The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Update: The Rangers' auto-reaction lenses dimmed before the plasma burst, but those angry roars told Alpha G67M that the aliens were out of luck.

In combat, a few minutes can be an eternity.

As if to prove the painful fact, a beam of plasma pierced through some Genestealer climbing over the parapet, smashing the beast to a **** of bone.

The greedy eagle-type mechanic released a devastating torrent of plasma in a self-destructive manner, instantly blasting the alien encirclement out of a large blank area.

【We are the canine teeth of the Almighty Mechanical God】

As the light fades away and darkness returns, the Alpha G67M announces with a calm code.

【Initiate joint purification agreement】

Across the line, the rangers fired in perfect synchrony, firing lasers and piercing plasma into the darkness together, tearing the vermin to shreds.

A collapsed barricade exploded into a flaming cloud under the bombardment of the grenade, burning to death the aliens lurking within.

One of them staggered toward the reconnaissance team, but the criss-crossing torrent instantly threw it back into the melting fire.

【War is our sacrament】

The Alpha G67M chanted, amplifying a hymn like white noise with the codec, sending a current of loyalty through the ranks.

Shaped by the Sage himself, stripped from death and reassembled from fragments to become a perfect warrior, he is on a mission to fulfill all the long-cherished wishes of the Almighty God.

【Without it, we are empty vessels, waiting for the holy promethium of resentment】

The Rangers responded with hoarse voices and a chorus of gear static, and they sang incessant praise to the God of Machines as they washed the alien stain.

Although tactical, it still couldn't make up the gap in numbers, and the scout team lost two teammates, who were torn out of the queue as they moved, caught in a tangle of claws and teeth.

But the team kept advancing, as ruthless as the will of the God of All Machines.

Leaving the ruins of the warship, the reconnaissance team went deeper into the hulk from the previously unreached hulk.

Through the identification on the ship, the system of the Alpha G67M analyzed that it was an Astarte strike cruiser belonging to the Dark Angels Chapter, but the specific model could not be analyzed.

At first it was peaceful as they passed through the passage, but as they entered the mutilated ruins of the bridge, the darkness boiled again.

Alpha G67M motioned the players to form a line, and they kept firing in salvos, making passages in the frenetic alien ocean.

Just beyond those jumping figures, he could see two other huge figures striding forward.

[Priority target: Zerg head, weapon energy switching: plasma mode]

After a while, the nine plasma rifles adjusted their firing patterns and shrieked neatly.

The Stealer leader staggered as a plasma shot into its chest.

Then, enraged, it dashed forward, only to collapse a moment later screaming - black bile and steam spewing from its open jaws.

Another giant beast immediately burst into a rush, and in an eagerness to close the distance, it smashed the dense group of its small relatives.

【In the optimal range, Alpha】

[Confirmed, the Conqueror Agreement is being executed]

The Alpha G67M hooked up to the rifle, walked forward, and undid the arc hammer from its belt.

With the snap of his wrist, the weapon was activated, energy crackling around the club, feeling his combat node shudder with pity as the weapon attached to him.

When the Alpha G67M began to trot, the ferocious Machine Spirit in the Arc Warhammer roared with eager static pulses - it craved war as much as a master craved to become stronger, forever greedy.

The Alfa G67M is well aware of this feeling, and relishes the opportunity to indulge it.

Metal trumps flesh and blood, a lesson these collective consciousnesses have yet to learn, but the God of Omnipotence will teach it today if he will.

The arcing warhammer was swung in a tight circle around the Alpha G67M as the giant chitin beast approached, the arc generator hissing in the air.

But before the real contact, the poor creature is now staggering, black blood dripping from its chin, and even the killing machine bred by the terrifying alien is not immune to the searing death of the mechanical **** .

For the Alpha G67M, the enemy's situation is not very different. The faster the node creature is brought down, the faster the rest of the bugs will disperse, and the faster the team members can complete their tasks.

The next moment, he dodged the first sweep of two of his four arms and slammed the warhammer into its exposed elbow.

Electricity kept surging in his limbs, and the surrounding Genestealers let out a howl of pain like phantom pain.

Alpha G67M took a step back, dodging the claws of the second attack with difficulty, and when the aiming array aimed at a weak point on the monster's carapace, the face hidden under the helmet showed a smile.

The creature has exposed too many flaws.

In the blink of an eye, the Alpha G67M swooped forward, slamming the warhammer into its knees, elbows, and finally its jaw, shattering every bone in turn in a crackling burst of blue lightning.

When he stepped back, the alien had collapsed.

The beast gasped and tried to stand up, but before it could, the Alpha G67M had the barrel pressed against its wide skull and pulled the trigger.

There was a commotion in the alien swarm as the creature fell, before the creatures began to retreat.

The Alpha G67M knew that this was a temporary relief and that they would soon come and go, and signaled them to a closed door.

Passing through here and walking through another passage, they may be able to reach the core of the target——

Mechanical Ark, Blood Crimson.

But before it could be opened, the heavy metal door, which was five meters high and two meters thick, was torn apart by a giant force, and four incomparably huge claws were revealed in the darkness. Crazy flickering—

[Contact: Genestealer Nest Master, Threat Level: High]

The Alpha G67M transmits the final data.

[The coordinates are as follows——]

His service to the God of All Machines may end here~www.readwn.com~ but the alien filth will also be purified.

"Report! The fifth reconnaissance team lost contact!"

On the Meteor, when Dij Katona heard the news, the frown that was originally frowned almost turned into a mess.

All five reconnaissance teams were wiped out. The fastest team lost all contact three minutes after landing. The last team lasted for more than 43 minutes. The area where you can walk to the mechanical ark under the care of .

Unexpectedly, they still failed to reach their goal in the end.

The loss of fifty elite rangers and five chief alphas, even Dij Katona, who has a big business, feels pain in the flesh. These are not cannon fodder, but require a lot of resources and a certain amount of luck to shape. The elites, if you use the cold value conversion, each of them is no less expensive than a fully armed Astarte.

In the end, all of them were folded into this **** hulk for nothing!