Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"Charles, are you okay?"

The rescued Blood Angel had a worried look on his face, his eyes fixed on the left hand of the Space Marine Charles who had just saved his life. The area below the elbow was empty.

"Don't be distracted during the battle!"

Charles's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. He stared at the Space Marine whom he had just pulled back from the brink of death with eyes as sharp as a hawk, and shouted harshly.

His voice was deep and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty that made people feel awe.

"Bang bang!" Just as Charles shouted angrily, he quickly put the chainsword in his hand back into the scabbard at his waist, and then picked up the grenade launcher hanging at his side, and continued to fire fiercely at the combat robots that were rushing like a tide in the distance without hesitation.

Every time the trigger is pulled, a hot bomb whizzes out, drawing deadly arcs in the air and accurately hitting those hideous mechanical enemies.

"Yes!"

The Blood Angel Space Marine rescued by Charles suddenly came back to his senses as if awakened from a dream. He knew that the battle situation was urgent and there was no room for hesitation or distraction.

So he picked up the grenade launcher in his hand as quickly as possible and fired desperately at the combat robots in the distance. The powerful firepower formed a dense barrage of bullets, temporarily suppressing the enemy's offensive momentum.

"Char, use the melta bombs to blow through the wall. We can't stay here and fight these damn mechanical skeletons any longer, otherwise more of our brothers will lose their lives in vain!"

At this time, the priest Kazaan in the team shouted orders to Charles. While directing other team members to defend, he closely watched the changes in the battlefield situation.

"Yes, Reverend Kazaan!"

Ciel responded loudly to the priest's orders. Without hesitation, he reached from his waist and pulled out a heavy melta bomb.

The bomb was completely black, with a faint red light flashing on its surface, and it was obviously in an activated state. Just as Charles was about to turn around and rush to the wall to carry out the blast,

The Space Marine rescued by Charles quickly snatched the melta bomb from Charles's hand and rushed towards the far wall, leaving only one sentence in Charles' communication channel:

"Charles, you're already injured, let me handle this!"

Charles looked at the other person's back as he left, and did not choose to argue with him. Instead, he raised his grenade launcher to provide cover for him.

"Bang bang bang."

"Boom."

Gunshots and explosions rang out one after another.

"Reverend Kazaan, there are no enemies here."

After the Blood Angel blew up the wall, he rushed out through the gap. After discovering that there were no mechanical skeletons behind the wall, he shouted loudly on the communication channel.

"Retreat!" After receiving the message, the priest quickly led the Blood Angels out of the corridor where the assault boat entered, fighting while retreating, suppressing the combat robots that wanted to approach.

"This way."

After the priest followed the gap created by the melta bomb and entered another corridor, he looked at the information displayed on the divination instrument.

The radar scan on the auspicious instrument can scan high-energy reactions and find high-powered technological equipment such as void shield engines and Geller force field engines without having to search room by room.

"Yes." The other surviving Blood Angels quickly followed the priest and rushed towards the location where the void shield engine was placed.

The Blood Angels discovered that the closer they got to the void shield engine, the more mechanical skeletons they encountered, and the more severe the obstacles they encountered.

However, in order to completely occupy the spaceport, the Blood Angels had no choice but to continue charging forward in the face of the mechanical skeletons that came to block their way.

The battle between the two sides became increasingly fierce, with shouts and gunshots resounding throughout the battlefield.

Fifty Blood Angels boarding the enemy were charging recklessly towards their target. However, when they finally reached a distance of just one kilometer from the Void Shield engine, this once formidable force had been severely damaged, with fewer than twenty men remaining.

"Brothers, hold on! We're about to win this boarding battle. The Void Shield Engine is right before our eyes, within reach!"

The priest waved the flaming grenade launcher in his hand, firing fiercely at the combat robots that were pouring in from the distance, while shouting at the top of his lungs.

He encouraged the wounded but still high-spirited Blood Angels around him. His eyes were firm and fervent, as if burning with an eternal fire of faith.

"Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!"

Hearing the priest's passionate and generous encouragement, the other Blood Angels shouted in unison. The sound was like thunder exploding in the air, shaking everyone's heart.

They gripped their weapons tightly and continued to charge forward with firm steps, each step shed with blood and sweat.

"Charge..." the pastor shouted, ready to lead everyone in launching the final general attack.

But at this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from deep within the spaceport—"Boom!"

A massive fireball soared into the air, instantly illuminating the surroundings as bright as day. A powerful shockwave swept across, overturning countless obstacles and mechanical equipment. The battlefield, already rife with intense fighting, suddenly descended into chaos.

The entire spaceport was completely destroyed in the explosion, turning into a fireball burning in the universe.

When Spike witnessed the spaceport turn into a huge burning fireball in an instant, his eyes burning with anger stared at the scene in front of him, as if he wanted to burn it all to ashes.

Then, without hesitation, he raised his fist and smashed it hard at the control console in front of him. With a loud "bang," Spike easily smashed a deep hole into the console, which was crafted from incredibly strong and heavy plastic steel!

"Brother Kazaan..."

Spike gritted his teeth, forcing the name out. His gaze never left the spaceport, now completely engulfed in flames. The rage surging in his heart was like a volcanic eruption, threatening to plunge him into an uncontrollable black rage.

These damned heretics, their timing for self-destructing the spaceport was incredibly cunning! Why didn't they do it sooner? Or even later? But just when the priest was about to successfully shut down the void shield engines, they blew up the entire spaceport.

As a result, even Pastor Kazaan did not have enough time to evacuate his other fighting brothers safely, and could only helplessly be buried in the endless universe along with this spaceport.

You know, a company is not very large to begin with, with less than a hundred Space Marines. However, just this one attack on the spaceport caused the Fifth Company to lose a full two-thirds of its elite forces!

Faced with such tragic casualties, Spike was able to maintain his sanity and did not immediately fall into a state of black rage where he lost his self-awareness. One cannot help but admire his extraordinary willpower.