After clearing the greenskins on the streets, the Astral Knights quickly passed through the huge metal crane and entered a closed corridor leading to the main energy node.
Wherever they went, among the piles of rubble and debris, there were green-skinned corpses that were still radiating heat - both strong and skinny, as well as some even skinnier types.
The diffuse light yellow dust covered the alien's purple pool of blood that had not yet solidified.
The closed corridors connected many control rooms, and Soshyan ordered the team to split up.
The mechanics who were still busy were at a loss when they heard the sound behind them, followed by the roar of bolter fire.
There is often one gun that fires first, and other weapons then join in, pouring bullets on a specific target. Behind the thunderous low roar, there is also the unique roar of some kind of metal grinding.
Most of these green-skinned "technicians" died before they could react, while their short grunt followers were either trampled to death or huddled in the corner holding their heads.
The Space Marines weren't about to waste a single bullet or energy on them.
While moving, Soshyan heard something thicker and louder.
It was the rumbling cry of cities on the verge of collapse and crumbling buildings, and it was like a death knell that reverberated across the sky.
"Soshyan."
Sol suddenly walked up to him and whispered:
"Lotha just sent news that the fleet was attacked by a new green-skinned fleet and lost several transport ships. Now the detachment can only use half of its strength to fight."
At this time, Soshyan suddenly realized that the impact just now was obviously caused by the falling transport ship.
"That means we don't have much time."
After saying that, Soshyan involuntarily quickened his pace and ended the lives of the greenskins he encountered at a faster speed.
Star-like sparks danced in the dirty air. He stepped out from the shadow of a corridor ceiling and stood in the exceptionally bright factory.
The blazing firelight illuminated him, casting a long shadow on the stone-tiled floor.
Most of the internal facilities of this building have been torn apart. It is unknown whether it is the effect of the bombing or whether it is this way.
The metal surfaces of many walls and ceilings were peeled off in large swaths, and the exposed inner layers of the machinery were like the tissue under human skin. The metal veins were tangled together and coiled around the heavy metal base plate.
Their structure looks quite complicated, with metal circuits and pistons staggered, and cables and screws tangled.
The broken pipes hanging on the ground were flowing with scorching energy, and some cracked pipes were dripping with unknown liquids.
Soshyan looked up and saw huge metal nests rising up around him, as if they were still dreaming of projecting their power into the sky.
Higher up in the sky, weapon trajectories created a bright grid in the atmosphere.
The Navy's Lightning fighter jets passed rapidly overhead, and the weapons they were equipped with plowed scorch marks of destruction in the sky. Ork aircraft touched by this violent energy would immediately melt into the glaring wall of light.
In response, swarms of rockets swarmed in like meteor showers, their fiery trails the only clue to their presence.
On the left, level with the roof, Soshyan could see two Warhound Titans crossing the battlefield from a distance, leading a large number of Imperial Army soldiers to attack a fortress.
The tiny cloud-like impact of ammunition enveloped their extremely huge bodies, just like fireflies flying in groups at dusk.
Then, he once again heard the deep roar of the city that was about to collapse, which seemed to be a rumbling bell coming from the center of the planet.
It is still resisting, resisting desperately, as if it knows that new reinforcements are coming from the outer space.
Suddenly, a sharper voice sounded.
Then, a shock wave came.
A formation of heavy fighter jets was trying to drop a bomb here, but one of the planes was hit by ground fire, and then exploded into a ball of flames and debris of staggering scale.
Two of them were forced to deviate from their target in order to avoid collision with each other, their overburdened engines howling in protest.
The other one was affected by the tremor of the void shield's renewed power, and the engine on one side was seriously damaged.
It trembled, and thick black smoke spurted out from the port engine. Although it kept trying to raise the nose of the aircraft, it eventually hit a certain energy tower.
The thick fighter was suddenly torn apart by the violent impact and peeled off as easily as a can lid.
As the main body of the fighter jet completely dissociated, its engines also exploded.
But its explosion also destroyed a tower.
The green-skinned technician responsible for maintenance on the tower was thrown out, tumbling helplessly towards the courtyard below.
Some of them were dead, others were screaming before they hit the ground.
They rained down on roofs, terraces, corridors and yards, bounced off sloping walls, and experienced several more impacts before tumbling to a halt.
The burning wreckage came together.
Soshiyang raised his head, and one of the corpses came towards him quickly, so he waved the long sword in his hand.
The body that had been cut into two pieces slammed onto the floor tiles, making a loud noise like breaking an egg or breaking celery.
Soshyan lowered his head, and his hair was poured all over by the alien's blood.
Another body fell a few meters to his right, like an exploding blood bag.
"keep going."
After confirming that there was no further danger of collapse, Soshyan led the team straight into the main hall of the energy node.
Here, in addition to a row of huge steaming machines, there is also a group of greenskins who have received reports of the intrusion and are on standby. Even the mechanics picked up their guns and stared at the door.
As long as anything non-green appears outside the gate, they will kill it to pieces.
boom------!
With a loud noise, the wall on the side of the hall exploded, tearing apart two nearby mechanics and a dozen unlucky farts.
"For the Emperor!"
The Space Marines poured in from unexpected places, and the greenskins who had been guarding the gate were suddenly killed, and a large area was swept away within seconds of the battle.
Waaaagh! !
Although they were surprised and thrown into chaos, the greenskins were not such vulnerable creatures - especially when their leader was still present.
As the most powerful and numerous of all xenos threats humanity has ever faced, they have evolved so perfectly into machines of violence that Imperial scholars have come up with a crazy hypothesis - that this species may have been deliberately bred for war. from.
Fearless, incredibly strong, and frighteningly warlike, it's all baked into their genes.
So after experiencing the initial chaos, they quickly organized a counterattack.
"die!"
Soshyan took the lead and slammed his old fist down, hitting the plate-shaped forehead of the monster in front of him hard, shattering the bones underneath.
But it still didn't die. It roared back, and its almost ridiculously large jaws snapped together, twisting one of his wrists.
Another blow, and Soshyan pounded the ground harder, pushing his armor's power system to its limits.
A third blow knocked the mighty beast to the ground, sliding down the inner wall of the hall.
"Boys! Follow me! Fuck the canned shrimp!!!!"
A high-pitched roar suddenly exploded, and then in the diffuse orange smoke, a big man more than three meters tall rushed towards Soshiyang.
