They were a group of beast-like beings, with almost human-shaped bodies, but they were all as stooped as apes. Huge eyes as big as teacups occupied monkey-like faces. Their skin was pale and sick, with traces of mutated diseases dripping with pus. And spiked collars.
Jacob somehow remembered the corrupted woods, and he realized that these people might be the human version of that woods in a sense.
But the scariest thing is that these creatures are clearly, or were, humans.
But none of that mattered now. Under his watch, the attacker recovered from the shock of the explosion.
Armin threw another grenade at this time, and another powerful explosion illuminated the darkness, once again killing a dozen twisted monsters, their muscles were torn apart, and blood spattered on the survivors.
Blinded by the unfamiliar light of the explosion, they flinched, their clawed and webbed hands covering their huge eyes.
The smell of blood and the pressure of waiting made the beast within Jacob rage, and he sprang from his hiding place, bolt pistol spewing death.
He fired shot after shot into the enemy group - they were too close and crowded for every bullet to hit something.
Sometimes the bullets even passed through the close flesh and struck another target, causing screams of pain and roars of primal rage to blend together.
However, even with their physical mutations, these monsters do not lack courage. Instead, they are more determined, or even crazier.
Jacob quickly realized that it had been a mistake to fire. The flash of muzzle fire and bolt light gave away his position. They noticed his position and rushed towards him with wild roars.
"Fire!"
Armin responded to the monster's roar with a roar, and then Jacob heard the echo from the communicator, and all the recruits began to shoot at the enemies surrounding the camp.
They pulled the trigger again and again, firing bomb after bomb into the target.
In an instant, the head exploded, and the chest was torn open when the bullet exploded. These monsters were relatively fast, but not tough, and did not have any protection against such shots.
All they had was numerical superiority and insane courage.
In the blink of an eye, they were close enough for the recruits to see each one clearly.
Some of the poor creatures were covered in fur, some had horns on their heads, and some had shark-like teeth, hooves and claws growing out of their misplaced jaws.
They looked like something out of your worst nightmares, as if the gates of hell had opened and a horde of grinning monsters poured out.
Jacob frowned. The signs on these enemies came from something else. Perhaps they were badges of Chaos, the appearance of those whose souls had been corrupted.
But it seems to be a little different. Logically speaking, when it comes to chaos, it should not be limited to this.
Armin, who was not far away, was also observing, but he came to a deeper conclusion than the recruits. He found that these marks on the body were not like chaos pollution, but closer to physical distortion caused by chemical pollution.
And he saw the remaining fragments of clothing on some things, which were the silver-gray uniforms worn by the servants of the Astral Knights, which meant one thing -
These attackers are probably the missing persons during this period!
So who turned them into this?
But there was no time to think, the attackers were already approaching the camp, and Jacob jumped to the stone where he was hiding.
These monsters have no ranged firepower, so he doesn't need cover, and in close combat, taking the high ground can give him a moment of advantage.
The chainsword vibrated angrily in his hands as it activated at the push of a button, the razor-sharp blade accelerating to top speed.
Jacob laughed, feeling a new desire to fight fill him.
He looked down at the sea of mutant faces, let out a long roar, and jumped into them like a swimmer in a rough sea.
Jacob swung the chain sword before landing. It cut through the muscles like a meat cleaver cutting through bone and flesh. The smell of bones heated by friction rushed into Jacob's nose. The tip of the chain sword The cry had a high pitch as it cut through the bones.
In the blink of an eye, the chain sword cut off a limb cleanly, and blood spurted out from the severed limb. He then chopped off another head, easily severing the neck bone, and then knocked down another.
As he wielded his chainsword, he kept his bolt pistol firing, attacking targets that were close enough for him to miss.
The screams and howls of the dying echoed in his ears, making the beast within him angrier and sending more power into his frantic limbs.
At this time, the monsters had recovered from his charge, rushed towards him, and began to attack him crazily. Those attacks that could not accurately hit his fast-moving body slid harmlessly away from the smooth shell of the armor. .
He felt these attacks as one feels rain on a cloak, a sensation that was very uncomfortable but not painful.
Other recruits also started their chainsaws and started their first killing.
In an instant, the night was dyed with thick scarlet.
Jacob passed through his enemies like a whirlwind of death, leaving a trail of death in his wake.
At this moment, he felt that nothing could stop him. He was invincible and unstoppable, like a god of death reaping the lives of his enemies.
In that moment of ecstasy, he seemed to feel what it meant to be truly alive.
He moved around, punched and kicked, and felt the bones breaking under his sword. Then he stepped down hard, crushing the dead enemy's fingers and skull into meat paste, and then raised his head and let out a long howl of joy, filled with bloodthirsty desire. It was evident in the roar of his comrades' response.
At that time, he didn't even feel like he needed them. He could kill all the freaks by himself.
It doesn't matter how many there are or how brave they are, they are completely unable to fight against him. This battle is completely one-sided.
He was heartily satisfied.
This is the power of the Astartes, this is the power of the gods.
Then, there was an incredible pain in his ribs.
Jacob gritted his teeth, sucked in the air-conditioning and lowered his head to endure the severe pain, only to see a crystal-like fragment pierce into his armor and penetrate deep into his flesh.
It exudes a strange purple crystal light. It is obviously not metal, but it cuts through the armor that can block metal.
How can this be?
Then he noticed the tiny glowing red runes on its surface, an unfamiliar writing.
For a moment, Jacob felt a surge of suspicion, and felt the evil power flowing through his body like poison. He knew about these vicious ammunition, and the teaching machine had implanted stories about them in his mind - The poisonous crystal weapon of the Dark Eldar!
