Chapter 633 Beast War: Going to Death (Part 1)

A rapid explosion flickered at a high place. In the violent explosion, a large piece of metal brackets crashed down. They hit the ground like falling steel dragons, and a chaotic smoke suddenly rose around them.

The cry of killing echoed in the fog. A green man wearing a red shoulder armor with white and black plaid tattoos held a gun and opened fire violently in all directions. The flickering gunfire penetrated the surrounding smoke, and he roared angrily.

The sound was as deafening as the roar of his gun, and the bullet broke through the smoke and sent flying sparks around.

In the surrounding smoke, many figures were intertwined, and they struggled with each other. Among them, the burly green-skinned figures were overwhelmed by a dozen or even dozens of smaller figures.

The cry of killing echoed around, as if the whole world was making a sound. The green-skinned man with red armor fired at the chaos around him. He roared and shattered each figure in the surrounding smoke.

Suddenly a burly shadow rushed over behind him. The greenskin thought it was one of his own at first, but when he turned around he saw an arm covered with black spikes, and an iron fist was tattooed on the back of his hand.

The arm waved a curved steel rod and hit it from the smoke. The green-skinned face was hit all at once. In an instant, all the protruding fangs were neatly broken. The whole head bounced downward like jelly, and then the whole head

They all fell down like a puddle of water bags bound under their skins.

The steel-wielding giant stood before his corpse. He was a human, an angel, and the olive-fist symbol on his shoulder spoke silently of his identity.

Another burly green-skinned figure rushed over from the side. He rushed out of the smoke with a broad knife in his hand. Eisenstein Batalov turned around and faced the incoming enemy with a steel bar in his hand, "

For the Lord of Dorne and Terra!"

He roared angrily, but before he could do anything, the green-skinned head fell to the ground, and the burly body crashed to the ground like a collapsed building. A figure walked over behind the broken body. He exuded golden light in the fog, and the holy sword in his hand was like a dazzling sight.

The sun rises in the hazy darkness.

"Commissar Yarek." Eisenstein bowed to that man, not only to an imperial hero, but also to a living saint, a champion of the emperor.

Yarick is very different now. His eyes are shining with light, and the unhealed wound in his abdomen no longer flows out of blood. Instead, like a door to another world, a holy breath is released from it.

, as if he himself had become the container of that power.

He came up with the holy sword and killed the green-skin rushing away with one sword. The green-skin's body fell apart and was split into two halves at the shoulders in the blink of an eye.

Eisenstein looked at him, and then the scene of the stock exchange was a mess. The steel collapsed everywhere, killing all the green skinned overseers, and some Astra Militarum were also buried underneath.

"What to do now?" "Our numbers are still enough." "Enough for what?" "Be loyal to the Emperor."

Eisenstein looked at Jarek, who walked up to the high ground built with metal supports. He stood there holding a holy sword, while the human slaves on the surrounding steel ruins looked at him.

Eisenstein also stood aside, holding a steel frame behind Jarek, standing like a Guardsman holding a spear guarding the emperor.

"I give you an order, I order you to die, die for the Emperor." Yarick said slowly, looking around at everyone below, "You will not leave alive, but you will die like a coward.

Still like a hero, when you die you can go to the emperor and tell him with your head held high that I sacrificed my life generously in your name."

Eisenstein clenched the steel bar in his hand. He held it with both hands and held his head high. In the golden light, he was like the angel behind the angel in the Revelation picture, holding a sharp spear. At this moment, it was as if he had really transformed into an angel.

His wings spread out in the light behind him, his eyes were determined, and he made a decision silently.

And everyone below also made a decision like him. Those pairs of eyes knew their decision without words. Yarick looked around their eyes and raised his head, "You have made a decision."

"But we still need weapons. The emperor's currency will die generously for him, but it will not be meaningless." "Sir." A man stepped forward and stood at Yarick's feet with his head held high, "Your name

and rank." "Sergeant Kirkcross, Engineer Sergeant 1st Class, Destroyer of the Emperor's Command."

He said loudly, standing in front of Jarek and Eisenstein, if there was an artist present, he would definitely draw it and name it "Believers and Angels, Responding to the Call of the God Emperor"

"Continue, sergeant, do you know where the weapons are? Weapons that are readily available." "Yes, sir, when I was welding equipment for these ugly alien shapes, I found an Imperial Navy piece of equipment that they brought and had not yet been dismantled and disassembled.

A battleship with an arsenal of weapons on board, enough to arm everyone." "Excellent. The Emperor must have led it here for this purpose, as he wishes." "As the Emperor wishes."

As soon as they finished speaking, there was an arc of explosion and an ear-splitting roar. It was the sound of thousands of torpedoes hitting the shield, the hiss of light spears sliding through the vacuum, and the sound of hundreds of torpedoes hitting the shield.

Thousands of macrocannons roared and roared in the Emperor's name.

Yarick looked around at the people at his feet and glanced at the eyes, "The fate has been decided. The sergeant will lead the way. Let us go to die."

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They set off, and the warning lights were flashing in the dark corridor, and the twisted lights made of green leather were looming, as if they had lost their vitality.

The huge explosion made everything around it go into a trance, as if it was covered with a layer of mist, but the whizzing bullets polished the surrounding space. Flickering gunfire flashed in the corridor, and the green skin roared and held the gun.

Shoot at the end of the corridor.

Bullets came like raindrops, creating a dazzling light among the metal supports and damaged equipment in the corridor. The light illuminated the broken body lying on the ground, but soon, another pair of footsteps rushed over.

Pairs of boots rushed through the bloody corridors. They were unarmed mortals. They had no weapons. All they had was courage and loyalty to the Emperor, which was enough to withstand thousands of armies.

The greenskins opened fire on them, and the bullets blasted several bodies in the narrow corridor. They fell to the ground and became another part of the bloody ground.

But this could not stop the advancement of the Emperor's loyal servants and the advancement of the Children of Man. The Astra Militarum roared forward, rushing towards the muzzle of death in the dark corridors and under the flickering lights.

There were more than a dozen people when they set off, and their number dropped sharply to less than ten in just ten seconds, but the last few people rushed forward, and they threw themselves on the green skin, "For the Emperor! For

Armageddon! For Holy Terra!"

The leading Astra Militarum roared and opened the detonator on his waist. The detonator originally used to explode the metal exploded at the same time. Several people pulled off the safety and perished together with the greenskin. Their roars took advantage of the fire of the explosion.

The waves swept over them, and the Immortal Lord sitting on the throne of Terra must have heard their cries.

But the sorrow did not belong to them. The Emperor's currency would die for him. In the flames, more Astra Militarum rushed out. They held weapons composed of steel rods, metal iron sheets, and steel bars, and fought without hesitation.

He rushed out of the corridor door at the end of the flames and rushed towards the hall outside.

When they arrived at the gate, a burst of fierce artillery fire came in. The greenskins in the spacious hall raised their guns and fired fiercely. The bullets hit the corridor door and spattered sparks. The flesh and blood shattered in it, and the dazzling firelight was

The doorframe exploded.

Suddenly a golden light flashed, and the light appeared in the smoke at the door. The light broke out of the fog. It was a shield composed of holy light protecting the loyalists behind it. Yarick held the light in his hand.

The sword stood at the front of the team. He quickly waved the lightsaber in his hand, and the air wave light blade he slashed chopped several greenskins into pieces.

Their artillery fire stopped briefly, and at this moment the Astra Militarum troops filed in. They roared and rushed forward, throwing themselves on the greenskins and overwhelming them. Many of them were killed by the burly orcs, but

More people took over, and one after another they rained down weapons from their hands, beating the orcs who were much stronger than humans to death.

The remaining farts threw away their tools and ran away. They jumped from the towering shelves and ran under the majestic belly of the battleship. Eisenstein looked up at the majestic battleship in front of him, which was covered by countless mechanical arms.

And tied up with iron chains, hanging in this huge hall.

Those iron chains tied to its body are like the roots of the world tree that trapped the giant dragon Hognid in the legend. In the legend, when the dragon bites the roots and breaks free, it will be the end of the Asgardian protoss.

, and today it will also bring a dusk here, but that dusk will be illuminated by the emperor's golden sun.

Suddenly, a burst of artillery fire struck, killing the greenskin who fell on the ground in the blink of an eye, as well as the humans who were beating him with weapons, their flesh and blood flying in the rising flames.

Real flames also spurted out, like a fire dragon shooting from under the battleship, igniting the bodies of many people. They screamed and rolled on the ground. Eisenstein looked forward fiercely, and saw a fire from behind the door on the other side.

A heavy green machine walked in. It was shaped like a tin can, with a face shaped like their war god.

The arms on both sides of it roared with gunfire, and the flamethrowers sprayed fire under the arms. The flames swept across the hall and brought more screams. On both sides of the green-skinned machine, the orcs rushed in and slaughtered mercilessly.

Watching the unarmed sons of humanity present.

"Hidden! Find cover!" Eisenstein pulled an Astra Militarum and took him to hide behind the many iron chains and equipment at the foot of the battleship. The bullets hitting them made a harsh buzzing sound, and the fire was in front of him.

Flashing, lighting up the dim night sky.

Jarek held the holy sword in the center of the hall to activate the shield, covering the surrounding Astra Militarum to hide. Those who were still alive took cover one after another and fell behind the bunker before the fire swept in.

The greenskins continued to fire. They roared and suppressed the emperor's warriors with fierce artillery fire. Eisenstein looked outside, looking at the flashing muzzles and the flames blooming on the surface of the shield, "We must destroy

That machine." "Sir, we can do it."

Sergeant Kirkcross squatted next to Eisenstein, and there were several navy soldiers behind him. Their blue uniforms were already covered with blood, holes and burn marks, but there was no fear in their eyes.

"Continue, Sergeant." Eisenstein responded, lowering himself under the explosion above his head. Sergeant Kirkcross and his comrades also leaned down. He approached Eisenstein and pointed at the battleship above.

, "We can activate it and destroy the greenskins with its autocannon!"

"There's a good chance you'll never come back." "We know." Eisenstein looked at the people in front of him and fell silent. After a moment, he nodded, pressed Sergeant Kirkros's shoulder, and said

The big hand pressed on the shoulder of a mortal seemed out of place, but now there was no sense of violation. "Go, we will protect you, and may the Emperor bless you." "And may he bless you, sir."

After saying that, Sergeant Kirkross rushed out. He and his naval comrades rushed towards the battleship. The greenskins noticed them and quickly threw firepower. The rapid fire hit them among them. Among the six,

The three of them exploded into minced meat in the blink of an eye, but the rest did not stop.

The navy soldiers rushed under the iron chain restraining the battleship. They climbed up the iron chain and crawled towards the opening in the belly of the battleship. Naturally, the greenskins would not allow them to pass so easily. The rapid fire opened immediately, and bullets hit the iron.

Large sparks shot out from the chain, and the green-skinned war machine's flamethrower roared in.

The fire swept through the iron chain, and the scorching heat made the surface of the iron chain like a steam plate in an oven. Their arms were burned so deep that they could see the bones, but they still climbed up. Sergeant Kirkcross's mutilated fingers grasped the iron chain.

, and climbed up desperately.

The flamethrower raised its angle and aimed at them, and at the moment of firing, Eisenstein rushed forward. He rushed into the greenskins and wielded steel rods to kill everyone. Two greenskins were killed instantly.

The rest immediately turned their attention and lowered the muzzle of the flamethrower, allowing them to pass through.

Sergeant Kirkross and two comrades climbed into the interior of the battleship. When they arrived, their bodies were severely burned, and the skin fell off, leaving only red tumors. However, they did not stop to breathe, because the Emperor's mission was not yet completed.

Relying on their familiarity with the Imperial Navy's battleships of the same class, the three quickly passed through the intricate structural layers of the battleship. After passing through the corridors and labyrinth-like corridors, they arrived at the stairs at the end of the central ventilation avenue. From here, they went up to the battleship's deck.

The bridge is over, and the majestic Gate of the End stands on it.

Sergeant Kirkcross nodded with the two men, and then prepared to go up, but at this moment a roar interrupted them. One of them just turned his head and was eaten by a bloody mouth. The huge mouth began to bite,

Tear his upper body into pieces.

A giant squig fell from the sky. It jumped down from the high beam. Its huge brown-red body swung in front of the last two people. It swallowed one of them with its huge fangs and then turned toward Sergeant Kirkcross and
To be continued...