The leader showed an excited and cruel smile, his four giant claws slightly opened, and his compound eyes were filled with the joy of being about to wash away his shame.
It can't wait to tear this human into pieces.
Fu Haoran raised a hand, hooked his fingers, and said in a frivolous tone, "Come on, let's challenge each other."
The leader was not polite at all. All four legs exerted force at the same time, and his huge body rushed over like a cannonball.
The next second, Fu Haoran flashed sideways.
The black muzzle of Castigator was exposed behind him.
"Fire."
Boom--!
A rain of bullets like a metal storm swept sideways towards the leader. The roar of the twin-mounted Heavy Bolter made the entire passage tremble, and the bullet casings clanked on the ground, covering the floor in the blink of an eye.
Before the leader could react, he was hit head-on by the barrage.
The first wave of bombs ripped open its carapace, and green bodily fluids splashed out.
The second wave of bombs pinned it to the rock wall, causing its limbs to twitch.
The missile nests on both sides of the fuselage fired simultaneously, and four high-explosive bombs dragged tail flames into its chest.
Boom boom boom boom!
With four consecutive explosions, the leader's chest was directly blasted through, and minced internal organs were sprayed all over the wall.
The Melta Cannon in the abdomen was fully charged, and a dazzling Melta beam instantly penetrated its final struggle.
The whole process takes less than three seconds.
Before the leader could even make a dodge, his huge body was torn into pieces by the intensive firepower. Carapace, flesh, and bone fragments were splashed all over the wall, like an abstract painting nailed to the wall.
The mecha's firepower didn't stop.
It wasn't until the leader's remains were reduced to a puddle of flesh that Heavy Bolter slowly ceased firing, with the hot barrel still emitting green smoke.
Fu Haoran walked forward with the chain saw plate on his shoulder, swung the saw twice at the meat on the ground, and split the remaining half of the head into two halves.
Green brains splashed all over his trousers.
"Just to be on the safe side, make two cuts." He shook off the minced meat on the saw, his tone as calm as if he was talking about what to eat today.
There was deathly silence in the passage.
Dredd's eyes widened, looking at the meat on the floor, and then at Fu Haoran who had a calm face. His mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally said:
"You... you said you wanted to fight one on one! But you carried out a sneak attack?!"
"Yes, it's a duel." Fu Haoran turned around with an innocent look on his face, "It's a duel against a group of us, there's nothing wrong with it."
Dredd choked.
Tychus was laughing beside him so hard that he could hardly hold the power stick. He slapped Dredd's shoulder with his hand as big as a cattail leaf. "Scarface, don't worry about the details. The result is the most important thing. Look at this pile of meat, how peaceful it died."
Fu Haoran feels nothing at all.
Only fools risk their lives if it can be solved with firepower.
But it was great, and trouble came.
He glanced at Castigator and saw that the magazine indicator light on the fuselage was already bright red.
The explosive shells emptied three ammunition chains, the high-explosive missiles were all used up, and Melta Cannon's energy storage was less than 5%... The round of volleys just now basically wiped out all the mecha's wealth.
But Fu Haoran has no regrets.
In <Sword of Baal>, Blood Angels, who is very good at playing, suffered a lot at the hands of the leader Genestealers.
A Terminator veteran was killed by his opponent in a one-on-one duel.
The subsequent company commander, if he had not exploded Black Rage, would not have been able to win. After all, his heart would have been stabbed.
This shows the strength of the leader.
Fu Haoran dare not bet on the strength of the leader in front of him, so the most effective method is to strike with saturation and not give the opponent the slightest chance.
That's the current situation...
"Hey, we're all here, let's take a look step by step."
Fu Haoran kept going without looking back.
Tychus followed without hesitation, since the sky was falling, and this shady governor was holding him up.
Fu Haoran stepped over the remaining half of the leader's head, feeling completely calm and even wanting to laugh.
Times have changed, and a dead enemy is a good enemy.
The fishy smell deep in the passage is getting thicker and thicker, and the spiritual pressure of the sanctuary is coming in waves like a tide.
[System prompt: Lower Hive's last line of defense is about to be lost, please complete the killing mission quickly]
Fu Haoran paused in his steps and frowned instantly.
He raised his hand to signal the team to pause and clicked on the emergency communication channel of Wade.
Inside there was only the sound of sizzling electricity, the roar of dense bombs, and the heart-rending roar of Genestealers.
Hive City Lower Hive, Promethium Factory No. 1 line of defense.
This place was once a steel barrier built by Wade himself, but now it has become a hell on earth.
Looking around, the entire Lower Hive streets, lanes, and industrial area factory buildings were all filled with the black tide of Genestealers.
The boundless black tide came from all directions and crashed into the Aegis alloy defense line without fear of death.
The ones rushing to the front are Hybrid Acolytes. Most of them still retain their human outlines. Some of them were gang members on the periphery of Hive City, some were Lower Hive scavengers, and even middle- and lower-class Hive City civilians.
They were all quietly infected by Gene-seed and became cannon fodder for the sect.
They stepped on the corpses of their companions and rushed forward. Even if half of their bodies were shattered by explosive bombs, they still dragged their bleeding intestines forward until they died completely.
The open space in front of the defense line has been piled with flesh, blood and corpses into a three-meter-high corpse mountain.
But the black tide kept coming, hitting more and more people, and it seemed like they would never be able to finish them off.
Lucifer walked out of the pocket dimension and blended perfectly into the darkness. Necrons's unique green pupils swept across the chaotic battlefield below without any emotion.
In her immortal life of millions of years, she has seen too many scenes like this.
The roars, explosions, and deaths of flesh and blood creatures, as well as pioneer hounds like Tyranids like Genestealer, are always using inefficient waves of flesh and blood to eat away at the barriers of civilization.
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"Stupid carbon-based creatures."
The cold data stream flashed through her core processor without making any sound. Only she could sense this consciousness.
"To die for a vain belief, to betray one's own people in order to survive, is no different from what it was 600,000 years ago."
Her eyes swept over the infected civilians and then towards the Promethium storage tank deep in the factory. She instantly calculated the precise time when the defense line collapsed, which was seventeen minutes earlier than Wade had estimated.
"Fire! Beat me to death!"
Wade stood on the highest command tower in the factory, roaring and issuing orders.
His Power Armor was covered with scratches and scratches, the wound on his left shoulder was still bleeding, his face was bloodshot, and he no longer had the confidence he had before.
Twelve Wolf Spider sentry towers roared at the same time, and the double Heavy Bolter plowed bloody ditches in the black tide.
The Leman Russ Tank main gun behind the bunker roared, and high-explosive bombs exploded in the densest place of the insect tide, but it could only clear a vacuum of more than ten meters, which was filled by a new black tide in the next second.
But no one dared to open fire with full force.
Behind the defense line is the core energy source of the entire Hive City, the Promethium refining and chemical plant.
Dozens of giant Promethium storage tanks stand deep in the factory. Once they are hit by a stray bullet and cause an explosion, half of the Lower Hive will instantly turn into a sea of fire, and the entire Hive City's energy system will be completely paralyzed. By then, without Genestealers taking action, everyone will die.
Leman Russ's main gun didn't dare to fire continuously, Sentinel Walker's missile nest didn't dare to fire in volley, and even Heavy Bolter had to control the shooting angle. Everyone was tied up and could only defend passively.
What's even worse is penetration.
Genestealers is like a rat in the sewer, getting in everywhere.
Ventilation ducts, sewers, wall gaps, and even abandoned industrial pipelines, Genestealers can get in everywhere.
The explosions inside the defense line never stopped.
Ammunition depots were bombed, communication antennas were dismantled, and heavy fire positions were attacked by surprise. Soldiers guarding the position would often have their throats slashed by their "comrades" who had been fighting side by side for several hours.
It's Sanctus, and there's a deeply infected mole.
They blended in with the defenders and launched fatal blows at the most critical points, making the already stretched defense even worse.
"Colonel! The left wing has been breached again! They are charging over with explosives strapped to them!"
The soldiers' heart-rending roars came from the communicator.
Wade turned his head suddenly and saw dozens of infected fanatics in front of the left defense line, Promethium explosives strapped to their bodies, roaring and rushing into the gap in the defense line.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The series of explosions shook the entire command tower, and a huge gap was opened in the three-meter-thick alloy armor plate, and the black tide poured in instantly along the gap.
"Reserve team! Follow me! Block the gap!"
Wade picked up Chainsword and rushed down with the reserve team.
Chainsword was whirring and spinning. He slashed away the human bombs that came towards him with one sword, and hacked to death the two Purestrain Genestealer that got in with his backhand. However, the soldiers behind him still fell in pieces.
The gap opened wider and wider, and Genestealers poured in like a tide.
After twenty minutes of hard work and the death of nearly a hundred soldiers, the gap was finally closed again.
Wade was leaning against the armor plate, breathing heavily. Just as he was about to send a request for assistance to Fu Haoran, he saw in the distance in the direction of Upper Hive, a dozen private shuttles suddenly took off and flew towards the galaxy outside Hive City.
He is the nobleman of Hive City.
They took advantage of the chaos in the defense line and ran away with their family property and private soldiers.
What made him even more dizzy was that before taking off, three shuttles actually fired rockets at the defenders' evacuation channel, destroying half of the only Upper Hive evacuation channel.
"Grinna Family's bastard!" Wade punched the armor plate, breaking his finger bones and bleeding.
He finally understood why there were loopholes in the defense line and why Genestealers could always accurately find the weak points of defense.
Not only the remaining moles of the Grinna Family, but also the entire aristocracy of Hive City are taking advantage of the sect's rebellion to fish in troubled waters, even colluding with Genestealers to destroy the defenders' retreat.
The insider is stabbing in the back, Genestealers is attacking from the front, and the defense line is on the verge of collapse.
Wade returned to the command tower and looked at the casualty statistics and ammunition reports, his back covered with cold sweat.
The adjutant came over and said with a trembling voice, "Colonel, we can't hold it anymore. Pull back. If you don't pull back, we will all die here."
Wade was silent for a long time, and his fingertips were clenched until they turned white.
He looked towards the depths of Underhive, where Fu Haoran was still beheading Broodlord.
If he withdrew, Fu Haoran and his party would be attacked from both sides and completely trapped in Underhive.
"Defend again." Wade's voice was hoarse, but with unquestionable determination, "Put all the reserve teams on top, shrink the defense line, and defend the core area of the factory for up to four hours. If there is no news from the governor after four hours, we will blow up the core device of the factory and evacuate to Upper Hive."
He knew very well that this was the limit that the defense could hold.
-...
Deep in Underhive, Fu Haoran turned off the communication of Wade.
The roars and explosions of Wade in the channel are still echoing in the ears, like a piece of the Rock pressing on everyone's hearts.
"Speed up." Fu Haoran's voice was cold, "We must fight quickly. Only if Broodlord dies, the remaining Cultists will collapse."
Tychus grinned while holding Power Hammer, and took a deep breath at Cigar: "Don't worry, I promise it won't be as popular as today."
Dredd held Chainsword tightly and nodded. The previous hesitation on his face was gone, only determination remained.
The team started up again and headed towards the sanctuary deep in the darkness.
However, everyone knows that without supplies, the next step is destined to be a fierce battle.
Something was squirming in the shadows on both sides of the passage, and the sound of friction was moving along the rock wall, approaching little by little.