Suffocating clouds of smoke poured from every opening in the passage, limiting sight to just a few meters, and only when you were about to trip your feet did the hidden wreckage appear on the helmet-mounted display.
Captain Castor of the Malevolent Warrior Chapter's vision was filled with a noisy white, full of half-guessed outlines and undetermined target locks, and then he turned on the automatic monitoring system of the power armor and lowered the The spectrum range is monitored, but every frequency is affected.
All forms of visible and near-visible light are engulfed in oily smoke produced by collapsing reactors—
As for who caused the reactor accident, they are also speculating, because the wreckage of the ship had cooled down a long time ago and its reactor should have been suffocated long ago. Why could it still be ignited and destroyed?
There must be some clues here, and Castor suspected that another group of Space Marines was causing trouble for them.
But he has no evidence.
The commander of the 'Defamator' Company, clad in bile yellow and coal black armor, moved with a predator-like grace, some of his armor plates looking better than others despite his shabby appearance. It was sturdier, as if it were a hybrid rather than a complete set of matching armor, and the scratched paint revealed the nature of who it came from - it had the emblems of at least three Chapters inside.
His weapon is a two-handed power hammer strapped diagonally across his back - the handle protruding above his left pauldron and the head emerging from his right hip.
And he was followed by more than thirty slanderers.
Among the malicious warriors, the Slanderers are the elite among them. They are not many in number, but they are selected from all ten companies. Even the scouts are no exception. They are also representatives of the most brutal warriors in this chapter. .
Currently, Castor relies only on pulsed sound waves for guidance, but they cannot be trusted either because the collapse caused by the reactor's collapse sends back false echoes.
Suddenly, the veteran warrior's foot tripped on a piece of rubble from the ruins of a building, making a loud shuddering sound.
He stumbled, kicking away a pile of steel bars tangled in fake stone, then slowed to scan the billows of smoke and buildings he glimpsed quickly out of the darkness.
Barak, the noncommissioned officer in the company, did not see Castor's full speed. He slammed into the company commander's power pack, knocking both of them staggering.
"Stupid pig!"
Castor reacted first, turning and grabbing Barak's pauldron, the armored servo groaning as he twisted the warrior's shoulder, forcing the other man to fall awkwardly to the side.
"Be careful."
Castor dragged the opponent in front of him, growled Helmet to Helmet, and then pushed back.
"Company commander, we can't see anything here! We must move to another passage."
Barak yelled, his eyepieces flashing red in the black smoke, his armor even older and more fragmented than Castor's, a combination that could be described as a garbage heap.
Just from these elite warriors, you can see the whole picture of the malicious warriors, so it is not difficult to understand why they accepted the employment of the Martian Sage.
To put it bluntly, it’s just one word——
poverty.
Suddenly, a strange noise passed through the air, and screams and friction announced the arrival of more aliens.
"here we go again."
Castor complained in a low voice, and then another group of genestealers attacked from the darkness.
The weapons of the malicious warriors roared and blasted a gap in the oncoming enemy group, but soon more enemies came up, and then a veteran opened the flamethrower, spraying purifying flames at the oncoming enemies. group.
But these aliens rushed in recklessly under the fierce firepower, as if there was some force more powerful than their original ferocity driving them. The light and flames made them angry, like a whole, and the thick smoke made them angry. Their actions become more bizarre and unpredictable.
The narrow range of movement in the passage forced the detractors to adopt a multi-layered formation. The warriors in the front row had to kneel down to make room for their comrades in the rear row to shoot. Flames spat out from the jets and the bolt guns pierced. The sound filled the entire hull, flames and bullets killed the incoming alien monsters, and at the same time set off whirlpools of flesh and blood on the ground and walls.
The bodies kept piling up, but the enemies kept coming, the genestealers hacking at the corpses of their kin, desperate to get closer to their prey.
"Be careful! It's an aberration!"
During the fierce battle, a huge monster broke through the defense line. Its huge claws grabbed one of the legs of veteran Barak and dragged him on the ground.
The Space Marine raised his other foot and kicked the monster's round head with his boot, but it remained unmoved, opening its mouth to reveal rows of black, moist teeth.
"Bastard!"
Barak drew his sword, and just like the shiny part of his armor, the sword's brightness was dimmed by ash but did not dull its monomolecular edge.
Suddenly using the strength of his waist to bounce up, Barak stabbed the sharp blade into the aberration's neck, leaving only the handle exposed. He then began to withdraw the blade from the opponent's wrinkled flesh, and hung himself on the opponent's body. .
As pus and blood spattered, the aberration howled in pain, grabbing Barak with his hands and scratching the malicious warrior's faceplate and neckplate.
But Balak was very strong. After stabbing for a while, he suddenly pulled out the knife, spitting out a stream of dirty black blood, and stabbed it in again.
"Come down, brother!"
After hearing this, Barak let go of the handle of the knife and fell heavily.
Then two veterans rushed up and sprayed angry flames at the monster. The aberrant body wrapped in flames struggled and rolled under the fierce fire. After Barak shot the opponent twice in the head, he slammed into it and pushed the aberrant body covered in flames. Then he pulled out his sword and cut off the enemy's head with one blow.
"Use grenades!"
Under Castor's order, three veterans threw fragmentation grenades, and the other soldiers covered their faces to avoid the impact of the explosion.
When the shock subsided, they saw the injured alien trying to climb out of the ruins, his body riddled with shrapnel.
Then he walked up and killed the enemies one by one. At this time, the other surviving aliens also turned around and ran away, preparing to plan the next attack.
After checking everyone's ammunition and finding that the situation was not promising, Castor looked at the technical sergeant.
"Look at the augur!"
As he spoke, Castor's head kept turning, trying to find a way out among the smoke and the collapsed passage.
"I feel like someone is causing trouble, and those aliens won't destroy the reactor."
Hearing these words, veteran Wested suddenly said:
"Could it be the Astral Knights?"
