Standard Terran Calendar,
Planet Armageddon, Northern Continent, Tires Hive
"Go to hell!"
After a burst of fire, Soshyan slammed his arm down, and the hot barrel of the storm bolter struck the monster's plate-like forehead hard, shattering the bones beneath it.
But it still didn't die. Instead, it roared back, and its almost ridiculously large jaws snapped, twisting the wrist that hit it.
Soshyan then pounded the ground harder, pushing the power system of his Terminator to its limit. It took two more heavy blows to blunt the fury behind the unnatural scarlet eyes, and then the third blow destroyed the giant. The giant beast fell to the ground and slid down the inner wall of the trench.
Then, he gathered his strength and climbed up the slope, groping in a wave of falling ash debris. At this moment, his armor was full of dents and cracks, and the air was filled with the terrifying, never-ending The roar-WAAAAAGH! ! !
The noise was present in every battle with the green brutes, and the sonic inferno only intensified, tearing at the auditory protection inside his helmet.
When he reached the edge of the slope, there were no enemies around him. He was finally able to take a break, kneeling on one knee and gasping for air.
Above him was a gaping, tormented sky, bright orange like poisonous gas, scratched by the black contrails of rockets.
This is the normal sky color at Armageddon. As the shadow season passes, the volcanic ash that once enveloped the atmosphere gradually dissipates, and human communication and detection systems begin to play a significant role.
When he shifted his gaze downwards, a folded terrain composed of salt-alkali land was revealed in front of him, glowing brightly against the backdrop of successive explosions, like a piece of broken glass spread across the width of a continent.
The saddle-shaped mountains of the north stood on the fiery horizon, and a hive city rose in front of them, but everything between him and the hive city was in motion. It was a land in motion, like a boiling sea of turmoil.
But that is definitely not the earth, nor is it the ocean.
It was a living wave, a living carpet made of dark green flesh and blood, bound by heavy iron armor and covered in nightmare-like roars, rolling and swallowing everything.
There is nothing like it in the galaxy, no other species that can do this, no sentient life that can fuse and twist itself into this molten amorphous rage.
That kind of rage surged from the condensation of the basic ganglia, rushing through the black veins, driving the steel-hard muscle bundles to swing a dull knife like a turbo hammer, splitting the earth under the feet.
Greenskins, the most powerful and numerous of all alien threats that humans have ever faced, have evolved so perfectly into violent machines, fearless and incredibly strong, with terrifying warlike nature and reproductive capabilities. Exuberant and extremely tough.
Now they charged again, once again facing the tip of an Astartes' spear.
The operation against the northern continent has been launched for a month. At first, the operation went smoothly. There were not many greenskins here, but their warlords were very smart and concentrated all their forces into one place.
Once the greenskins clump together, their lack of numbers will be greatly compensated and they will become more difficult to chew.
The advantage is that as long as the enemies entrenched in the nest are eliminated, the northern continent will be wiped out.
This was a tough battle, and Soshyan also concentrated all the forces he could use, including his first company, the two tactical companies "lent" to him by Randall, and more than half a million Mortal troops, including auxiliary troops of the Astral Knights.
But this was not enough. There were more than three million greenskins entrenched in the city, and the ratio between the number of enemies and ourselves was very different. Fortunately, not all greenskins left the city to attack. The terrain restricted the deployment of their forces, which gave Soshyan an opportunity.
"Order the ground troops to suppress the enemy!"
Behind, basilisk cannons burst with flames, marking their position like torches.
Timber machine guns, autocannons and heavy bolters fired fiercely at the large green muscles that rolled across the ground like thunder and lightning, mixed with the flames of heavy flamethrowers.
But the green-skinned main force still rushed towards the human siege position regardless of the situation, not flinching at all when their compatriots were burned to charcoal.
Most of them had seen the waiting Imperial forces glinting in the morning sun, and the coming battle only spurred them on to run faster, the sheer number of drooling, gasping thugs moving forward. Running, a large plume of smoke and dust was thrown up, and the stench and thunderous noise filled the air.
On the position, the local guards of Armageddon looked at the scale of the troops rushing towards them in horror. The salty land was covered with greenskins and their crude military vehicles. Countless off-road vehicles served as the vanguard, surrounded by Huge Ork war bikes, followed by a storm of infantry: unimaginably large numbers of Gunboys and Slashboys.
In the center of this cluster, there are several standing war trucks. The huge leader stands proudly on the roof, roaring into the air, driving his men forward.
When the first wave of high-speed off-road vehicles entered the shooting range, the position suddenly erupted with countless artillery fire, and lasers and explosive bombs formed a continuous barrage.
Some of the off-road vehicles rolled onto their sides and exploded into a ball of flames, others crashed directly behind them, but most of the vehicles drove resolutely toward the waiting human forces.
Suddenly, a group of assault motorcycles rushed out of the position, trying to intercept the Ork war motorcycles before they reached the wings. A huge Predator tank drove out of the smoke, and the gun barrel fired lasers to hit the advancing Ork off-road vehicles. Break up their formation before attacking.
The larger Malcador heavy tanks and Sikaran battle tanks continued to shoot at the green leather heavy armor, and their ferocious firepower stalled the impact of the green tide.
Just when the green skins outside the city were desperately fighting with humans, they did not expect that the place where they set out had already ushered in a more dangerous intruder.
"Crush them!"
Talos's chainsword smashed through an Ork who was wielding a menacing machete as he tried to flank the Terminator. The blow instantly shattered the greenskin's skull and even crushed his spine, sending the creature tumbling to the ground in a heap.
Half an hour ago, Talos and the Terminator team of the Astral Knights suddenly appeared at the hive gate through teleportation, seized control of the gate, and split the greenskin army into two.
But then the greenskins launched a ferocious counterattack. The most elite battle brothers of the Astral Knights resisted the sea of green muscles and the continuous rain of bullets. Their storm bolters smoked and exploded from the continuous firing. Exploded into countless deadly shrapnel at the gap, the Orks fell one after another, torn to pieces by continuous fire, but they continued to come, vowing to open the gate and support the troops outside.
Talos stood at the breach in the gate, standing on a pile of rubble, waving his chainsword that was blurred because it was too fast.
In his left hand he held a plasma pistol, scorching Orks who tried to rush towards him or struggled to find a clear path through the huddled greenskins.
This finely crafted pistol fires a torrent of blue energy that shatters Ork skulls and rips open their bellies without overheating even as it fires continuously.
At this moment, he was like a gray boulder blocking the opening of the green sea.
