Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 249 Storm's Offensive and Defensive Battle (2) The Battle on the Track

The all-ceramic-steel one-piece landing torpedo struck silently from the pitch-black universe with enormous inertia;
The melta weapon in front has fully played the tactical purpose expected by the designer, burning the landing torpedo ahead of time and breaking through several decks of the space station.

The semi-molten metal rubbed against the cold hard ceramic steel to make a teeth-stinging scratching sound.

The shrill sirens resounded through the huge space in the dark red space station, and the orcs roared in the stale air with body odor, looking for all the humans who had landed.

"Shield Guard!"

The Astartes, who were dressed in iron cavalry terminators, shouted orders in a low voice, facing the brigade of orcs, they were the first to smash the heavy jump shield in their hands to the floor;

The first row of Astartes behind them moved in unison, bowing their heads and laying heavy shields;
While building a steel city wall centered on the former, it also opened up a landing space for the subsequent Astartes.

The orc's guns had already arrived in front of them. Among the bowl-thick bullets, there were even bullets from heavy weapons roaring.

The faces of the Astartes hidden behind the helmets did not change. Their left hands holding the shields were bent to the right. After the upper end of the shields fit the shoulders of the power armor, two protective positions from different equipment were simultaneously activated.

The servos of the left arm and waist and legs in the power armor instantly lock the electromagnetic muscles to resist the ensuing huge impact;
The right hand did not forget to stuff the muzzle of the flamethrower into the bracket of the shield.

The magnetic boots resisted the thrust brought by the storm-like intensive blows with all their strength, and the scintillating soles of the boots rubbed against the steel floor to make a piercing hiss.

"discipline!"

With the second shout, multiple conical jets of promethium fuel were shot out from the front of the shield wall that was folded into one.

The high-temperature and high-pressure bright jet spurts forward in an instant, and the orcs within 50 meters, no matter how big or small, are rushed by the destructive flame in the next second, turning into fly ash on the spot.

But this horrific scene could not stop the orcs, a race that lived by war, and the death of their compatriots in front failed to deter their minds.

On the bolted steel soles of their big green feet they stomped on the char and ashes of their compatriots, surging again from the reddened floor.

The two groups shot at each other in the narrow corridor, and collided violently after the final [-]-meter sprint.

The heavy blow was sensed from the shield in their hands, and the veterans wearing Terminator silently pulled out the mounted powered daggers from behind the shield.

With their feet on the magnetic boots, supported by the brothers behind them, they tried their best to maintain their standing posture, and then used the dagger in their hands along the gap in the shield, stabbing forward time and time again...

The hissing sound of the sharp sword piercing through the flesh seemed dull and dense in the steel corridor.

When the physical strength of this group of soldiers was about to be exhausted, the second row of soldiers behind them, who were already hungry and thirsty, stepped forward from the gap.

The tide pushed back by the Astartes began to move forward irresistibly;

The muzzle of the high-temperature flamethrower pressed against the foul-smelling body of the orc, and the trigger was slammed again...

In contrast, the Gray Knights on the other side of the battlefield were much calmer.

Groups of silver waves of spiritual energy flashed in the depths of the space station, raiding the empty fields of various key nodes.

Facing the angry eyes of the guarding orcs, these gray knights teleported across space emerged from the surge of psychic energy;
The next moment before the orcs had time to react, the huge power accumulated by the teleportation was guided by the leading gray knight and thrown towards their positions.

This is one of the general advanced psychic laws mastered by the high-level arbitrators, and it is also one of the traditional tactics that the Gray Knights have had in the era of the warband when conducting psionic raids against the enemy's controlled environment.

But this is just the beginning.

The biggest difference between the Gray Knights who have advanced to the Legion era and the previous ones is that since the return of the Primarch, they come from the same bloodline and have a psychic synchronization that is unimaginable to outsiders.

And directly affected by this synchronization, when the gray knights jointly cast large-scale psychic laws, the internal friction caused by the synchronization of fluctuations will be greatly reduced.

To what extent?

This should have been a heavy price, but in the hands of the sons of Calvin, it has been reduced to the point that even without Calvin himself as a mediator, the Gray Knights can cast three times the joint law in a short period of time!

On the iconic crusader helmets of the arbitrators, the silver light belonging to psionic energy has not yet receded from the eyepiece;
And in the next moment in their superhuman bullet time, the silver-gray armor of the entire team shone with light again!

The No. [-] caster of the team has already raised his weapon, and against the background of the silver light overflowing the eyepieces of a group of gray knights, he is beginning to dominate the next wave of large-scale psychic laws.

"Law - whipping!"

"Law—come!"

Different psychic powers are used in specific situations faced by different teams:
The crowds of orcs had just taken their positions with heavy firepower, and they were turned into coke by the huge psionic lightning from a distance;
The huge orc warlord was dressed in heavy steel armor and charged forward with the power claw in his hand;

But its gigantic laughing figure had just arrived in front of the gray knights, and after being blessed by the group buff, the arbitrator slashed the huge lightsaber several meters high in his hand at a speed that was completely unresponsive. .

Platinum's sword light was several meters long. After cutting off the 4-meter-high body of the orc warlord, it swept forward for more than ten meters before dissipating!
Against the background that the entire battlefield was wiped out in an instant, the arbitrator who was half kneeling on the ground due to exhaustion was lifted up by his brother behind him;
The gray knights of the brigade looked at each other as if nothing had happened, and continued to walk towards the depths of the space station at an unchanging pace after looking at each other...

The external resistance of the space station is still fierce, but under the strong attack of the Astartes, it has retreated steadily and lost control of the outer layer;
The Astartes who landed later did not waste these advantages. Under the precise interspersed and demolition strikes, flamethrowers and siren-type armor-piercing shells exerted efficient and terrifying lethality in this bloody street fighting environment. .

But the orcs, whose main force had not been damaged, were still struggling, and their brigades came continuously from the space station and the star fort next door.

On the transparent external passage, dense dark green figures can be seen moving.

Perhaps the orcs deployed here are their real core troops;
Since the start of the landing battle, the tactical information feedback of each team has clearly marked the obvious increase in the combat equipment and willpower of these orcs.

Fortunately, the gray knights who completed the teleportation strike had a clear goal, and they rushed towards the planned transportation hub as soon as the attack succeeded.

As for Calvin himself, he even led a full Terminator reloading force of 40 people to completely destroy the command hub of the space station.

At this time, he was standing next to the huge corpse of the orc warlord who was in charge here. He was wearing silver heavy armor and was pulling out the war hammer that had smashed into the enemy's chest with one hand.

The huge corpse under his feet could no longer see the position of the head. On the huge gap in the neck, now there is only a fuzzy mass of flesh and blood that is smoking...

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