The leader of the Red Pirates' war gang, Okote, listened to the screams and laughter on the channel, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He was very lucky because he was not sent to join the gang before, because it turned out that this was the same as committing suicide.
No different, but now he feels like he is not so lucky.
"Head, it seems the wizards have gone awry."
"Damn it, if I had known better, I wouldn't have come to do this. There's no point in doing this, it's just fucking life-threatening."
A dull crash interrupted Okote's words. He turned his head warily, followed by similar sounds one after another. As a senior pirate, he was extremely familiar with this sound——
"Really jumped up?"
Holding the bolt gun tightly, he immediately called to the dozen war gang members and cultist servants around him.
When they came to the location where the sound came from, they saw that the hull of the ship had been pierced by diamond-shaped landing craft. There were three of them in front of them, each one larger than the largest landing craft he had ever seen. These huge aircraft were carved into
The symbol of the Adeptus Mechanicus was flashing an unsettling red light.
"It seems to be something from the Mechanicus, so be careful."
Just as Orcott was reporting the situation here to his superiors, a large-caliber bullet fired from an unknown source hit a Chaos Space Marine next to him at a speed that blinded him, directly destroying the entire shoulder armor.
It flew away.
"hidden!"
Seeing the sparks emitting from the heads of the landing craft, Okote roared, and then a wild rain of bullets swept around, shattering the cultists who could not dodge.
While firing, the fronts of the landing craft also opened, and a large group of deformed objects fell down.
They have corpse-like pale skin and are covered with simple strips of cloth. Most of their limbs have been replaced, and the replacements are not only quite rough, but also very terrifying - they are all electric saws, electric drills, whips and sharp knives.
The strangest thing about these creatures is the helmets of each other. Each one wears a thick metal mask, with only the eyes revealed from the rotten skull under the mask. The eyes are dull and mechanical in a disturbing way.
The huge landing craft kept spitting out these semi-mechanical creations, as if a huge black fly was laying milky white eggs, and they remained motionless after landing until a mechanical broadcast sounded.
——
"Traitor, die!"
"Traitor, die!"
Traitor, die!
All the massacre servitors made these hair-raising sounds in unison, like a terrifying scream that was a mixture of metal and creatures. Then their arms twitched like electric shocks, and then simultaneously in terrifying coordination.
He jumped forward and started running wildly towards the Chaos Space Marines.
"Shoot as you please!"
As a Chaos Space Marine, Ocott has seen many scenes. He will not tremble like those cultists, but shout loudly.
Other Chaos Space Marines were already in position, and the corpse-like creatures closest to them had been methodically shot.
In the roar that resounded through the cabin, the bullets fired by the bolter shattered the target into pieces, leaving holes all over the body. The blood spurted out was filled with red clouds. In every explosion, pink smoke can be seen in the target.
I saw gleaming white bones.
However, those monsters turned a blind eye to the wounds on their bodies. They opened their jaws with jagged teeth and staggered at full speed.
"Don't be dumbfounded! Shoot!"
Okote stretched out his hand and punched the head of a cultist who was shaking behind the bunker, and then yelled:
"If you don't want to die, do it! Otherwise I will feed you to the devil!"
Encouraged by the leader, the cultists also started shooting with the automatic guns on their hands, and more physical bullets were fired rapidly.
"Put them down, you subspace idiots! If you can't hit the head, just hit the legs!"
Suddenly, a terrifying scream came from beside him. Okot turned his head and saw a corpse-like monster waving its arms and falling from the ceiling.
It swung left and right, like a drunkard. A cultist was caught off guard and was directly slashed across the chest with a razor. Blood spattered and his pale ribs were exposed.
Traitor, die!
"I'll fuck you, you fucking gear guy!"
Okote rushed forward, kicked the monster hard on the side, and then used all his strength to crush the monster's head.
But immediately there was a terrible buzzing sound behind him, followed by a scream, and another cultist fell down covering his face - his face was split in the middle by a chainsaw.
Several abominable servitors loomed out of the dark mist, but Ocott had no time to pay attention to them: because another ugly, corpse-like creature had already rushed towards him, as close as he could get.
I smell its bad breath.
"Damn, that's too much!"
After punching the thing's head open with one punch, Okot looked around and could only see pale bodies running in weird postures. He seemed to be in a wave of machines and deformed bodies. There were not eight thousand but ten thousand in number——
In fact, each servitor landing craft carries 10,000 massacre servitors at its maximum capacity.
Thousands of cultists were quickly drowned, and their screams were lost in the uniform shouts of the slaughtering servitors——
Traitor, die!
Okote realized that he couldn't continue fighting. He still knew that an elephant would be killed by too many ants. If he was killed by a servitor, he would be ridiculed for ten thousand years, so he immediately yelled.
"Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!"
Under the influence of ghost boats and servitor boats, the Red Pirates' plan to destroy the ship suffered a serious setback. The Chaos Wizard who performed the ritual was attacked by demons and most of them were killed or wounded. The defenders inside were tired of dealing with the rampaging demons and servitors.
Unable to make any response for a while, Helbleich seized the opportunity to eliminate the enemies in the barge, and led the squadron to launch a fierce attack on the enemy cruiser, destroying another enemy massacre-class cruiser.
By this time, all the Red Pirates' plans seemed to have come to an end.
Mogaro, one of the war leaders of the Red Pirates, stood in the center of the moving hologram, with red and green light constantly flashing on his scarred face, making his whole person look uncertain.
"The Abyss Hound battle group has lost 63%..."
"The Sword of Hatred battle group is maneuvering towards coordinates 11-2-3..."
"The spine turret is ready..."
"The main target has been locked...""
"The integrity rate of the left gun position is 76%, attack preparation confirmed..."
The sound on the bridge was very chaotic, with noisy communication conversations, orders from the gunnery commander to the technical priest, and the chattering of the detection chief.
All of this was filtered out by Mogaro, and his attention was focused on the instrument in front of him. From here, he could see the forge world and its satellites flashing in the center of the holographic projection, marked with red and yellow colors.
The positions of the ships on both sides, and next to it are the status diagrams of each area of the flagship.
When he tried to focus his sight on the battlefield, he sighed involuntarily.