Ruspel Jr. recognized the Predator tank and its owner—
The Iron Warriors Legion, a legion that turned its course ten thousand years ago, should of course no longer exist now-Ruspel Jr. was educated that all the traitors were broken down due to their depravity.
Then they should be facing a war gang now, but he can't recognize what the specific name is.
"Oh my god, it's not dead!"
The predator of the Brotherhood of Steel was moving, rushing forward, and its turret was turning, pointing to the position of the undead pest.
Ruspel Jr. immediately shouted in the cabin:
"Kill it! Kill it now!"
"I saw it!"
The gunner responded as the turret turned, standing quietly with his finger on the trigger.
"Oh, come on!"
"Let's fire!"
Rusper yelled, the Predator was slowing down, and the muzzle on the turret was staring at him.
"Damn——"
The gunner roared and pressed the trigger, and the Destroyer Cannon roared.
The firing hits the Predator's turret race, accompanied by a burst of rain of molten armor, and the sub-weapon group continues to fire, washing it with sun-like anger.
Suddenly, the inside of the tank was immersed in a red light, and the gunner moved his hands from the main gun trigger to look for the refrigerant release lever behind him, and then he pulled it down.
Rusper Jr. heard the refrigeration pipeline ring with sudden pressure, and the red light turned amber.
He breathed out, and the main gun would almost release the scorching steam into the turret.
But now his vision was disturbed and he could not see what was happening ahead, so he could only rely on thermal imaging.
"Boss..."
The gunner's voice was low at this time. Little Rusper turned to the side, glanced at the Niaobuyi, and spoke to the sender.
"We should have killed one of the predators."
A red icon marks the location where the vehicle was killed, but a yellow icon flashes at the edge of the screen, indicating an unknown target.
The Waldo destroyer did not go far.
"Aim at the left, what else is there."
"Boss, I saw it before the fire started."
The gunner suddenly said, as if he hadn't heard what Little Ruspel said.
Little Rusper narrowed his eyes and looked at the screen full of static interference. The yellow icon representing the unrecognized vehicle was dimming and the surrounding heat was also weakening.
"That seems to be the wreckage that is cooling, or they shut down the engine."
"Fuck! I saw enemy crew coming out of the wreckage."
The gunner suddenly screamed.
“It’s not dead!”
"The goal is still alive."
Rusper Jr. immediately sent a message to the surrounding friendly forces:
"Repeat, the target is still alive, this group of bastards want to hide."
"They are Astate."
The gunner murmured, his tone as if he was saying something ridiculous.
"......The enemy outside is the Space Marine."
When Ruspel heard this, he thought of the iron skeleton on the body of the Predator car.
Space Marine, this thought echoed in his mind.
Their enemies are Space Marines—even those who have fallen.
"I saw it!"
When the driver suddenly shouted on the left, Rusper immediately looked out of the periscope.
Sure enough, the target was there, a gray-iron body with a distinct shelling mark, showing up in the rolling mist.
"Oh no"
The little Rusper steel opening, and the Predator's shell hit Makado as he steers hard, knocking the starboard gun away with a scream of metal breaking.
"Undead pests, hold on!"
In the communicator, the captain of the Steel Crusher, who was in the same formation as the Little Rusper, was roaring loudly.
Then, the Makado tank accelerated and rushed out. Although he could try to shoot now, the angle was not good and it was difficult to complete the kill.
But Ruspel Jr. realized that the situation was wrong because the enemy had more than one tank.
But the undead pest was also under fire. He could hear the explosion and the sound of the enemy's predator's main gun firing. The tank was turning rapidly, trying to face the front armor towards the enemy.
"Damn it!"
Another dull explosion echoed in the smoke-filled cabin, and the enemy fired again, and the Immortal Pest tried to turn, but the Predator was faster and could move back to the back of it in just a few seconds.
Rusper Jr. tried to breathe, the police lights lit up in the wail of the engine, and the correspondent was screaming at the sender.
Dozens of thoughts squeezed into his mind.
The enemy was about to drive behind them, they had to turn, they had to fight back, they had to-
Dong--
Suddenly, something hit the front armor, and the whole car seemed to be kicked by a Titan, and it rang like a gong.
Little Ruspel's head hit the cannon mount, and he felt the edge of his vision be a little black, and the force hit his back like a rag doll.
Then he realized that there was blood in the eyepiece, tinnitus in his ears, and his mind was dark.
"fire!"
He shouted, but the tank was shaking with the warning lights, and only the gunner was heard yelling that he had seen something.
"The enemy is finished!"
A violent explosion suddenly came from outside, and Rusper quickly put on the periscope.
It turned out that the steel mill successfully grabbed the opponent, and the shells hit the rear armor of the Predator and entered in the blink of an eye.
The predator exploded, a cloud of fire bloomed in the fog, and with large pieces of armor, the turret was blown away from behind like leaves in the wind.
In an instant, the thick fog was stained with blood and molten metal, and then the flames gradually faded away, leaving only the black smoke covering the wreckage of the tank.
Rusper little blinked and nodded.
"Thank you so much for the Emperor."
A second later, he opened the external transmitter line.
"Call the steel miller."
A swearing filled his ears, which made him laugh for some reason.
"Thank you for saving our lives."
"Ha, you're welcome."
At this moment, a red neon jet penetrated the mist and contacted the Steel Roller.
In an instant, a bright white light ball emerged out of thin air.
The Makado tank exploded, and the jet of molten metal shot out from all directions of the vehicle body, and even a ball of steel flew out of the dead chariot, hitting the Immortal Pest, making it shake like a doll pushed down by a child.
"No!! Damn it!!"
Little Ruspel was angry. He didn't care about the bloody mouth that was knocked out of his forehead and put his entire face on the periscope.
"Damn it! So you're here! You're caught now, bastard!"
He saw the Vardo Destroyer six hundred meters away, lurking in a huge crater, raising the pistons supporting the shovel blade, obviously preparing to transfer.