Mahamadu knew what kind of world it was, and for him who was edified and immersed in the ways of war and killing, it was a dead world.
It is empty, barren, ugly.
Nothing should be left here, and anything that exists here is suffering.
But be patient.
At present, the empire is still fighting.
Attica's disc dome is divided into five areas in total, each area has a wall and belongs to a defensive tower, with guns and cannons installed on the spire platform at high altitude.
However, these tiny defensive weapons quickly turned into burning ruins under the bombing of Thunder Eagle and Chaos Fighter.
On the adjacent wall were some gunmen - they could not be called soldiers at all, but citizens who picked up weapons.
They were protected by heavy shields and were aiming at the target in the strong wind. The Terminators had already begun to attack the wall, strode out of the howling names of the dark gods, and looked at the bullet's strike.
Mahamadu walked to a corner of the wall, where there was a crack, and he saw soldiers running through the passage or squatting behind the bunker, like small particles of blood vessels.
Few Legions are better at discovering defensive weaknesses and how to exploit them than the Iron Warriors.
When the others came to attract fire according to tactical arrangements, Mahamadu walked to the wall, stretched out his handguard, and stuffed a hot melt bomb into a thin gap between the steel plates.
With a bang, the end guard wall collapsed and fell off instantly, revealing a hole with light.
The guards saw what Mahamadu was doing and rushed to stop him, but it was too late.
The Iron Warriors crossed the gap, like a nightmare, rushing out of the churning dust.
He pulled out his pistol and hit the target with each shot.
A man fell down when he was hit, rolling on the ground, spitting out his trachea.
He pushed unstoppably into the depths, cutting down those who were too close with a chainsaw sword and keeping his pistol shot.
On the other hand, his brothers continued to kill further away, using their power gloves to break the cover and tear the enemies apart.
Mahamadu didn't care that he was disconnected from the large army at all, and he didn't think there was anything that could threaten him.
"For the Emperor! Go to die heresy!!"
A man rushed towards Mahamadu with a bayonet rifle, screaming that the Emperor would protect this and that.
Mahamadu only glanced at him - about 35 years old, malnourished, and then shot him in the chest.
The man's abdomen exploded, twisted, and pinched his neck with his stiff fingers.
The Iron Warrior broke through the crumbling door at the end of the corridor and broke into an open inner courtyard, seeing the whole place in chaos.
There was a fire burning here, emitting an unnatural stench. The fire was out of control. The steel warriors rushed through the hasty fortifications, lifted up roadblocks, and cut down those who were still brave enough to resist.
The mortals are now rushing toward the north guard wall, and their comrades in the distance are covering them with laser fire.
They ran wildly, at least those who could still run.
"Run! Call! Pray to your pseudo-Emperor!"
Mahamadu, who was slaughtering, heard a hoarse sound.
He turned around and saw a large five-meter-high track device equipped with huge tires and thick windshields. The engine roared and the accelerator rushed towards him, only a few meters away from him.
The Iron Warrior raised his hand and fired at it, but it turned suddenly, making a sharp friction sound, and the bullets scratched the barriers on both sides.
The car was driving very unstable, too fast for its bulky size, and it was almost overturned.
Mahamadu laughed and continued to shoot.
The track car began to slip in the dust, and the man driving it was trying to turn the direction of the way to the opposite gate, which still maintained the structure, but was burning violently, and was obviously seriously injured.
Just when Mahamadu thought the other party was about to escape, the tracked car suddenly drifted in an incredible posture, ran over the corpses and ruins on the ground, and directly hit him sideways.
"Hmm———"
As powerful as Astart, he had to fly out under such great force.
Mahamadu felt a dizzy moment. When he took two seconds to wake up, he was buried in a pile of rubbish.
And the moment he raised his head, he saw a tall figure jumping from the track car - he even thought it was a space warrior at first.
"kill!!!"
After landing, the strong man's footsteps did not stop. The explosive gun in his arms roared and spit out bullets, knocking out balls of Mars on the armor of the Steel Warriors.
He was also very fast, and in the blink of an eye he rushed into Astart.
The Iron Warrior, who struggled to break free from the ruins, dropped his pistol and raised his chainsaw sword.
Both sides will soon be forced to fight in close combat. At this distance, just one sword is enough to end the strong man's life. However, if you want to kill him, Astart first needs to hit him.
When he saw the other party throwing several grenades at his feet, the Iron Warrior subconsciously retreated. He did not intend to die with a mortal, even if he was very likely to be injured.
But those grenades never exploded.
A scam.
Suddenly, several shells shot from above the track car hit the heretic Astart both knees, forcing him to bend down.
"Damn your mother!!!"
The strong man shouted loudly, collided with Astart head-on, and threw the other party to the ground in a ball of sparks.
Considering the weight of an Astarte wearing a power armor, many eyes were stunned by the scene.
The moment the opponent fell, the strong man used a bomb gun to hit the eight-pointed star on the chest of the Space Marine and opened fire violently at zero distance.
The Iron Warrior struggled to stretch out his fist, but unexpectedly broke the gap.
Then, a large amount of blood gushed out of the broken armor. The moment the bullet was finished, the man took out a wide-blade battle knife, aimed it at the gap between the falling Astart's neck, and mobilized all his strength to stab it hard.
The weapon cuts the power cable and bionic muscle fibers that splashed the sparks, sank into flesh and blood, cutting off bones.
Mahamadu never thought until his death that he would be killed by a mortal.
"Col. Stryker! We have to retreat quickly!"
Stryker, who had walked for a while at the Gate of Hell, spat at the corpse of the Chaos Space Marine on the ground, then rushed back to the track cart quickly.
The hedgehog was driving a tracked car, and there were more than a dozen Katachang soldiers in the car, but everyone was injured.
"I'm a big fuck! Boss, you're so fucking fucking. You killed a heretic Space Marine!!! Space Marine!!!"
The hedgehog's voice was trembling as he spoke, and he held the steering wheel tightly with both hands.
"I don't care what I killed now. I just want to know what's going on?"
Stryker shivered violently, feeling uncomfortable all over—it has been since they first saw the devils from the wall.
Three hours ago, the attack suddenly descended, and the huge fleet filled the small orbit of Pai Shangxing.
And they don't even know the enemy's true identity.