dmims Chapter 33 Iron 7's Rebellion
Chapter 33 Iron 7's Rebellion
The Fourth and Seventh Companies, which had already been airdropped to the ground, did not relax for a moment and advanced rapidly according to the original plan.
Under the astonished gaze of the Iron Seven Planetary Defense Force, these superhumans seized their original positions at lightning speed.
They mercilessly beheaded all high-ranking officers who could command them, and carried out a devastating annihilation of all troops that attempted to fight back or instinctively raised their weapons.
The mortal soldiers of Iron Seven were still confused as to why the allied forces they had previously touted had suddenly attacked them.
"Speed up." The four regimental commanders of the Fourth Company spoke in icy voices.
All the ordinary auxiliary soldiers who were deployed here silently shouldered their weapons and entrenching tools, and consciously and skillfully joined the Fourth Company in reinforcing and building trenches.
Their skills were so refined that their movements in wielding entrenching tools to dig trenches were comparable to those of the best and most experienced construction workers, leaving the planetary defense forces, who had inexplicably become prisoners of war, completely bewildered.
But before they could have much time to reflect on life, the sound of a whip whistling through the air followed, lashing the ground in front of them.
The fist-sized rocks on the ground shattered and exploded from the whip's strike, making the group's eyes widen in disbelief.
Many of those who were nearby retreated in fear.
A single lash of this whip will leave a bruise on a person's body, with patches of purple and black marks all over.
"You, get to work," a company commander ordered as he walked up behind them.
"Our father witnessed our journey aboard the Dawn. We must be faster than our brothers in the Seventh Company, and the fortresses and positions we build must be even stronger."
This situation also occurred on the position of the Seventh Company, where their shovels were swung extremely fast.
Unlike the Fourth Company, which leaned more towards defense and holding its ground, the Astartes of the Seventh Company were more inclined to sacrifice some defense in exchange for opportunities to counterattack.
The first two God Machines, the Dire Wolf-class Titans, were hidden behind a temporary fortress.
When the rebels attack, they will find a divine machine nearly twenty meters tall expressing its joy with its cannon fire.
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While the two Dalian forces were steadily constructing their positions, the Eighth Dalian Astartes, which had been temporarily organized into battalion-level units, was steadily advancing its nesting operations.
They hid themselves as much as possible, avoiding patrols and the army blocking the passage between the middle and upper nests.
"They found it."
"Your foolish behavior is hard to miss."
"I can't control his mind. It's hard to imagine that guy would fight for humanity."
"Aside from having a human appearance and body, I could hardly sense any human qualities in him."
Inside the luxurious mansion of the planetary general.
The two men sat facing each other, their mouths not moving at all, yet their voices transmitted to each other without any obstruction.
Time passed slowly, but their conversation came to an abrupt end.
One minute.
ten minutes.
Thirty minutes.
The two remained seated, the wind whistling everywhere, yet neither spoke. Their eyes still held a glimmer of life, and their faces wore the most ordinary expressions.
They stared at each other, breathing like living people, but moving and remaining silent like the dead.
Then, the sounds of bones stretching, wings vibrating, and blades slashing rang out simultaneously.
boom!
The battle ended with the sound of the final bomb exploding.
The room fell silent again.
Pat pat pat —
Hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
The door was pushed open, and the two people who had been sitting like dead men in the room were now looking angrily at the guards outside.
"What are you doing!"
"Yes!" The captain of the guard was puzzled, but he still obeyed the order and saluted, then led his guards out.
The door was slowly closed towards the center by the captain of the guard. As the door closed, the limbs of the terrifying alien creature that had been drawn into the shadows behind the door gradually appeared.
The two men continued their conversation as if they hadn't heard anything.
boom--
The gate was completely closed.
Hanging upside down on the wall, the alien, resembling a bat with more twisted limbs, floated lightly to the ground.
He twisted his neck, and the creaking sound became more noticeable in the quiet room.
It opened its left hand, and a bomb that it had intercepted and twisted with its psionic energy, which failed to explode, fell to the ground.
"Human." It turned its head, its bat-like head emitting a foul, fishy stench.
The sprayed saliva splattered onto Astartes' helmet, and a sizzling corrosion sound echoed in the room.
Mark II's helmet crumbled rapidly before the naked eye, revealing the face of a Terran warrior behind it, with a silver stud between his eyebrows.
The Dawnbringer glared at his opponent with intense hatred. He wanted to pull the trigger of his explosive gun, but no matter what he did, his finger on the trigger couldn't get even an inch closer.
His eyes began to bleed, and under immense pressure, blood vessels on his face and body began to burst, instantly staining his entire power armor red.
"Alien..."
The messenger of dawn struggled to open his mouth and uttered two words through his bloodied lips.
Even though his eyes had started to bleed, his vision was becoming blurred, and he could feel his eyeballs being squeezed little by little, about to burst.
This messenger of dawn from the Ninth Dalian never uttered a word, showing not a trace of submission.
"ah······"
Claf the alien looked at the Dawnbringer with amusement, admiring its masterpiece—the one it had created by using psionic energy to bind the power armor to its flesh.
The Dawnbringer's flesh and his power armor were completely crushed into a ball by the Kraf Xenomorph, but his blood was still flowing, and his pain and his wailing screams proved that he was still alive.
The Clough alien watched and laughed.
Finally, its gaze fell on the fallen bomb gun on the ground and saw the finger still holding the trigger.
It had an interesting idea. It walked on the ground like a spider, and picked up the bomb gun with one of its limbs.
It raised the bomb gun, aimed it at itself, and placed it on the Dawnbringer's finger that was holding the trigger.
His gaze fell on the fingers that trembled slightly as they touched the cold gun barrel, and Claf's alien mouth curled into a disgusting, ugly, and utterly mocking smile.
It flaunts its abilities in this way, believing that it has manipulated the other party's soul and despised their incompetence.
"you······"
"For Hector!"
Before the Xenomorph could finish speaking, the Dawnbringer's spirit seemed to gain a moment of clarity from the agony and instinctive wailing. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, expressing his loyalty to the Father of Genetics and releasing his rage against the Xenomorph.
As he moved, the loyal soldier was thrown back by the recoil of the out-of-control bomb gun, and his organs, which were barely maintained by psionic energy, were all shattered, but his finger remained firmly on the trigger until all the bombs were instantly cleared.
A human-like panic appeared on the monstrous face of the Kraf alien; facing the bomb that was within arm's reach, the fear of impending death surged in its heart.
It hastily used its abilities at top speed, and the bombs exploded in front of it. Just as the shrapnel was about to unleash its fury on this loyal warrior, another psionic barrier appeared out of nowhere and brought the situation under control.
"idiot."