"It's a pure-blood gene stealer. Try to deal with it from a distance."
Balez immediately spoke to remind the team of soldiers, and then the two terminators in the team holding assault cannons began to shoot sideways, tearing apart the genestealers who tried to attack in a roundabout way - their hunched bodies were caught in the storm of artillery and blood.
was torn apart.
Other Terminators also started shooting, but they used the Rainstorm plasma pistol, a weapon that has become completely popular in the White Templar.
Screams of pain echoed in the house. After finding that they could not get close to each other, they actually chose to retreat.
"Company commander, this is Team Dean."
Suddenly, another voice came through the communication, it was the captain of another tactical team.
"Everyone has arrived at the location."
This is an assault team, and their mission is to use jump packs to reach the top of the platform directly when the Terminator attracts the enemy's attention.
"start to act."
After Balez finished speaking, he checked the sensing system and made sure that the life signal was right above him.
Soon, through a thick metal plate, he heard an explosion, which was the signal for the assault team to throw grenades downwards, and then their chain saws and bolt pistols would roar.
"Work harder, brothers, clean this place up!"
The third company commander swung his hammer and pushed the first gene stealer aside. His broken body hit the metal wall of the corridor. When the second alien rushed towards him, he raised his fist and hit the opponent's head with his fist, causing it to sink.
It convulsed, and crushed the head of the stunned monster with one foot. The other one quickly pounced on him, clawing at his abdomen, and its diamond-hard claws tried to take out the internal organs protected by the metal.
He swung the hammer, and the monster's neck, which was made of chitinous nodules, snapped with a snap, and then collapsed to the ground.
boom--
Suddenly, there was an explosion ahead, and several Genestealers were blown away. The second Terminator team also massacred their way to the second floor from the other direction, their bolters and plasma guns firing.
"Flanking security."
The last yellow light announced the arrival of the Emperor's Fire. The flames shot out by the heavy flamethrower flickered along the gap between the huge hook machine and the crane, burning to death a group of people who tried to jump from the gantry above and land on Balez.
Genestealers behind.
The alien writhed in the flames for a second or two, then turned into a smoldering heap as the flames dissipated, with only patches of burning promethium scarring the walls and floor.
Balez ignored them, walked through the dying fire, joined another team, and walked towards a closed door.
However, the sensory signal indicated that the Genestealers were lurking nearby. A Terminator armed with an assault cannon fired at the nearest door under the instructions of Balez, blowing it into pieces. The three pure-blood Genestealers' broken bodies
The body fell to the ground along with the remains of the gate.
More Genestealers were discovered as the door cracked, but the rest of them suffered the same fate, with filthy blood splattering across the riveted partitions.
Soon they entered a loading bay, the remains of cranes and elevators leaning crazily in the shadows above, huge blast doors that had exploded inward when another ship hit them at some distant time, an angular
The balcony was exposed and stretched through the door. Each of the mixed-race poet monks jumped over the parapet and landed steadily on the floor of the loading area. They rushed towards the Terminator without hesitation. Below were hordes of infected people.
With the new blood, they have no choice but to fight to the death.
Barez fired calmly, adjusting the rhythm of his shooting, first killing a repairman holding a stolen Skitarii rifle and a thin woman with sharp claws.
Others fired a wall of bullets at the charging Genestealers. They were only wearing tattered coveralls and armed with makeshift weapons, like ears of wheat falling before scythes, but they still refused to turn around.
The mixed-race poet monks jumped over the backs of their dying companions. Their strong legs made some of them do high somersaults, but they were hilariously shot to death by bullets before they even landed.
Screams and roars passed through the cabin, and a hunchbacked brute holding a huge scrap hammer came towards the Terminators from the fog, but a plasma shot hit the left knee of the aberration, forcing it to kneel down.
Zi roared and stepped forward, kicking the opponent's other intact knee hard with his iron boot. What he heard back was a terrifying, carapace-like crunching sound - just like the crunching sound of stepping on a swollen insect.
, a wet sound.
The aberrant body began to scream, and the jagged and bloody bones protruded from its ankles. Balez raised the hammer and hit its huge and strong body again and again, as if it were a farmer pounding grain, and that
The alien lost resistance and could only raise its arms to try to block it, but its hand was broken off in the first hit, and then its chest was dented, and the smelly pus sprayed all over him...
"Mom, where are we going..."
Willie stood with her bare feet on the cold ground, holding a worn and patched doll with four arms in her arms. She was at a loss as she watched her mother use her clawed arms to try to break it apart.
A rusty round door.
She is less than one meter tall, very thin, her face is dirty and stained with snot, her head is bald, there is a slight growth on her forehead, and she only has a gray and ill-fitting tattered dress, which is like an oversized dress
, as a member of the fourth generation, her appearance is extremely close to that of humans, but she has stronger resistance and faster growth. She is actually only three years old but has the body shape of a normal human being of six or seven years old.
"Mom, where are the uncles and aunties..."
Because she was still young, she could not establish a complete spiritual connection, but had a vague feeling that something was constantly being lost during this period of time.
Obviously a few days ago, she and her friends were happily playing and studying in their "new home", looking forward to growing up quickly and helping their relatives and parents work. They had only a little memory of the cruel life in the past - cold and dark.
In the underground mines, there is only sporadic food and sewage every day, but that is what their parents can do their best to provide, even risking their lives to "steal" it from the garbage dump, as well as those ubiquitous people wearing armor.
A thug holding an electric baton.
Willie once had a friend who was accidentally caught stealing his kettle, and was beaten to death with an electric baton.
Fortunately, the adults finally drove away the bad guys, and they were finally able to leave the underground and live on the ground. However, Willie's father seemed to have died in the battle with the bad guys, so while his mother was working, she could only stay in the "kindergarten" cared for by the aunts.
"Live a collective life.
But in a big family, every aunt regards the children as her own flesh and blood, so there is no difference.
But such good days did not last long. Not long ago, she was playing the game of stacking briquettes. Her mother suddenly ran over and picked her up. Then she ran desperately, all the way to the dark and damp underground passage, and found a place.
Abandoned metal shacks, then what they are now.
Her mother seemed to be struggling to open the thing.