Local bullets propelled by primitive gunpowder were fired at these Word Bearers through crudely made barrels.
And these space warriors with extremely rich war experience immediately put away the firearms in their hands. They laughed wildly and swung their chainswords to withstand the firepower that was not even scratching.
For them, this cannot be regarded as a real battle, it can only be regarded as an occasional entertainment banquet during the journey.
Therefore, the banquet must look like a banquet. The high killing efficiency of the bolt gun seems particularly inappropriate on this occasion. In contrast, the chain sword can bring enough blood to give the demigods who have traveled long distances enough pleasure.<
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They completely defeated the opposing front line with just one charge, if that chaotic position could be called a front line.
When a 2.3-meter giant wearing armor weighing nearly a ton launches a 100-meter charge towards you, the huge shock that comes with the heavy footsteps will shatter your courage earlier than the huge kinetic energy contained in it.<
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In ancient times, the effect of fully armored heavy cavalry charging against unarmed civilians was this. With such powerful kinetic energy, you don't even need to slash.
Just hold the flat end of the chain sword so that the blade is slightly backward, and the high-speed rotating blade can chop up any targets encountered along the way.
The Word Bearers enjoyed the killing in front of them, and they never tired of using various tricks to execute these wailing beings, hacking them to death, running them to death or even trampling them to death.
This is not only to please the XIE god they believe in, but also to please their own twisted souls.
The Xie Cult team of more than 200 people was quickly killed, leaving only 5 young and strong people, who were left behind by these Word Bearers either intentionally or unintentionally.
This is their dessert, they want to enjoy a little bit of hunting fun after the wanton killing.
The Word Bearers laughed and drove the five people away. The harsh noise made by the blades deliberately dragged on the ground made these people like frightened rabbits from a distance. Although they were exhausted, they had to continue.
Run away. And this is what they want.
They separated at the entrance of the ruins, and the team leader took the two brothers into the ruins to collect their target.
The remaining two people followed the five mortals about two kilometers behind, waiting for the return of the three people.
They used the extremely developed sense of hearing and smell given by the empire to ensure that they would not lose sight of their prey when killing civilians in the empire.
What a blasphemy!
When they followed these desperate believers to the entrance of the cave, one of the Word Bearers stopped.
"Marcus, do you smell it? The smell of blood, five of us. Our snacks were slaughtered." His head looked towards the other Word Bearer.
"Smell it, my Brother White. But I can't smell that guy. His moves are clean and alone."
Marcus stopped. He raised the bolter in his hand, habitually moved his legs forward and back, and stood sideways with his shoulder armor facing forward. This way, the hardest part of his body could withstand possible attacks in the cave.
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"Are we going to wait for Kyle and the others?" Marcus asked White.
"No, I think the two of us can handle it," White replied. What could be here? The hive has been abandoned for so long. Apart from mutated beasts, White can't think of anything else.
He walked in immediately and mocked Marcus:
"Let's go, my brother. Remember the old saying, doubt may keep us alive, but recklessness will bring us victory!"
Before he finished speaking, a black light and shadow slipped in front of White. The figure passing by at such a high speed that Marcus Superman's dynamic vision could not catch it. He could only take up the blaster and follow the trajectory of the figure and fire pre-aimed bursts.
While shouting at White:
"Be careful! Enemy attack! Front left!"
White was also alert. He realized that his position was too dangerous. The light coming from the hole made his dim vision ineffective. And the narrow field of vision made it impossible for his comrades behind him to provide effective support.
An instinctive reaction that took less than half a second allowed this thousand-year veteran to make the most correct choice.
He tried to roll backwards without any scruples, hoping to escape from this dangerous position under the protection of direct fire from his comrades. However, it was too late...
The incoming black shadow had reached his side without knowing when. Just when he squatted down, the opponent seemed to have premeditatedly fished the fully charged power claw on his right hand towards the height of his chest behind him. There.
, which is exactly the path that his head must pass when he rolls backwards.
Under Marcus's tearful gaze, the power claws silently cut open White's bright red Mark 4 helmet decorated with sheep's horns.
Also cut open was White's head with a bewildered expression because he had never seen an enemy until his death.
The giant who had lost his head was still slowly falling, and free blood was pumping out from the neck of the limp body like a spurt.
Only then did the assassin stand up from his squatting position. On his raised face, the white bone skeleton grinned at Marcus.
Then he jumped up to avoid the incoming bullets, and launched a brazen charge towards Marcus in the open space in mid-air.
During the jump, Assassin Calvin used his psychic energy to anchor upwards at a point in advance. Seemingly without any strength in the air, he stepped hard on this point with his heel and used the force to jump downwards.
This is a unique technique he came up with after referring to the precious Eldar Banshee battle videos provided by the Assassin's Court during his training.
He kept jumping left and right on the way forward, left and right, up and down. Several jumps that clearly violated the law of gravity caused the distance between the two people to be tens of meters in an instant.
In the meantime, Marcus the Word Bearer's auspicious device failed to lock onto him even once, and the beeping alarm reminded Marcus that the enemy was getting closer and closer.
The shots that should have been accurate could only fall behind by half a step every time. The futile shots hit Calvin's footprints, stirring up angry but incompetent dust.
The war between Superman and Superman is like this. The winner and loser will be decided in a few seconds before mortals have time to react.
When there are no comrades to provide sufficient frontal fire cover, the heavily armored unit is forced into a one-on-one battle. When faced with an assassination raid that abandons defense and chooses extreme speed and agility, even the noble Astartes, who are demigods,
, it is also difficult to escape the fate of falling.
After Calvin got close, Marcus only had time to block the first two slashes with the bolt gun in his hand, before Calvin leaned over behind him, then jumped up, his whole body tensed and exerted force, and with his left hand
The power claw swept out and was cut off along with the trophy suspension helmet.
This battle, which lasted less than 10 seconds from start to finish, ended with Calvin uninjured and both Word Bearers destroyed.
These two evil lives also ended their sinful lives on this unknown planet.