The automatic reaction lenses of the Rangers had automatically dimmed before the plasma light burst out, but those angry roars told Alpha G67M that the aliens were not so lucky.
In combat, a few minutes can be an eternity.
As if to prove the painful truth, a beam of plasma penetrated one of the Genestealers as it scaled the parapet, reducing the beast to a slag of bones.
The Greedy Eagle-type robot released a destructive plasma torrent in a self-destructive manner, instantly blasting away a large blank area from the alien encirclement.
[We are the fangs of the almighty mechanical god]
When the light gradually fades and darkness returns, Alpha G67M announces in a calm code.
[Start joint purification agreement]
Throughout the ranks, the Rangers fired in perfect sync, blasting lasers and blinding plasma into the darkness, tearing the vermin to pieces.
A collapsed barricade exploded into a flaming cloud under a barrage of grenades, incinerating the aliens lurking within.
One of them staggered toward the reconnaissance team, but the crisscrossing torrent instantly threw it back into the melting fire.
【War is our sacrament】
Alpha G67M chanted, using codecs to amplify the hymn like white noise, conveying the current of loyalty in the team.
He was shaped by the Sage himself, stripped from death and reassembled from fragments into a perfect warrior, and his mission is to fulfill all the long-cherished wishes of the God of Machines.
[Without it, we are empty vessels, waiting for the promethium of divine resentment]
The Rangers responded with a chorus of hoarse voices and gear static, singing praises to the God of All Machines as they washed away the alien stain.
Although the tactics were appropriate, they still could not make up for the numerical gap. The reconnaissance team lost two teammates. They were torn out of the queue while moving and fell into a tangle of claws and teeth.
But the procession kept moving forward, as ruthlessly as the will of the God of All Machines.
Leaving the ruins of the warship, the reconnaissance team entered deeper into the ruins, which no one had ever reached before.
Through the markings on the ship, the Alpha G67M system analyzed that it was an Astartes strike cruiser, belonging to the Dark Angels Chapter, but the specific model could not be analyzed.
It was calm at first as they passed through the passage, but when they entered the ruins of the broken bridge, the darkness boiled again.
Alpha G67M signaled the team members to form a line, and they fired continuously, creating a passage in the sea of frenzied aliens.
Just beyond the jumping figures, he could see two other huge figures striding forward.
[Priority target: Zerg leader, weapon energy switch: plasma mode]
A moment later, nine plasma rifles adjusted their firing modes and screamed in unison.
The Stealer leader staggered as a blast of plasma shot into its chest.
Then it became enraged and lunged forward, only to collapse moments later screaming - black bile and steam spurting from its open jaws.
The other giant beast immediately broke out into a mad dash, and in its eagerness to close the distance, it knocked away the dense group of its smaller relatives.
[Within optimal range, Alpha]
[Confirmed that the Conqueror Agreement is being implemented]
Alpha G67M hung up the rifle, walked forward, and took off the curved hammer from his belt.
With a snap of his wrist, the weapon activated, energy crackling around the club, feeling his battle nodes tremble with mercy as the weapon connected with him.
When Alpha G67M began to trot, the ferocious machine soul in the Arc Warhammer let out an urgent static pulse roar - it longed for war, just like a master longs to become stronger, and is always greedy.
The Alfa G67M knows this feeling well and welcomes the opportunity to indulge it.
Metal is far superior to flesh, a lesson these swarm minds have yet to learn, but the God of All Machines will teach it today if He wills.
The Arc Hammer was swung by the Alpha G67M in a tight circle around it, the Arc Generator hissing in the air as the giant chitinous beast approached.
But before the actual contact, the poor creature was already faltering, and black blood foam was dripping from its chin. Even the killing machine bred by the terrifying alien could not be immune to the scorching death breath of the mechanical god. .
For Alpha G67M, the enemy's status is not much different. The sooner this node creature is brought down, the sooner the other bugs will disperse, and the faster the team members can complete their mission.
The next moment, he dodged the first sweep of two of the four arms and brought the hammer down on its exposed elbow joint.
Electricity surged through the limbs, and the surrounding Genestealers howled in pain like phantom pain.
Alpha G67M took a step back, narrowly avoiding the claw tip of the second attack. When the aiming array aimed at a weak spot on the monster's carapace, a smile appeared on the face hidden under the helmet.
This creature has exposed too many flaws.
In the blink of an eye, the Alpha G67M lunged forward, slamming its warhammer into its knees, elbows, and finally its jaw, shattering each bone in turn in a burst of crackling blue lightning.
When he stepped back, the alien collapsed.
The beast gasped and tried to stand up, but before it could stand up, the Alpha G67M had pressed the barrel against its broad skull and pulled the trigger.
As the creature fell, there was a commotion among the alien swarm, and then the creatures began to retreat.
Alpha G67M knew that this was only a temporary reprieve and that they would soon be gone and back again, so he signaled them to walk towards a closed door.
After passing through here and walking through another passage, they may be able to reach the core of the target——
Mechanical Ark, Blood Red.
But before it could be opened, the heavy metal door, which was five meters high and two meters thick, was torn open by a huge force. Four extremely huge claws were revealed in the darkness, and the sensors all over the Alpha G67M started to work. Flashing like crazy——
[Contact: Genestealer Nest Master, Threat Level: High]
Alpha G67M transmits the last data.
[The coordinates are as follows——]
His service to the God of All Machines may end here, but the alien filth will also be purified.
"Report! The fifth reconnaissance team lost contact!"
On the Meteorite, after hearing the news, Deejay Katona's frown turned into a mess.
All five reconnaissance teams were wiped out. The fastest one lost all contact three minutes after landing. The last one lasted for more than forty-three minutes. Originally, he had placed high hopes on them, thinking that they would be defeated by the God of All Machines. Under the care of the God, I was able to walk to the area of Mechanical Ark.
Unexpectedly, they failed to reach their target in the end.
Fifty elite rangers, the loss of five chief alphas, even Deejay Katona, who has a big business, feels heartache. These are not cannon fodder, but require a lot of resources and a certain amount of luck to shape them. Elites, if converted in cold value, each of them is no less expensive than a fully armed Astartes.
As a result, they were all lost in this damn hulk!
