"Notice."
Something was moving in the far corner illuminated by the light of Castor's armor. He resisted the urge to fire, clutching a strange-looking weapon in his hand as he waited for a clear target.
Helmet sensors revealed more than twenty monsters in the dark tunnel ahead, briefly circling to find other paths to the Slanderers.
Obviously. The effort ultimately failed.
One second, the corridor was empty, but in the next moment a group of blue and purple bodies rushed down the passage toward the Space Marines like a flood pouring from a hole in a dam.
Castor fired, the weapon in his hand reaching firing speed in just a heartbeat.
In the next heartbeat, a torrent of plasma bullets roared through the corridor. Castor's automatic senses activated the audio buffer the moment he pressed the trigger, but in fact the sound of the gun was very small.
Six or seven monsters were beaten to pieces in two seconds, their bodies evaporated by the fierce shooting.
Castor paused for a moment to let the barrel cool, as was his custom with plasma weapons, then fired again.
Each devastating shot shattered everything in its path.
Castor, so immersed in the carnage, almost didn't notice a set of signals on his sensors moving down a corridor parallel to the one he was defending, and began moving away from the door of the room to buy himself more time to shoot.
With the sound of tearing metal and falling to the ground, the Genestealers smashed through a door at the corner ahead, and within a second they were in the same room with the Space Marines.
"die!"
Castor roared and fired a long burst of fire with fury. The fan-shaped plasma sweep cut down the first row of attackers, but more enemies quickly came up.
Squeezing the trigger, Castor sprayed the second wave of enemies with hot bullets.
For a moment, flames, pus, blood, and debris from shattered walls filled the hallway.
Other warriors were also firing, but some had a brand new bolter hanging from their belts in addition to the bolter they were holding.
Under the ferocious plasma fire, the alien offensive collapsed.
Barak stepped forward and slammed his power sword into the back of a monster. The blade's force field exploded in a blue flash as it hit the target.
Spine shattered, armor cracked, the Genestealer fell clumsily to the stone bricks like a fish caught on the ground.
"Such good equipment is simply a waste in the hands of those people."
Barak looked at the power sword in his hand with admiring eyes, which he took from a fallen warrior of the Astral Knight. You must know that among the malicious warriors, power weapons have always been a rare thing, and basically only the company commander has the equipment.
Castor also took a look at the weird plasma pistol in his hand. This was the weapon he snatched from Farzad. It was just a souvenir at first, but he didn't expect it to be such a terrifying plasma weapon.
If the other party had used this from the beginning, I might have been doomed long ago.
"Is it an alien creation?"
He looked at it carefully and confirmed that this thing was very different from the empire's plasma weapons.
"Using alien weapons is a heretical act. I don't think that guy would say anything about it."
Smiling and blowing into the radiator, Castor hung the weapon on his waist with satisfaction. At the same time, there was a power ax on his back, which was also Farzad's weapon.
If he wasn't worried about the opponent's large army coming to support him, he would probably even take off Farzad's armor.
"Company Commander, is this really okay? I heard that there are quite a few members of the Suffering Alliance, and there are also Dark Angels to help."
Someone in the team also expressed uneasiness, but his worry was only met with a look of disdain.
"They were the ones who struck first. How can we be blamed for self-defense? The casualties were accidents, and we also suffered losses."
As Castor said, the slanderers had also lost two people killed and three slightly wounded in the recent conflict.
But compared to the gains, Castor felt from the bottom of his heart that it was a profit.
"Then the chapter leader asked us to return immediately, what should we do now?"
Barak came over and said something that troubled Castor.
After learning that the conflict between them and the Astral Knights had resulted in casualties, their Chapter Master sprayed profanity at Castor over the communicator for three minutes, and then asked them to return immediately.
But Castor felt that this was no big deal. This was not the first time they had clashed with other chapters, and the chapter leader was making too much of a fuss.
In other words, a little too timid.
This is not the quality a leader of malicious warriors should have.
He thought so in his heart, but he could only promise to lead the team back immediately.
But he really wanted to leave, but he was a little unwilling to do so. What if someone boarded the Mechanical Ark first?
Just when he hesitated again and again, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded, and all the slanderers turned at the same time and pointed their guns in the direction of the sound.
Soon, two stumbling yellow figures sprang out of the darkness. Each of them was covered in blood, and their armor was in tatters. One had even lost his helmet, and the other had only half of his helmet left.
"One of our own!"
Castor immediately loudly reminded the surrounding soldiers, and then walked over.
"Which company are you in?"
"Three...Three in a row!"
One of them answered, looking back at the darkness behind him from time to time, as if there were some terrible predators peeping there.
"Eh? Adams? Why are you like this?"
At this time, Barak recognized the sergeant from the third company. After the two men stopped in front of the slanderers, their faces covered in blood began to pant violently, and their arms shook unconsciously.
Castor immediately sensed something was wrong.
"What happened in the third company?"
"We...we were sneak attacked! Enemies came from all directions, screaming, fire...We were scattered, many brothers died, our team began to retreat, they kept pursuing... ....”
"What!? Is it an alien?"
"No, it shouldn't be. I...I don't know either."
Adams still looked shaken at this time, but what he said was shocking.
An entire company was destroyed.
Castor's expression became extremely serious. He grabbed Adams' shoulders and shook them hard.
"Wake up! Our brother is dead! Revenge must be taken! Take me to the place where you were attacked. There may be survivors!"
After saying that, he used long-distance communication to report to the rear:
"Emergency, the third company was ambushed, repeat, the third company was ambushed, we are rushing to the scene! Coordinates will be sent later!"
After Adams calmed down for a while, he finally regained his consciousness. He nodded vigorously and tightened his grip on the bolt gun.
"Yes, revenge! Hurry! Captain Castor, we have to go back quickly!"
"Then stop talking nonsense and lead the way! By the way, tell me the coordinates of where you were attacked first!"
Soon, after reporting the coordinates, Castor did not wait for instructions from behind and led his team angrily towards the area where the Third Company was ambushed, which was not far from them.
