The Emperor’s Angel of Death - #2131 - Vol 2 Chapter 2086: Rat War (Part 1)

“.We are now under the judgment of the God-Emperor himself! His eyes are looking at us, and His almighty hand holds the sickle to harvest our lives. Because of our sins, because of our weakness, we will all be judged !Only the truly righteous can survive and continue to serve the God-Emperor! Accept death! Embrace death! Only death can distinguish believers!”

Although he had to rely on the strength of these state church figures, Arney could only feel extremely bored when the confessors gave speeches.

“Sinners! All are guilty, whether it is the traitors below, or you! All are guilty! Only the God Emperor can absolve us of our sins, and the God Emperor will never forgive!”

Afterwards, the penitents took off their robes to reveal their bruised bodies. From the moment they entered the temple of teaching, they would be required to scour each other every day to cleanse their weaknesses and sins, reminding themselves that they must pass on pain to others to ensure that they are still alive in God. The purity and innocence in the eyes of the emperor.

Amidst the frenzied shouts of the believers, they walked among the crowd with whips full of barbs and even meteor hammers, beating everyone hard, until their skin was torn apart and blood dripped.

“Guilty! Guilty!”

“Prove your innocence with death!”

“Death! Accept death! Fear is corruption!”

While the missionaries of the state religion were still whipping their believers, the termite excavator had penetrated through layers of rock and reached the underground city deep in the mining area that had always been a headache for the imperial soldiers.

Obviously, the rebels hiding in the ground would not be unaware of such a big movement. They immediately mobilized their forces and returned to their lair, trying to drive or eliminate these intruders.

“Go! Go! Go!”

Olanios yelled, and Hashett, who was beside him, opened the side door of the termite boring machine, and the soldiers who had untied their restraints ran to the exit in a panic, while the sound of explosions and gunshots outside could be clearly heard , and the ding-dong sound of bullets hitting the machine casing.

In response, the two laser cannons on the Termite TBM also rose and fired at the enemy, covering the soldiers from the vehicle.

“Look for cover!”

Jumping out of the hatch, Hayes, wearing night vision goggles on his helmet, saw a small underground city not far away. They had several large metal facilities as the main body and many small shacks around them.

The various companies and squads dispersed and rushed to their positions.

“Scan reports activity on enemy lines, enemy is on the move.”

Apparently, the sudden appearance of giant machines has terrified the underground rebels, and they want to eliminate this threat at all costs.

With the machine gun squad in position near a rocky bunker, Hayes looked out into the distance as Hubry set up the machine guns, and he could already see them.

Obviously these rebels are not all stupid, they didn’t rush forward to death, many remaining machine servants in the past have been transformed into weapons by them, but because there are no real technicians, they can only do some very crude transformations, For example, some metal plates are bound and welded on the servants to make them mobile shelters and meat shields, or a large amount of explosives are tied to the servants to make them walking suicide weapons.

What Hayes saw was a group of iron servants, screaming and rushing towards them.

“Hold on, everyone! Don’t fire yet!”

Although Oranios’ voice kept ringing in the channel, Hayes had already started to squint at the oncoming crazy servitor through the sight.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he hurriedly completed his pre-battle ritual, silently reciting the lasgun prayer in his head, and then quickly prayed to the Emperor for precise aim.

Beside him, the rest of the squad had their lasguns and grenades ready, and Habri checked the stump gun again.

Then, with the sound of grenades being fired from behind, Hayes knew the fight was about to begin.

“Follow my orders… fire!”

Laser beams, small grenades, armor-piercing rockets, and heavy machine guns The soldiers of the Second Battalion used everything they had to fire at the enemy. At the request of Oranios, their light weapons basically reached the level of the first-line Astral Army.

Many of the iron-plated servitors were wiped out or battered to pieces in an instant, but there were still some of them, and the enemy sent out hundreds of meat shields, and this might be their last remaining servitor.

“Machine gun, switch to intensive shooting mode.”

The enemy rushed closer, but the number was also reduced a lot.

Then Hayes saw the suicide servitors with explosives strapped to their bodies behind the iron servitors.

In response, some soldiers raised the nozzles of their flamethrowers, stood upright, pointed the barrels forward, and unleashed an expanding yellow-and-black cone of fire at the nearest enemy force.

Screaming, the servitors disappeared into a mist of burning pain, setting off a cascade of explosions.

Soon, all Hayes could see was the curtain of fire rising directly in front of him, and the air was filled with the foul smell of smoke and burning flesh.

This seems to be a one-sided massacre.

boom—

Suddenly, Hayes heard a loud explosion from the side, and rocks flew over his head.

For a moment, feeling the edge of the blast, he staggered and almost fell forward, the weight of the backpack accidentally acting as a counterweight behind him to save him.

“The enemy blasted the rock mass on the side! Hayes, shift direction!”

Hearing Hashett’s words, Hayes hurriedly asked Habri to put away the machine gun, and asked Winter to pick up the ammunition box. When everyone trotted away from their positions, Hayes felt a pain in the back of his head. The blow, deafening force pushed him to the ground.

Falling into the putrid mud, Hayes felt a warm damp spread on his scalp through the helmet.

He put his hand over his head, and when he took it away again, he saw red blood staining his fingers before he noticed that his helmet was falling forward – shot out by some flying object Huge dent and knocked off his head.

Incongruously, as he stood up trembling, he suddenly wondered what would have happened had he fastened the helmet strap instead of loosening it.

Immediately afterwards, a rough voice dispelled this idea from his mind.

Hayes turned his head and saw a tall man in blood-stained Astralian armor rushing towards him with a pistol in one hand and a broad-bladed machete in the other. , a row of three severed human heads hanging from his belt like a grotesque audience.

He immediately raised his gun and fired, and the beam hit the enemy’s chest, but the man was not afraid, and did not slow down at any step.

Hayes fired at it again, and a series of rapid blasts hit the man in the neck, shoulders, chest ~www.readwn.com~ and then the face.

He uttered a final roar of rage, and fell dead.

It wasn’t until this distance that Hayes noticed that the man was covered with two layers of superimposed protective gear. No wonder hitting the front had no effect, and the armor on this man was most likely picked up from soldiers who died in battle.

Later, any fleeting euphoria Hayes felt at his victory quickly dissipated as he saw more of his enemies emerge out of the smoky darkness.

“Continue to go!”

He heard a cry behind him as a hand grabbed his shoulder.

“They are coming up from the side, we have to move to a new position!”

It was still Hashett who came to Hayes first. While firing lasers at the approaching enemies with one hand, he dragged Hayes towards the bunker.

(end of this chapter)