hotmtlnovel Chapter 150 “Tit for Tat”
Chapter 150 “Tit for Tat”
Mororis believed that the greenskins imitated them and shouted for the Emperor, which was completely humiliating the Astartes.
He will be humiliated a hundred times back in the same way.
Even though he WAAAAAAGH was very loud, the greenskins couldn't understand what the Great Think Tank was saying at all.
Now let's look at it from the greenskin's perspective.
Our boss Wostan made a very handsome appearance, shouting at the red can he just won: "Smelly shrimp, your opponent is me!"
At this moment.
A line from the heavens goes "Slime Jump is the Cosmic Pain Boy Wrench."
When all the greenskins looked confused, a huge robot descended from the sky, which was only a little shorter than the Emperor's Icon Mecha.
This waaaaagh-looking guy was carrying two oversized mesh square boxes on his shoulders, and super loud gibberish came out of them.
"Mushroom Soup and Bite Battleship are my boss!!!"
“The kick side ponytail is the best!”
"Despicable go haha El Fengyun bang bang cannon!"
The Orcs looked at each other.
Our most powerful and smart Lord Wostan seems to understand something. He thinks that the thing on the opposite side is mocking them, so he also imitates the enemy's words and mocks them back.
As a result, the Astartes side heard words such as "Horus shall die," and "traitor scum", and they were also speechless.
The two sides had a very tacit understanding and compared their voices.
Only the people were left whose fighting spirit was inexplicably heightened.
There was nothing they could do. When the Astartes heard the names of traitors being shouted across the street, all they could think of was the past of the Great Rebellion.
As for the greenskins...they always want to fight.
Kazanev: Press "1" to check the mental state of the think tank.
Anos: You have to understand that after you have been in Fearless for more than a hundred years, it is abnormal for you to still maintain a normal mental state.
Kazanev: So, our Chapter now has an Greenskin? Are you sure you weren't affected on a spiritual level?
Anos: Definitely not. It’s probably the idea of tit for tat, but it’s a bit abstract. After all, I helped him install the loudspeaker.
Kazanev: You are quite abstract, and you even helped him pretend.
The biggest mastermind behind the scenes has surfaced. I don’t know whether the big think tank is crazy or not. It is true that Anos has gradually become abnormal during his hundreds of years of blacksmithing career.
After shouting a few more times, the two finally felt tired and started fighting seriously.
Wostan, like all greenskins, has a very powerful invincible stance. Every cheer from the surrounding Orcs turns into a steady stream of biological energy injected into his body.
The great thinker Mororis has a size advantage. His long legs and thick body make him far taller than the fearless Angel of Dawn in front of him.
With a thought, the terrifying psychic energy of the great think tank was injected into the psychic controller, and the two unknown objects on his chest instantly lit up.
A thick bolt of blue lightning shot out from his chest and hit the enemy's "sarcophagus".
A burst of black smoke instantly erupted from the Angel of Dawn Fearless, but with the blessing of my power of thinking, its functional operation was not affected at all.
Wostan's choice was the same as that of the greenskins and the Sons of Sanguinius. The three fingers of death began to charge, and Wostan rushed towards the Great Think Tank with his short, thumping legs.
Mororis smiled slightly, twisted his butt, and rose to the sky.
"Waaaaagh, Waagh!" (Asshole, you don't have martial ethics!)
"WAAAAGH!" (Sexy boy drinks mushroom soup online)
At the same time, the three intelligent control robots watching the battle also ascended to the sky at the same time.
The four arsenals trembled slightly, revealing the weapons hidden under the armor plates.
Wostan also trembled slightly, and the fart-guided missile on his back emitted a huge tail flame. (It’s just that the technical master simply thought that the huge tail flame was Waaagh, so he installed a smoke injector)
Several missiles dragged tail flames and flew toward the Great Think Tank with strange trajectories. Mororis didn't care, and his chest shook. The two lumps of lightning dispersed into several small psychic torrents, which steadily hit the flying missiles.
After firing all the missiles, Wostan became a huge target. The intelligent control robot's quadruple heavy bombs began to fire continuously. The leg of the big think tank suddenly split open, revealing the barrel hidden in the thigh. The overwhelming bombs were Flying towards Wostan.
The green-skinned boss's invincibility is very strong, especially as the war goes on and the greenskins see the boss unscathed under indiscriminate bombardment, his invincible stance becomes stronger and stronger.
The weapon mounted on Dawn's left hand has a blind spot for shooting, which is directly above it.
The Great Think Tank is suspended directly above Wostan, laying eggs.
Drop a bomb.
The bombardment lasted for nearly an hour. The small train came over and was stared away by the people watching the duel. The firepower of the big think tank was gradually exhausted.
(Wolstein: I'm thinking you don't have much firepower left.
Mororis: They are all psykers. What are you thinking about? )
Kazanev couldn't bear it any longer. He pointed at the few Oktats left in the green group opposite and went to the next door for a duel.
On the other side of the planet, Rogier tore a big green guy to pieces under the cover of Baals, spat, and shook his thick hair stained with "mushroom juice."
"Bars, is the main force still at that position?"
"Yes, it seems they are still fighting the enemy war lord."
"Father, the enemy's offensive is so strong. Let the brothers work harder to kill them from the east and surround them."
Rogier roared to the sky, black clouds pressed down on the city, and a powerful storm faintly gathered in Bals.
Let's return our perspective to the frontal battlefield.
The Heretic Psychic Dreadnought finally slowly descended, and Wolstan let out an angry roar. Its Dreadnought was covered in dust. There was no major damage, but small damage continued. There were exposed broken wires everywhere, flashing with lightning, and occasionally There was black smoke coming out from some places.
Every time Wostan thinks "this guy's ammunition is not unlimited", his invincible position will shake for a while, and then explosive bombs will leak in, and the volcanic light spear will also cause huge injuries.
Now, through an observation window, Wostan narrowed its small eyes and looked up at the big guy in front of him.
I'm thinking he's quite tall, why don't I interrupt him for two sessions first?
The big think tank is also looking at the fearless machine at its feet.
Now from this perspective, Fearless does not seem to be big, and it is still comfortable for a large mecha.
Hey, why does this Dawn Fearless look more and more like a ball? Give it a kick.
The two sides charged forward with a tacit understanding, and then the big think tank hit Wostan in the face with a big kick.
There's nothing I can do about it, the legs are so long that Wolstein's power claws can't even reach them.
Just when the Astartes thought Volstan would be kicked away, the Greenskins began to laugh.
The iron armor in Dauntless Dawn burst, and a pair of green-skinned hands stretched out from the steel cage and hugged Mororis' thigh.
I chopped off both feet, but I didn't chop off my arms.
It was very terrifying to be grabbed by the physical body of a green-skinned war lord. The muscles in Wolstan's body were swollen, and the arm was thicker than the mechanical arm of Dawn's Dreadnought. It was impossible to imagine how it was stuffed into the Dreadnought.
"For, Holy Leth, Waaaaagh!!!"
Wostan hugged Mororis's thigh tightly and threw him hard on his back.
Can Mororis be used to it? Of course.
The thigh fell off directly, and then the self-destruction process began.
Since the Great Think Tank was equipped with a gravity-free flying device, these thighs have been completely used to store weapons. Anos has installed a self-destruction program on it, as well as smoke bombs, which can allow Moro Rui to use them at critical moments. Si broke his leg to survive.
The Great Thinker floats in the air, mentally more tense, but from a spiritual perspective, more relaxed.
(Cast iron fearless machine soul: That broken machine soul has finally gone away. If you don’t listen to me, what should you look at? Volcanic light spear. Believe it or not, you will be next! Hey, hey, hey, Mororis is not allowed to use his spirit. Can you whip me...)
Mororis descended slowly, and there were only two black nozzles left where the mechanical legs had been. They were two one-time hot melt jets that must be used in key places.
Wostan hugged his thigh and threw it far away, hitting the charred ground and causing a burst of dust.
The morale of the greenskins suddenly became frantic. The "Ogryn Auxiliary Army" picked up the metal guns in their hands and beat them wildly, making loud and unpleasant noises to cheer for their boss.
Bone Daya held up the tutu gun he had picked up and jumped happily. After jumping a few times, he felt that he could not jump as high as those big guys. He was a little disappointed, but the Waaaagh energy around him was now turbulent, driving it. It was in such a mood that it squeezed the trigger and fired wildly into the sky.
The big guys around looked at it and thought, yes, they opened fire.
For a moment, the green-skinned camp's heads were firing with guns, and even a fly that flew over would be shot down.
Different from the greenskin camp, the Astartes side were much calmer. They stood silently in front, the bolters in their hands still pointing steadily at the greenskins.
Of course, this is only the case on the surface.
The soldiers simply opened a group chat on the communication channel in the tactical helmet.
"The great think tank is becoming more and more demonic. How come the whole body can explode."
"Rather than saying that our tactical style is weird and changeable, I feel it is better to say that the thinking of our group leader is outrageous."
"You said that the prosthetic limb I had installed by the Anos brothers the day before yesterday could explode if it didn't work."
"I don't know. Anyway, Brother Enke helped me pretend. I can flick the knife out."
"..."
"Stop chatting and be alert. I feel like someone is delivering something to your door."
The big think tank finally landed. With a shake of his hand, the laser cutter suddenly lit up, and a black mark was drawn on the ground by the high-energy laser.
Wollstein didn't know where he pulled out a long knife. The two arms on Dawn's Dauntless became real mechanical arms. Two arms stretched out in front of the fearless chest. How did Wostan's whole look look? awkward.
But the greenskins were excited.
I don’t know if the four-armed God Emperor that the cowards hiding in the city are calling is true, but our four-armed boss is really handsome.
"WAAAAAAAGH!!!"
"Waaaaagh!!!"
The two big guys collided like wild bulls. The thick green-skinned arms hammered the Great Thinker hard, and the thick psychic lightning shot from the chest of the Great Thinker and went straight to Wostan's face.
The two sides went back and forth, spraying weapons at close range and slashing at each other with machetes, and a wonderful battle took place in a few rounds.
The Ion Slayer of the Great Think Tank opened fire at close range. Worstan's fearlessness narrowly avoided this ion attack, and a Grot popped up from behind, carrying a bomb larger than its body and trying to crawl to the Great Think Tank. physically.
A flash of lightning from the Great Thinker burned the Fart into ashes, and the bomb rolled back to Wostan's feet.
Wostan raised his short leg again and kicked the bomb away. Taking advantage of this opportunity to leave the ground with one foot, the big think tank suddenly exerted force, and all the machine spirits worked together to overthrow Wostan to the ground.
The combat skills of the Great Think Tank are the highest in the entire battle group, but it is still difficult to gain advantage in a short period of time.
The greenskin's invincible stance is too metaphysical. Maybe it would be better to blast away the big guys watching the battle with a round of missiles.
The Great Thinker thought this in his mind, but his hands moved faster than anyone else. The psychic attacks continued to scorch the enemy's body beyond the fearless body, and Wostan's injuries continued to worsen.
Although both sides were sitting on heavy and large refrigerators, they were surprisingly flexible. Wollstein's strong physique allowed him to smash the red box in front of him with the fists of real men.
After taking a few punches from the green-skinned war lord, the Great Thinker flew into the sky again.
The Orcs thought that Mororis had given up, and burst out with a thunderous war cry.
The Great Thinker always remained calm. After these rounds of fighting, he discovered that although Wostan's magical thinking had repaired most of the shortcomings of the Dauntless, there was still a fatal problem. Its turning speed was still not fast enough.
Morolis had a plan in his mind. He suddenly seemed to have lost power in the sky and fell freely towards the ground. A bunch of things quickly disintegrated and seemed to fall apart in the air.
Seeing this good opportunity, Wostan immediately raised his blackened arms and slammed them towards the Great Think Tank.
Morolis made a "square refrigerator" fall from the sky and hit upside down on some of the objects that had just decomposed and fallen.
When Wostan's arms were about to hit him, the ground suddenly exploded, and the psychic power of the Great Thinker suddenly exploded. The entire Dauntless flew to Wostan's head at an extremely fast speed, and then fell behind the enemy.
Wostan was startled and turned around staggeringly.
But the Great Think Tank was faster, and the two hot-melt gun barrels under his feet finally took action, melting the fearless back in one go.
The violent psychic lightning followed the breach of Dawn Dreadnought and struck Wostan's body directly.
Wostan's body slowly reached down, and thick black smoke rose up.
When an greenskin war lord died in battle, the greenskins around him were stunned.
Everyone looked at each other, who am I? What am I doing here?
Many greenskins suddenly appeared in the ground around the Astartes and the Mechanical Army. Under the instructions of the greenskin boss, these greenskins secretly made a surprise attack with the intention of surrounding the Astartes. At this time, these green-skinned commandos were also stunned.
"Fire! Live up to the Emperor's grace, charge forward, and liberate the entire galaxy!"
The soldiers of the Red Torrent were well prepared. This time, the roar of the Emperor's Angel resounded throughout the audience!
Red can... The Space Marines in bright red armor roared and rushed forward. Ashlan's three power swords were dangling, but they ran surprisingly fast and plunged into the middle of the enemy. , killed to the edge of Kazanev.
Not only was the Primaris team behind them not thrown away, but they used efficient shooting to clear out the surrounding enemies and support them in the past.
This Primaris team transformed from combat servants gradually became one of the most powerful units after a short period of adapting to the battlefield.
Primaris recruits with hundreds of years of combat experience can't even think about it.
The battle group was like a bright red dragon, biting the green beast's neck in one bite, and launched a bloody pursuit towards the enemies who were fleeing everywhere.
Gu Daya ran away risking his life.
At the moment when the boss suddenly died, the creatures of the surrounding Ork boss could intertwined with each other, faintly vying for the new boss, but it was not, it was a green-skinned boy, and in an instant, endless fear emerged from the abyss. body and wrap it tightly.
Bone Daya felt that it had never run so fast before. It felt that there were countless Goge and Mao Ge behind it trying to catch it. Each of them was guarding it and pulling out a thousand teeth. The method of pulling out the teeth was to slap it with a big fan.
Run quickly.
It staggered, running and crawling, going against the greenskins of the warring clans, climbing over terracotta hillsides one after another, until it stopped at the edge of a small stream.
Hu~hu~
This is always safe.
bang~
Bone Daya fell, suddenly and inevitably.
Rogier passed by it.
"Hurry up, hurry up, wolf cubs, go support the main force!"
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There is nothing wrong with this planet. The Crimson Torrent Chapter is in a state of rage for some reason and has invested all its wealth. We can't understand it.
We really don't care, the mortals at the mining base need us, really, woohoo~
Chapter Commander Matthew Leo commanded the Mother of Tears battle barge and headed towards a rocky planet on the outskirts of the galaxy, where the last remaining mortal troops were holding on.
No one knows how they did it. Among the countless green-skinned warships, the machine spirits of the anti-aircraft main guns miraculously hit all the incoming enemies with precision, forcing the enemies to choose to attack the main colony with stronger defenses first. .
In the last communication, they said that the ammunition of the anti-aircraft turret was about to run out, and the backup void shield had been overloaded by 70%. They fought bloody battles and engaged in fierce close combat with the enemies who landed there.
The battle barge shook slightly, and the bombardment gun fired at a green-skinned battleship, blasting it into space junk.
There is so much rubbish around.
Suddenly, the entire battlefield seemed to be stagnant, and all the green-skinned warships stopped moving. Then a large number of warships shot at each other, and a small number of enemies left on their own.
The entire greenskin chain of command collapsed.
Chapter leader Yifeng succeeded.
Chapter Commander Matthew Leo thought so.
We must also complete our mission quickly and rescue the mortals who are waiting for us.
The Mother of Tears quickened her pace, her engines roaring.
"Chapter Commander, there seems to be something wrong with the engine. The power is constantly decreasing."
"Technical sergeant, go take a look and pay attention to safety. Turn down the power first."
"Everyone, prepare to enter the airdrop warehouse. We will airdrop to the mining base to support them!"
"Chapter Commander, the wreckage at ten o'clock! There is a green-skinned battleship hidden behind it."
"No! All main guns and secondary guns open fire!"
A green-skinned warship used the wreckage of a previously floating warship as a cover and crashed directly into the mining base.
"The bombardment cannons are not ready yet. The lances have been fired."
The scorching light spears burned through the enemy's bunker, burning a big hole in the wreckage, but did not damage the green-skinned battleship behind.
"The macro cannon targets the enemy's power system and prioritizes paralyzing the enemy's engine." The enemy's counterattack hit the void shield, causing ripples.
The large macro cannon was loaded, and the loyal servitor pulled the bolt under the command of the crew.
The violent machine spirit of the space torpedo fully awakened after being pushed out of the ship. It savagely adjusted its trajectory to avoid the trash that dared to crash into my face.
I want to blow up the biggest one!
The torpedo steadily penetrated the molten metal hole created by the light spear, and then plunged into the enemy's ship.
Several big guys who were loading ammunition in the cabin were knocked to the ground by the sudden shock wave.
They looked at the cylindrical thing that crashed in with bewildered expressions.
A green-skinned man stretched out his hand in a desperate manner, pressed the pointed bullet, and suddenly jumped back, startling his companions.
Seeing no reaction, these big guys happily prepared to carry it. If they find a skilled master, they will be able to get some good teeth.
Space torpedo machine soul: this is art!
The huge explosion blew the spherical orc warship into two halves, and the front half smashed directly into the mining base with strong tail flames.
"No!" Chapter Commander Mathilio screamed heartbreakingly in the command room. The battleship even fired its close-in defense guns feebly in an attempt to stop the large mass of creation.
In the mining base, the transparent lookout glass was filled with blood mist, and outside the glass were various corpses and equipment floating in the air.
The mortal commander covered in blood stood on the highest watchtower and silently pushed the blood-stained sword into the scabbard.
Thank you for your hard work, brother.
He smiled happily and made a gesture towards a small battleship in the distance.
I wish you victory in every battle.
Dazzling light filled his eyes. The burning flames were mixed with panicked greenskins. The wreckage of the enemy's warship was very close at hand.
The machine soul of the anti-aircraft gun screamed feebly, and even its "privately stored" ammunition had long been exhausted.
Finally, he closed his eyes.
It's a pity that he fell at the end of the war.
A big pit was smashed out of the entire mining base, followed by an earth-shattering explosion.
Matthew Leo sat slumped on the floor of the battleship. He once thought that meeting the Red Torrent Chapter was a blessing for their Chapter. Fighting with this Chapter that truly cared about the survival of mankind made them extremely happy.
For a time they thought they had escaped their bad luck.
No, it must be that we are too far away from the brothers of Red Torrent.
You see, they successfully killed the enemy war lord.
We need to get closer to them.
Closer!