2771: ˋ(′~‵")ˊThis generation's clueless lawbreakers are such a handful
Inside the long, narrow corridor, which was easy to defend but difficult to attack, emergency light strips lay scattered across the floor. Some had been tossed aside, some had been stuck into the bodies of fallen Daemons, and others had been embedded in the corridor walls, cracked by the fighting. A few occasionally slipped loose and were crushed beneath newly fallen Daemons, leaving only distinct beams of light visible.
However, even with the emergency lights on, the Daemons' roars and the terrifying shock waves of sound—almost visible to the naked eye—made the lights tremble. The corridor flickered in and out of clarity, as though space and light themselves might shatter at any moment.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Rat-a-tat!
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
At that moment, at the entrance to the narrow corridor, the colonel was still leading dozens of Marines in a fierce battle against the Daemons along the several defensive lines they had established inside and outside the entrance.
"Kill!"
"Hold the line, brothers!"
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
Rat-a-tat!
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!
Facing the seemingly endless horde of Daemons surging forward one after another, he roared orders and rallied the troops, while personally wielding a battle-axe in one hand and fiercely squeezing the trigger of his spike rifle with the other. Resolute and unflinching, he charged to the front, continuously pouring solid-fuel eight-millimeter U-238 thermal spike rounds into the Daemons flooding the corridor. Some were blown to pieces on the spot, while others were set ablaze and shrieked in agony.
"!!"
"Hold on a little longer!"
"Drive them out!"
"Kill them all!!!!"
Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!
Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!
Even though the barrel of his spike rifle had turned red-hot and was smoking, he still had no intention of stopping—and he didn't dare stop.
The grotesquely twisted, ugly Warp Daemons were surging inside like