"Let's go!"
Jacob shouted as he ran across a section of rocks, and he didn't need to look back to know that the others were following him.
He sensed the scent of their anger, and like him, he assumed they were frustrated at being forced out of the fight against the xenos.
Everyone cursed that such desecration could appear on the Chapter's soil, wondering how long these scum had been hiding on Nessen IV, weeks, months, or even years?
impossible!
Jacob rejected this idea. The planet's defense is by no means that weak. It won't take too long for the aliens to come, and there will definitely not be many in number. There may be mortals inside.
Now the company is retreating quickly, and because their team does not have to bear the burden of the dead and wounded, they must perform the rearguard mission.
This was a good thing for Jacob, at least he could fight happily.
The heavy rain had begun to subside, and visibility was much better than before. Jacob saw that the road ahead was blocked by a group of mutants, and the leading snake man was brandishing what looked like a rifle weapon.
The creature also spots Jacob and points its gun at him.
Jacob saw a strange red halo crackling at its tip, and then a scorching mysterious energy shot towards him. He instinctively reacted and jumped to one side in time, and the energy immediately shattered the stone he had just stepped on. of stones.
Jacob raised the bolt pistol and fired without thinking. Those long training sessions on the training ground proved their usefulness. The bolts flew to the target accurately, and the serpent man's head felt like being hit by a blacksmith's hammer. It exploded like a jellyfish.
These slaves were clearly less agile than their masters.
After the death of the snake man, the mutants let out a beast-like roar and rushed up from both sides.
Jacob was not worried about their numbers, but they did likely slow them down, allowing for a sneak attack by the Dark Eldar who might be nearby.
In fact, after calmly analyzing it just now, Jacob found that there were only twenty or thirty people from the Dark Eldar, and about ten of them were killed in the battle. The rest must have cherished their lives and would not show up easily.
Then the only way for them to attack is cold shots and sneak attacks.
But with the intense firefight they had just now, Jacob felt that unless they brought spare ammunition, they might not have many bullets left.
I think so, but I still have to be careful.
"Throw the grenade! Hurry!"
A recruit took off a grenade from his belt and threw it at the rushing crowd. An explosion came from among them, and minced meat and blood splashed everywhere.
This stopped the mutants from charging, causing them to freeze in place.
"continue!"
Jacob shouted, and the team members continued to throw grenades with redoubled anger.
More and more mutants fell, and the smell of blood and corpses filled the moist air.
Suddenly, Jacob bent down and a poison crystal hit the trunk of the tree behind him. He glanced to see who was shooting at him, then looked back at the mutant, his keen eyes seeing what he was looking for. s things.
As expected, the bastard was hiding behind the slave, and as soon as he saw Jacob noticing him, he disappeared again.
Jacob looked around and everyone noticed what he had discovered.
The autonomy of the true Space Marines allows them to make this decision for themselves, and they unleash a torrent of bolter fire upon their enemies, killing their foes with every round and knocking out those who may be hiding among the crowds. The Dark Eldar were forced out.
But Jacob immediately discovered that there was only one thing to do now.
"Jacob! Come on! It's time to go!"
Before he knew it, he had fallen behind a bit.
So Jacob rushed forward, feeling the ground begin to shake and tremble with every step he took.
The road had become soft after being trampled by the entire company, especially the large rocks, and it was only a matter of time before it completely collapsed.
More and more rocks fell into the valley, and as Jacob ran he wondered whether his strengthened muscles would allow him to jump such a distance.
Well, he gritted his teeth and gave a savage smile, there was only one way to find out.
Each step brought Jacob further off the edge, while the entire hillside began to tremble.
He heard his own heartbeat in his ears and knew he needed to seize the moment, as one wrong step would send him tumbling towards his own doom.
Jumping too early might not have allowed him to jump the farthest distance, so, equally deadly, clutching pistol and chainsword tightly, he ran to a rock and jumped to his feet.
At that moment, the wind blew his hair, and he felt like he was moving in slow motion. He could make out every detail on the faces of the nearby mutants, see every pit and blister that distorted their faces, see clearly the patterns on their skin. of every pore.
He had never seen so many things clearly in his life. All his superhuman senses were concentrated to a new level, and the effect was very remarkable.
Jacob had never expected to feel so alive so close to death.
The next second, he landed heavily, and the hillside behind him began to collapse with a roar, dragging the mutants into it.
Jacob, who landed on the ground, let out a long war cry and breathed a huge sigh of relief. He felt the impact of the solid ground under his boots again, and his knees also bent slightly under the impact.
But that's not all, there are also many mutants in this direction.
But he's still alive, and now they're going to pay the price!
Jacob rushed forward, swinging his chainsword.
"Kill, kill, kill!!"
Under the impact of the chainsword, flesh and blood separated and bones shattered. He only had to pull the trigger of the bolt pistol, knowing that every bullet would hit the target in the crowd.
He carves his way through the mutants like a ship riding a wave, becoming a living engine of destruction, a twisting and howling death tornado among the mutants.
Next to him, he could hear the sounds of his brothers doing the same thing.
Soon, a thin mist of blood splashed from the muscles, tendons and veins severed by his chainsword filled his vision. Even through the sound isolator of his helmet, the screams of the dead were still deafening.
Deep in his soul, that force was driven by the smell of carnage and became stronger.
Jacob now fights entirely on instinct. He doesn't need to think. His reactions, nerves and muscles work perfectly together.
He reacts with the speed of his thoughts to any threat his extremely sharp senses detect, and nothing can stop him, tearing through mutants like a sharp ax through rotten wood.
Nightmarish faces squinted, mouths gaping and screaming as he chopped them down, twisted bodies breaking apart under the impact of the chainsaw.
Soon, they successfully reunited with the large army, but now they were also fighting here.
The recruits used nearby giant rocks as bunkers and kept shooting. The bodies of the dead were placed on the side of the mountain wall. Here they only needed to be surrounded by enemies on three sides and there was no height difference, so as long as nothing unexpected happened, they could persist until daylight. question.
