Another loud explosion came, and the technician Piccheno, who was cleaning up the pieces, knew that he should withdraw.
But not far away, his superior savant "electric stick" was confused about the attack on the factory, which made him a perfect target.
Piccheno looked at a blue ball of light hitting the savage's chest. His figure wearing exaggerated robotic arms fell to the ground, and a big hole appeared in his chest.
The building he is in has a steel bar connecting to the building next to it. He put away his technician's work bag, stretched out his arms to maintain balance, and quickly moved through the steel bar to the next building.
After arriving at the destination, he did not stop and jumped off the second floor and entered the ruins.
The technician walked quickly through the ruins of the original human dormitory. The scattered paper scattered all over the ground like fallen leaves in autumn. Not far away, shouts and roars of fighting came from him, and this did not bother him.
Although the attackers came so suddenly, it was all the kids' business, and all he needed to do was to run away quickly.
No one noticed his whereabouts, and Piccheno rushed to the place he thought was safe.
At some point, Piccheno suddenly felt something staring at him, and he turned around - the long corridor was empty, was it an illusion?
The technician decided to focus on the current escape plan first and keep moving forward.
Not far ahead, he found a stairwell where he could go downstairs, but the offensive of strange enemies was very fierce, and returning to the ground was not a wise choice for him...
It was this feeling again, a pair of terrifying eyes staring at him in the darkness.
He turned around again, faster than last time, or nothing.
But as the green skin's instinct had begun to remind him that the danger was approaching, and his heartbeat began to gradually accelerate, so he wiped off the sweat from his palms and squatted down to look around.
Or, nothing.
boom------!
Now everything disappeared and was stirred into a storm wrapped in flames.
The violent explosion overturned Picheno to dozens of meters away. When he got up again, the stench of gunpowder was emitted everywhere, mixed with the burning metal smell after the plasma discharge.
He crawled through the shadow of the damaged ceiling wreckage, even in the middle of the flames, and his work clothes were blown by the violent hot wind, close to his body.
In this process, he saw the distance, and saw rows of enemies walking through the flames, harvesting the survivors with his cruel and ruthless skill.
They remained silent from beginning to end, except for the creaking of iron boots on the bones and the wild roar of huge bomb guns, but because of the smoke, Piccheno could not see their form clearly, and only felt that they were a huge and cruel humanoid creature.
This monster did not scare him. Piccheno had seen many kinds of monsters, but it was enough to scare other green skins and fart spirits to go crazy.
The guys who can still run try to run to the edge of the factory, undoubtedly looking forward to the possibility of a glimmer of life after escaping.
They are attached to their instinctive actions, although this makes them more likely to be killed.
Piccheno looked at the boy, the technician, and the sperm were shot like a target, either slashed at close range, or crushed under the iron boots.
This is the largest arsenal in Hades's Nest, which supplies most of the shells from the siege troops ahead, but is now burned.
But it has nothing to do with him, a little technician.
Piccheno continued to escape, lowering his posture and pressing against the ruins.
The ruins were so hot that they could not touch, and the temperature made the soles of his feet burn very hot through his shoes. He did not really make a plan. He obviously didn't have much precious time to plan when the entire factory was about to be torn apart.
Of course, the idea of staying for a few more seconds is just instinctive and stupid.
He thought for only three seconds and walked south towards the street where the industrial silo was once located. It was made of plastic steel and was enough to withstand the tempering, so some parts could still stand.
Just as he hurriedly passed through the hollow wall area, he felt his heart roar in his chest, tight and violent.
He ignored the sound of footsteps by focusing on finding a way out.
Realizing that he might have been discovered, Piccheno made all the choices that Green Skin would make--rush out.
He spread his legs and started running hard, without looking back.
Maybe they didn't see him.
They didn't see him-
The mechanic continued to run, gasping in the thick smoke and dust air, and staggering into the ruins of the old factory warehouse.
Then he turned a corner with difficulty and slipped on the stone washed by the sewage from the broken pipes.
Before him, the long laneway stretched out, and abandoned empty transmission boxes were lined up.
At the distant end, he found an existence waiting for him.
Piccheno's vision was first stopped on a pair of big feet, tightly wrapped in smooth and huge silver-gray armor.
He could not imagine how such a heavy thing was worn on humans, but his years of experience struggling on the battlefield made him realize that this was part of the Power Armor.
Picheno actually witnessed the human monks Astartes—
When he followed the large army across the equatorial jungle and attacked the last stronghold of mankind, victory was so close to them at that moment.
Until several bright spots of light suddenly slipped through the sky.
Those huge landing pods pulled long tail flames and roared on the land of Amyddoton.
A landing bin landed on the ground a hundred meters away from Piccheno, pushing away all the obstacles that could block it, forming a black and charred ruin around it.
The gate of the landing warehouse suddenly fell, and ten spacemares dressed in silver-gray armor stepped out of the landing warehouse and quickly divided into two teams to start killing.
Piccheno witnessed their battle with fear. These Astarte monks completely ignored the shooting of the weapons in the hands of the boys. Those simple live-fire weapons could not leave even a scratch on their gorgeous armor.
Then the Emperor's Angels of Death used the bomb guns in their hands to accurately and efficiently kill one enemy after another.
Suddenly, one of their warriors suddenly turned to Piceno and marked his position, and before he could react, the Space Marine had already pointed the blaster at him at a non-human reaction speed.
For the first time in his career, Piccheno felt death so close, and was instantly scared to death.
However, the Space Marine did not pull the trigger because he was attracted by his boss. Piccheno quickly rode his motorcycle to escape. It is said that on that day, his boss was beaten into mud, and then he joined the Hades siege.
But he still remembered the fear at that time deeply.
Humans have some terrifying giants in armor, and these things cannot be provoked!