Originally, in Stryker's plan, their raid would be carried out in secret, and by the time the enemy found out, they had already returned to their stronghold.
But he overlooked one thing: not everyone has the same determination to resist to the end as he does.
Not long after the team set off, a traitor leaked this information to Heretic. Although he didn't know Stryker's specific plan, he knew that now was the time when the stronghold's defense was at its weakest.
So an attack ensued, followed by massacre.
By the time Stryker hurried back to the stronghold, it was already too late.
The sky above Crest Fortress was burning, and the flames also burned the entire earth. The bombing of enemy planes blasted the ancient lookout into flaming holes, melted the towering city walls, and destroyed the towers and flat streets.
In the burning corridor, black figures were passing by.
Those figures roared and gasped, taking away lives one by one with their foul-smelling claws.
"Brunei!"
With a roar, Stryker kicked open a door, raised his bolt pistol and fired.
In the thick smoke, he looked so tall, like an Astartes, and on his rock-hard face, there were a pair of bright eyes.
Scanning the surrounding darkness allows him to fire bullets at enemies lurking nearby.
In the nearby smoke, the red-eyed monsters shuddered and exploded, blood splattering on the stone walls.
Suddenly, several laser beams cut the air near him, so Stryker immediately fired back, then spread his legs and ran faster, weaving between the fallen bodies.
On the tarmac in front, there was a group of people fighting. In front of the boarding gate, two militiamen with bloody heads were fighting with their commander, Brunei.
"Let us pass quickly, you bastard."
"Shameful deserter!"
Stryker could hear one of them yelling.
"You let us wait here to die, let us pass quickly."
Stryker saw one of them pull out a pistol and tried to stop him but it was too late.
The gun fired before Stryker could reach the man.
Colonel Catachan, filled with rage, smashed the shooter's jaw with the handle of his pistol, sending the man flying up the stairs, then lifted up the other man and threw him down, still burning. on the stair rail.
But Brunei has fallen into a pool of blood.
"I...I have informed the floating barge according to your order, and they are ready to retreat...Leave me alone, you leave quickly, or..."
"Shut up!"
Gunter cursed and tried to help Brunei up, but his hands were covered with blood after just a glance.
"Let's go together."
"I can't wait that long, I'm going to die... You should retreat quickly, sir."
Brunei said painfully, his voice sharp and hoarse.
Retreat, retreat, retreat again!
Stryker hated why he, a Catachan, had to endure so much humiliation.
"Don't fucking talk about retreating! Attica couldn't defend me and I ran away! Olympia Mountain didn't defend me and I ran away! The Red Sand Mountains didn't defend me and I ran away! Today I, Stryker, won't run away."
On the tarmac, Stryker heard the sharp roar of the floating barge's jet engines, which meant that the last one was about to take off.
"quick--"
Brunei grabbed Stryker's clothes.
For a moment, Stryker thought Brunei wanted him to take him with him.
But the opponent's body suddenly turned into a blood mist, and Stryker was frightened and took a big step back.
At the top of the stairs, the twisted vanguard of Chaos has surrounded them.
It turned out that Brunei vaguely saw their figures along Stryker's shoulders, so he reluctantly used his body to protect him and blocked the bullet for his commander.
Stryker slowly stood up, eyes burning with fire.
He first used one bullet to blow up the nearby soldiers with horned skulls, and the second and third bullets also blew up the bodies of the other two enemies.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth bullets knocked several enemies into the air, causing them to fall directly onto their comrades who were still climbing the stairs.
But the sound of empty bullets came from the seventh round.
So he threw the bolt pistol aside and slowly retreated to the entrance of the boarding tunnel.
Following the smoke, he could hear the rotten smell of chaos and hear the buzzing of huge flies.
Maybe the enemy will rush in front of him in the next second.
Suddenly, an automatic cannon roared and opened fire at the brutal enemy troops. This devastating firepower was fired from a nearby corner.
Stryker turned around and saw the strong man with a fish-shaped tattoo on his face.
It's a hedgehog.
Hedgehog was in a sentry gun position near the boarding area, providing covering fire for Stryker.
"Hurry up and get on the barge, the last one is still waiting for you."
Stryker raced through the strong winds generated by the barge's engines.
At the moment when the cabin door was about to close, Stryker jumped into the cabin.
Enemy bullets are hitting the fuselage constantly.
Stryker's face fell heavily to the cabin floor, leaving a gurgling blood on his face.
He stared at the group of militiamen rushing outside the cabin, hoping to catch the last flight.
"Open the door!"
Stryker shouted angrily:
"Are you all fucking deaf? Open it quickly."
But none of the crew members seemed to hear him, so Stryker stood up with difficulty and pulled the cabin lever.
The door suddenly opened and the hedgehog jumped up.
After that, everyone quickly closed the hatch.
"Now."
he shouted to the crew members in the cockpit.
"Take off quickly!"
The next second, the jet engine made a deafening scream, but the anti-air laser fire broke the boarding pipe, causing the barge to accidentally break a column, and the body began to shake.
Beneath the shuttle, the fortress was burning in a sea of flames.
In order to escape, the pilot seemed to forget everything - regulations, aircraft limits and even his mother's name, and frantically adjusted the jet engine power to the limit.
After the shuttle's tail nozzle spewed out a ball of black smoke, it suddenly sprayed out a ball of flame.
"Engine failure!!"
This is the most despairing sound.
The floating barge began to descend, and the fortress below it was being eaten away by flames like a dying man.
Stryker stood up with difficulty and reluctantly walked to the porthole. The scene in front of him was simply his dream - flames blooming like flowers. This pale and dim green flame seemed to be given life and swallowed up the whole world. The whole world……
He tightened his grip on his Catachan Scimitar, knowing that if the Emperor had chosen to summon him here, he would have taken enough of the traitor heads before heading to the throne.
With a bang, the barge fell heavily back to the ground.
"Come on!! Traitors!!!!"
The moment the hatch opened, Stryker jumped down with a roar, holding the scimitar in his hand high.
Suddenly, a strong gust of air passed over him.
Stryker raised his head and saw several silver-gray metal war eagles.
Their hatches were all opened, and under Stryker's shocked gaze, blue-gray figures carrying jetpacks jumped up from the hatches, and made a sound that he had never heard in his life, which was enough to freeze his soul. scream.
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