Chapter 521 Mixed Tide, but No Challenge

The corpses surged out like a tide, and Sura stood in front of them with no way to retreat.

He didn't have time to consider the problem with the bird divination instrument. He subconsciously entered a fighting posture, stepped sideways with his burly body, and then tightened the muscles in his waist and abdomen to transfer the power from his legs to his arms.

The 1.3-meter-long power sword did not have time to charge, and with the blessing of the body and electromagnetic muscles at the same time, it swept towards the crowd in front of him with pure brute force!

Whoosh... whoosh!

The sound of the spine breaking and the cutting of muscles and fat rang densely, and nearly 20 bodies were cut in half by this sword.

Groups of corpses lost their support and fell radially in front of him, and the dirty blood flowed out of the broken limbs like black paint, and then splashed everywhere...

However, the latecomers were still advancing. The zombies infected by the plague could no longer be called human beings, and there was no fear at all;

The staggering figures were shaking forward, filling the gap that had just been cleared in front of Astarte, and more footsteps sounded in the shadows under the corridor behind the corpses.

Those were heavier footsteps, which also meant more dangerous enemies.

Sura evaluated the battlefield in a flash, and at the same time, his comrades at a higher point behind him also reminded in the communicator:

In the middle and high corridors of the building complex in front of him, there were enemies with weapons moving at high speed, occupying the strike position of crossfire.

And as he looked across the corpse tide to the front position, a group of "strong men" almost as tall as him, holding heavy shields with iron light or wearing heavy armor full of barbs, slowly walked out of the darkness in groups!

"Defense Corps?" Sura said subconsciously, which was the only reason that could explain the origin of the lineup in front of him.

Single gunmen and Ogryns were not uncommon, but the gunmen above and the subspecies giants in front of them all joined the battlefield in a complete combat formation.

They were either disciplined, with lean and lean bodies covered in earth-gray camouflage uniforms, occupying more shooting angles at the fastest speed in silence;

or they had a complete division of labor, from shield-bearing guards to giant hammer attackers, and even firepower hands holding twin heavy machine guns to provide tactical backup;

This was beyond the capabilities of the Hive Gang, and was an armed force with the characteristics of a paramilitary organization.

This could only be the local defense corps, or the Star Army that came to support nearby.

The former, as the private force of the star district governor, was directly supported by the local finances of the star district;

The latter even had the organization of the Imperial Military Affairs Department, and everything from equipment to supplies came from major forging worlds.

Only they could maintain the long-term existence of this combat formation.

And the Hive Gang? Sorry, even if we empty their family's coffers, it's probably not enough to cover the expenses of these professional soldiers for a week...

Why did they rebel? Does their rebellion mean that the local governor has been killed?

What about the Inquisition? What about the Military Affairs Department and the Imperial Navy? What are they doing?

A series of questions appeared in Sura's mind, but he just didn't have time to sort them out.

But in any case, the fact is that this group of people has now rebelled and is actually standing opposite the Empire...

Bang!

A gunshot from the flank made Sura instinctively tilt his head and raise his shoulders.

The red focused laser missed the target in milliseconds and deviated from the weak area of ​​the neck armor.

The high-energy rays could only scream regretfully, and then were refracted to invisible places by the heavy ceramic steel shoulder armor.

Lucius laser gun? That's the Astra Militarum!

The tactical positioning of this thing in the Imperial Army is a precision rifle second only to a real sniper rifle.

With a maximum charge of 2.5 seconds, it can even penetrate the weak parts of the Mark III power armor!

But this thing consumes batteries! And it's a high-energy battery!

The defense army doesn't have, let alone afford, such rare stuff!

After confirming the enemy's origin from the equipment, Sura began to re-evaluate the enemy's combat potential.

The enemy has the strength and quality of group shooting, and with their mobilization ability, if they can't quickly resolve the battle here, then what awaits him is that the company-level and above units will intervene in the battlefield!

That's not easy to deal with!

Once bitten by this group of hyenas, don't think about getting out of the battle completely without paying a price!

Sura frowned slightly, but he was not worried about his own situation.

Putting himself in other people's shoes, the first thing he worried about was the group of battle sisters!

The situation here is worse than he expected. If his opponent is the Star Army, then the battle sisters will also face a group of well-armed professional soldiers!

And the location of this planet is adjacent to the Gothic Star Zone, and several forge worlds are nearby. Judging from the average equipment of the Star Army here, they are likely to have armored units!

Emperor bless them, they better not find the sanctuary yet!

Sura didn't even need to imagine, as long as he put himself in their shoes, it would be no problem for him to lead a troop to infiltrate, destroy, or even attack.

But in front of a Star Corps with Leman Russ tanks, giving up their own advantage in mobile warfare and holding on to help in the most stupid way? He swore that he would kill the idiot who gave the order directly...

Tear! Another pile of corpses separated.

Sura felt the feedback of the sword blade breaking through the flesh and bones, and shook off the dirty blood on the sword with some heartache.

The energy battery cannot be saved, otherwise the strength of the sword body will be greatly reduced.

So when the zombies surged in front of him again, Sura's sword-holding fingers secretly pressed behind the hilt of the sword.

The teeth-grinding sound of flesh and bone cutting appeared again, and this time, with the blessing of the decomposition field, the zombies of hundreds of people were cleared away in a breath!

The slashing of the fine power sword continued, and the short and accurate sound of gunfire also sounded from behind him.

The gunmen on the high-rise buildings were either just poking their heads out and their heads were smashed by the explosive bullets flying from a distance;

or they were locked by the Astartes through the bunker through thermal imaging before they reacted, and then died from a precise shot that passed through the wall.

And the subspecies giants staggering behind the zombies were swept into the cold storm of the power sword at the moment the zombies were cleared.

Buzz!

Sura, who intended to fight quickly, no longer dodged, but chose to fight head-on.

The heavy iron shield was torn by the sword like paper in front of the decomposition force field, and the powerful chisel could not catch up with his body at all, and he could only fight wits and courage with the air.

They were also wearing black armor, but the Astartes were much more slender and agile than the Asian giants.

This was not a simple collision of strength, but a suppression of martial arts and tactics;

This was not a battle of equal strength, but a killing machine that was fully armed and trained in war skills for a hundred years, judging and slaughtering them in the name of the Emperor.

This group of giants that were already invincible in the eyes of mortals were as slow as a rusty puppet in front of Sura.

And in front of the long sword that could cut gold and iron like cutting paper, they could only face death in a slow and futile struggle.

Huh...

Sura adjusted his breathing and propped the long sword on the ground with both hands.

A faint scratch appeared on the shoulder armor, and this was his only injury in the battle just now.

The giants in front of him had all surrendered, and there was no enemy around him.

The bodies of the fallen giants had not yet cooled down, and the molten red light on the cuts of their inferior armor had just dimmed.

Sura subconsciously glanced at the hilt of the sword, and the green mark on the energy indicator showed that in the dozens of swings just now, the battery supporting the decomposition position had consumed one-fifth.

This was an Astartes-level weapon, much stronger than the "toy" of the Military Affairs Department that could only cut three times.

And this power was not only reflected in combat. When he put it back to his waist and let the magnetic device close to the hilt start charging, the Mark series power backpack was also silently supporting them.

"Check the hormone residue, report whether there is any damage, check the physical condition, charge the melee weapon, check the amount of ammunition..."

Sura issued orders in an orderly manner during the interval between battles, and all his goals were only one: to maintain the state as much as possible.

This was his experience from previous wars, because the enemy would always be more numerous than expected...

There was no response in the communication channel, but behind him, the footsteps of his comrades had already sounded.

Sura didn't even need to look back to know that at this moment, his comrades were taking turns to cover their companions in order of their respective positions, and then continued to explore beyond his position.

"Route?" The comrade in front asked in the communication channel, and this question was actually to confirm whether his guiding principles had changed.

Fight or not? Sura made a choice instantly.

"No corridor bridge! Still prioritize the first goal of the mission!"

Sura thought about it, and then ordered in the team's communication channel.

Before finding the battle nun, he had to avoid unnecessary fighting as much as possible.

"Received." The soldier at the front of the team looked under the iron bridge and licked his lips with some regret.

They didn't participate in the battle just now, because the enemy of that intensity was not even worth their cover.

And the enemies and terrain here were obviously just the outermost cordon. If they followed Sura's route, it would be equivalent to jumping out of the battlefield preset by the enemy.

"Let's go."

Several Astartes lifted each other up, climbed over the man-made roadblocks, and disappeared into the huge building of the hive.

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