In addition to the strike team, Charles also saw the figure of the Pale Wanderer. He and his apprentices were using waves of lightning and fire to clear away the aliens one after another, and only nearly half of the recruits they brought were still alive. , and the survivors all looked like they had just come back from hell.
Ciel felt a sense of discomfort, which was exactly the same as last time.
He suppressed the memory of that action and moved on. Now is not the time for introspection.
Suddenly, an alien stood in front of him and slashed at him with its claw blade.
The guy's body was covered with scars and bleeding everywhere, but even so, he was still very dangerous.
Ciel blocked the opponent's attack with an axe, gritted his teeth to endure the pain of the wound being torn open, and broke one of the opponent's legs.
The monster fell screaming, but the cry was quickly interrupted by his battle axe.
The square was filled with screaming, clawing monsters, lying on every surface, hiding behind every sculpture and pillar, and gathering around the statue of the Ascension of the Emperor.
Although the firepower of the third company briefly blocked their advance, the two sides had already had several close encounters, which meant that the number of aliens had exceeded the firepower threshold of the Man-eating Sharks.
"All units, move closer to my signal and fight these monsters back. We-"
"Fight for the Emperor!"
A rough, wild new voice broke into the comms, filling the air with the roar of explosive weapons and chainsaws.
The Red Brother's terminator trudged into the battlefield.
"Cheer up, brothers! Let these aliens see how the Sons of the Void deal with monsters who dare to blaspheme the Emperor!"
They rushed past Char as a Genestealer's head flew up and bounced off Char's armor.
Wherever these berserkers went, rivers of alien blood flowed.
The team leader Mayo swung his thunder hammer, and the ground shattered under his feet. The head of his war hammer was surrounded by a blue energy halo, dancing to drive away the gene stealers.
Ten Terminator veterans smashed into the Genestealers like embodiments of the Emperor's wrath, adamantine chainsaws tearing the chitinous carapace to pieces, punches and hammers turning the alien flesh into鑑粉.
The alien commotion was nothing compared to their fury.
Facing these killing machines, the gene stealers began to appear hesitant. Without the guidance of the nest master, the instincts of these dark-loving creatures were their own worst enemies.
They are not as suitable for fighting in open areas as other Tyranids. They are venomous snakes suitable for sneak attacks in narrow areas. In this situation, their instinctive reaction should be to retreat.
"later!"
Charles heard a warning coming from the communicator and turned around, just in time to intercept a gene stealer that was flying towards him.
Todor came towards him with several Terminators. These veterans passed through the alien array like blood-red wedges. The black-haired Todor's face was covered with blood, and almost only the left side of his jaw remained. Bones, barely visible muscle, but he kept fighting, pounding away at the aliens with his storm bolter.
The original color of other people's armors can no longer be seen. Only the skull emblem is still intact, and the armors are covered with countless scratches.
"Company Master, what is our goal now?"
Todor said as he punched a large hole in the torso of a Genestealer.
"The goal remains the same, find the wreckage of the Mechanical Ark."
Ciel took advantage of the situation and smashed an alien to the ground.
"Good idea, this is full of Genestealers."
Todor's laughter thundered over the sounds of the melee.
Ciel couldn't understand the sense of humor of his comrades. A genestealer rushed towards him. He reached out and grabbed the alien's chest. The thing waved its claws and tried to scratch him, while Ciel jerked his head toward him. In front of him, he hit the monster in the face with a headbutt.
The alien skull shattered on the ground, and Ciel conveniently put it aside.
He has always been a wild man, and while most Sharks are far removed from their feral origins, some still follow the instincts they brought with them from those primitive worlds.
"Joke aside, we are indeed at a disadvantage now, company commander, we are facing an entire army."
"Indeed, but this army is currently without a leader and lacks organization."
Charles replied that he did not explain how he knew this, and his subordinates cooperated by not pressing the matter further.
"We have to meet up with the others, and then together we'll fight them off."
He caught up and reached the front of the line. They all worked together to charge towards the place where the Emperor's statue had fallen.
On the battlefield, the most conspicuous ones are the two think tanks. They are like an island chain in the violent sea, trying their best to stay on top of the waves.
As Ciel and others got closer and closer, the gene stealers began to flee in all directions.
The Pale Wanderer used lightning to scorch a slower alien, and his scarred face showed a smile when he saw Ciel.
"I thought you would never come back. I don't want to explain to the chapter leader how you let me get killed."
"Don't speak too soon, the mission is not over yet."
Charles responded impatiently. He admitted that the other party had saved him many times, but the old guy's tone always made him inexplicably annoyed.
"At least we have reinforcements on hand."
The Pale Wanderer pointed forward with his scepter. The red brothers were rampaging through the square, stepping over piles of dead alien corpses. The chain saws were constantly harvesting the aliens, and the explosive guns in their hands never stopped for a moment.
The beasts were forced to run up the stairs and hide in the darkness. The leader, Mayo, stepped over a dying Genestealer with a war hammer and rushed towards a screaming alien aberration.
The beast spread its arms as if to challenge him.
Mayo rushed straight up, and then got out from behind it, leaving the alien broken in two.
"And it's a very efficient reinforcement."
Just a few minutes ago, the third company was still struggling to death, but now the aliens were being driven out of the battlefield by them.
"Why would the Chapter Master send them here? Unless..."
The Pale Wanderer didn't finish his words. Ciel knew what he meant, but he didn't say it either.
This meant that the Chapter Master was disappointed with his command.
The pale wanderer glanced at the recruits who had just experienced a harsh battle, and then whispered:
"They need to rest, let's... stop for a while."
At this moment, a message marked with the highest command authority appeared on the helmets of all the command levels of the Shark Chapter in words rather than language. The content above was simple, but it surprised everyone.
"Suspend the attack and all companies will assemble in the C09 area."
