Human Light Umbrella

So they stood up again, holding messy weapons, and gradually surrounded Thunder III.

"Ow!"

At this time, a red-armored elite gestured to several ghost-faced beasts, asking them to inspect Thunder III at close range.

"..."

No matter how upset they were, the ghost beasts still nodded their heads.

But before they could step closer, the door of Thunder III's nose suddenly opened, and then...

"Huh! Huh! Huh!" The bolt guns blared loudly.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of standard explosive bolts cracking and shredding the fragile flesh resounded throughout the warehouse.

"Dead! Die!"

"Go to hell, ugly alien!"

"For Father! For Magnus!"

At the same time, resounding throughout the warehouse, there is also the unique metal battle cry of the Astartes.

The moment Thunder III opened the nose hatch, the Thutmose reservists who had been waiting for a long time rushed out of the cabin and surrounded the soldiers of the "Alliance" in reverse.

Thirty Thutmose, divided into five teams, is a standard six-member tactical team.

Two of the squads, each with two heavy bolters of 1.0cal caliber.

Like Gulu people who are only one meter tall, they can't withstand 0.75cal and 1.0cal caliber bolt bombs at all. If they get hit or rubbed against a shot, their entire bodies will be blown into pieces.

So is the Gnoll.

But these disgusting guys, the metal device worn on the left wrist can deploy blue and green translucent energy shields to help them resist the bombardment of standard bolts.

But only once.

A bolter bomb shattered the shield, and the strong force broke the Gnoll's left arm and sent it flying.

Before landing, the Gnoll, who was still in mid-air, was hit by another standard explosive bolt.

The result is also the explosion of the body.

Light purple blood and pieces of flesh flew horizontally, splashing on the nearby bodies of the same kind.

!!!

Gnolls were the first race to collapse in the face of a brutal attack they had never seen before.

Even though the energy shields were intact, they screamed and ran out of the warehouse, not knowing that exposing their backs to the Astartes was the most stupid move they had ever made.

In less than one breath, Gabriel and his brothers were the first to slaughter all the gnolls.

On the other hand, the Guru people with the lowest class and the weakest have maintained basic morale.

They gathered around the Brutes and the Elites, especially the Elites, holding small "U" pistols and firing tiny green cannonballs at the Thutmose.

It seems that as long as there is a backbone, the Gulu people will still muster the courage to continue fighting.

Brutes and Elites...

"Roar!"

The Brute Beasts, whose basic height was higher than that of ordinary Astartes, let out roars that were no different from wild beasts, and some even wanted to wield giant hammers and giant axes to engage in close combat with Thutmose.

But after all, it is flesh and blood.

No matter how strong and strong the physique is, it can be solved by two more bolt guns.

Fragments of their limbs were scattered all over the deck, with dark red blood flowing, and the thick armor did not play any role at all.

On the contrary, they were equipped with sophisticated weapons capable of continuously firing blue-ray cannonballs, and gorgeous armor that could generate energy shields. Their action and reaction speeds were far faster than those of the elites of the "Alliance" races, and they successfully survived a round of shooting by Thutmose.

At least two bolt bombs are needed to break the shield of the blue-armored elite.

And the only red-armored elite had to withstand the bombardment of six explosive arrows before he became a piece of meat dripping with dark purple blood.

15 seconds passed.

The gunfire ceased.

Except for the [-] Thutmose reserves, there was only a bloody mess left in the warehouse, and hundreds of "Alliance" soldiers were slaughtered.

"Boom, boom."

A Thutmose stepped out of the formation, came to a ghost-faced beast that had only its upper body left, and was struggling to crawl, raised its left foot and stepped on it.

"Pfft!" With a sound, the ghost-faced beast's body was trampled, blood splashed everywhere, and it said coldly:

"Crappie."

The evaluation of chop suey deservedly belongs to these hundreds of "Alliance" soldiers.

Their only achievement before death was to leave a few traces of high-temperature burns on Thutmose's pottery steel armor and consume a little bolt powder.

"Don't take it lightly." Gabriel reminded the brothers at this time: "We don't know each other well. This is just the tip of the iceberg of the enemy's flagship, so we all remain vigilant."

Finished reminding.

Gabriel continued to order: "Now divide into two groups. While eliminating the aliens as much as possible, find their commanders, behead them or capture them, so as to reverse the situation that the Retribution is at a disadvantage."

heard.

A group of brothers nodded in response, divided into two groups, and used the automatic door that also opened by induction to quickly open the warehouse, leaving behind the old-fashioned Thunder III.

The pilots who belonged to Umbrella's official establishment chose to close the cabin door at the nose, contacted the Retribution, and remained on standby after reporting the current status.

Even though Gabriel didn't leave a tactical team behind to guard him, the pilot wasn't afraid, and was even prepared to manually overload the Thunder III's small nuclear fusion engine when necessary.

After all, there are only two outcomes for a successful dance.

Either get rid of all the enemies and complete the beheading.

Either the operation fails, and all the Astartes who jump to the gang are killed.

If it is the last result, then the pilots flying the Thunder series will directly perish with the enemy ship.

No matter what the result is, it will cause heavy damage to the enemy, and it will not be a loss.

Moreover, looking at the current situation alone, it seems that there is no need for this pilot to contribute his precious life to mankind.

at this time.

In a wide corridor that seems to connect various areas...

"Wow! Wow!"

"ah!!"

"Ow!!"

A very wonderful "symphony" is being staged.

The unique gunshots are intertwined with the fear, anger and unwilling cries of all ethnic groups.

I saw Gabriel leading fourteen brothers, "walking in the courtyard" in the corridor inside the enemy ship.

Even if the enemy is relying on the bunker, as long as he probes, he will be headshot accurately by the bolt bullet.

Among the soldiers of various tribes in the "Alliance", only the relatively large number of ghost-faced beasts and the few elites with good equipment can pose a slight threat to Gabriel and others.

In a short while, the corridor was cleared.

In other words, the "Alliance" soldiers visible to the naked eye were eliminated.

Before Gabriel and the others could move on, the automatic door at the end suddenly opened, allowing a group of "invisible" guys to rush into the corridor.

Chapter 255: Elite Veterans, Fierce "Naval Battles" and Great Shows

The automatic door opens.

A group of guys who could not be directly observed entered this corridor with silent steps.

If it is an ordinary human, they will only feel that the sensor of the automatic door is out of order, and then they will be killed secretly by these guys.

Even if they notice something is wrong, ordinary humans can't keep up with their speed of action, and they will only end up in death.

But it's a pity that they are aimed at the Astartes who are detached from mortals and have the visual aid of ceramic steel armor.

The moment Gabriel and his brothers opened the automatic door, they pulse-scanned the outlines displayed on the helmet screen, and "saw" that it was a group of elites equipped with special armor, who wanted to rely on "stealth" to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

then…

"Wow! Wow!"

Gabriel and the others locked onto the elite first, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Boom! Boom!"

Bolt rounds hit the Elite's energy shields, forcing them to reveal themselves.

After canceling the alternative optical camouflage effect, it was discovered that the armor of this group of elites was dark silver, which was more sophisticated than the guys they met before.

The same is true for the strength of the energy shield, at least five to seven standard bolt bullets are needed to break it.

In terms of reaction speed, it is also far superior to those wearing blue helmets and red helmets.

After Gabriel and the others attacked first and completed a round of precise bursts, among the dozens of silver-armored elites who tried to sneak attack them, six survived.

This surprised Gabriel and the others who had just grown up.

"Ow!!"

Unexpectedly, Tao Gangjia had pulse scanning, and the six elites who were caught off guard couldn't help roaring and shaking their right hands that held some kind of sword hilt.

"Om~----!"

The hilt stretched out a double-edged energy sword with light blue light.

Then, the six silver-armored elites stared at their respective targets, and attacked Gabriel and the others at an extremely fast running speed.

"Wow! Wow!"

Operate the reloading bolt gun, and a few Thutmose who don't need to reload, and continue to output the six silver armor elites.

In an instant.

An elite who was hit by a 1.0cal caliber bolt bomb, the shield only helped it resist two hits, and was blasted to pieces by the remaining bolts.

Four other elites also died from the precise shooting of Thutmose, and one of them threw its energy sword with all its strength at the moment the shield was broken.

Even this desperate blow that burst out to the limit of his potential failed to hurt any Thutmose.

However, the last remaining elite, taking advantage of the vacancy of the firepower of their comrades, successfully approached Gabriel, swung the energy sword and stabbed Gabriel's neck.

Gabriel, who had been prepared for a long time, retreated a little to avoid the stabbing, and took advantage of the opportunity to make a left knee movement towards the elite.

"Boom!"

The energy shield helped the elite to hold the top knee, but it was also lifted up by Gabriel's strong force, and its whole body hit the bulkhead of the corridor, and then fell heavily to the deck.

Before it could struggle to get up, Gabriel's brother used several bolt bombs to completely destroy its shield and completely end its life.

"... "

Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, the Thutmose under the helmets had serious expressions on their faces.

After hands-on fighting, they figured out the combat organization of this "alliance", and they also clearly noticed that the elites wearing different armors seemed to represent different levels of elites.

A regular team consists of five to seven Grunts, two Gnolls, and a Blue Armor Elite.

The blue-armored elite ranks against humans, and should be equivalent to non-commissioned officers such as corporal and sergeant, responsible for commanding and maintaining discipline.

As for the other regular team that Gabriel and the others had dealt with, it consisted of five to seven ghost-faced beasts.

Through this, it can be known that the number of ghost-faced beasts must far exceed that of the elites.

But during the battle, they discovered that the elites have absolute control over all races, and even the most basic blue-armored elites can command a team composed solely of ghost-faced beasts.

Finally there are elites in different armors.

The red armor is equivalent to a lieutenant with the rank of a human, commanding multiple regular squads, with a stable fighting style, unlike the blue armor elites who are impulsive and irritable.