Chaos Space Marine Chari poked his head out of a firing gap in the Midhive Wall Citadel, his bolter in hand.
There are no creatures moving in his field of vision, which is good.
The vast area in front of where his fortress stood became a scorched and exploded landscape, pockmarked and scorched by fire, and a cloud of poisonous yellow mist and thick black smoke hung over the cursed ground.
The soldiers stationed on the wall hid in the bomb holes and bunkers before the bombardment started. They were not the informal armed forces from the lower nest, but the guards and soldiers from the pirate lords. They were not disciplined, but at least they knew how to fight.
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The protective wall of the Middle Nest is entirely made of alloy. Its original function is to separate the safe parts of the nest from the chaotic parts. It is more like a class barrier, especially in the organizational structure of the cruel Red Pirates.
Among them, there are only your own people, collaborators and slaves.
But now, it has become a strong fortification against the wretches who worship the carrion of the throne.
Each section of the protective wall will have a small fortress, which has powerful fixed firepower and a small void shield, and can become an effective firepower fulcrum. Unless the Imperials pile corpses on the top of the wall, Charlie can't think of anything they can do.
When the attack begins, these lands will be left with the remains of the dead that cannot be buried, spreading sacrifices to Nurgle with decay and plague.
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Although Chari is not a Nurgle believer.
He is even just a recruit. He has only joined the Red Pirates for more than thirty years, and he doesn't know where his gene-seed comes from, but now he works for the Black Heart King.
In the past, he was just a little gangster who fought on the streets and would do anything for a scrap. It was the Red Pirates who gave him the power of a god.
The empire would never give someone like him such an opportunity.
Charlie smiled, clenched his fists with satisfaction, stepped back, left the shooting gap, and hung the bolter back on his thigh.
His crimson armor is relatively clean, except for the deliberately decorated skulls and spikes, and his appearance is not much different from the Space Marines from the Empire.
Charlie knows that he is still too young and is not qualified to receive blessings from the gods, but one day he will gain the favor of the dark forces and become a strong man who can control other people's lives and deaths, instead of being like this now with those weak pirates and
Mutants are mixed together, even if he can control their life and death, it is meaningless.
He also has his own ambitions and wants to have his own warband, and even become a war lord one day.
Under the fearful eyes of the mortal servants, he returned to the room on the first floor of the fortress, which was very clean and made of rock and concrete. It was also the command position of the fortress. A rough staircase led to the battlements above, where snipers and
Fixed artillery can be fired from at approaching enemies.
Charlie sat down on his command chair, wiped off the dust on his armor with the skin on the side, took off his helmet and wiped it carefully again, gasping with satisfaction, then picked up a bottle of wine and started drinking.
In this siege, the Imperial people will eventually give up in the face of huge casualties. Charlie believes this. He feels that no one is not afraid of death, and the same goes for the Imperial people.
Yes, they should be more afraid of death.
But his victorious mood was soon spoiled when someone detonated explosives in the fort.
"What!"
As Charlie hurriedly ran out of the command center, he saw a grenade flying out of nowhere. The clang of it bouncing along the floor was almost inaudible amid the explosion.
Then, the explosion tore apart several panicked servants.
"Don't mess up! Don't mess up!!"
Just as he was trying to organize these mortals, a grenade suddenly exploded near him.
A normal person would die or be seriously injured within the radius of the explosion, but the explosion only licked the hard surface of Charlie's newly polished power armor, burned the decorations on it, and ignited his human skin.
cloak, but he felt no pain.
He blinked slowly as the soldier's remains were scattered on the ground.
The explosion distracted the other gunners, so they were still looking in the wrong direction when flames began pouring through the fort's firing gaps, the white-hot stream of promethium causing an agonizing death.
Charlie still hadn't seen where the enemy was. Just when he drew out his bolter and was about to shoot a few unlucky guys to stabilize his morale, a thick arm suddenly stretched out from behind him and violently strangled his neck.
"Well!"
Instinctively, he struggled and tried to throw the opponent over his shoulders, but the arm that was holding him was so strong that it directly pinched his neck, which lacked armor protection, and almost suffocated him.
Charlie realized he was being attacked by Space Marines.
After taking a few breaths, Charlie stabilized his lower body and stretched his arms back, trying to grab the opponent's head.
"Well, this Chaos Pig is quite energetic."
With a mocking voice, his arms were held down from both sides, and then a sharp fighting knife was stabbed into his jaw.
At that moment, Charlie felt severe pain, and he shook his shoulders hard due to his survival instinct.
But it's no use.
Knife after knife, Charlie's armor was dyed bright red with blood, and he gradually lost strength and consciousness.
When the opponent let go of him, he fell forward feebly.
Ambition, strength, and the future all left him at this moment, and then he felt someone taking off his helmet, grabbing his hair and lifting his face up.
Then he saw the person who killed him, with a cold face, a crew cut, a red band on his head, and no power armor——
"How can it be..."
His lips wriggled and uttered a few vague words, and then he felt the cold blade approaching his throat.
Johnson was quite envious as he watched the mysterious warrior named Mabo decapitate the Chaos Space Marine with one blow and hang it on his waist. This was a trophy that could be bragging about for a whole year.
Then Mabo cut off the opponent's thumb and threw it to Johnson, because he was the one who helped hold down the Chaos Space Marine's hands.
"Fuck it! Stop being stunned!"
Hearing Sergeant Harker's roar, Johnson put away his thumb and sprayed the flamethrower in his hand at a group of enemy soldiers hiding behind a bunker with rifles.
The hot promethium flow directly ignited them. At this time, Harker also put away his pistol and turned to a Catachan demon.
"Chili Snake, throw my baby to me!"
When the Catachan veteran whose real name was Fernandez heard Huck calling him his nickname, he decisively threw a heavy explosive bomb in his hand to Huck, and he picked up the grenade launcher hanging on his waist and began to target those firepower points.
Name them one by one.
"Kill the fuck!"
Harker roared, spread his legs, held heavy explosives and started firing.
Mabo hung two logging guns on his shoulders with straps, and then fired his bow left and right. The two guns fired simultaneously at the heretics who were scurrying about.
In the blink of an eye, a squad of Catachan demons unleashed a company's firepower. The heretics in the fortress were stunned. Although there were thousands of them, they all huddled in the bunker and screamed or trembled.