Chapter 1057: Soul of Burning Steel (Part 2)

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Little Ruspel recognized the Predator tank and its owner—

The Iron Warriors, a renegade Legion 10,000 years ago, of course should no longer exist - young Ruspel was taught that all traitor Legions have been torn apart due to their corrupt nature.

So what they were facing now should be a war gang, but he couldn't recognize its specific name.

"Oh my gosh, it's not dead!"

The Brotherhood of Steel's Predator is moving, charging forward, its turrets turning to point at the undead vermin.

Little Ruspel immediately yelled in the cabin:

"Kill it! Kill it now!"

"I saw it!"

The gunner responded as the turret turned, standing silently with his finger on the trigger.

"Oh, come on!"

"Fire quickly!"

Young Ruspel shouted, the Predator was slowing down, the muzzle on the turret was staring directly at him.

"The ********* hand pressed the trigger, and the Destroyer Cannon screamed.

The shot struck the Predator's turret ring, blowing it away in a shower of molten armor as the secondary weapons team continued firing, washing over it with the fury of the sun.

Suddenly, the tank's interior was bathed in red light. The gunner removed his hand from the main gun trigger, looked for the coolant release lever behind him, under the main gun, and pulled it off.

Young Ruspel heard the refrigeration line snap with sudden pressure, and the red light turned amber.

He exhaled, just shy of the main gun releasing hot steam into the turret.

But now his vision was disturbed and he couldn't see what was happening in front of him, so he could only rely on thermal imaging.

"Boss..."

The gunner's voice was low at this time. Little Ruspel turned aside, glanced at the auspicious device, and spoke into the microphone.

"We should have taken out a Predator."

A red icon marks the location where the vehicle was killed, but a yellow icon flashes at the edge of the screen, indicating an unidentified target.

The Waldo destroyer did not go far.

"Aim to the left, there's something else over there."

"Boss, I saw it before we fired."

The gunner said suddenly, as if he had not heard what little Ruspel said.

Little Ruspel squinted his eyes and looked at the screen full of static interference. The yellow icon representing an unidentified vehicle was dimming, and the surrounding heat was also weakening.

"It looked like the wreckage was cooling, or they shut down the engine."

"Shit! I see enemy crews coming out of the wreckage."

The gunner suddenly shouted.

"It's not dead!"

"The target is still alive."

Little Ruspel immediately sent a message to the surrounding friendly forces:

"Repeat, the target is still alive and these bastards want to hide."

"They are the Astartes."

The gunner murmured, as if he was saying something ridiculous.

"...The enemy outside is the Space Marines."

When little Ruspel heard this, he thought of the iron skeleton on the body of the Predator.

Space Marine, the thought echoed in his mind.

Their enemies are Space Marines - even corrupted ones.

"I saw!"

When the driver suddenly shouted from the left side, little Ruspel immediately looked out of the periscope.

Sure enough, the target was right there, a gray iron-colored body with an obvious mark of being shelled, appearing in the rolling fog.

"Oops-"

The little Ruspel Steel opened its mouth, and the Predator's shell hit Malcador just as it turned hard, knocking the starboard gun emplacement away with a scream of metal breaking.

"Immortal pest, hold on!"

In the communicator, the commander of the Steel Grinder, who was in the same formation as Little Ruspel, was roaring loudly.

Then, the Makado tank accelerated and rushed out. Although he could try to fire now, the angle was not good and it was difficult to complete the kill.

But little Ruspel realized that something was wrong, because the enemy had more than one tank.

But the undead vermin was also taking fire, he could hear explosions and the sound of the enemy Predator's main gun firing, and the tank was turning rapidly, trying to turn its front armor towards the enemy.

"Damn it!"

Another dull explosion echoed in the smoke-filled cabin, and the enemy opened fire again. The Undead Vermin tried to turn, but the Predator was faster, and it only took a few seconds to turn behind it again.

Little Ruspel tried to breathe, the police lights came on amid the wail of the engine, and the correspondent was screaming into the microphone.

Dozens of thoughts crowded into his mind.

The enemy is coming up behind them, they have to turn, they have to fight back, they have to—

Boom——

Suddenly, something hit the front armor, and the whole car sounded like a gong as if it had been kicked by a Titan.

Little Ruspel's head hit the gun mount, and he felt the edges of his vision go dark, and the force hit his back like a rag doll.

Then he realized there was blood inside the eyepiece, there was ringing in his ears, and his mind went dark.

"fire!"

he shouted, but the tank was shaking with warning lights and all that could be heard was the gunner yelling that he saw something.

"The enemy is finished!"

A violent explosion suddenly came from outside, and little Ruspel quickly put on the periscope.

It turned out that the Steel Grinder successfully caught the opponent, and the shell hit the Predator's rear armor and got in in the blink of an eye.

The Predator exploded, a cloud of fire exploding in the fog, carrying chunks of armor with it, the turret blasting away from behind like leaves in a strong wind.

For a moment, the thick fog was stained with the color of blood and molten metal, and then the flames gradually extinguished, leaving only black smoke covering the remains of the tank.

Little Ruspel blinked and nodded.

"Thank you so much Emperor."

A second later he opened the external microphone line.

"Call the Steel Grinder."

A wave of curses filled his ears, and for some reason it made him smile.

"Thank you for saving one of our lives."

"Ha, you're welcome."

At this moment, a red neon jet penetrated the fog and contacted the Steel Grinder.

In an instant, a bright white ball of light came out of the air.

The Malcador tank exploded, jets of molten metal shot out from all directions of the body, and even a ball of steel flew out of the dead tank, hitting the Undead Pest, making it look like a child. It shook like an overturned doll.

"No!! Damn it!!"

Little Ruspel was so enraged that he ignored the bloody gash on his forehead and pressed his entire face against the periscope.

"Damn it! So you're here! I've got you now, bastard!"

He saw the Waldo Destroyer six hundred meters away. It was lurking in a huge crater and was retracting the piston supporting the blade, apparently preparing to move.