When the psychic storm broke out, hundreds of small troop carriers had already broken through the clouds and escaped. The troop carriers descended on the predetermined location like locusts. The air was filled with the heat of the engines, and the roar of the huge propellers shook the sky. ring.
In the distant sky, the purple sky is boiling, trembling, and spitting out countless lightnings.
Some landing ships were struck by lightning, and their flaming hulls floated in the air and fell instantly.
On the ground, Colonel Dro Acat and his team finally walked out of the cabin of the troop carrier and entered the war zone.
He saw on both sides of him, rows of transport ships were unloading soldiers and sending them into the battlefield. It was roughly estimated that there were more than two thousand people, and a large number of vehicles were also unloaded at the same time.
After observing the surroundings, the colonel tapped his communication bead.
"I am Colonel Dro Acat, calling each company to count the number of people and equipment as soon as possible."
Responses came one after another.
Beside him, the pastor was holding his scripture and looking at the sky tremblingly.
"Oh, that's too bad."
he muttered.
"Too bad, that landing in Calicia was just a walk in the garden compared to this..."
"For the sake of the Emperor, can you shut up?"
The chaplain turned his bony face toward the colonel with an expression of surprise.
"It's okay, Colonel. I didn't turn on the communicator, so no one can hear me."
The colonel smiled wryly.
"I heard you, you were scaring me."
Suddenly, a Chaos Hell Claw passed by and strafed the battlefield. Everyone hurriedly hid behind the bunker, and the sound of soldiers screaming could be heard hundreds of meters away.
In the storm, two imperial fighter jets were frantically pursuing this bold heretic fighter plane, and the trails of both sides quickly disappeared.
"Where is the political commissar?"
The colonel stood up from behind the bunker and looked around, but did not see the political commissar.
"If he didn't log in, then he couldn't come."
The priest looked up into the air and shook his head.
At this time, the communication soldier raised his head from a powerful communication machine he was carrying.
"Sir, I have been linking to the orbital communication channel, but I have not been able to contact the political commissar's troop transport. This storm destroyed a large number of ships, and the number of sunk is still being counted. We are lucky, before the storm really started. Just landed.”
The colonel roared some curse words that he could not hear clearly, felt a chill, and noticed the subtle expressions on his men's faces after the bad news spread.
Then he raised his laser rifle and opened the communication bead. Now he must quickly gather his troops and get everyone moving.
"What are you waiting for?"
Dro Acat shouted.
"Chimera unfolds the diamond formation! Quick! Forward, for Cadian, advance!"
But in Fortress No. 7, Ustad encountered trouble.
At first their airborne landing went smoothly, and they quickly defeated the enemies besieging the fortress. However, when they began to transport refugees, enemy harassment continued uninterrupted.
If it were just that, it wouldn't be called a trouble.
But for some reason, four hours after Ustad airborne, enemies suddenly appeared from all directions, and they were no longer the weak cultists before, but a large number of Chaos Space Marines. The outer area of Fortress No. 7 fell instantly, which was even more fatal. What's more, there are also a certain number of wizards among the enemies.
If Ustad hadn't been the first person in the war group to awaken the Gray Marrow, the fortress would have fallen long ago, but the actual situation was similar.
"Brothers! Hold it!"
Lasers roared past Ustad as he dove into the enemy, plasma pistols thundering, knocking two Chaos Space Marines to the ground with a gaping hole in their chests.
His target was a robed wizard who had driven at least a hundred defenders in the area insane and killing each other.
Seeing the Astartes coming, the wizard chose to retreat, and the heretics in black armor drew their pistols from their waists in an attempt to cover the wizard's escape.
"Don't leave!"
Ustad, with his gray marrow fully activated, swept past like a hurricane. He first chopped down a heretic with his sword, and then fired a shot at a guy who was holding an ax high and shouting the name of the Blood God, vaporizing the opponent's head and removing his helmet. It flew up - and then he felt a sharp blow and someone shot him in the chest.
Six or seven bolt rounds hit his breastplate, and then a cold pain shot through his heart.
For a moment, his vision seemed to turn gray, because his body was trying its best to resist the influence of low temperature. The metallic liquid formed by the gray marrow blocked the impact of the explosion under the black carapace, but it also accelerated the loss of body temperature. .
Suddenly, the pain disappeared and Ustad's mind cleared as the armor pumped painkillers and stimulants into his bloodstream.
A round exploded in his shoulder. Ustad fired at a guy who was hastily reloading, then rushed forward and killed him with a backhand blow.
Before the traitor's body fell to the floor, he had jumped up and landed in the passage where the wizard had fled.
"Warp monster, die!"
"asshole....."
The wizard looked at the extinguished flames in his hands, feeling nothing but fear and confusion.
What about his power? ? ?
Obviously he had a hundred ways to kill the guy in front of him, but now he couldn't use any of them. At this time, he suddenly realized how several of his colleagues died before.
"Who is the monster?"
The wizard cursed in his heart and ran faster. Ustad chased after him and switched to his bolt pistol, shooting at every enemy in front of him.
Behind Ustad, Heavy Weaponist Kamath squatted on the roof, shooting at the enemy lines with plasma machine guns wildly. Many cultists and Chaos Space Marines were blown to pieces in a plasma storm, and most of the survivors were also seriously injured.
"If you still have any fighting spirit, turn around and face me!"
Ustad advanced on the wizard like a hunting lion, his lips parted in a wild roar.
If it was the last thing he did, he would ensure that the traitor felt the Emperor's just judgment.
Suddenly, behind him, he heard someone in the distance shouting to be careful.
The cry saved Ustad's life, and he quickly turned his head and leaned down, nearly having his head scratched open by a flailing power claw.
The Chaos Space Marine lunged at him and sliced a deep gash into his left shoulder with a glowing power blade, before Ustad slashed his power sword across the wrist and brought his palm and power claws together. Qi cut off, and then shot the guy three times in the chest.
The Chaos Space Marine staggered and fell as bullets ripped through armor, but the sorcerer fled.
"hateful!"
Seeing the two Chaos Space Marines jumping out and blocking the way, Ustad shouted angrily, his whole body turned into an afterimage, and then the power sword drew a shining arc.
In an instant, sparks flew, liquid sprayed, and a Chaos Space Marine's arm was cut off. At the same time, a biting cold invaded their souls, making their thinking stagnant and their movements sluggish.
Ustad is like slaughtering, beheading the opponent one by one in one or two strokes.
