dmims Chapter 44 Allowed
Chapter 44 Allowed
"Alien!"
Lestrade slammed his fist into the wall in front of him, where a hole had been blasted through.
His actions drew the attention of the other side, while the Astartes faithfully carried out Lestrade's orders.
After they rushed into the room, their movements were perfectly synchronized; one hand released the safety, and the other pulled the trigger.
The deafening roar of the exploding bombs and the recoil from the continuous firing forced the soldiers to press their guns down with their other hands in an attempt to counter the weapons that kept trying to slip from their grasp.
Claf Hado remained calm. In front of him was an invisible barrier, which bound the gunshots and the dense barrage of explosives, causing them to explode.
It took a step forward, stabbing its foot into the dozen or so fleshly creations beneath it, which were fused with the armor and were utterly blasphemous.
All the soldiers noticed them, their dead brothers, their lost squad.
+Human+
The alien's limbs braced itself on the floor, supporting its body. Its enormous form was stretched infinitely under the light, until it obscured the Astartes that were still firing repeatedly at the entrance.
Accompanied by an invisible psionic shock, all those who fired instantly lost their ability to suppress the fire, falling into a state of powerlessness.
Before the prophets could organize an effective counterattack, in just this one moment...
The Astartes' explosive guns, lacking suppression, began to slip from their hands and recoil.
Some people's hands were broken as a result, while others' bombs hit their colleagues, their bodies shattering like tofu, silver armor fragments intertwined with flesh and blood.
At such close range, most Astartes are unable to even activate their suspended organs.
The Dawnbringers could only watch, with resentment, pain, and hatred, as their brothers died under their blaster guns.
"Damn it!" Paris roared.
With the last bombs depleted, he dropped the bomb gun, accompanied by the roar of his chainsaw sword.
Paris and Sopa's group of warriors were the first to charge forward.
"Don't stop, keep firing," Lestrade ordered.
The prophets of the Seventeenth Company are in position, fighting against the Kraf aliens. There can be no hesitation or retreat now.
Therefore, Lestrade was willing to use up his last bit of ammunition to provide fire support for the charging men.
The room not only restricts the aliens' range of movement, but also limits the number of Astartes that can enter it.
Lestrade frowned, and he activated his weapon, searching for the best moment to engage.
"Alien!" Paris's armor was covered in blood that hadn't completely dried.
Although Paris's face was hidden beneath his helmet, the Kraf alien Hado could sense the burning fire in his heart and the soul being torn apart.
At least four powerful rulers of the subspaces are vying for, scheming against, and coveting this body.
At this point, Paris is more like an inconspicuous coordinate.
But if someone were to light a dim lamp beside him, that coordinate would draw enough attention and gaze.
This is something that the Kraf alien, who relies heavily on psychic powers, cannot tolerate.
The other person was strapped with an extremely flammable bomb, and the sparks would depend on whether he used it.
Stay away from him. Clough, the alien, instinctively sensed the threat. Gone was its previous leisurely stroll; after several dodges, it found an opening.
The thrust pierced Paris's heart, followed by a massive blow to the head, instantly activating his suspended animation.
"Die!" Sopa trembled as he stepped forward and fired at close range. A series of explosive shells detonated on the body and chest of the Kraf Xenomorph, and blood and fragments of exposed skin flew everywhere in the explosions.
The Kraf alien, in pain, tore apart yet another charging Dawnbringer, then turned and parried Sopa's blade with a speed that Sopa could hardly catch, just as the Kraf alien was about to tear Sopa's head apart.
It felt the sluggishness; the psychic power of the seventeen prophets had been applied to it. It could no longer lift its deadly arm. The unwilling Kraf alien could only lower its arm and, as a last resort, tore Sopa's arm apart.
After doing all this, it didn't have time to finish off the enemy. It simply used its psionic energy to fight back, stunning several of the Seventeenth Company's prophets until they were stunned, screaming, until their faces turned ashen, and they died as if they had lost their souls.
The Claf alien sensed the force being applied to it weakening and began to quickly break free.
It suddenly turned and retreated, arching its back and twisting its body, using its massive bat wings to shield itself from the slashing swords and the view of the crowd.
They had to run. The Clough alien sensed danger.
In a short time, it still tore apart enough Astartes, but those silver-armored humans were not afraid of death at all. For every one it killed, three more would rush up without fear of death.
If it kills one squad, three squads will sacrifice themselves to leave wounds on it.
If it weren't for Paris and those seventeen psionic Astartes, Hador could have killed at least a hundred Astartes and still managed to retreat with ease, just as they had initially planned.
But now it's not possible; the situation has exceeded its expectations.
The Kraf Xenomorph is not immune to bombs. Even the Primarch would be injured and would need to dodge when faced with a barrage of bombs from at least one hundred Astartes.
Here, the Kraf alien has nowhere to hide.
"I have to go and meet up with Ika," it said to itself.
It tried to evade by tearing space, but the Astartes, which kept charging in and fighting it, even at the cost of abandoning its weapons to hold it back, repeatedly thwarted its plans.
Forced into a corner, the Claf alien fought and retreated, restraining its use of psionic power to allow it to move nimbly among the swords.
The brief shriek gave it control of three close-range Astartes.
The warriors struggled painfully, standing in front of the Kraf alien, stiffly raising their swords to face their comrades.
+Great opportunity+
The alien was getting closer and closer to the window, where the thick bulletproof window still bore the marks of the previous bomb explosion.
Once it gets close enough to that place, it can easily tear it apart and escape using its wings.
Just as the aliens were closing in, two Astartes dressed in optical camouflage landed directly above the window.
The two were Lestrade and Salpedon.
One person wields a heavy sword, while the other activates a lightning claw.
With a powerful downward chop, Lestrade expertly chose to strike the alien's wing root using the momentum of the downward strike.
The Kraf alien howled in pain, its two arms gripping Lestrade's heavy sword, which it was trying to cleave in two, and it hissed and spat at Lestrade's face.
Just as the Kraf Xenomorph was about to kill Lestrade instantly, Salpedon landed and landed precisely on the Kraf Xenomorph's back.
The sudden weight caused the spitting Kraf alien to vomit, and corrosive gastric juices splattered onto Lestrade's face. Its hand, gripping the greatsword, swiftly slashed across the sharp blade, leaving two bloody streaks.
Before the Kraf alien could continue its howling and counterattack...
Salpedon gripped the alien's back, and the lightning claws that had been waiting for a long time pierced the alien's spine without hesitation.
In the time that followed, Salpedon kept pulling out, thrusting rapidly and frantically, listening to the wailing of the Kraf alien and the excruciating pain of its flesh being disintegrated.
Its movements were no longer as swift as before, so fast that even Astartes couldn't see them clearly. In the instant the alien counterattacked, Salpedon left his lightning claws in the alien's spine, then leaped backward, breaking free from the alien's body.
As he broke free, he was met with a combined slash from Sopa and Lestrade at close range.
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Sopa sadly embraced Paris, who was in a state of apparent death, while Lestrade called for the fleet.
"We have made some progress."
"We are requesting to evacuate."
"allow."