Something was moving in the distant corner illuminated by the lights of Castor's armor. He restrained the urge to fire, holding a strange-shaped weapon in his hand, and he was expecting a clear target.
The helmet sensor shows more than twenty monsters in the dark tunnel ahead, briefly surrounding the search for other paths to the slanderers.
Obviously, this effort ended in failure.
The corridor was empty a second ago, but in the blink of an eye, a group of blue and purple bodies rushed towards the spacemarines along the passage like a flood pouring out of a hole in the dam.
Castor fired, and the weapon in his hand reached its shooting speed in just one heartbeat.
During the next heartbeat, a rain of plasma bullets roared through the corridor. Castor's automatic senses activated the audio buffer the moment the trigger was pressed, but in fact the sound of the gun was very small
Six or seven monsters were smashed into pieces within two seconds, and their bodies were evaporated with fierce shooting.
Castor paused for a moment to allow the barrel to cool down, his habit of using plasma weapons, and then fired again.
Every devastating shot will blow everything in front of you.
Castor, immersed in the Holocaust, almost didn't notice a set of signals on the sensor moving along a corridor parallel to the passage he defended, and he began to move away from the door of the room to buy himself more time to shoot.
With metal tearing and falling to the ground, the gene stealers broke through a door on the corner ahead, and they were in the same room with the Space Marines in less than a second.
"die!"
Castor roared, firing out a long series of shots in rage, and the fan-shaped plasma strafing cut down the first row of attackers, but more enemies quickly replenished.
Pulling the trigger, Castor sprinkled the scorching bullet at the second wave of enemies.
For a moment, flames, pus, blood and fragments burst out from the broken walls filled the corridor.
Other soldiers were also firing, but some people had a brand new bomb gun on their waists in addition to the bomb guns on their hands.
Under the fierce plasma firepower, the alien's offensive collapsed.
Barack took a step forward and smashed the power sword into the back of a monster, and the blade force field exploded into a blue flash when it hit the target.
The spine was shattered, the charcoal ruptured, and the gene stealer fell clumsily on the stone brick like a fish caught on the ground.
"Such good equipment is a waste in the hands of those people."
Barak stared at the power sword in his hand with admiring eyes. This was taken from a fallen warrior of the Astral Knight. You should know that among malicious warriors, power weapons have always been rare things, and basically only the company commander has equipment.
Castor also glanced at the weird plasma pistol in his hand. This was a weapon he snatched from Falzad. It was just used as a souvenir at first, but he didn't expect it to be such a terrible plasma weapon.
If the other party had used this from the beginning, he would probably have been done.
"Is it an alien creature?"
He looked carefully and confirmed that this thing was very different from the empire's plasma weapons.
"Using alien weapons is a heretical behavior, and I think that guy won't make a statement."
He blew a sigh of relief at the radiator with a smile, and Kastor hung the weapon on his waist with satisfaction. At the same time, there was an additional power axe behind him, which was also Falzade's weapon.
If he hadn't been worried that the opponent's large troops would come to support him, he would probably have even pulled out Falzad's armor.
"Company Commander, is this really okay? I heard that there are quite a lot of people from the suffering ally, and there are dark angels to help."
Some people in the team expressed their uneasiness, but his concerns only brought a contemptuous look.
"They took action first, how can we blame ourselves for defending ourselves? The casualties were accidents, and we also suffered losses."
As Castor said, two people were killed in the conflict just now, and three were slightly injured.
However, compared to the gains, Castor felt from the bottom of his heart that he made a profit.
"The commander of the battle asked us to return immediately, what should we do now?"
Barak came over and said something that bothered Castor.
After learning that they had a conflict with the Astral Knights and suffered casualties, their commander sweared at Castor in the communicator for three minutes, and asked them to return immediately.
But Castor thinks it's no big deal. It's not the first time they have clashed with other battle groups, and the commander of the battle group is too much of a problem.
Or, a little too timid.
This is not the quality that the leaders of malicious warriors should have.
He thought so in his heart, but he could only agree to lead the team back immediately.
But he was really reluctant to leave. What if the mechanical ark was taken advantage of?
Just as he hesitated for a while, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly rang out, and all the slanderers turned around and pointed their guns at the direction where the sound came from.
Soon, two stumbled yellow figures rushed out of the darkness. They were covered in blood, their armor was ragged, one of them lost their helmets, and the other one was only half left.
"Owner!"
Castor immediately shouted loudly to remind the surrounding soldiers and walked over.
"Which company do you belong to?"
"Three...three consecutive!"
One of them answered, looking back at the darkness behind him from time to time, as if there was a terrible predator peeking there.
"Huh? Adams? Why do you look like this?"
Barack recognized the sergeant from the third company at this time. After the two slanderers stopped in front of them, their faces were covered in blood and they began to breathe violently, and their arms were trembling unconsciously.
Castor immediately realized that something was wrong.
"What happened to the three consecutive times?"
"We...we were sneak attacked! Enemies rushed from all directions, screaming, and fire...we were washed away, many brothers were dead, our team began to retreat, they kept chasing..."
"What!? Is it an alien?"
"No, probably not, I...I don't know either."
Adams still looked shocked at this time, but what he said was too amazing.
A whole company was destroyed.
Castor's expression became extremely serious. He grabbed Adams' shoulder and shook it hard.
"Sobert! Our brothers are dead! Revenge must be taken! Take me to the place where you were attacked, and maybe there are survivors!"
After saying that, he used long-term communication to report to the rear:
"In an emergency, three consecutive ambushed, repeated, three consecutive ambushed, we are rushing to the scene! The coordinates are then sent!"
After a while, Adams finally recovered his consciousness. He nodded vigorously and clenched the bomb gun.
"Yes, revenge! Hurry! Company Commander Castor, we have to go back quickly!"
"Then stop talking nonsense, lead the way! By the way, let me know the coordinates of your attack first!"
Soon, after reporting the coordinates, Castor did not wait for instructions from behind and rushed to the ambushed area of the third company, which was not far from them.