The alien creature covered in black armor was obviously on the verge of death. He was hit in the head by three bosun 7.62mm bullets from a distance of only ten yards, one of which went straight through it and emitted a scarlet light.
of one eye.
The alien creature was not wearing a helmet, and he paid the price.
In the bright sunshine of Baishel afternoon, the humanoid creature wearing black armor gradually turned into countless scarlet light spots, like countless red fireflies or sand blown away by the wind.
The breeze blew through the leaves and shrubs.
Rick and his Revolutionary Army soldiers have long been accustomed to this. Whenever they think they have killed these monsters, their bodies will turn into a ball of light dust. Scientists and scholars among the colonists
It is even suspected that these alien creatures are not carbon-based creatures, and their existence forms are likely to be far beyond the scope of human understanding.
"Watch your heads or feet, these Bashir bastards are everywhere..." At the moment when his adjutant was beheaded, Rick Kidd was already prepared to face death.
In front of Rick were more than a dozen Revolutionary soldiers who had been sliced open with sharp knives, and his adjutant Philip was also brutally slaughtered. The death of these soldiers made Rick unbearable to look at, their severed bodies lying in a mess on the grass.
Like a school of cod chopped up by a cutter.
Rick just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, concentrating on the front and having no time to care about how many people would be heartbroken by the death of these soldiers.
The Korhal people were once the most prosperous group among the colonies of the Tyranid Federation. Ever since they decided to resist the rule of the Federation, this nation has been associated with the word disaster.
"Captain Rhodes is dead..." When the Revolutionary Army soldiers in the rear began to move closer to Rick, a noisy report suddenly came from Rick's communication channel. At this time, Rick could only be thankful that the enemy was not there
To cut off human radio communications, or they think there is no need to do so.
"There are no survivors in the 1st Platoon and 2nd Platoon of the 3rd Company." Several Revolutionary Army soldiers stepped forward and checked whether there were any survivors under the cover of others.
"We found no more traces of the enemy."
"There is an Irish second lieutenant to take over his position." Rick said on the communication channel.
"The Irish second lieutenant is also dead." A relatively young and immature non-commissioned officer replied.
"Then you will command the first platoon." The system inside Commander Rick's power armor showed that he was a First Class Gunnery Sergeant of the Revolutionary Army.
Then, with the sudden cessation of gunfire, the jungle became quiet again. The sudden attack came to an abrupt end with the death of the assassin, and the confused and bloody jungle became completely silent again.
"Keep going." Rick ordered on his channel.
This calmness did not bring any psychological comfort to the soldiers of the Revolutionary Army, but instead aggravated their uneasiness. Even the calmest officers could not help but feel chills in their hearts.
Rick's troops spent more than forty minutes in the jungle and arrived at the location where the request for help signal was sent without any danger. However, several reconnaissance troops that broke away from the main force disappeared without exception, and there was only one person in the communication channel.
Wails and lamentations.
These Byshel alien creatures seem to be addicted to this hunting game against humans. They act alone or in small teams, bit by bit eating away at the human army from scratch.
At that time, there was still a gentle breeze in the jungle, but it was difficult to walk among the dense branches, leaves and vines. The soldiers sometimes had to climb over fallen trees and bushes as tall as one person, and their combat boots were stuck in the deep humus layer.
There were footprints covered with small red puddles.
By the time Rick found the missing Vulture Company soldier in a jungle clearing, it was already close to 4 p.m.
More than a hundred Vulture drivers wearing blue and white combat uniforms and mechanics wearing yellow-orange suspender overalls were sitting back-to-back among the broken ferns. The visual aids on Rick's helmet visor allowed him to clearly see
It was discovered that the eyes of these people were constantly overflowing with purple light, which was almost the same color as terrazine.
This strange scene may explain why these people obviously can't see any traces of being restrained on their bodies, and there are no signs of escape. Except for their eyes that are emitting purple light, neither their exposed faces nor their elbows are visible.
They were so skinny and covered with scars that it is difficult to imagine the inhuman torture they suffered after being captured.
To be more precise, the state of these people is very much like the drug addicts on the streets of the slums of Tarsonis.
"Don't get close to them." Rick said on the communication channel, holding up his boatswain's sniper rifle and slowly approaching the silent people.
Rick originally thought that these people had gone insane due to the torture, but what was even more incredible was that these people immediately cheered when they saw the approaching soldiers, and some even cried with joy.
"They're coming to save us!" When these people with purple eyes rushed toward him, even Rick felt terrified.
"Stop! Otherwise we will shoot."
"Who is your top officer? I think it's Lieutenant Werner of Pickett." Rick said through the power armor's loudspeaker.
The crowd rushing towards their compatriots could only stop helplessly when faced with the guns. A soldier wearing a mechanical sergeant uniform walked out of the crowd.
"Lieutenant Werner is dead. I am mechanical sergeant Sidman Hafen, a member of the Pan-Talan Party. My hometown is Ridenheim, and my father is El Hafen." This man has black hair.
The sergeant walked toward Rick unsteadily, but wisely kept a certain distance.
"Sir, I watched with my own eyes as his head was sliced open by a Tal'darin hunter, and then they took out the red and white brain tissue from the skull -" he continued.
"We encountered Tal'darin while patrolling Ruin No. 1. They had weapons we had never seen before... After a period of not-glorious battle, we were massacred, and finally Lieutenant Werner decided
Surrender to the enemy."
Rick's unwavering eyes flashed for a moment. He did not continue to talk to the sergeant. He just shouted on the command channel: "Everyone gather at me immediately, keep a close eye on your surroundings, and give your back to yourself."
Comrades."
After that, Rick looked at Sergeant Sidman: "What's wrong with your eyes? If you look at the people around you, you will know that that purple light is not normal."
"Also, you call those monsters Ta'darin?"
"Yes, they call themselves Tal'darin - we can't understand their speech, but Tal'darim occasionally speak English. No, it's more like they themselves transmit the words into our minds through telepathy.
Sometimes they also make sounds, but we don't know how they do it without a mouth." said the mechanical sergeant who was so thin that he was out of shape due to hunger or other torture.
"After we were captured, Tadarin took us to their temple and locked us in a stone cage. We only gave us the necessary water and some Beisher fruits to satisfy our hunger." Mechanical Sergeant Sidman said.
"In the following time, my superiors were taken away one by one. They were tortured, interrogated, and died...and I was just a mechanic. Tal'darin valued the strong, so for
Craftsmen and scholars look down upon it, and that’s why I’m still alive today.”
"Later, they forced us to take terazine, making us give up our dignity and fight with each other for the few food - all to satisfy the Ta'darin Lord's hobby." he said.
"Today, they brought us here and asked us to stay here and not move around - we thought this was a new killing game. They have always liked to deliver the captured humans to the forest farm through spaceships, and then Tadarin
The hunters will immediately start the hunting game."
"..." Rick digested the huge amount of information in these words, and his attitude towards Sidman became a little better: "Give them the emergency rations."
"Praise to the great Mother Beisher, we are finally saved." Sergeant Sidman smiled.
"The one who saved you is not Mother Beisher. The Revolutionary Army has never believed in any gods." Rick looked at him: "Mother Beisher, what is that?"
"Mother Beisher is the will of Beisher. She predicted your arrival...we all heard it." The sergeant did not feel that there was any problem with his knowledge at all.
"There is something wrong with you." He said: "You...you must be reviewed by the August National Security Council again. If you do not cooperate,."
At this time, various units of the Revolutionary Army scattered in the jungle began to move closer to Rick, and the sky gradually darkened. Baishel's rotation speed was faster than that of the earth, and several red clouds gradually accumulated on the horizon.
Baisheer is a pure virgin land. Its beauty lies in its purity and mysterious ruins among the green jungle. However, when humans know that it is filled with terrifying alien creatures, no one has the leisure to enjoy the sunset.
Beisher.
"They are coming." At this time, Sergeant Sidman suddenly said to Rick.
"The Tal'darim are coming, and they are in great numbers. This is what Baishel said to me."
"It's so fucking weird." Rick stared at Sidman's lavender eyes, wondering whether he should attribute this to some kind of superpower. In Rick's knowledge, only magicians or lunatics would open their mouths.
Keep your mouth shut about prophecies.
Almost at the same time, fierce gunshots were heard less than a quarter of a mile (about 400 meters) away from Rick, and hundreds of people were talking on the public communication channel.
When Rick raised his head, what he saw was a large number of black spaceships with sharp edges passing over the jungle. These strange black spaceships were a perfect combination of killing aesthetics and exquisite works of art. They were full of
Bloody thorns and blades.
These ships projected a death rain of scarlet plasma beams onto the ground, and the earth burned in these beams.
A majestic spaceship emerged from the clouds, and the sun was setting in the sky. The blood-like light made it even more bloody and dangerous.
Everyone is desperate. These Tal'darim definitely have the ability to destroy human colonies. The reason why they have waited until now may be purely because it is absolutely fun.
The giant will also find it interesting when he crushes the ants under his feet.
At this moment, a long fusiform Tal'darin spaceship passed over Rick's head, and a Tal'darin protoss wearing black armor and a crimson robe jumped from a few hundred feet high under the protection of a psychic shield.
fell from the sky and landed between Rick and Sergeant Shield.
As the Tal'darin protoss fell, scarlet spiritual energy burned around it like a fire, like a falling meteor.
"I am the upgraded Tal'darin, the captain of the Niang Expeditionary Force, and the lord of Baishel. We will never allow you to tarnish the Breath of the Creator and blaspheme the gods." As soon as this Tal'darin landed, the powerful spiritual energy
Push down the trees in the jungle and uproot the shrubs.
"We hunt strong men. Only true warriors are worthy of a fair duel with me. Others come here just to die."
Lord Tal'darin's voice was clearly conveyed to the minds of everyone present. His voice was like the sound of swords, making the minds of human soldiers buzz.
"Psychics?" Rick's ears were filled with reports from various Revolutionary Army units. A desperate fact soon came to his commander's power armor. Thousands of Tal'darin attack aircraft
is sweeping through the jungle.
"Or you can come together, primitive creatures with mouths." Lord Taldarin raised his proud head, and the tapered psychic amplifier on his back was like two parallel blades.
"This is the first time in hundreds of revolutions that I have seen an intelligent insect - I can barely play a small game with you, just in time to eliminate the weakest blood hunters under my command."
The will of this Tal'darin lord is directly projected into the minds of Rick and others through spiritual energy. Even if he doesn't speak English, humans can understand what he means.
Rick did not answer him, but just clenched the Gauss rifle in his hand: "Everyone in the first battalion stayed with me. The others thought of retreating in the direction they came from. As long as they walked out of the jungle and walked to the car parked outside, they would immediately
Drive back."
"Sergeant Sylde, take the other captured people and follow my men to retreat. Don't look back."
"Lord Tal'darin——" Rick looked at the Tal'darin Protoss opposite and said.
"Since you look down on the weak, let them leave."
"No matter how long they live, they are still just bugs. Slane's nymphs only live through spring and summer, and mayflies live and die." Lord Ta'darin mocked.
Rick gritted his teeth and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a roar from above his head. When he and the Tal'darin Protoss raised their heads at the same time, the sky was getting dark and they could both see several hammerhead-shaped battleships.
The bright light emitted by the cruiser when it descended from the atmosphere.