Woo-oo—!
Boom—!
Boom—! Boom—!
Woo-oo—!
Boom—!
Boom—! Boom—! Boom—!
Boom—!
In this abandoned, desolate town roughly eight or nine hundred kilometers from the base city, the sky was filled with the chilling shriek of heavy objects hurtling through the air, followed by the fierce bombardment and explosions of cannon fire, turbo-laser destructor cannons, heavy bolters, Hellstrike missiles, and ordinary aerial bombs.
That was right!
This was precisely where the guild players of the Second War Guild, Black Meow Knight, had come under attack and been forced to call the base for support!
And what left the players terrified yet helpless were naturally those two Imperium of Man Thunderhawk gunships screaming through the sky and continuously bombing the ground!
Since the players had no anti-air firepower, and their spike rounds were only eight millimeters in caliber, unless those two gunships stopped returning fire and hovered in the air for them to concentrate their shots on, the pitiful C-14 Rifles in the players' hands had no chance of shooting them down.
At this moment, the players below no longer dared to try firing into the air. Nor did they know how much ammunition those damned gunships had left. All they knew was that if not for the buildings in this ruined town providing places to hide and take cover, their several hundred people would probably have been bombed into total annihilation long ago!
Of course, they had not been wiped out yet, but after being forced to scatter and hide under the gunships' repeated bombardment, followed by a sweeping attack from those damned Astartes Space Marines and the Astra Militarum cannon fodder they had brought along, fewer than three hundred and twenty of their original five hundred Black Meow warriors remained.
And the most crucial point was this: it was their guild's