginning.

The biggest difference between the Gray Knights who have advanced to the legion era and the previous ones is that since the return of the Primarch, they come from the same bloodline and have psychic synchronization that is unimaginable to outsiders.

And directly affected by this synchronization, when the Gray Knights jointly cast spells with large-scale psychic laws, the internal friction caused by each other's fluctuating synchronization will be greatly reduced.

To what extent can it be reduced?

This should have been a heavy price, but in the hands of the sons of Calvin, it has been reduced to the point that even without Calvin himself to coordinate, the Gray Knights team can cast three times the joint law in a short period of time!

On the iconic Crusader helmets of the Arbiters, the psionic silver light has not yet dissipated from the eyepieces;

And in the next moment that belonged to their superhuman bullet time, the silver-gray armor of the entire team lit up again!

The team's second spellcaster had already raised his weapon, and began to dominate the next wave of large-scale psychic laws against the silver light background of the gray knights overflowing the eyepieces.

"Law - whipping!"

"The law - come!"

Different psychic powers are used in the specific environments faced by different teams:

The heavy firepower of the group of orcs had just been in place for a moment, but was turned into charcoal by the huge psychic lightning that struck from a distance;

The huge orc warlord was wearing heavy steel armor and charging forward with the power claw in his hand;

But just as its maniacally laughing huge figure arrived in front of the Gray Knights, the Arbiter, blessed by the group buff, slashed forward the huge lightsaber several meters high in its hand at a speed that it was completely unable to react. .

The platinum sword light was several meters long. After cutting the 4-meter-tall body of the orc warlord in half, it swept forward for more than ten meters before dissipating!

With the entire battlefield being wiped out in an instant, the Arbiter, who was half-kneeling on the ground due to exhaustion, was helped up by the brothers behind him;

The Gray Knights in the group acted as if nothing had happened. After looking at each other, they continued to walk towards the depths of the space station with their eternal steps...

The external resistance of the space station is still fierce, but under the powerful attack of the Astartes, it has been retreating steadily and lost control of the outer layer;

The Astartes who landed later did not waste these advantages. Under precise penetration and demolition strikes, flamethrowers and Kraken-type armor-piercing bombs exerted efficient and terrifying lethality in this bloody street fighting environment. .

But the main force of the orcs, which had not been damaged, was still struggling. Their troops were continuously coming from the space station and the star fortress next door.

On the transparent external passage, densely packed dark green figures can be seen moving.

Perhaps the orcs deployed here are their real core force;

Since the start of the landing battle, the tactical information feedback of each team has clearly marked the obvious increase in the combat equipment and willpower of these orcs.

Fortunately, the Gray Knights who had completed the teleportation strike had a clear target. They rushed towards the planned transportation hub as soon as the attack was successful.

As for Calvin himself, he led a 40-man Terminator heavy unit to completely destroy the command hub of the space station.

At this time, he was standing next to the huge corpse of the orc warlord in charge here. Dressed in silver heavy armor, he was pulling out the war hammer that had smashed into the enemy's chest with one hand.

The head of the huge corpse under his feet could no longer be seen. In the huge gap that was originally the neck, there was now only a fuzzy mass of flesh and blood that was smoking...

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