Containment Control Starts With the Umbrella

at the same time.

Inside the CCS-class cruiser.

The interior of this ship, which is different from human technology, has smooth bulkheads, mostly light purple in color, and there are lines emitting blue light on the bulkheads.

And here seems to be some kind of warehouse for storing weapons and equipment, and there are also different races...

'Alien. '

Mmm! Mmm!

I saw a few elites equipped with blue armor, tall but stooped, talking to a large number of 'beasts'.

Listening to the tone, it seems to be blaming or warning.

This group of 'beasts' are taller and burlier, with an average height of over 2.6 meters, almost opposite to the elite.

The hair on their bodies is lush, like the early humans in the human history textbook, and the armor looks tattered.

These 'beasts' are one of the important members of the Star Alliance, the ghost-faced beast.

Immediately afterwards.

These few elites seemed to have finished counting the ghost-faced beast, and then left the warehouse one after another.

After the automatic hatch was closed, the elites disappeared from the sight of the 'everyone' in the warehouse.

Aw! Aw!

As soon as the elite left, the ghost-faced beast howled in disbelief. It seemed that the two races had had a long-standing grudge.

Boom!

Ah~!

And some ghost-faced beasts seemed to want to better vent their grievances, so they actually started beating the 'little fat man' race who were watching by.

The 'little fat guys' who were beaten uttered very funny wailing, and scattered to avoid these ghost-faced beasts.

'Little Fatty' is also a member race of the Star Alliance, or the lowest class, the Grunts.

They can also be called boar beasts, but grunts are more in line with their image.

Short, sluggish, and stupid, he needs to wear a breathing mask for a long time and absorb methane to live on a Covenant warship.

Although pure methane has no smell, the methane that Gulu people need to breathe contains ammonia, hydrogen sulfide and other components, so it can be considered that they are breathing...

fart.

Quack quack!

In addition to the above-mentioned races, there are also some races that look very much like jackals. Standing on the high deck watching the excitement, they make high-pitched laughter.

'Humans' are like their shapes, and these extremely annoying creatures are wolf men.

Most of them are more than 1.9 meters tall, but they are more stooped than elites, so they look very short.

And the jackals are one level higher than the grunts. They have the racial talent of 'sniping', and their eyesight is much stronger than that of elites, ghost-faced beasts, and grunts.

Just as the racial and class inequality of the Covenant was unfolding in this spacious warehouse...

Shhhhhhhhhhh!

A hot molten light emitting a red light directly shot through the rightmost bulkhead of the warehouse, and directly vaporized the ghost-faced beasts and Gulu people along the road.

Huh—~!

The moment the melting beam disappeared, the difference in air pressure between the inside and outside immediately caused this row of 'gale winds'.

Aw~!

Ah~!

The Brute Beasts, Grunts, and Gnolls in the warehouse who had not been vaporized by the hot melt beam could not resist the air current at all, and they were about to be sucked out of the cruiser.

Boom! Boom!

Puff!

'Fortunately' the Falcon rushed in in time, and used the hard head of the machine to smash the Covenants who were about to be sucked out of the ship to pieces.

In the end, the Falcon successfully entered the warehouse and blocked the gap that had been melted.

what!

Puff tom!

After the air pressure was restored to balance, those Covenants who were not sucked out of the cabin or were killed fell from the air on the deck.

It was just a routine jumping gang, which gave these Star Alliance all kinds of meat and eight vegetables, and they needed to rest for a while before they could recover their mobility.

Shua~! (x2)

Tread!

Blood Crows! Get rid of these alien heretics!

Yes! Sergeant!

For humanity!

But the Blood Ravens led by Gabriel will not give these Star Alliance a chance to breathe.

As soon as the doors on both sides of the Falcon's cabin were opened, there came the unique metal footsteps of the Titanium Armor, and the favorite metal battle cry of the Astartes.

Wow! Wow!

Whoa! Whoa!

The sound of bolt bombs and plasma bombs resounded in this hangar.

I saw that Gabriel and eleven Blood Crows were using standard bolt guns, while two Blood Crows were using large-caliber plasma cannons, and the last two were using 1.0cal caliber heavy-duty bolters.

The two blood crows who use plasma cannons are dressed similarly to the heavy bolt machine gunner blood crows. They both carry huge backpacks and hold plasma cannons about the size of the main cannon with both hands.

Boom! Puff!

The jackals and grunts who suffered from 0.75 and 1.0cal bolt bombs were directly smashed into pieces without even 'seeing' the explosion of the bolt bombs.

Roar!

boom!

But the ghost-faced beast was better, after being hit by a bolt bullet, it could still roar angrily.

But when the bolt bombs exploded on them, the body also turned into a ball of flesh.

As for the entire race that was attacked by the plasma cannon, they didn't even have a chance to resist, and were directly vaporized or melted.

In less than half a minute, the Astartes who had undergone intensive surgeries quickly eliminated the enemies within sight.

And for the sake of safety, a careful search was carried out in this warehouse to ensure that no one was alive.

Tch, miscellaneous.

After the safety was confirmed, a blood crow holding a heavy explosive bolt couldn't help but look at a half-cut ghost-faced beast corpse, and taunted with a metallic voice.

Okay. At this moment, Gabriel waved his hands, looked around at all the blood crows present, and said in a deep voice:

We were able to deal with each other so easily when the enemy was unprepared, so don't let me take it lightly.

We must know that if we have one less person, then the winning rate will be one point less, not to mention that our current winning rate is not even 10%.

Yes, Sergeant.

Buzz~.

At this moment, the automatic door of the warehouse suddenly opened, attracting the attention of the blood crows present.

?

But when the blood crows looked towards the open automatic door, they didn't see any enemies, which made the blood crows a little confused.

But the Blood Crows did not relax their vigilance. On the contrary, they formed a circle with their backs and carefully observed their surroundings.

Aww!

Om—!

Suddenly, an elite howl, and a sound effect similar to the rapid charging of an energy sword, came from the center of the formation.

Just look at an energy sword with two slender blades, which is waving 'out of thin air', and the blades are attacking the back of Gabriel's head.

!

Gabriel, who had been vigilant all the time, dodged the moment the energy sword struck, barely dodging the attack just now.

Buzz!

Hey——!

Forehead!!

But the energy sword swung 'out of thin air' slashed towards Gabriel's face again, and Gabriel couldn't dodge it in time.

The energy blade directly cut Gabriel's helmet and scratched his right eye.

The severe pain, like being burned by the scorching sun, made this Astartes veteran sergeant couldn't help but groan in pain.

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