"Fighters! Get on top!"
Facing the sea-like tide of insects, Soshiyang knew that retreating would be disastrous. At this time, the brave would win when they meet on a narrow road.
At this time, the melta and plasma weapons equipped with a large number of Astral Knights played a key role, causing considerable range damage to the crowded enemies. At the same time, the automatic cannon of the Sikaran battle tank also turned into a meat grinder.
With the help of heavy firepower, the assault team rushed forward and fired explosive bombs around them, trying to delay the insect tide for a moment.
Behind the team, other soldiers threw plasma grenades, but the explosion was completely overwhelmed by the insect swarm, leaving a piece of snow-white torn muscle.
The gap created by the explosion was quickly filled, and the raging insect wave engulfed a battle brother for the first time.
Ustad too fell headlong into the suffocating numbers, his bolters useless, and he barely had time to exchange his bolter for his chainsword before he was engulfed.
Nearly everyone was locked in a blind battle, a sea of flesh blotting out all light, and the creatures rising around them like quicksand.
Slugs coiled around Ustad's thighs and torso, the warning runes of his power armor began to flicker, his teeth wrestling with ceramite.
Eventually, the chainsaw blade tore through the disgusting maggots.
Although he can barely move his arms, anything that touches his chainsword is shredded, enough for him to take one step forward, and then the next.
Ustad felt like he was being held by a tentacle that was constantly relaxing and then tightening.
Blood splattered everywhere, covering everything.
Soon, his chain sword began to work poorly due to the blockage of blood clots. The corpses he had previously stepped on began to become slippery, and some of them burst under his heavy steps, but they almost made his steps slip.
This was very dangerous and if he fell, death would come quickly.
There were torn slugs, tentacles and teeth everywhere.
Ustad slashed, sawed, minced, and worked his way up.
He was unable to contact his nearest brothers, and the only signs of their presence were the displays on his retinas and the shouts coming from the communication channels.
Farzad was nearby, and the voice of the third company commander was always there, giving orders, admonishing, and cursing the enemy with creative and vicious words.
The ruthlessness and endless anger in his voice never changed.
Suddenly, he heard a series of sharp rubbing sounds, and the identification rune of a brother in the company turned red, then flashed and disappeared.
Ustad looked in the direction of the fallen warrior and saw a Plague Marine pulling out a rusty and venomous blade from his brother's chest. The fallen corpse was soon submerged in the tide of slugs.
"hateful!!"
Ustad roared angrily, threw away the slugs around him and rushed towards the heretic.
Gray marrow began to surge in his body, and soon the slugs that approached him froze to death, unable to stop his progress.
The Plague Warrior who had just killed an Astral Knight realized that someone was rushing towards him. However, the biting cold made his limbs extremely stiff and made his speed extremely slow.
The moment he turned around, the disgusting, maggot-covered head of the Plague Warrior was already flying high into the air.
"Push forward, guys!"
Soshyan's voice sounded at the right time.
"We will not fail here, we will never fail! Because our opponents are heretics, and their souls are extremely weak! Treat them as the lowest beasts. We are the will of the Emperor and will not submit to Despicable souls succumb! Let these monsters succumb to us, filling the graves of their own choosing with their corpses, they cannot stop us, they are a rotten past, and we are on our way to the most glorious victory!! "
He spoke without interruption, with a percussive rhythm, every syllable a swipe, every word the death of a Plague Marine, every word a step closer to victory.
In fact, Soshyan had rushed to the front of the team alone, even dozens of meters further than the first row of soldiers, and he was facing dozens of plague warriors alone.
But the flame of the Holy Flame Sword, accompanied by the surge of gray marrow, became increasingly hot, making him almost become a bright light in the sea of blasphemy.
And those plague warriors were like moths flying toward the flames.
Destroyed at a touch!
Ustad listened to the Chapter Master's words, and even though he almost slipped on the twisted corpse, he was still gripped by the belief that he would win.
How could a mere heretic defeat steel will and tenacity?
The absurdity of such a thing gave him the strength to remain standing, cut off his enemy again, and take the next step.
As for death or verbal provocation, the Plague Soldiers were not provoked and became anxious. They approached at their own speed, slowly, continuously, and without mercy.
Dark shapes, dark lines, the followers of Nurgle slowly unfolded, advancing steadily.
Soshyan could smell the disease and decay on them, and feel the heat emanating from the infected bodies, while his ears were filled with frothy throat and pulmonary embolus-like gurgling sounds, flies in the smoke. Hovering, buzzing and head-scratching—they were almost fattened by corpses.
Soshyan's pace began to quicken, first to a trot, then to a canter, the heavy decks splashing with wet mud and the ground shaking as he charged.
Raise your arms! Raise your sword! Head down!
The main and secondary guns of the Lander and Predator behind were also roaring, and in the dim light scattered by the smoke, dark red tongues of flame were spitting out from the muzzles.
The plagues at the front collapsed, rolled down, overturned, and exploded. The broken armor exploded due to the impact of the explosion, and rotten flesh and liquid sprayed like a shower.
The gunfire of the Plague Marines then began to respond, flashing and roaring through the slow-moving column.
But they had no more chances, Soshyan was already pasting them.
The collision of metal and metal, plastic steel and ceramic steel produced bursts of echoes, spreading like ripples and spreading along the battlefield, like heavy hammers struck from thousands of anvils.
Soshyan is no longer alone as before, a company of terminators came with great power, and they brought down the enemy's vanguard! Crush! trample! Ruthlessly execute fallen enemies with swords and bullets, using the corpses as stepping stones for subsequent troops.
Every meter the warriors move forward is a battle, and every meter makes no difference.
The leaders are none other than Soshyan, Talos and Maximilian.
They formed a group of three and formed the leading edge of the attack. They led the entire team forward and charged forward fiercely. In one moment, the Plague Warriors' defense line collapsed!
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