Soshyan weighed his last bag of armor-piercing grenades on the observation platform.
A series of explosions covered the pitted surface, sweeping away chunks of black rock and hot metal.
The attack had its intended effect, forcing the ambushers in the passage above who had not seen Soshyan's team rushing down to temporarily retreat and attracting their attention.
boom!
Flames erupted across the platform again before the final grenade exploded, but this time the Necron's focus was on Soshyan's squad.
Soshyan's heightened senses noted the stench of burnt metal and blood, as well as the sporadic click-clack of weapons firing, and he assumed his brother was too busy elsewhere to welcome them.
After assessing the firepower configuration of the ambushers who were strafing them, Occam slid into the bunker next to Soshyan.
"They knew we were coming."
Soshiyang took a look at the situation on the battlefield. Their company was locked in a bitter battle, and the undead had cunningly established an ambush area here.
"What are your orders?"
Hearing Occam's words, Soshyan turned his calm eyes to look at his brother.
"We're going to kill them."
He grinned, but it was obscured by his helmet. .
"Reznor, Calisinus."
Sosh Yang called out on the communication channel, and then the two soldiers who were called left their positions and came to their commander.
"Prepare melta bombs, see those pillars."
He pointed to the source from which the platforms rose.
Calisinus and Reznor nodded together.
"You and I—"
"You have to stay behind."
Occam decisively put an end to Soshyan's adventure.
"You have to shoulder the responsibility of command."
The two warriors who were called also nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then I'll provide you with covering fire."
After ten seconds of preparation, Soshyan stood up first and fired at the aliens on the platform with his bolter. At the same time, Hasdru also raised his heavy bolter and unleashed a hail of deadly bullets at those abominable machines. .
The two Space Marines activated their melta bombs before venturing across the clearing leading to the support structure.
The aliens noticed the fire coming from the side, and some of them turned around, turned their guns and started shooting at the location of Soshyan's team.
When Reznor took a few tentative steps, the green decomposition ray hit him.
"Well!"
The impact knocked him down and spun him around before he fell into a pool of blood.
Calisinus was more fortunate, letting out a feral war cry as he reached the base of the platform, then attached the explosive to one of the pillars and received a blow to the shoulder.
"Calisinus!"
When Suoshiyang saw it, he immediately wanted to jump out and drag the injured soldier back.
But Occam immediately reached out and held him down.
Necron counterfire is ferocious.
When the aliens located near the base of the building realized what Calisinus was doing, they immediately penetrated his body with several concentrated fires.
But before they could stop themselves, Calisinus pressed the detonator.
"For the Emperor!"
Boom~~~~~!
He roared as the melta bomb exploded, followed by bright, ultra-hot chemicals that instantly vaporized him.
Sosh Yang was stunned for a few seconds.
The platform held up!
"Damn it!"
Just as Soshyang was about to dive into the fire net to complete this task, a second explosion broke out immediately.
He turned around to avoid the sudden explosion. The smell of chemicals irritated his nostrils, followed by the groaning sound of metal bending.
The observation platform finally collapsed, sending up a cloud of dust and smoke.
Unconcerned about the source of the second explosion, Soshyan stood up and let out a roar of victory.
"go ahead!!"
Sprinting across the open fields to the destroyed mass of twisted metal and shattered black stone, he brandished his chainsword at the ready for battle, knowing that his battle-brothers were hot on his heels.
The Necron lines struggled to hold up in the face of the onslaught of Space Marine companies.
Clouds of emerald green energy gathered above the heads of the Astartes, tearing the air apart.
With a loud explosion, many soldiers were reduced to ashes.
The sound of bolters washed away the Necron vehicles, but the decomposition rays were also dismembering the Astartes battle line. The corpses of many soldiers fell crookedly on the battlefield. The company's flag was riddled with holes and crumbling. Their company commander was nowhere to be seen.
When Soshyang saw such tragedy, the apocalypse hit him like thunder.
"Kill the alien!"
Soshyang accelerated his pace eagerly, both the low hum of the power armor and the hum of the chain sword were filled with endless anger.
As he moved forward, he left huge footprints one after another on the road, as well as the corpses of the undead along the way.
The Necron's weapons left a series of ripples in the air, but apart from Soshyan's angry war cry, the Necron received nothing.
His bolter fired with fury, blasting away at the Necron gunship and beating its pilot to pieces.
Then he felt no mercy as he stepped over the remains of the machines.
Snapped!
Suddenly, there was a shock on the head, and Soshiyang smelled the burning smell.
His helmet was scratched by the dissociation ray, almost taking off half of his head, but the threat of death did not make him retreat.
"For the Emperor!"
Soshyan tore off the broken helmet, leaving only the breathing mask, and let out a high-pitched roar, then plunged into the formation of the Necron.
He thrust his chainsword forward, carving a deathly rift through the Necron infantry.
The chainsword's teeth met living metal, creating a storm of parts and discarded remains.
Each blade was chewed and tasted carefully, and the Necron's slender body was eaten and wiped clean like fine delicacies, and then the unnecessary residue was thrown to both sides.
Shining limbs and torsos covered the ground.
On his right flank, Axel allowed his fury to ravage and dismember the Necron lines.
Team member Arkan has fallen. Before he died, he ignited the promethium tank on his body, turning dozens of undead around him into sultry metal fragments.
The company's honorary flag bearer was leaning on his torso, still firing, but his legs had turned into a pool of shimmering molten iron.
Soshiyang gritted his teeth and tried not to notice how the tiny mechanical insects were devouring human masterpieces bit by bit.
Every bite of the mechanical beetle was accompanied by painful sparks of electricity from the power armor.
Everyone engages in infantry hand-to-hand combat with the undead. Although their numbers are small, their fighting spirit is high.
The blade bit into the Necron's body, but the shield was shattered under the green beam, and the torso and body without the shield's protection were even more vulnerable.
When Soshiyang discovered that one of the cursed undead actually peeled off the skin of a living person on the battlefield and then wore it on himself, allowing other flesh and blood to be evaporated by the green light, his hatred for these aliens became even more determined. .
