In the hangar on the starboard side of the enemy ship...
"Hoo~--Boom--Boom~!"
Thirty airborne pods roared through the air valves without slowing down at all, rushing through the hangar, destroying all carrier-based aircraft in the way, and crushing soldiers of all races who could not dodge.
The enemy plane exploded and the enemy exploded.
Until it hit the bulges, support pillars of the deck, or the bulkhead at the end of the hangar, the unscrupulous airborne landing bay finally stopped destroying it.
In the corner at the edge of the hangar.
"Ouch..."
A red-armored elite stood up unsteadily, his left hand against the light purple bulkhead, and he shook his head in confusion.
It seemed to have been blown away by the explosion caused by a carrier-based aircraft. Apart from being a little dizzy, it did not suffer any fatal injuries.
But before the red-armored elite could fully regain consciousness, an airborne cabin not far behind him opened its doors on both sides.
"Tap!"
The second lieutenant and three of his subordinates rushed out of the drop bay, stepped into the enemy ship, pointed their guns at the red-armored elite who had his back exposed to them, and immediately pulled the trigger.
"Ta-ta-ta!"
The Hellfire rifle, still nicknamed the "high-power flashlight" by the hell paratroopers, poured out a dense orange beam at the elite at a very high rate of fire.
"Bang! Bang! Bang~!"
The energy shield that withstood the concentrated fire attack was shattered instantly, and the beam easily melted through the substantial armor, and also ignited the elites whose physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary people.
"Ouch! Ouch..."
The red-armored elite struggled and screamed, and finally collapsed on the deck motionless, letting the orange fire burn.
After dealing with this elite, the second lieutenant and his three subordinates turned their guns and continued to aim at the next "victim". They also loudly said on the team communication:
"You bastards! Let me go and do it to death! Get rid of the alien bastards quickly and clean up Madam Captain's new ship!"
"Hoo ha!" the paratroopers responded with a war cry.
Overlooking the entire hangar from above.
More than a hundred hell paratroopers jumped out of the drop pod, and groups of four alternately covered and attacked.
Taking advantage of the fact that the soldiers of all races in the "Alliance" had not recovered from the chaos just now, they quickly wiped out the enemy.
Although not as efficient as the Astartes, Helltroopers are second only to Krieg in terms of seizing the opportunity and striking the enemy.
And as if they had been holding back for a long time, the paratroopers led by the second lieutenant pushed forward crazily, causing the Jackal's morale to collapse again.
After their backbones, the elite clan and the Jiralhanae fell one by one, the Grunts also shouted "Yeah! Yeah!" and escaped from the hangar with the Jackals.
However, the paratroopers did not have the extraordinary reflexes of the Astartes and could not take into account all the enemies on the battlefield and kill the "deserters".
After all, the elites and Jiralhanae targeted by the Hell Paratroopers had already reorganized their formation and began to fight back against them.
The rear side of an enemy aircraft wreckage.
The eight paratroopers at the forefront used this place as a bunker to shoot at several blue-armored elites.
Orange beams and blue light cannons flashed between the two sides.
A paratrooper who had replaced the battery magazine leaned out and saw a green light cannon the size of a football heading towards him.
! !
The paratroopers quickly dodge.
But the cannon ball still hit his right shoulder.
It exploded with a bang, and the impact caused the paratrooper to lose control of his body and fall backwards on the deck.
The small high-temperature "plasma" sputtered by the explosion quickly melted through a large area of armor, scorching the skin and even the entire right shoulder.
Fortunately, the nanorobots inside the paratrooper's body were at work, immediately stopping the bleeding and delaying the injury until the paratrooper could be rescued by medical personnel or withdraw from combat and receive more complete treatment.
but…
"Damn you! It hurts me to death. Die for me! Die!"
But the paratrooper who was shouting crazily struggled to get up, raised the Hellfire with one hand in his left hand, pointed at the elite who fired the charged cannon at him, and pulled the trigger to vent his severe pain and anger.
Judging from his posture, he had no intention of calling for medics or withdrawing from the battle.
In the end, the elite who used a weapon that could store energy was shot to death by a volley of paratroopers and his comrades, without even being able to utter a scream.
Just when the paratroopers were attracting all the firepower, the transport formation escorted by the combat squadron finally arrived at the hangar.
A Pelican descended rapidly in a manner close to an emergency landing. The landing gear rubbed against the deck and caused sparks, and the tail hatch opened.
The captain, armed with a commander-type pulse rifle, was the first to jump out of the Pelican, which was still unstable, and led two companies of marines to join the battle.
With nearly 300 fresh troops joining in, the two forces cooperated with each other and took advantage of the situation to pursue them, gaining possession of this large hangar at the cost of minimal casualties.
Next.
The second lieutenant and captain left two combat platoons to take care of the wounded in the hangar, and at the same time guard the transport formation parked here.
The remaining people continued their sweep at one go, clearing out all the "Alliance" soldiers on the enemy ship.
It seemed that the enemy's main combat force was concentrated in the flagship. Most of the guys they encountered were grunts and jackals, while elites and Jiralhanae were in the minority.
This makes the offensive force composed of Marines and Hell Paratroopers face far less resistance than Gabriel and Thutmose reservists.
If the attacking force encounters the silver-armored elites, even if they win, it will be a tragic victory won by desperate efforts.
There is even a high probability that the silver-armored elites will wipe out all the attacking troops.
Although Gabriel and the reservists seemed to have easily defeated the Silver Armored Elites, they might be able to withstand a round of bolter fire, and could even fight Gabriel at close range...
This is enough to show that the elite race does not belong to the ranks of "miscellaneous", but Astartes habitually refers to all aliens as miscellaneous.
As for Gabriel and the others, who had already jumped to the beetle-shaped flagship, they were currently located in the upper area of the bow of the ship, in a large cabin that looked like a built-in square or garden.
The overall structure of the built-in garden is cylindrical.
A warm, soft light shines from above, close to the bulkhead, and surrounds the entire garden, a green belt of green, blue and yellow plants.
These plants are similar to those native to the earth. They seem to be using the light source provided by the cabin roof to perform photosynthesis, providing fresh "air" for this built-in garden.
In the center of the garden.
It is a creature that looks like an "ostrich" using similar holographic technology. It waves its hands and repeats with a very pious expression:
"Uh-huh~huh-luh~na-kah...!"
The "ostrich" sits in a suspended seat, wearing luxurious and spacious clothing and a decorative golden crown.
Coupled with its demeanor, clothing and chanting tone, there is always a strong sense of sight of a religious sacrifice.
"Boom, boom."
In the garden, Gabriel and his fourteen brothers approached the holographic image of the ostrich sacrifice with very recognizable heavy steps.
They are a bit "embarrassed" now.
The main colors of red and gold, with blue as the embellishment, were covered with traces of plasma burns and dried blood stains.
But the colors of the blood stains are mostly deep purple and dark red, all of which are the blood of the "Alliance" race.
Each man had a bolter attached to his thigh armor and carried a chainsword or a double-edged energy sword.
Even the brother who carried the heavy bolter hung the gun on the ammunition box on his back.
The dried blood stains on his body and hands show that even if he carries more weight than the other brothers, it will not affect his movement and he can still slaughter alien bastards.
The ammunition they carried with them had long been empty. The weapons of the elites and Jiralhanae were not very good, and they could not bring out the high efficiency of the Astartes, so they resorted to the most violent and most skilled close combat.
The results obtained by the ceramic armor test showed that the plants around the garden were indeed almost the same as those on the earth.
"Bros."
Looking at the ostrich sacrifice in front of him, a brother suddenly said: "This alliance composed of various aliens seems to believe in some kind of god. Could it be...an evil god from another space?"
"I don't know, and I didn't detect any traces of chaos." A brother with stronger psychic powers shook his head and replied, and then said:
"Gabriel, I think their internal worries seem to be very serious, so I would like to capture as many enemy commanders as possible and hand them over to my father for interrogation using psychic powers. Maybe we can disintegrate them from within."
In fact, during the battle, all of their brothers were observing carefully, paying attention to the composition of the "alliance" team, the characteristics, habits and styles of each race, etc.
They naturally noticed the conflicts between the various races, especially the command of the Jiralhanae elite, which was particularly obvious even in the fierce exchange of fire.
This shows that the Jiralhanae has been grudged for a long time, and even in the face of Gabriel's ruthless raids, it is unwilling to cooperate.
It also proves that the vast majority of Jiralhanae are brave, reckless, and completely disregard the overall situation.
That's why the brothers who observed this detail made suggestions to disintegrate the enemy from within.
Thutmose may not be the most thoughtful among all the legions, but they are certainly more rational than the Space Wolves and do not just use killing to solve problems.
should say…
Compared to the Space Wolves, all Legions should fall into the "thinking" category.
"Yes." Gabriel nodded in agreement: "Try to capture as many prisoners as possible. The Punishment's battle against those two enemy ships is coming to an end. We must not fall behind and continue to move forward."
"yes."
The brothers finished their brief discussion and prepared to sweep the next area.
And they and another group of fifteen brothers slaughtered all the areas they had explored in just over ten minutes.
The number of guys who died under their guns, swords and fists was not just over 10,000, but more than 5,000.
After all, within the flagship, the "alliance" cannot develop numerical superiority.
No matter how many teams the opponent sends to stop them, the end result is the same——
Become a puddle of minced meat.
Just as Gabriel and others bypassed the ostrich sacrifice, the sensor door at the end suddenly opened.
"Ouch!!"
With the unique roar of the elite clan, guys equipped with sophisticated weapons and armor poured into the garden.
The elites made up the majority, and all of them were wearing orange-red armor, with gorgeous and huge helmets. They held swords in both hands and quickly attacked Gabriel and the others.
Also pouring out together with the elites were dozens of Grunts. There were no Gnolls or Jiralhanae races, and these short things also wore dark purple armor.
Finally, there was the elite commander in golden armor who also held a sword in both hands and sent a video message to the Punishment.
See this.
"Capture them for father!"
Gabriel let out a war cry, clutching the rapidly rotating chain sword in his right hand, unfolding the energy sword in his left hand, and rushed straight towards the golden-armored commander.
An orange-armored elite facing him brandished two swords and stabbed at him at a speed that could create afterimages, but Gabriel used a faster reaction to dodge with his left, and then shouldered with his right...
"Bang!"
He pushed the orange-armored elite away and left it to the brothers behind him to "take care of".
"Whoosh~! Whoosh~!"
The Grunt standing in the distance fired a large number of "thorn needles" with tracking effects, like pink crystals, at him.
Gabriel crossed his arms to block.
"Ding~...bang!!"
The needle was nailed to the ceramic armor for a moment, and then low-intensity explosions occurred one after another, and the dazzling pink light almost swallowed Gabriel up.
However, this level of attack was not enough to break the ceramic armor, leaving only a layer of small bumps.
Wait until the pink light dissipates completely.
Gabriel, who was walking like a human tank with ton-level steps, also raised his left hand holding the energy sword high and rushed in front of the golden-armored commander.
!
The golden-armored commander originally wanted to raise his sword to resist, but his instinct told him that resisting would end badly, so he chose the wisest way to dodge.
"Rou~!" The energy sword roared and the wind blew, grazing its right body.
"Buzz--!"
As soon as he dodged the blow, chainswords followed.
! !
The golden-armored commander, who was highly concentrated, barely dodged the second blow.
But before it could rejoice, Gabriel had already turned around, and the threatening energy sword struck again.
! ! !
This time, the golden-armored commander had no choice but to raise his hands, place his swords in an "X" shape, and attack with all his strength.
"Bang----!!!"
The collision between the energy swords burst out with dazzling light.
"boom----!!!"
The force of Gabriel's blow caused the golden-armored commander's position to sink instantly, forming a small crater in the hard deck.
! ! ! !
If you look closely at the commander's legs, you can't help but tremble. It is absolutely a miracle that his bones were not shattered by this blow.
However, being able to withstand three attacks under Gabriel, a newly adult Astartes who is also the platoon leader, directly proves that the commander has escaped the category of "miscellaneous".
"Give me…"
Gabriel raised his right leg high, bent his knees, pointed the magnetic boot at the commander's abdomen, kicked forward with all his strength, and let out a metallic roar:
"Have a good sleep!"
"Bang-!!"
This kick actually shattered the shield.
"puff!"
The commander who received a heavy blow vomited blood, and his body was bounced like a kite with a broken string. Finally, he collapsed on the deck and was unable to move.
By the time Gabriel was able to deal with the most difficult commander, half of the orange-armored elites present were either killed or unable to move, completely losing their ability to resist.
After Gabriel, who was free, joined the battle to assist his brothers...
"ah!!"
"ah!!"
The Grunts, who had been trying to harass and watch the battle, completely collapsed because all the elites they regarded as their saviors were defeated, which meant that their flagship had changed hands.
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