The Terminator team slowly walked to a twisted corridor.
At this moment, the darkness beneath their feet was as still as water, and the sensors showed that there was no target within twenty meters.
Soshyan briefly doubted whether the rotten metal could withstand the weight of more than one Terminator. He waited until he stepped onto the other side of the room before waving for everyone to come forward.
Then the Terminators crossed the man-made canyon one after another.
At this time, groups of gene stealers also appeared again.
Soshyan walked down the stairs, and under the flames of the storm bolter, his huge silhouette came into view.
With each shot, clear shadows were cast across the debris-strewn floor, and other warriors added their own firepower, killing the five Genestealers that stormed into the room.
For a while, everything seemed noisy and chaotic, but with a burst of flames shot out by Harry's heavy fire breath, everything came to an abrupt end.
A weird scream announces the Genestealer's death.
In the sudden silence, there was only the low sound of flames, the crackle of cooling metal, and the sound of vaporized ultra-high-temperature blood escaping from the alien corpses.
There were no enemies in the next passage. Soshyan quickly advanced to the end of a T-intersection, while other team members filed into the room, crunching and crushing the charred corpses under their feet.
Now that he was closer to the signal of the reconnaissance robot, Soshyan could see that the robot was in the tunnel network less than ten meters ahead. The signal was still moving erratically, reflecting and echoing between the twisted cabin walls.
"Watch both sides."
There are many vents here, but the roads are narrow, so the team members can only spread out and find their way into the rat's nest of collapsed corridors, stairwells, houses and pipes.
The lamps on the armor were shining brightly, and they cast their keen eyes into the broken vents and under the collapsed workbench, searching for any trace of living creatures.
The Terminator team approached their target quickly and methodically, only to briefly interrupt the search when a Genestealer burst out of the shadows and unleashed a burst of fire.
"found it."
A warrior sent a message, and Soshyan watched for the recognition signal to the battle brothers.
The road was difficult, and he had to use his shoulders to squeeze through the twisted metal.
Finally, Soshyan found the team member in a domed hall in the middle of a radiation-contaminated corridor.
The combat robot is held in the palm of the opponent's hand.
Dietrian's reconnaissance robot is a spider-shaped machine about half a meter long, equipped with sensor probes and data antennas. A jointed mechanical arm stretches out from the middle of the shell, pitifully in the palm of the Terminator.
Swinging.
At the end of a curled cable, the gold-plated skull still swayed from side to side and continued to scan. The red eyes flashed on and off while data was being processed, and the tracks also turned back and forth in an attempt to regain freedom.
This kind of reconnaissance robot can adapt to various complex terrains and makes very little movement. The signals and radiation it generates are also very weak and difficult to detect.
They were able to grasp the structure of the hulk so quickly, and this reconnaissance robot was indispensable.
Although he doesn't like this Mechanicus heretic, Soshyan must admit that some of the other party's technologies may have reached the sage level - or even higher.
Standard tactical timing: 00.23.02
Mark heard the harsh noise of armor falling to the ground and floor tiles cracking.
The blood roared in his ears, and time seemed to slow down for him.
He turned hard to the left, facing the source of the sound, raised the storm bomb to shoulder height and adjusted it to single-shot mode.
The soldier holding the assault gun was kneeling on one knee, with a Genestealer lying on his back. The claws on his feet grasped the vents on the Terminator's armor. Two pairs of front paws held the helmet, trying to remove it.
Tear off the giant's head.
The crosshair in Mark's right eye danced around the Genestealer as the alien swayed back and forth.
He did not wait for the aiming aid to lock on, because he firmly believed that his eyes were more accurate than any measuring instrument.
After taking a deep breath, he pulled the trigger.
"If you shoot it, you will hit it. Bless it because it will bring you revenge."
Mark whispered as the rocket-propelled bomb flew out of the gun's muzzle with a roar. A moment later, it pierced the genestealer's left eye and detonated the warhead to shred the monster's head.
The soldier was saved, but another alien appeared at the hole that was smashed.
Mark fired again.
The bomb penetrated the monster's chest, erupting in a shower of chitin and ribs.
Afterwards, four more Genestealers sprang out of the gap, but were killed one by one by projectiles fired from the Mark weapons, each shot accompanied by precise prayers sung from the mouths of the Space Marines.
The soldiers armed with assault guns returned to Mark and turned to defend the entrance he had just passed through.
The number of Genestealers is increasing, and the team's defense line is constantly being oppressed and shrinking - in fact, they have been forced out of their previous position and can only build a new line of defense at the exit.
Just by looking outside, you can tell what kind of hard battle they went through.
Every soldier's armor bears the scars of battle - cracked armor plates, pitted plastic steel, and exposed inner cables and pipes.
Mark's helmet had a horrific gash spanning the entire mouth grille, and the right side of his body was covered in metal shards and recent weld marks.
Everyone was covered in alien pus, and some had blood stains from their own wounds.
The only thing worth celebrating is that there were no casualties.
But as time goes by, it becomes hard to tell.
Mark tried to change the magazine, but found that the joints of the armor's left hand were a little sluggish - apparently the brakes had been damaged when the genestealers tried to cut off his arm.
Among the team, only Hesendel, who was holding the melta, had no battle damage. Obviously, no gene stealer could escape his superb marksmanship and the powerful power of the melta at close range.
At this time, Soshyan sent Mark a message.
"Hold on for five more minutes."
Mark confirmed the information and said that he would definitely complete the task.
"The Chapter Master asks us to hold on for another five minutes."
He said to the team members:
"We won't let him down, right."
"certainly!"
Seeing that everyone's morale was high, Mark redeployed defenses, built temporary bunkers out of abandoned facilities, sealed the small vents with heat melt, and exchanged ammunition with each other.
About two minutes later, the roar of storm bombs and the deadly roar of assault cannons echoed among the twisted metal, announcing the alien's return.
More and more Genestealers emerge from their dormant nests deep within the hulk, and the sensors are crowded with target light spots.
Mark's team fought fiercely with the aliens at every meter distance, reaping bloody revenge with the weapons in their hands.
The power sword shines like a beacon in the dark man-made caves and narrow passages, and the flash of muzzle flash and red flame mark the path the angels pass through.