Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

The two squad leaders sprang into action, their eyes as sharp as hawks as they quickly scanned their respective squads. They soon singled out five soldiers with exceptional close combat skills.

Including the two team leaders, there were seven people in total. Their steps were steady and powerful, revealing their strong close combat ability. The seven people quickly came to the side of the squadron leader.

Their eyes were filled with determination and resoluteness as they quietly waited for the squadron leader to give the order to charge. The seven of them stared intently at the noble commander who was still trying to get closer, eager to kill the monster at close range, without any fear.

At the same time, the tank commander sat in the tank, his eyes fixed through the observation window on the eight people in front who were preparing to charge.

He was filled with doubts and couldn't help but ask the squadron leader on the communication channel: "Why don't you just call for Space Marine support?"

The captain's voice was low and firm. He said solemnly, "We are confident that we can defeat this evil monster. It is not enough for the Space Marines to take action. They have more powerful enemies to deal with."

Since a monster blessed by the evil god has appeared here, such monsters may also appear in other places. Since I have the ability to get rid of this monster, there is no need to trouble the Space Marines to make a wasted trip.

Although facing the monster in front of him, the squadron leader knew that his entire squadron of more than 100 people might find it difficult to defeat it based on its previous performance.

But he knew very well that these monsters had various strange immunities to long-range attacks, but were significantly more effective in close combat. As long as he could get close to them, he would most likely destroy them.

"Well, if you are in danger, I will directly call for the Space Marines to come for support." The tank commander said to the squadron leader in a deep voice.

"Okay, that's fine." The squadron leader did not raise any objections to the tank commander's suggestion.

If the eight most proficient fighters among them are unable to kill this monster with strange abilities, and the rest of the soldiers will not be a match for this monster in close combat, then calling directly for Space Marines to come for support would be the right choice.

"Are you ready?" The squadron leader looked at the seven people seriously and asked in a deep voice.

"We're ready." The seven people nodded to the squadron leader.

"Okay, charge." The squadron leader drew the power sword from his waist and rushed towards the noble commander.

"Charge." The seven people roared and drew out their weapons, including power swords, power axes, power hammers, power shovels, etc., and followed the squadron leader to rush towards the noble commander.

"Stop attacking." The tank commander looked at the eight people rushing out and gave orders loudly in the communication channel.

Now eight people rushed towards the noble commander. If they continued to attack the noble commander, they might accidentally injure several people.

The soldiers who were constantly attacking the noble commander stopped the attack at the order of the tank commander, but they did not put down their weapons. They continued to stare at the noble commander, ready to attack him at any time.

"You damned heretics, you've finally stopped being cowards. I'm going to kill you and offer your heads to the great Divine Emperor."

The noble commander, who had been dodging the incoming attacks, roared in excitement when he saw several heretics rushing towards him.

Holding the command knife in his left hand, he rushed towards the squadron leader quickly.

Both sides were approaching each other rapidly, holding their weapons tightly, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the other side at any time.

"Clang" was heard, and the weapons in the hands of the noble commander and the squadron leader collided with each other, sparks flashing continuously. For a while, neither of them could do anything to the other.

This scene surprised the squadron leader very much. He originally thought that the single-molecule command knife in the noble commander's hand would be easily decomposed by the decomposition field of the power sword like other weapons, but this was not the case.

The squadron leader couldn't help but frown, his eyes becoming even more serious. After careful observation, he discovered that the noble commander's sword was actually emitting a faint blue light, as if a layer of mysterious energy covered it, successfully resisting the erosion of the decomposition field.

But this light blue light is not a decomposition point at all.

At this moment, the noble commander's left arm's sharp claws, his left hand grabbed the squadron leader at an astonishing speed, and a layer of mysterious blue light flashed on the claws.

The squadron leader reacted quickly, raising his left arm to block the blow. However, when the claws made contact with the ceramic armor, a sharp friction sound was heard. Although the claws could leave a shallow scratch on the ceramic armor, they could not penetrate its hard defense.

"Hmm? My blessing can't even scratch this fragile armor? Strange!"

A surprising sound was heard in the void. No one could hear this sound, it seemed real and illusory.

At this moment, another defense soldier also rushed over, and the power hammer in his hand smashed towards the noble commander's head as fast as a storm.

With a loud "clang" sound, the noble commander reacted extremely quickly to the sudden attack. He immediately stretched out his sharp claws to block the fatal blow.

The sound of metal colliding was crisp and loud, as if echoing in the air.

Although the noble commander successfully blocked the attack, he still felt the immense force of the power hammer and involuntarily stumbled back a few steps, trying to steady himself.

However, before the noble commander could catch his breath, another swift attack came towards him like lightning.

The noble commander's eyes widened. Faced with these continuous attacks, he could only defend with all his might.

The noble commander constantly brandished his claws and command knife, doing his utmost to fend off attacks from various weapons, including power hammers and engineer shovels. Every clash was accompanied by a harsh sound of metal friction and sparks flying everywhere.

In the fierce battle, the noble commander gradually fell into a passive situation. His movements became slower and slower, and scars began to appear on his body.

All the attacks suffered by the noble commander this time were on his body, leaving deep scars visible to the bone.

The noble commander's powerful self-healing ability seemed to have failed, and he could no longer grow various strange limbs in time to repair his injuries.

The defense soldiers took the opportunity to launch a more fierce attack, making it difficult for the noble commander to cope.

"Swish" the squadron leader squatted down and swept across quickly, and the power sword in his hand easily cut off the noble commander's legs.

"Bang!" Just when the noble commander was unstable due to the loss of his legs, another soldier holding a power hammer hit the noble commander on the head with the power hammer in his hand.

The parts of the noble commander that were not protected by those strange limbs were easily smashed into a bloody mist under the attack of power weapons.