Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 521: Chaos, but no challenge
A tide of corpses surged out, and Sura stood in front of them, unable to retreat.

Without enough time to think about the problem with the auspicious instrument, he subconsciously entered a fighting posture, stepped sideways with his burly body, and then tightened the muscles in his waist and abdomen to transmit power from his legs to his arms.

The 1.3-meter-long power sword didn't have time to recharge. With the simultaneous blessing of the body and electromagnetic muscles, it swept towards the crowd in front of it with pure brute force!
Huh...chi!

The sound of shattering vertebrae and the sound of cutting muscles and fat were heard together, as nearly twenty bodies were cut in half by this sword.

Pieces of corpses lost their support and fell radially in front of him, while dirty blood flowed out from the broken limbs like black paint, and then splashed everywhere...

However, the latecomers are still moving forward. The wave of zombies infected by the plague can no longer be called human beings, and there is no fear at all;

The staggering figure was swaying forward, filling the gap that had just been cleared in front of Astartes, and in the shadows of the corridor behind the corpse wave, there were more footsteps.

That is a heavier step, and it also means a more dangerous enemy.

Sura was assessing the battlefield amid the lightning and flint. At the same time, his comrades at the high point behind him also reminded through the communicator:

In the mid-to-high-rise corridors of the building complex in front of him, there were enemies with weapons moving at high speed, occupying positions for crossfire.

And when he looked across the tide of corpses towards the frontal position, he saw a group of "strong men" almost as tall as him, either holding heavy shields with iron light, or wearing heavy armor full of barbs. Slowly walking out of the darkness in groups!
"Defense Corps?" Sura said subconsciously. This is the only reason that can explain the origin of the lineup in front of him.

Individual gunmen and Ogryns were not uncommon, but the gunmen above them and the subspecies giants in front of them all joined the battlefield in complete combat formations.

They may be highly disciplined, with lean and lean bodies covered in earthy gray camouflage uniforms, occupying more shooting angles at the fastest speed in silence;
Or the division of labor is complete, from shield-wielding guards to giant-hammer attackers, and even firemen holding twin heavy machine guns to provide tactical backup;
This is beyond the capabilities of the Hive City Gang and is an armed force with the characteristics of a paramilitary organization.

This can only be the local defense regiment, or the Astra Militarum coming to support nearby.

The former serves as the private force of the sector governor and is directly supported by the local finance of the sector;

The latter even has the establishment of the Imperial Military Affairs Department, and everything from equipment to supplies comes from all the major forging worlds.

Only they can maintain the long-term existence of this combat organization.

And the hive gang?I'm sorry, but I'm afraid even if I emptied their wealth, it wouldn't be enough for these professional soldiers to spend a week...

Why did they rebel?Does their rebellion mean that the local Moff has been killed?
What about the Inquisition?What about the Ministry of War and the Imperial Navy?what are they doing?
A series of questions appeared in Sula's mind, but he didn't have time to sort them out.

But the fact at the moment is that this group of people has now rebelled and is actually standing on the opposite side of the empire...

Bah!
A gunshot from the flank made Sula instinctively tilt her head and raise her shoulders.

The red shaped laser missed its target in milliseconds, deviating from the weak area of ​​the neck armor.

The high-energy rays could only scream sadly, and then were refracted out of sight by the thick ceramic shoulder armor.

Lucius laser gun?That's the Astra Militarum!

The tactical positioning of this thing in the imperial army is a precision rifle second only to a real sniper rifle.

With 2.5 seconds of extreme charging, it can even penetrate the weak points of Mark III power armor!
But this thing eats batteries!And it’s a high-energy battery!

The National Defense Forces don’t have, let alone can’t afford, such a rare commodity!
After confirming the enemy's origin from the equipment, Sulla began to re-evaluate the opponent's combat potential.

The enemy has the strength and quality to shoot in clusters, and with their mobilization capabilities, if the battle here cannot be resolved quickly, what awaits him may be the intervention of company-level or above units on the battlefield!
That would be difficult!
Once you are bitten by these hyenas, you will never be able to get out of the battle without paying a price!

Sura frowned slightly, but she was not worried about her situation.

Regardless of himself or others, the first thing he worried about was the group of battle nuns!

The situation here is worse than he expected. If his opponent is the Astra Militarum, then the Battle Sisters will also face a group of well-armed professional soldiers!

And this planet is located adjacent to the Gothic Sector, with several forging worlds nearby. Judging from the average equipment of the Astra Militarum here, they most likely have armored forces!
By the Emperor's blessing, it's best they haven't found that sanctuary yet!

Sulla didn't even need to imagine, as long as he thought about it from his perspective, it would be no problem for him to lead an army to infiltrate, destroy, or even attack fortresses.

But in front of an Astral Legion with Leman Russ tanks, give up your own advantages in mobile warfare and wait for reinforcements in the stupidest way?He swore that he would directly kill the idiot who gave the order...

Tear!Once again, pieces of corpses were separated.

Sula felt the feedback of the blade breaking through flesh and blood, and shook the dirty blood on the sword with some distress.

The energy battery cannot be omitted, otherwise the strength of the sword body will be greatly reduced.

So when the tide of corpses swarmed in front of him again, Sura's fingers holding the sword secretly pressed down on the back of the sword.The heart-wrenching sound of chopping bones and flesh appeared again, and this time with the blessing of the decomposition stance, the corpse tide of hundreds of people was washed away in a matter of breaths!
The strikes of the finely crafted power sword continued, and short and precise gunshots also sounded from behind him.

The gunmen on the upper floors of the building may have had their heads shattered by bolter shells flying from a distance just as they poked their heads out;

Or before they could react, they were locked by the Astartes through thermal imaging through the bunker, and then died from a precise shot that passed through the wall.

The sub-species giant stumbling behind the corpse tide was once again involved in the icy storm rolled up by the power sword the moment the corpse tide was cleared.

hum!
Sulla, who planned to fight quickly, no longer dodges, but chooses a head-on attack.

The thick iron shield was torn apart like paper by the sword edge in front of the decomposition force field, while the powerful and heavy chisel attack could not catch up with his figure at all, and could only fight with the air.

It is also black armor, but the Astartes are far more slender and agile than the giant species.

This is not a simple collision of strength, but the suppression of martial arts and tactics;

This was not a close battle, but a killing machine fully armed and trained in the art of war for a hundred years, judging and killing them in the name of the Emperor.

This group of behemoths, already invincible in the eyes of mortals, were as slow as a rusty doll in front of Sulla.

But in front of that long sword that cuts through metal like paper, they can only face death in a slow and futile struggle.

call……

Sula adjusted her breathing and put her long sword on the ground with both hands.

A faint scratch appeared on the shoulder armor, and this was the only damage he suffered in the battle just now.

The giants in front of them have all been beheaded, and there are no enemies around them.

The bodies of the fallen giants had not yet cooled down, and the molten red light on the cuts in their inferior armor had just dimmed.

Sula glanced at the sword subconsciously. The green mark on the energy indicator showed that in the dozens of slashes, one-fifth of the battery supporting the decomposition stance had been consumed.

This is an Astartes-level weapon, far more powerful than the "toy" of the Ministry of Military Affairs that can only cut three times.

And this power is not only reflected in combat. When he smoothly put it back into his waist and started charging the magnetic device close to the sword, the Mark series power backpack also silently supported them. .

"Check the hormone balance, report any damage, check the physical condition, charge the melee weapon, check the amount of ammunition..."

Sulla methodically issued orders between wars, and he had only one purpose: to maintain condition as much as possible.

This is his experience from previous wars, because the enemy will always be more numerous than expected...

There was no response in the communication channel, but behind him, the footsteps of his comrades were heard.

Sulla didn't even need to look back to know that at this moment, his comrades were taking turns to cover their companions in order of their respective positions, and then continued to explore forward beyond his position.

"Route?" the comrades in front asked in the communication channel, and this question was actually to confirm whether his guiding principles had changed.

To fight or not to fight?Sulla made a split second decision.

"No corridor bridge! Still give priority to the first goal of the mission!"

Sura thought for a moment and then gave the order over the team's communication channel.

He wanted to avoid unnecessary fighting as much as possible until he found the Sisters of Battle.

"Copy that." The soldier at the front of the team looked under the iron bridge and licked his lips with some regret.

They had not participated in the previous battle because the enemy with that strength was not even worthy of their cover.

The enemies and terrain here are obviously only the outermost cordon. If they follow Sura's route, it will be equivalent to jumping out of the enemy's preset battlefield.

"Walk."

Several Astartes lifted each other up, climbed over the artificial roadblocks, and then disappeared into the huge buildings of the hive.

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(End of this chapter)