Invincible after death, but in Warhammer 40K

Naturally, the Drukhari would never allow their airship to make direct contact with this thick-skinned gunship.

Although the Thunderhawk Gunship was already fast enough, it was still far inferior to the airship.

This most ornate of airships was also the most powerful in terms of performance. It executed a light barrel roll, easily avoiding the Thunderhawk Gunship that was ramming towards it like a matador playing a bull. The two narrowly passed each other, and it even had the spare capacity to open another hole in the side of the gunship with a Lance.

However, just as they knew that their maneuverability was far superior to that of the Thunderhawk Gunship, the Space Marines also knew this.

Just as the leader of this small group was looking down with disdain at the clumsy Thunderhawk passing by, planning to have some fun with the big guys inside,

He locked eyes with a pair of goggles inside white helmets, flashing with a cold red light.

It was Artwood, with two other Space Marines next to him.

The three had not been inside the aircraft from the beginning. Instead, after loading camouflage, they used magnetic locks to attach themselves directly to the belly of the aircraft.

Now, there was no need to continue hiding their presence.

The energy originally supplying the camouflage was diverted to the Jump Packs, causing three giants nearly three meters tall to manifest in the midst of this exchange.

The magnetic locks were deactivated.

Their armor, flashing with metallic luster, was particularly dazzling at this moment.

Six pillars of fire ejected from the Jump Packs instantly propelled the three from the belly of the aircraft toward the airship.

However, the Kabal officers who managed to survive to the present were naturally not ordinary people.

As a noble Trueborn, the Drukhari officer reacted the moment the three manifested. His movements were far faster than those of the quickly trained Kabal grunts.

Does that mean I can...?

The officer thought this way. Just thinking about the torment that the blade would inflict upon the enemy's muscles, about their impotent roars and cries of pain, he could not help but extend his tongue and lick the ashes smeared inside his black armor, covered with the souls of tormented victims.

He drew a curved blade from his side; this visually striking Bone Sword was crafted by a Haemonculus. Its main body was a section of the spine taken from different slaves, and the blade was made of the incomplete skull of a developing infant.

The toxins smeared between the bones tormented the unfortunate souls imprisoned within while also easily invading and inflicting extreme pain on the victim.

But Artwood remained unmoved.

This was not an honorable duel, but a war to exterminate all Xenos by any means possible.

So he didn't mind using methods that were not so honorable, but more efficient.

The officer's reaction was the fastest, and he focused his attention on the three blue giants who were leaping towards the ship, but the attention attracted by this unexpected raid was also within the tactical plan.

As his vision focused on the Space Marines, in his blind spot, the rear end of the Thunderhawk Gunship belly that had passed the airship began to reveal something again—a structure that also did not belong to the aircraft.

A Tarantula Sentry Gun, attached to the ship and pointing at the enemy.

Its two dark Heavy Bolter guns unhesitatingly began to spew out fire, showering the opponent with deadly bolter rounds, targeting the Drukhari officer.

Although it takes a long time to tell, in reality, everything happens in the blink of an eye.

When the officer keenly noticed that the large guy in the white helmet didn't seem to be aiming at him, it was already too late.

The power to overcome all is in death, but in the 40K universe, Terrans don't lie to Terrans. 877 words.

The Heavy Bolter slammed hard against his armor, like a dull, heavy punch suddenly slammed down. The armor, which suddenly caved in under the blast, faithfully transmitted the impact.

As a "noble" Trueborn, he had decent protective equipment, even enough to withstand continuous direct fire from a Heavy Bolter for a short period.

But that didn't mean it could help him withstand this violent rain of bullets unscathed.

When the officer was attacked and hit by the first Heavy Bolter, the blunt force caused him to hesitate for only a moment.

However, when facing Space Marines at such close range, that moment alone was completely deadly enough.

The Chainsword with a rotating blade cut in along the officer's neck, breaking through the weak point between the helmet and body armor almost without resistance.

When the metal obstruction disappeared, the monomolecular blade sheared through it. His neck was severed, and his head flew up as the protective casing of the saw blade pressed in, widening the gap.

His expression was still frozen with the gravity of the moment when he realized that something was wrong.

However, the target of this strike wasn't him; he was just a sacrifice taken along the path of attack.

The falling sword, in the next moment, cleaved through a Kabal warrior who had just begun to draw his sword, splattering blood and flesh.

The airship, which could accommodate ten people, had already been reduced by one-fifth.

On the other side, while all of this was happening, Osghers had also landed.

Faced with the elite Kabal warriors rushing towards him, he first slightly shifted his position to face the nearest enemy, causing the black curved blade that was supposed to cut across his spine to only划过his side abdomen.

Hard Ceramite armor, tight, reinforced muscles.

All of this slowed down the curved blade cutting into his muscles.

As this Kabal warrior tried to withdraw his blade, Osghers' free hand had already grasped his face, and then crushed his helmet and skull directly together. A red and white liquid of brain matter and blood flowed from between his fingers.

Trading injury for speed was certainly not something done out of boredom.

Because the first enemy had failed to slow Osghers down in the slightest, a gap appeared in the otherwise smooth coordinated attack between the two enemies.

This gap allowed Osghers' Chainsword, which had been swung with full force, to arrive at the same time as the second enemy's curved blade, colliding with the blade before it could hit his body.

As a Primaris Space Marine, his strength was already dominant. The swing, full of arm strength, was even more unstoppable. This powerful strike directly knocked the curved blade away, even leaving the Kabal warrior holding the blade vulnerable under the tremendous force.

Without hesitation, he kicked out with one foot. The metal sole of the Power Armour collided with his black armor, making a muffled sound, causing his body to fly out directly.

For this Kabal warrior who was flying out of the airship, unfortunately, this was not a boxing ring; the consequence of being kicked out of the ring was not just being摔得with a cry of pain.

Of course, Benson hadn't been idle either.

He didn't jump directly onto the ship, but instead used the reactivated Magnetic Lock Module to grab onto the bottom of the airship, climbing towards its tail, and he held a Melta Bomb.

In other directions, the other airships were not unwilling to support the main ship, but the Archaeopter that had collided into their formation and began to engage them were just too troublesome.

This sacred design, which could be traced back thousands of years, was in no way inferior to professional interceptors in terms of performance. With the Valkyrie harassing them from the side, the Reaver Jetbikes and other airships discovered to their horror that they were gradually falling into a disadvantage in the engagement.

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