From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

"Hahaha!"

The shrill laughter echoed in the streets. For some reason, the Astartes who had been "corrupted" did not try to hide their contempt and arrogance.

"This group of mortals is really interesting."

Faced with the fierce attack of the armed security, the three "sons of mankind" were not only fearless, but laughed even more happily.

Although the hard light beam hit their power armor accurately, it only left some scorch marks on the surface and was unable to shake their heavy armor at all.

When the security guards tried to aim at their heads, they easily dodged with their incredible reaction speed.

Their movements were as swift as lightning. Not only were they more agile than ordinary Astartes, but it even made people feel that their bodies had far exceeded the limits of Astartes, as if every inch of muscle and bone had been completely strengthened by the power of Chaos.

Amidst hearty laughter, the "Son of Man" who was standing at the front without a helmet slowly put away his bolter.

Its twisted and crazy face was full of mockery and amusement.

Then he pulled out a strangely shaped chainsaw sword from his waist.

Not only was this weapon covered in spikes and blood, but its hilt was also covered in wriggling tentacles, as if it was not made of metal but some kind of evil creature.

"The struggles of mortals are in vain. I will make you understand what despair is."

It took heavy steps towards the gate of the central hospital, and the sound of its magnetic boots was like a declaration of death.

"Stop that guy! Fire!"

The security guards shouted and tried to stop its advance, but all their efforts were in vain.

The fallen "Son of Man" remained indifferent to the intensive firepower, and its laughter still echoed in the air until it stepped into the hospital lobby.

Immediately afterwards——

“Buzz—sizzle—sizzle!!”

The sound of the chainsaw sword being activated suddenly rang out, followed by the harsh sound of metal cutting, mixed with the tragic sound of flesh being torn, coming from inside the hospital.

"what--!"

The security guard's screams were even more heartbreaking.

A chaotic battle had already broken out inside the hospital, and the patrol officers on the streets could only watch it all from afar, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

The three fallen "Sons of Man" alone are enough to display overwhelming power on the battlefield, and the armed security that had originally held out seem vulnerable in front of them.

Those security guards are just ordinary humans who have not undergone any physical enhancement.

Although their tactics and training were professional, they seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the superhuman Astartes.

The weapons in the security guards' hands were not even capable of leaving serious scars on the fallen Astartes' heavy power armor, and were merely futile "scrapings".

The same goes for armed security, not to mention these “small” police officers.

Seeing the fighting in the hospital getting more and more fierce, Duke quickly assessed the situation and issued a new order without hesitation:

"Everyone, interrupt the mission! Evacuate to the south immediately. If you find trapped civilians on the way, be sure to provide assistance!"

Duke said in a deep voice, his voice revealing unquestionable calmness and decisiveness.

As soon as he finished speaking, Duke left the team and headed towards the central hospital alone.

His intention was obvious.

Let the subordinates continue to retreat and try to preserve their manpower.

Duke knew that ordinary people could never compete with the Astartes, and meaningless sacrifice was a blasphemy against duty.

As for his choice, it was not for the sake of showing off or taking risks, but out of responsibility and concern.

After all, his wife is still in the hospital...

We are in the "hell" engulfed by blood and war.

He gripped the hard-light rifle tightly in his hand, his eyes revealed a hint of determination, and his pace quickened, as if he had thrown his personal safety behind him.

The patrolmen behind him stared at Duke's back silently. Although they did not speak, they could not hide their complicated emotions.

Some people clenched their fists, feeling the urge to follow their superiors into danger.

However, reason and orders were like invisible shackles that bound their passion tightly.

They could only helplessly suppress the resentment and anxiety in their hearts, turn around and follow Duke's instructions, leave the current intersection, and continue to evacuate to the south.

At this moment, a team dressed in green combat uniforms suddenly poured out from the side door of the hospital.

The team's movements were as fast as the wind and so smooth that only afterimages were left in Duke's eyes. He could hardly capture the specific movement trajectories of those people.

Da da da--!

Moreover, the team was able to accurately lock onto targets and pull the trigger while moving at high speed.

The modular firearms in his hands spewed out tongues of fire one after another, and the highly suppressive rain of bullets rushed directly towards the two "sons of mankind" outside the main entrance of the hospital.

boom! boom! boom!

A series of explosions shook the surrounding air, and flames and thick smoke instantly engulfed the figures of the two "Fallen".

The shock wave of the explosion threw rubble and metal fragments all around, and even Duke could feel the stinging heat.

He couldn't help but take a half step back and raised his arms to block the flying dust and debris.

Without having to see the appearance of the team members, Duke understood that they were a trauma team affiliated with the Central Hospital, and they were trying to "fight hard" with the fallen Astartes.

“Hahahahaha! That’s awesome!”

“There’s really no lack of fun here!”

The thick smoke caused by the explosion had not yet completely dissipated, but the hearty laughter of the two fallen Astartes penetrated the smoke and echoed throughout the battlefield.

The laughter was full of ecstasy and provocation, which was chilling.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, Duke finally saw their figures clearly.

There were some cracks on the armor of the two Fallen, and it seemed that the attack of the trauma team had successfully caused some damage to them.

However, these injuries not only did not make them angry, but instead seemed to stimulate them, making them more excited and

Pleasurable?

Masochism? ?

An absurd thought flashed through Duke's mind, but before he could delve into it, something strange happened.

The two fallen Astartes suddenly took a step forward, their speed was so fast that it seemed as if they disappeared in an instant.

!!!

The trauma team members instinctively became more alert, but still underestimated the opponent's speed.

Although they knew that the Astartes had combat power far beyond that of humans, they did not expect that the movement speed of the two Fallen in front of them was far beyond any opponent they had simulated during training...

Including the Children of Men.

The trauma team is no ordinary team. They are elite soldiers who have undergone rigorous screening and transformation. Not only has their physical fitness been enhanced to the limit by the Inquis serum, but each of them has also undergone varying degrees of "cyborgization".

For example, Sian Westin is a standard equipment for trauma teams.

In a flash, the two Fallen Ones approached like ghosts, and the chainsaw swords in their hands swung out arc-shaped afterimages, accompanied by sharp and piercing mechanical screams, and attacked the trauma team's formation directly.

Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak! !

The cruel chainsaw sword cut into the boundary between flesh and prosthesis, causing a horrific sound of flesh and metal being torn apart.

The two trauma team members who had no time to dodge were cut in half. Blood gushed out, staining the surrounding ground dark red.

In just a few breaths, the two Fallen Ones ended this battle without any suspense with overwhelming force.

In Duke's field of vision, he couldn't even catch clear movements. He could only see the afterimages of the chainsaw sword in the air and the trauma team members falling one after another.

When the battle was over, all members of the trauma team were dead.

What’s even more disgusting is that these two degenerates did not stop killing, but instead began to “harvest the spoils”.

They brutally peeled off the heads, spines, and even prosthetic parts of the fallen team members and hung them around their waists with chains.

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Those bloody decorations seemed to be their "battle records", making them look even more brutal and crazy.

Duke's hands trembled slightly as he gripped the Gauss rifle. He knew that the Trauma Squad would have difficulty defeating the Fallen's counterattack, but he never expected that the entire team would be destroyed so quickly and so completely.

The whole process, from rushing out of the hospital to everyone being killed, did not even take more than five seconds.

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Duke stood there silently, with shock and anger in his heart intertwined into a tide.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, even though his mind was warning him not to get close to those killing machines.

But he didn't back down, and he couldn't back down.

After all, his wife is still in the hospital.

Even if I die, I must not die in cowardice.

He fixed his eyes on the nearest Fallen One and quickly locked the muzzle of his Gauss rifle on the opponent.

"Hey! You dirty bastards!"

Duke shouted angrily, his voice mixed with anger and indomitable spirit, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger decisively almost at the same time as he shouted the words.

Ta-ta-ta——!!!

The tracer spike bullet with a blue tail flame flew out of the barrel, leaving a blue trail in the air.

The spike bullets hit the opponent's chest and helmet successively, but the expected penetrating effect did not occur.

Ding-dang-!

When the bullet hit the armor, only a metal collision sound was made, without even any surface damage.

"Hahaha! This little thing finally moved. I almost lost my patience!"

The fallen one who was hit let out a hoarse and low laugh, which was filled with creepy joy.

It already knew that Duke was watching the fight and that the patrolmen had left, but it simply didn't take Duke and the others seriously.

At this time, the "Son of Man" slowly turned his helmet, and the scarlet light from the eye monitor accurately locked onto Duke.

Then, it started to take steps, its pace slow but extremely oppressive, and each step made the ground tremble slightly.

It showed no sign of urgency. Instead, it approached Duke slowly and leisurely, like a hunter playing with its prey.

When the distance got closer, it suddenly raised its head and deliberately made a "sniffing" gesture.

Then, its laughter became more unbridled, revealing a strange kind of joy:

“Ah~! It’s so delicious! Fear, confusion, worry, and courage. This is such a rare delicacy. Hahaha!”

Its voice was low and hoarse, with a metallic sound ending that echoed in the streets, stimulating Duke's nerves like the whisper of a devil, and every word pierced Duke's heart like a blade, trying to undermine his will with words.

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As for Duke, his gaze was always focused on the fallen man who was slowly approaching on the street, with indescribable complex emotions surging in his heart.

At this time, he heard the noise coming from inside the central hospital gradually subside, and the sporadic gunshots and screams also disappeared.

Duke's heart sank as he realized that the "Sons of Man" who had rushed into the hospital earlier had almost slaughtered all the armed security guards.

Then he clenched his teeth, forced down the fear in his heart, pointed the gun at the approaching Fallen, and pulled the trigger again.

Ta-ta-ta-!

The spike bullets cut through the air like a cry of despair, hitting the enemy's armor one after another.

Even if there is no substantial effect, Duke will never be willing to wait for death. Giving up resistance is the most meaningless humiliation.

"Traitor!!! Your opponent is me!!!"

However, an angry metallic war cry was heard from a distance.

His roar was like thunder, shaking the entire neighborhood.

After hearing this battle cry, the fallen "Son of Man", or "Son of the Emperor", suddenly stopped his slow steps towards Duke.

"Oh?"

It uttered a low question, turned around, raised its helmet, and locked its scarlet monitor eyes directly in the direction of the sound.

A dark purple-painted Thunderhawk gunship was seen flying low over the street, with the hatch at the front of the cabin opened and it quickly hovered over the central hospital.

As for the source of the war cry, it was the company champion equipped with Titanium 8 power armor and an olive branch on his helmet.

The company champion held a giant power sword with flowing blue light in his hand. With the momentum of jumping out of the cabin, he turned into a flash of lightning that swept through the night sky and rushed straight towards the fallen Astartes who was approaching Duke.

"Hahaha! Just in time, bro!"

Instead of showing any fear, the Fallen One laughed even more arrogantly.

It raised the chainsword in its hand, and an aura of corruption and distortion emanated from the huge blade. The spiral teeth spun disorderly, heading straight for the fierce blow from the company champion.

Zheng————!!!

The moment the swords collided, a fiery metallic whistling sound shook the entire street.

The azure arcs emitted by the company champion's power giant sword hit the chainsaw sword like a rainstorm, bursting out dazzling sparks.

However, the chainsword in the hands of the Fallen, despite its deformed appearance, successfully blocked the attack of the Power Greatsword.

However, the powerful force from the company champion was transmitted directly to the body of the Fallen through the weapon, instantly causing his feet to sink deeply into the hard road surface. Broken fragments flew all around, and a shallow pit half a meter deep was smashed into the ground.

However, the company champion did not back down, the armor's servo system was working at full capacity, the sword tip was still pressing down on the Fallen One's chainsaw sword, and the energy that burst out caused the surrounding air to distort.

The two extraordinary warriors were in a stalemate for a moment, and the company champion's low and angry voice came from the helmet:

"Traitor!!! Your end is here!!"