"Monster Blood, That's Good Stuff"

But now, that wasn't something a single soldier should be thinking about. Looking at the coordinate points on the map that formed a bombing path.

After letting out a long breath, the pilots began operating the control panel, which was densely packed with buttons and switches.

In just a few minutes, they had arrived at the first starting area of the bombing route.

"Reached the starting point of the bombing route, bomb bay doors opened, commencing descent."

The pilots began reporting data to the personnel on the other end of the communicator.

The massive stratospheric B-52 bomber fortress began to slowly break through the clouds and descend. The deafening roar of the aircraft engines slowly traveled from the sky to the ground.

And with the arrival of these bombers, the various satellites that had been focused on the entire Edo sky were also redirected, most of them now focusing on this vicinity.

Then, all countries possessing satellites were shocked, because the monsters produced by the biotechnology researched by Little Japan were directly exposed to all military satellite broadcasts.

Upon seeing this scene, the Prime Minister of Little Japan seemed to lose all his strength, slumping onto the steps listlessly.

He never imagined things would turn out this way, everything so coincidental.

Especially when, a few minutes later, the Ironclad, which had caused all of this, cleared their meticulously cultivated biological weapons like cutting through vegetables and melon, as if a tiger descending a mountain, it caused the Prime Minister to roll his eyes and faint.

The Blood Angels, who were in hiding, instantly forgot about concealing themselves and all looked up behind them.

However, due to their current hiding positions, most of their field of vision was completely blocked by mountains and forests.

As the B-52's bomb bay slowly opened, the bomb drop indicator light instantly turned from yellow to green. The next second, the bombardier observing the indicator immediately pressed the switch.

A series of huge aerial bombs began to rotate sideways, one after another, detaching from their racks and plunging towards the lush forest below.

The screaming sound of the bombs falling at high speed made Quan Tiehua, who couldn't see the situation clearly, change his expression.

"Not good, they're going to start bombing this mountain area!" he exclaimed, abandoning his concealment and abruptly standing up, drawing the attention of the monsters below who were still staring at the sky.

"Run! Get into that experimental base!" he said, brandishing his Power Sword and leaping down the hillside, charging towards the monsters in the valley that had discovered the Blood Angels.

They roared and charged up the hillside.

Quan Tiehua didn't hold back; he was the first Astartes to directly engage these monsters. With a fierce swing of his Power Sword, several monsters were cut into differently shaped pieces of meat. The metal casings covering their limb joints and the tops of their heads were also exposed. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be brain-shaped organs with the blue blood color of monsters.

And as they rolled out and were exposed to the air, they even emitted dull thumping sounds similar to a heart.

"Truly xenos technology!" Quilstein said, shaking his head with disgust as he caught up and looked at the crude yet ingenious biotechnology in the mangled corpses.

He had initially thought that these monsters, being tall and covered in protective armor made of the same alloy as the Jaeger's, would be able to put up a fight against the Astartes, even if they weren't as strong. But who would have thought they would be so pathetic?

Wielding melee weapons, they could be dealt with in just a few swings.

These monsters were like zombies; they wouldn't die immediately even if parts of their bodies were blown off, and they would still attack. Even if their main brain was blown off, they wouldn't die. This was because the four secondary brains at their limb joints would immediately take over command and direct the limbs to attack the Astartes.

However, for the Blood Angels at this moment, it no longer mattered. As long as they could chop these monsters into harmless pieces, it didn't matter if they were still alive.

Quan Tiehua was the first to reach the base's entrance. He drew the plasma pistol from his waist, which had already been fully charged, and fired a loyal plasma shot into the dark tunnel filled with the monsters' roars.

The dark tunnel had no lights, so human eyes naturally couldn't see the terrifying monsters within.

But the Astartes could see them clearly, yet they showed no fear. Quan Tiehua and several veteran fighters formed a line at the forefront, like a shield wall equipped with a bulldozer.

They advanced steadily, swinging their swords and smashing their fists.

The roars and screams of the monsters, along with splashes of glowing blue blood, filled the air.

Occasionally, a plasma attack would erupt in the midst of the monster horde, dispelling the darkness of the entire passage.

For ordinary people, or even Imperial citizens, a single punch or a wave of their hand would suffice.

But for the Astartes, it just meant a few more swings of their fists, a little more effort.

These monsters were even less formidable than the Genestealers in the lower levels of the hive cities.

"Brother, the blood contained within these xenos biological weapons has been detected to be highly corrosive. It won't cause significant damage to our Plasteel armor, but if the quantity of these liquids becomes too large, it could cause structural damage to the base we are currently in," an Apothecary quickly analyzed the composition and effects of the biological blood samples.

"Furthermore, it seems to contain some energy, but further analysis with professional instruments and proper ratios with other materials will be needed to determine the potential energy it can unleash! If possible, perhaps we can synthesize it ourselves after returning to the Imperium!"

Quilstein stomped on a monster's head and then leaned in, asking, "Highly corrosive? That's good stuff!"

Saying that, he ignored the roaring monsters lunging at him and scooped up some blue blood from the wounded corpses on the ground, looking at the blood glowing in the darkness.

"If this stuff were made into a biochemical grenade..." He then turned to the Apothecary who was still analyzing the samples, "Or added to a flamethrower..."

The Apothecary felt his gaze, looked up, and immediately understood something. He said sternly, "Brother Quilstein, please do not independently verify those strange ideas in your mind when the situation and all data are unclear."

Quilstein nodded silently, but beneath his helmet, his expression was unreadable.