Standard tactical timing:
Something moved in the far corner illuminated by Mark's armor's light, and he resisted the urge to fire.
The soldier beside him, the motor of the assault gun in his hand roared like a wild beast ready to pounce, looking forward to a clear target.
Sensors revealed that there were more than twenty monsters in the dark tunnel ahead, and they circled briefly in search of other paths to the Astral Knights—an effort that apparently ultimately failed.
For a moment, the corridor was empty.
But in the blink of an eye, a group of blue and purple bodies rushed down the channel toward Mark like a flood pouring from a hole in a dam.
He fired, and so did the soldiers around him, the barrel of the assault gun reaching firing speed in just one heartbeat, and in the next, a torrent of bullets roared through the corridor.
Mark's automatic sense activated the audio buffer the moment he pressed the trigger.
Even with the giant ceramite surrounding his body, the Terminator felt a powerful shock wave fill the room.
Six or seven monsters were beaten to pieces in two seconds, their bodies evaporated by the fierce shooting.
The warrior holding the assault gun paused for a moment to allow the barrel and motor to cool before firing again.
Each devastating shot shatters everything in the Terminator's way.
Mark was also firing his storm bolter, but he was not immersed in the carnage. His attention was locked on the sensor, and he soon discovered that a group of signals was moving along the corridor parallel to the passage he was defending.
He started moving away from the entrance to buy himself more shooting time.
But it's still too slow.
With a sound of tearing metal and falling to the ground, the Genestealer smashed through a door just around the corner ahead.
In less than a second, they were in the same room as the Terminators.
"die!"
Mark roared, firing a long flurry of fury from his storm bolter.
A fan-shaped sweep cut down the first row of attackers, but more enemies quickly came up.
Squeezing the trigger, Mark quickly loaded the gun and sprayed the hot bullets on the second wave of enemies.
At the same time, a soldier holding a plasma cannon next to him continued to project hot blue plasma balls into the area where the aliens gathered. Every shot would bring double-digit deaths.
For a moment, flames, pus, blood, and debris from shattered walls filled the hallway.
boom--!
Suddenly, there was an explosion behind him.
Mark turned around and saw that a soldier threw a high-explosive grenade directly into the passage, which was crowded with gene stealers.
In an instant, white-hot metal sliced into the flesh like a sickle, and the broken bulkhead was filled with steaming alloy fragments.
Although this killed a large number of aliens, the huge breach created by the explosion also allowed more aliens to pass through.
Close combat broke out as the beasts flooded through the chamber, claw-like limbs digging into the Terminator's armor.
Genestealers have two huge mysteries. One is their psychic network, and the other is their claws with supernatural power. No matter how big or small, it seems that the claws of genestealers have the ability to tear through all metals— —The Terminator is no exception.
"It's time to prove yourself worthy of this armor, my brothers!"
Mark raised his power sword and storm shield and shouted.
"Block them!"
Standard tactical timing:
At the beginning of the first attack, Soshyan's team also broke through the siege of the aliens and arrived at a bottleneck ahead - the twisted passage closed into an independent room.
The room was less than fifteen meters wide, and the walls were covered with deep pits and huge cracks.
This place should have been some kind of pumping station in the past. Broken pipes protruded from the corners and ceiling. Thick liquid hung in balls on the edges of the broken pipes, dripping from time to time into the large greasy pits gathered under the walls.
The ceiling is littered with the rusty remnants of ancient valves and hubs.
Soshyan stood facing the open door, opposite where the enemy was expected to appear, with loaded storm bombs ready to fire at any time.
Rick took up position beside him, ready to move forward and strike if any enemy appeared.
Not long after, the first Genestealer jumped from the pipe in the ceiling of the front corridor.
It immediately stood up and started running, its elastically connected legs twitching as it rushed towards the Terminator, its claws scraping ravines from the floor tiles under its feet.
In the dim yellow light emitted by the ancient lighting system, the strange-shaped glasses emitted a strong light. There was no emotion in the eyes, but only the deadly intention of the predator.
"Perhaps... this all isn't as illogical as I first thought."
At this time, Dietrian, who was under the protection of the team, suddenly spoke.
"What's the meaning?"
Dietrian's answer was interrupted by a Genestealer scurrying along the ceiling of the corridor and leaping over the doorway.
It twisted in the air at an incredible speed to avoid bullets, and before landing, it stepped on Harry who was holding a flamethrower, and its sword-like claws scraped pieces of ceramic steel fragments from the Terminator's breastplate.
Harry staggered back under the impact, the armor's artificial muscles straining but holding firm.
Soshyan took a step back and smashed the Sheng Yan Sword into the monster's back.
The force field exploded into a blue flash when it hit the target. In an instant, the spine was shattered, the carapace cracked, and the Genestealer fell to the ground awkwardly like a caught fish.
At this time, another Genestealer rushed into the side corridor before Soshyan opened fire, but the one behind it was not so lucky, and the burst of storm bombs blew it into pieces.
Soshyan checked his sensors and saw that the enemy was approaching with increasing caution.
They gather into small groups out of sight and attack in short waves.
Although the Genestealers displayed more intelligence than the suicidal charge in the initial stages of the battle, this tactic was still crude and easily countered.
Soshyan recalled the last large-scale invasion of Genestealers he encountered in the underground mines, and he suppressed a moment of uneasiness.
They gathered in hundreds then, tearing apart and leaping over their fallen brethren, overwhelming squads of Astral Knights with sheer numbers.
So far only a small number of the enemies have awakened, but Soshyan knows that as more aliens emerge from hibernation, the attacks will become more deadly.
In addition, ammo was also an issue, with Harry reporting that the Spitfire's fuel tank was only half empty, and the rest of the team only had a few magazines left.
Soshyan understands that the pressure on Mark's team, which is in the rear defensive position, will only be greater, and they must win quickly.
"Don't be obsessed with fighting, speed up."
Soshyan's calm and standard voice sounded, even though there were countless decisions pulling his attention.
At this time, Dietrian also continued his previous answer.
"The signal of the reconnaissance robot is unstable and the information upload is interrupted, but I guess it is already in the data cabin."
"Last known location?"
"Somewhere on the T line, directly in front of your position, transmits frequency signals to the sensor network."
As updates came, images flickered and overlaid onto Soshyan's vision.
A red haze flashed across the map fifty meters away from his current position. The automated unit that was transported to the center of the space hulk for depth detection and reconnaissance was obviously malfunctioning or damaged.
"That's it."
Soshyan said and moved to the front of the team.
"Walk."
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