The breathtaking clouds surged from every opening in the passage, limiting their sight to several meters. The hidden wreckage would only appear on the helmet display when they were about to stumble.
The sight of the Captain Castor of the Malicious Warriors's regiment was filled with noisy white, full of half-guessed outlines and undetermined targets. He then turned on the automatic monitoring system of Power Arm and lowered the monitoring spectrum, but each frequency was affected.
All forms of visible and near-visible light are engulfed by oily smoke, and the collapsed reactors are created-
As for who created the reactor accident, they are also speculating that because the wreckage of the ship had cooled a long time ago, its reactor should have suffocated long ago, so why can it be ignited and destroyed?
There must be some trajectory here, and Castor suspects that another group of Space Marines are causing trouble for them.
But he has no evidence.
The commander of the 'slander' company, wearing bile yellow and coal black armor, moved with a predator-like elegance. Although his appearance was worn, some of the armor plates on him looked stronger than others, as if they were a mixture rather than a complete set of matching armor, and the scraped paint exposed the essence of who it was taken from - there were at least three battle groups inside.
His weapon was a two-handed power hammer, which was tied obliquely to his back - the handle of the hammer protruded above his left shoulder armor, and the head of the hammer appeared from his right hip.
And he was followed by more than thirty slanderers.
Among the malicious warriors, the slander is the elite. They are not many, but they are selected from all ten companies, even the scouts are no exception, and they are also the representative of the most brutal warriors in this battle group.
Currently, Castor can only rely on pulsed sound wave travel guidance, but they are also untrustable because the collapse caused by the reactor collapse sends back the wrong echo.
Suddenly, the experienced soldier's foot tripped on a piece of gravel from a building ruin and made a trembling sound.
He stumbled, kicking away a pile of steel bars wrapped around fake stones, then slowed down and glanced at the rolling smoke and the buildings he quickly caught from the darkness.
The non-commissioned officer Barak in the company did not see Castor slowing down. He suddenly hit the company commander's power backpack and staggered both of them.
"Silly Pig!"
Castor reacted first, turned around and grabbed Barak's shoulders, and when he twisted the warrior's shoulders, the armored servo moaned, forcing the other man to clumsyly leaned to the side.
"Be careful."
Castor dragged the other party to him, and the helmet roared at the helmet, and then pushed it back.
"Company Commander, here we can't see anything! We must move to another passage."
Barak yelled, his eyepieces flashing red in the black smoke, his armor was older and fragmented than Castor, a combination of garbage dumps.
Just from these elite warriors, you can see the entire picture of the entire malicious warriors, so it is not difficult to understand why they accepted the employment of Mars Sages.
To put it bluntly, it's just one word-
poverty.
Suddenly, a strange noise passed through the air, and the screams and frictions declared the arrival of more aliens.
"here we go again."
Castor complained in a low voice, and then another group of gene thieves attacked from the darkness.
The weapons of the malicious warriors roared and burst out a gap in the rushing enemy group, but soon more enemies rushed up. Then a veteran turned on the flamethrower and the purified flames blew towards the oncoming enemy group.
But these aliens rushed towards them desperately with fierce firepower, as if some kind of force was driving them more powerful than their original cruelty. The light and flames made them angry, like a whole, and the thick smoke made their actions even more strange and unpredictable.
The narrow range of movement in the passage forced the slander to adopt a multi-layer formation. The soldiers in the front row had to kneel down to give space for shooting for the comrades in the back row. Flames spewed out of the ejector, and the harsh sound of the explosive gun filled the entire hull. The flames and bullets killed the attacking alien monsters, and at the same time, they brought out waves of flesh-formed vortexes on the ground and walls.
Corptoes were stacking, but enemies were still coming, and gene thieves slashed the corpses of their relatives, eager to get close to their prey.
"Be careful! It's a distortion!"
During the fierce battle, a huge monster broke through the defense line, and its huge claws grabbed one of the leg of the veteran Barack and dragged him on the ground.
The Space Marine lifted her other foot and kicked the monster's round head with her boots, but it was unmoved at all, opening its big mouth to reveal rows of black and wet teeth.
“Habitat!”
Barak pulled out his sword, just like the part of his armor that shone with light. Although the light of the sword was dim with ashes, it did not blunt its single-molecular blade.
With the help of his waist, Barak stabbed the sharp blade into the distorted neck with a blow, leaving only the hilt of the knife exposed. Then he began to retract the blade from the other party's wrinkled body and hung himself on the other party's body.
As the pus and blood splattered, the aberrant body howled in pain and grabbed Barak with his hands, scratching the malicious warrior's facial armor and neck armor.
But Barak was very strong. After a thrust, he pulled out the knife and spit out a stream of dirty blood, and stabbed it again.
"Down! Brothers!"
After hearing this, Barack released the hilt and fell heavily.
Then the two veterans rushed up and sprayed angry flames at the monster. The distorted body wrapped in the flames struggled and rolled under the fierce fire. Barak shot two shots at the opponent's head, and then ran into it and pushed the distorted body covered in fire. Then he pulled out his sword and cut off the enemy's head with one knife.
“Use a grenade!”
Under Castor's order, three veterans threw out fragmented grenades, and the rest of the soldiers protected their faces to avoid the impact of the explosion.
When the vibration weakened, they saw the injured alien trying to crawl out of the ruins, and their bodies were blew up by shrapnel.
Then he walked up and killed the enemies one by one. At this time, the other surviving aliens also turned around and fled, preparing to plan for the next attack.
After checking everyone's ammunition and finding that the situation was not optimistic, Castor looked at the technical sergeant.
"Look at the bird Buyi!"
As he spoke, Castor's head kept turning, trying to find a way out in the smoke and collapsed passage.
"I feel that someone is making trouble, and those aliens will not destroy the reactor."
Hearing this sentence, veteran Weisser suddenly spoke: