These Raptors could even use the strange senses bestowed by Chaos to gauge their own condition, repeatedly breaking the Hydra anti-aircraft vehicles' locks.
This was nothing more than another easy, one-sided slaughter. It was enough to make one drowsy.
One Raptor soaring through the air could already see the expeditionary soldiers' tiny, fragile bodies and smell the scent they gave off...
Why was there no fear? Mortals should instinctively fear Space Marines!
These mortals must be too slow-witted to realize that death had already descended from the sky!
The Raptor sneered and suddenly dived, his rocket engine roaring with a terrifying, earth-shaking sound.
Then he sensed two missiles racing toward him at unprecedented speed.
He hurriedly rolled aside, evading both missiles, only for them to arc in a wide circle through the sky and come at him again.
Missiles with such intelligent machine spirits? Since when did the Imperium possess equipment like this?
Though startled, the Raptor's movements did not falter in the slightest. He drew the plasma pistol and bolt pistol at his waist and opened fire on the incoming missiles. The missile struck by plasma exploded on the spot, while the one hit by bolt rounds held out for quite some time before finally exploding.
"They're really sturdy." The Raptor could not help but remark, then began mocking the mortals' crude use of such weapons. If powerful Space Marines had been using them, these two precious missiles would surely have achieved far greater results. He did not know how powerful they were, but judging by their appearance alone, they could not have been weak.
The next second, more missiles—ones the Raptor had assumed were in short supply—launched from the expeditionary force's crude positions. This time, a full twenty missiles raced toward him.
The missiles' shrieks drowned out the