Mahamadou knew what kind of world this was. For him, who was immersed in the ways of war and killing, this was a dead world.
It is empty, barren and ugly.
Nothing should stay here, anything that exists here is suffering.
But be patient.
Currently, the empire is still fighting.
The disc dome of Attica is divided into five areas. Each area has walls and is equipped with defensive towers. Guns are installed on the high spire platforms.
However, these tiny defensive weapons were quickly turned into burning ruins under the bombardment of Thunderhawks and Chaos fighters.
There were some gunmen standing on the adjacent parapet - they couldn't be called soldiers at all, just citizens who had taken up arms.
They were protected by thick shields and struggled to aim at the target in the strong wind. The terminators had already begun to attack the protective wall, striding out of the howling names of the dark gods, ignoring the bullets.
Mahamadou walked to a corner of the parapet, where there was a crack, and he saw the outlines of soldiers running through the passage or crouching behind bunkers, like small particles scattered throughout the blood vessels.
Few Legions are better at identifying weaknesses in a defense and how to exploit them than the Iron Warriors.
When others came to attract fire according to tactical arrangements, Mahamadou walked to the wall, stretched out his gauntlet, and stuffed a melta bomb into a small gap between the steel plates.
With a bang, the end wall instantly collapsed and fell off, exposing a hollow with light.
The guards saw what Mahamadou was doing and rushed to stop him, but it was too late.
The Iron Warriors crossed the gap, like a nightmare emerging from the churning dust.
He drew his pistol and hit the target with every shot.
One man fell down after being hit, rolling on the ground and spitting out his windpipe.
He pushed inexorably deeper, cutting down those who got too close with his chainsword and keeping his pistol fired.
His brothers, on the other hand, continued the killing from further away, using their power gloves to break cover and tear apart their enemies.
Mahamadou didn't care at all that he was out of touch with the main force. He didn't think anything could threaten him.
"For the Emperor! Die for heretics!!"
A man rushed towards Mahamadou with a bayoneted rifle, screaming that the Emperor would protect this and that.
Mahamadou took one glance at the man - about 35 years old, malnourished - and shot him in the chest.
The man's abdomen exploded, he was twisting and pinching his neck with stiff fingers.
The Iron Warrior broke through the rickety door at the end of the corridor, broke into an open inner courtyard, and saw that the whole place was in chaos.
Fires burned here, exuding an unnatural stench, and out of control as the Iron Warriors single-handedly rampaged through hastily constructed fortifications, tearing down barricades and cutting down those who still dared to resist.
The mortals are now hurriedly retreating towards the northern wall, and their comrades in the distance are covering them with laser fire.
They ran like crazy, at least those who could still run.
"Run! Scream! Pray to your false emperor!"
Mahamadou, who was in the midst of the massacre, heard a loud, hoarse noise.
He turned around and saw a five-meter-tall large crawler device with huge tires and a thick windshield. The engine roared and he stepped on the accelerator and rushed toward him, only a few meters away from him.
The Iron Warrior raised his hand to shoot at it. As a result, it suddenly turned and made a sharp friction sound. The bullets scratched the barriers on both sides.
The car drove very erratically, going too fast for its bulky size and almost flipping over.
Mahamadou laughed and continued shooting.
The tracked vehicle began to skid in the dust, and the person driving it was trying to turn its direction to the opposite gate. It still maintained its structure, but was burning violently, and it was obvious that it had suffered serious damage.
Just when Mahamadou thought that the other party was about to escape, the tracked vehicle suddenly drifted in an incredible manner, ran over the corpses and ruins on the ground, and hit him directly with the side.
"Well----"
As powerful as an Astartes, he had no choice but to fly out under such huge force.
Mahamadou felt like the world was spinning. When it took him two seconds to wake up, he was buried in a pile of rubble.
The moment he raised his head, he saw a tall figure jumping out of the tracked vehicle - he even thought it was a space warrior at first.
"kill!!!"
After landing, the strong man's footsteps did not stop. The bolter held in his arms roared and spit out bullets, knocking out balls of sparks on the Iron Warrior's armor.
He was also very fast and rushed in front of Astartes in the blink of an eye.
The Iron Warriors struggled to free themselves from the rubble, throwing down their pistols and raising their chainswords.
The two sides will soon be forced into a close combat. At this distance, only one sword is enough to kill the strong man. However, in order to kill him, the Astartes first need to hit him.
When he saw the opponent throwing several grenades at his feet, the Iron Warrior subconsciously retreated. He did not intend to die with a mortal, even if there was a high probability that he would only be injured.
But those grenades never exploded.
A scam.
Suddenly, several shells fired from above the tracked vehicle hit the Heretic Astartes' knees, forcing him to bend down.
“Gan your mother!!!”
The strong man shouted loudly, bumped into the Astartes head-on, and threw the opponent to the ground in a cloud of sparks.
Considering the weight of an Astartes wearing power armor, many eyes were stunned by this scene.
The moment the opponent fell, the strong man pressed his bolter against the eight-pointed star on the Space Marine's chest and fired violently at zero range.
The Iron Warrior struggled and stretched out his fist, but unexpectedly hit something in the air.
Then, a large amount of blood spurted out from the broken armor. The moment the bullets were fired, the man took out a wide-edged sword, pointed it at the gap in the neck of the fallen Astartes, and used all his strength to stab it.