Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 23 Transformation and Reception (4)

The fight was one-sided from the start.

Local bullets propelled by primitive gunpowder were fired at the Word Bearers through shoddy barrels.

And these interstellar warriors with incomparably rich war experience put away their guns in the first place.Laughing maniacally, he swung his chainsaw sword and rushed forward against the firepower that didn't even count as tickling.

For them, this cannot be regarded as a real battle, it can only be regarded as an occasional entertainment banquet during the journey.

Therefore, the banquet should look like a banquet. The high killing efficiency of the bolt gun is particularly inappropriate on this occasion. Compared with it, the chainsaw sword can bring enough blood to make the demigods who travel long distances get enough pleasure.

They completely smashed the opposing line with a single charge, if that chaotic position can be called a front.

When a 2.3-meter-high giant wearing nearly a ton of armor launches a [-]-meter charge towards you, the huge shock that comes with the heavy footsteps will shatter your courage one step earlier than the huge kinetic energy contained in it.

In ancient times, the effect of full-armored heavy cavalry charging against unarmed civilians was just like this.With such powerful kinetic energy, you don't even need to slash.

You only need to turn the flat end of the chainsaw sword slightly backward, and the high-speed rotating blade can chop up all the targets encountered along the way while dragging.

The Word Bearers enjoyed the slaughter in front of them to the fullest, and they never tired of using various tricks to execute these howling beings, hacking, ramming or even trampling to death.

This is not only to please the Xie God they believe in, but also to please their own twisted souls.

The Xie Sect team of more than 200 people was quickly killed, leaving only 5 young and strong people, who were left behind by these Word Bearers either intentionally or unintentionally.

It's their dessert, and they want to enjoy a little bit of the hunt after their killing spree.

The Word Bearers laughed and drove the five people to a distance. The ear-piercing noise from the deliberately dragged blades on the ground could make these people look like frightened rabbits in the distance. Although they were exhausted, they had to continue flee.And that's what they want.

They separated at the gate of the ruins, and the team leader led the two brothers into the ruins to collect their targets.

The remaining two followed the five mortals at a leisurely pace about two kilometers behind, waiting for the return of the three by the way.

They use the extremely developed sense of hearing and smell bestowed by these empires to ensure that they will not lose these prey in the killing of imperial civilians.

What blasphemy!
As they followed the desperate cultists all the way to the mouth of the cave, one of the Word Bearers stopped.

"Marcus, do you smell it? Bloody smell, five. Our little snack was butchered." His head looked toward the other Word Bearer.

"Smell it, my Brother White. But I can't smell that guy. He's got clean moves and one man."

Marcus stopped. He raised the bolt gun in his hand, and habitually stood sideways with his legs forward and backward, with the shoulder armor facing forward.So that the hardest part of the body can withstand possible attacks in the hole.

"Want to wait for Kyle and the others?" Marcus asked White.

"No, I think the two of us can handle it," White replied.What can be here?Apart from mutated beasts, White couldn't think of anything else in the hive city that had been abandoned for so long.

He walked in first, and mocked Marcus by the way:

"Come on, my brother. Remember the old saying, doubting keeps us alive, but recklessness brings us victory!"

Before the words were finished, a black light and shadow slid past White's front, and the figure passing through at high speed made Marcus Superman's dynamic vision unable to capture it.He could only hold up the bolt gun to follow the trajectory of this figure and shoot in advance, while yelling at White:
"Be careful! Enemy attack! Front left!"

White also came to his senses. He realized that his position was too dangerous, and the light from the hole prevented his low-light vision from taking effect.And the narrow field of vision makes it impossible for the comrades behind to provide effective support for themselves.

The instinctive reaction in less than half a second made the veteran of ten thousand years make the most correct choice.

He had no qualms about dignifiedly trying to roll backwards, hoping to get out of this dangerous position under the protection of direct fire from his comrades.However, it was too late...

The incoming black shadow had reached his side at some point.Just when he squatted down, the other party seemed to have premeditatedly fished the charged power claw on his right hand to the height of his chest behind him.There, it happened to be the route that his head must pass when he rolled backwards.

Under Marcus's eye-opening eyes, the Power Claw silently cut White's bright red Mark IV helmet decorated with horns.

Also cut open was White's head with a bewildered expression because he had never seen the enemy until his death.

The giant that had lost its head was still slowly falling down, blood pumped from the neck of the limp body like a blowout.

Only then did the assassin stand up from his half-squat position.On his raised face, the white bony skeleton grinned at Marcus.

Immediately, he jumped up to avoid the incoming bullets, and charged towards Marcus in the open space in mid-air.

Assassin Calvin used his psychic energy to anchor upwards to a point in advance during his jump, and he stomped on this point with his heels in a place that seemed to have no strength in the air, and then used his strength to jump down.

This is a unique technique inspired by him after referring to the precious video of the Eldar Banshee's battle provided by the Assassin Court during his training.

He kept jumping left and right on the way forward, now left and right, now up and down, and several times of jumps that clearly violated the law of gravity made the distance between the two tens of meters instantaneous.

Meanwhile, the Word Bearer Marcus' auspicious instrument failed to lock on to him even once, and the beeping alarm indicated that Marcus' enemy was getting closer and closer.

The shots that should have been precise could only be half a step behind each time, and the futile shots hit Calvin's footprints, stirring up pieces of angry but incompetent dust.

Such is the war between Superman and Superman, the outcome is decided in seconds before mortals have time to react.

When there is no comrade-in-arms to provide enough frontal fire cover, a heavy armored unit that is forced to fight one-on-one, in the face of an assassination raid with extreme speed and agility that abandons defense, even an Astartes who is a demigod , also cannot escape the fate of falling.

Marcus only had time to block the first two slashes with the bolt gun in his hand when Calvin got close, and Calvin leaned over and pierced behind him, and then jumped up, his whole body tensed up, his left hand The power claws swept out, cutting off along with the trophy suspension helmet.

The battle, which lasted less than 10 seconds from start to stop, came to an end, with Calvin unscathed and the two Word Bearers annihilated as the final outcome.

These two evil beings also ended their sinful lives on this unknown planet.

(End of this chapter)