dmims Chapter 56 Attack, Slaughter, and Wrath
Chapter 56 Attack, Slaughter, and Wrath
The battle at the Monument of Warriors has not ended, and the nearest Dawnbringer has not yet received orders from the higher command.
The moment the gunshots rang out, they spontaneously picked up their weapons and launched a rapid assault in that direction.
However, almost no one can reach that place.
They were attacked on their own ships.
A sharp, piercing electrical busy tone was emitted from the communication equipment.
Several Kraf aliens used their long, thin tongues to pierce the temples of the Dawnbringers, greedily sucking out their brain fluid.
They fold their bat wings, using their multiple sharp limbs to either hang upside down from the ship's deck or hide beneath the bridge where every pipe crisscrosses, listening to the hurried marching footsteps above, before launching deadly attacks.
How confident are you?
An alien communicates using psychic powers.
"Speak High Gothic, you fool." Ika's menacing mouth uttered an elegant, deep High Gothic phrase. "Using psionic energy will be detected."
The alien showed no dissatisfaction.
Its size was not as large as Ika's, and its status in the Kraf alien empire was far from being equal to Ika's.
"it is good."
"Hado is dead," Ika said. "We have no choice; the longer we hide, the more dangerous it becomes."
The entire ship had been specially modified, and it could no longer easily manipulate and control the soldiers of the Second Legion as it had before.
Hector is far more powerful than imagined, and unmatched; it is a being that only a Kraf alien at least above the Overlord level can control.
There will be an opportunity.
Although he wasn't entirely confident, greed compelled Ika to continue with his original plan.
It bound its mind to a "corpse" inside the monument of warriors, looking through the white cloth at the legion leader who was still slaughtering.
This is a racial talent of the Kraf Xenomorphs; they can project most of their psionic energy into a body and take control of that body.
However, if the body is killed and the user does not withdraw in time, the ordinary alien's body will also die instantly due to the host's death, and even it will be severely injured.
On such ships, being severely damaged means certain death.
As it watched Hector's body wreak havoc like a demon, unstoppable, greed and fantasy completely consumed the alien's last shred of reason.
There will be an opportunity.
The Astartes, lying on its side in the monument to the fallen warriors, emits its voice in sync.
"grown ups."
The Night Guard, clad in Terminator armor, approached Hector.
Their heavy footsteps echoed throughout the ship's interior.
The weapon in his hand was discarded to the side, and he held the blade in his hand.
The shield field on their bodies was actively deactivated, and the lasers of the scattered soldiers could not penetrate their thick armor at all.
They tried to stand in front of the Primarch, who was enraged by the aliens and grieving over the slaughter of mortals.
But Hector did not need their protection.
Hector repeatedly broke through the mortal auxiliary army, wielding not a weapon, but a thick iron plate that appeared out of nowhere.
With each swing of his sword, a group of auxiliary soldiers would fall.
The clothes he wore for the ritual had long been reduced to tattered strips in the hail of bullets, and one inconspicuous wound after another was healing rapidly.
As Hector carried out his efficient killing spree, the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.
"My lord!" Holmes also rushed to Hector's side.
He did not intervene in the battle, but remained vigilant about his surroundings.
Lacking lethal weapons, mortals cannot effectively harm the Primarch. Although Holmes was anxious about the attack on the Father of the Gene, his century of service experience told him that it was not a real danger.
"I have not been able to find the alien, my lord," Holmes cried out.
Hector's arm, which was swinging the iron plate, paused for a moment before smashing it down again, with one overlapping human face and shattered flesh on it.
Hector stopped and coldly observed everything around him.
The Night Guards around him finally found their purpose, quickly moving in front of Hector and restarting the shield generator.
"This matter cannot be left like this. Judging from their abilities, they are definitely not ordinary aliens." Hector suppressed his anger: "Does the Empire have any explanation, naming, or intelligence regarding them?"
Holmes quickly replied, "The Empire has named them the Clough Aliens. There is no further information at the moment, but the Empire has ordered us to eradicate them completely."
"They are highly dangerous."
"I would have done it even if they hadn't told me." Hector looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, watching them die without any honor.
Looking at those soldiers who bore the stain of betrayal even in death, Hector's sanity continued to burn.
"These aliens are far too dangerous; they must be eradicated from the galaxy with the bloodiest slaughter, regardless of the cost!"
"Holmes, thoroughly investigate the entire fleet."
Just as Hector gave the order, an Astartes suddenly straightened up from the crater in the ground, closest to a Night Guard. He held a grenades pistol in his hand, pulled the trigger with one hand, and pressed the barrel with the other, emptying the magazine into the Night Guard's back without hesitation.
The Night Guardian was completely unprepared; his back was not protected by a shield generator. The explosive bomb detonated on him, tearing his armor apart almost instantly.
His legs were broken first, causing him to kneel on the ground, followed by the hand holding the weapon, his body, and finally his head.
In his final moments before returning to the Emperor, the Night Guardian, dragging his heavy Terminator armor, whirled around and pinned down on the attacking Astartes.
He roared, "Traitor!"
Using his other, still-intact hand, he locked the neck of the other person's helmet like children in a fight, tightening it hard.
Half of his body was bleeding, his organs were completely damaged, and he had almost no chance of survival.
The other Night Guardians were originally preparing to avenge their brother, but the gunshot triggered a second wave of alien attacks.
More and more controlled Dawnbringers emerged from the pits they had dug long ago to hide in. Some stood on the steps, while others leaped up, brandishing their roaring chainsaw swords and chainsaw axes, and charged swiftly toward the Night Guards.
The Night Guardians were instantly overwhelmed by the sheer number of people above them. They were pierced by chainswords and then smashed to the ground by the relentless, death-defying charge that followed, leaving them with even more wounds on their bodies.
"My lord, let's retreat first." Holmes drew his specially made explosive pistol from his waist and fired a rapid burst at the Dawnbringers charging towards them.
Hector's hands trembled, clenched into claws, and his eyes were fierce and cold.
Several Astartes broke through the front line of defense, and he leaped forward with his chainsaw axe, slashing at Hector.
In the next instant, a helmet with a head flew off, and blood gushed from the Astartes' neck like a fountain.
The gushing blood soaked Hector's cold, pained face and his claw-like, bent hands.