The Alpha G67M issued an order despite the roar of the plasma rifle, and retreated while firing in laser rapid fire mode.
But for every alien killed, two more burst out of the shadows.
Genestealers are pouring out from all directions, constantly jumping into battle.
Just three minutes ago, just five minutes after leaving the landing point, Reza's reconnaissance team was besieged by a large group of enemies. It was obvious that the enemies had no intention of launching an attack at the beginning - they obviously did not want the intruders to have the opportunity to escape from the landing site. The hulk evacuated, so it waited until the recon team was far away from the landing site before launching an attack.
Normally, Genestealers are cunning and cunning creatures, but now they charge forward regardless, as if filled with rage.
Alpha G67M learned from the big data network that this kind of berserker-like tactics could only be produced by the intervention of some kind of alien leader called the "nest master".
Suddenly, Alpha G67M twisted its body and avoided a sharp claw.
The claws of the Genestealers can easily cut through the armor of battle tanks, and the armor of the Rangers is as fragile as silk in front of them.
But this is not a reason for failure. We must fulfill our responsibilities to the God of All Machines.
All Rangers wore helmets of black steel inlaid with bronze, engraved with their squad rankings, and the aliens hissed in the shadows, drawn to the glow of their weapons and the terrifying energy they emitted. burst or dissolve.
A gene thief quickly approached him, constantly advancing and retreating in front of Alpha G67M, trying to find a loophole.
After missing a hit, the gene thief jumped up again. Alpha G67M waved his arm, and the sharp blade popped out of his hand, cutting open the alien head from bottom to top, and then the headless body fell heavily to the ground.
Alpha G67M chanted, leading his squad through the ritual of reckoning.
Team members responded with respectful feedback.
Neither fear nor doubt are variables that affect a Skitarii. While ordinary people may feel anxiety, Skitarii only feel anticipation.
Alpha G67M's vision flickered again when a distant being joined the induction chain. All Alphas were able to enter the optics of their squad members at short range, and the current sage performing the operation could Connect with every warrior in your unit, even across vast distances.
When he felt the sage's cold assessment of the alien species through his own eyes, Alpha G67M held his breath devoutly.
All those appearing here are pure-blooded gene stealers. Apparently they have reproduced for countless generations in the huge hulk. Perhaps they were once life forms with human characteristics, but now only the carapace and shells of the abominable Tyranids remain. Claws.
The reconnaissance team formed a circular defense formation and kept firing at the approaching aliens. The plasma rifles kept shaking in their hands. The high-temperature lasers pierced the alien skulls one after another, scorching the carapace as it passed through and flowed out of the other side.
They were not standing still, but were spinning and moving at an incredibly regular pace, shooting again and again.
Alpha G67M stands at the center of the team, and as he moves, he notices the team's position, calculates the efficiency of their current shooting patterns, and constantly identifies their shortcomings.
After moving more than ten meters, he took a step forward and smashed the butt of his gun into a fangjaw who was trying to sneak attack.
The next moment, the alien's skull shrank and exploded, splattering against the front of his armor.
By the time it fell, he was already looking for new prey.
He transmitted this command along the network of neural nodes connecting his team members, and they responded with actions rather than words, immediately tightening their formation into a tighter square.
The plasma gun hissed, creating steaming gaps in the wave of alien shells that tried to overwhelm the scout team.
Alpha G67M warned a team member as an alien with more limbs and claws emerged from among countless smaller vermin and lunged at him with a bone sword.
That should be a boss.
Ryza's warriors responded calmly, the rifles in their hands roaring and firing, again and again, until the leader staggered and fell, its body shrinking and steaming under the terrible energy erosion.
In the high altitude, the Greedy Eagle fighter jets were also constantly conducting covering fire, cooperating with the reconnaissance team on the ground in almost perfect rhythm.
Now the team has moved to the rear of the warship wreckage. Alpha G67M chose this place for a reason. According to the scan, there are still defense facilities that can be used.
This facility towers above the angry alien ocean. It looks like a hill made of metal and solid stone. It was originally designed to resist the invasion of the stern power system by gang jumpers and has its own reserve energy.
Alpha G67M needed to know if it could still start, so he broke away from the team and went to the facility's control panel.
As the probe penetrated, and with the blessing of the God of All Machines, he successfully activated the defense facilities.
Amidst the hoarse sound of mechanical transmission, the defense array composed of spherical turrets made of plastic steel began to rotate and roll continuously, pouring automatic cannons and purifying flames on the front of the facility.
Despite the ferocious firepower, these defenses did little to slow down the crazy wave of chitin. The sea of angry chitin still surged towards its walls. Soon these defenses would fall silent, and cartridges and fuel barrels would be destroyed. It was exhausted, but it bought enough time for the reconnaissance team.
At this moment, speed is everything.
The Alpha G67M knows there is something too precious and important here to allow it to be wasted so barbarically - which is why the Rangers are sent here.
There is a 99% probability that they will all die here, but through their eyes, the sages will understand the situation inside the hulk and formulate the final strategy.
This is enough, and the God of All Machines will grant them a glorious death.
With the servo system neighing, Alpha G67M bent its huge anti-joint legs and jumped behind the defense facility. The other rangers did the same, but the aliens still clung to them, and a large number of ghosts appeared in front of them. shadow.
Realizing that something had to be sacrificed, Alpha G67M decisively initiated a certain protocol.
In an instant, the roar of the Greedy Vulture's propellers was heard in the sky, and a row of plasma flames surged out of their bodies, just like the most common showerheads in bathrooms, but the water they spilled was not harmless.
