Chapter 3189 The battle between red and green (Part 2)
The Alphas of the Skitarii quickly gathered around the priests. The surrounding Skitarii staggered to reorganize their battle lines. Many people were seriously injured or missing limbs, and some lost control of themselves on the battlefield because the priests died in battle.
The servitors were still fighting, using a beast-like fighting style to fiercely block the greenskins in front of them.
"The situation is not good."
A slightly gloomy voice came, and Kalris knew it was Data Priest Moxan. He now only had 8 Castellan fighter soldiers left, and the others were turned into sparking wreckage on the battlefield.
"Andean Sage, do you have any new instructions?"
Kallis shook his head, the blue mechanical eye glowing with despair.
"Hold your position, that's the only order."
"Hold your ground..."
Moxan shook her head and said nothing more. Instead, she took out a memory chip from her sleeve, then summoned a servo skull, stuffed it into the slot at the mouth of the skull, and then let it fly away.
This is preserving their own data, which is equivalent to the behavior of human soldiers writing a suicide note. This is also the only behavior that these frontier priests can leave traces. Perhaps one day a certain ruling sage can learn from their combat experience.
What to learn.
Or maybe it just sinks and annihilates in the ocean of data...
Along with the fire, a volley of beams tore through the air, and special bullets fired from the galvanic rifle penetrated the bodies of the beasts in the front row, shattering their ribs and creating an electromagnetic explosion within their bodies.
This power, which was enough to kill a mortal in an instant, did not immediately kill the tough greenskins. After being hit, they began to stumble, and fell down in rows after a few seconds.
Then there was a rapid whistling sound, and then I saw the green skin from further away, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Although the greenskins had rushed to a distance that could pose a death threat, they had no chance to taste the blood of their enemies. All they could get was the answer from the Castellan Fighter Soldiers' bolt cannons.
Soon, the second round of volleys followed, and the overwhelming barrage covered the greenskin battle group. More beasts fell tragically to death. The entire front was filled with red blood mist, but the beasts were killed.
Driven by desire, one does not feel the fear of death.
There are always more greenskins rushing up on the corpses of their dead kind, roaring and shooting aimlessly.
No matter how inaccurate the marksmanship is, it is still a storm in such numbers. Skitarii are constantly being hit, their robes are torn, their carapace is shattered, and the remaining flesh is torn apart - although the green-skinned weapons are crude, but
The power should not be underestimated. Even a strengthened Skitarii will basically die if it is hit in the torso.
Death cannot shake the guards of Wanji Shen, but their numbers are becoming increasingly difficult to stop the green tide.
Amid hoarse prayers of destruction, Kalris sent out the final reserve team.
Pioneers in black armor strode out from both sides of the battle line. Their coats had various stripes, and their helmets were engraved with eye-catching markings, engraved with their squad rankings. Wherever they walked, everything was burning with energy.
The purifying fire of God is like the formless cloak given by the God of All Machines.
When they raised the laser rifles in their hands, even the air around them buzzed, and then the green skins rushing at the front burst or dissolved in the terrifying energy they emitted - laser rifles can shoot at extremely high speeds.
Rapidly launch ultra-high-speed projectiles with explosive radiation intensity. When these projectiles pass through the air, under the combined action of high-speed friction and explosive radiation, they create a lethal environment caused by large swaths of secondary ionizing radiation in the air. And if something happens
The density and rate of fire are sufficient, and can even cause terrible ionizing radiation storms in the local air. All of this allows their weapons to cause enough damage to almost any enemy, even if the enemy blocks the deadly radium storm.
They will also perish in the deadly environment created by the launch trajectories of these weapons.
In the face of high-intensity radiation, even the toughest fungi will wither. These are the most deadly radiation infantry. With painful blessings, they exchange the decay of their own bodies for the destruction of their enemies. But for them, the only option is
Having strength is enough.
Because they are the purifying hands of the God of All Machines and the embodiment of physical destruction.
As Kallis immersed himself in the Vanguard's sensor chain, his warning equipment flashed again.
In the black smoke that filled the sky, green-skinned vehicles that looked like they were twitching and whose shapes were simply an insult to machinery roared towards them from the right wing. Some of them had tracks, some had wheels, and some had both.
None of them are similar, but they are surprisingly similar - they are all loaded with howling greenskins and various randomly stuffed weapons.
Dirty vehicles are the collective name for a series of vehicles of the Adeptus Mechanicus corresponding to the Greenskins. It seems that in the Greenskin language (if they have one), dirty and stolen have the same meaning. In other words, these patchwork vehicles
The essence is stolen and assembled from various stolen materials.
Even when they are traveling at high speed, they give people the feeling that they will fall apart soon. In principle, they should not have combat effectiveness at all. However, like everything about green skins, they are beyond common sense and unpredictable.
Amid the wild howls of the greenskins, rows of red rockets roared out from the dirty carts, some of which even had screaming farts sitting on them, and then these rockets smashed around the Skitarii lines,
Due to accuracy reasons, most of them missed the target, but the explosion still knocked hundreds of soldiers away. Several of them luckily or unfortunately landed among the Skitarii troops, instantly tearing open several large defense lines.
Of course, some of them flew into the charging greenskin team, just as their weapons could easily hurt their own people.
In order to withstand these surging green vehicles, the remaining four Wild Ass Crawlers and Steel Walkers went to resist. They destroyed several dirty vehicles, but were quickly engulfed by the surging gunfire.
By this time, Carliss realized they were screwed.
However, the command of the ruling sage to stand firm has not changed...
"For your wrath I will kill or die for you."
The military priest used his last prayer as the final chapter of his journey to serve the God of All Machines, then raised the weapon in his hand and started shooting calmly, while the rumbling dirty cars were already close in front of him.
On the largest dirty car, stood a green-skinned leader. He was taller than the green-skinned boys around him. His powerful muscles were hidden under the dull and heavy metal armor. His exposed skin was covered with various scratches.
There were traces of injuries and burns, and the huge hands roughly shook the nearly one-meter-long saw blade in their hands.
He fired a shot, hitting the greenskin leader in the chest, but...
It's useless, there's no breakdown, it just burns the metal red.
WAAAAGH!!!!!!
The green-skinned leader roared, and his evil, dim eyes seemed to be staring closely at the priest who was shooting at him. The desire for violence and killing was almost taken out of his eyes, as if he couldn't wait to crush him with wheels.