Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"I don't know him either." Argento shook his head helplessly, sighed deeply, and continued:

"Look at the energy weapons these mechanical skeletons are holding. Their attack power is far more formidable than our plasma pistols! What's even more surprising is that almost every one of these mechanical skeletons is armed with such a powerful weapon."

As he spoke, he pointed at the mechanical skeletons that were fighting fiercely.

Argento's attention was almost completely drawn to the Gauss rifles in the hands of the combat robots. Although this Gauss rifle could only fire an energy beam every few seconds, its unparalleled power was obvious.

Once the green-skinned orcs wearing sturdy ceramic steel armor were hit by this energy ray, their huge bodies would instantly disintegrate and turn into gravel on the ground within just one or two seconds.

Such terrifying killing power, how could Argento not show an envious look?

At this moment, a technical sergeant sighed from the crowd: "Oh, I really want to find out what this weapon is from."

However, before the pastor could finish his words, Iser couldn't help but speak out:

"Don't be delusional. How could this group of extremely hateful heretics possibly tell us such important information?"

Just when everyone was feeling a little frustrated, an unexpected situation occurred.

The combat robot standing not far from the crowd suddenly uttered a mechanical electronic synthesized sound: "This is a Gauss rifle."

"Gauss rifle?"

Argento and his group looked at the combat robot in surprise. They didn't expect that these guys could actually talk.

However, facing everyone's surprised inquiries, the combat robot no longer paid attention to them, but continued to hold the Gauss rifle and pull the trigger at the green-skinned orcs in the distance.

"What did you say just now?" The technical sergeant behind Issel couldn't help but push Issel's back and asked in a soft voice.

"I didn't say anything?" Faced with the technical sergeant's question, Isel couldn't help but pretend to be stupid.

"Attack those green-skinned orcs. Don't let these damned heretics look down on us."

Argento shouted orders into the communication channel.

"Yes."

All the Astartes Space Marines' expressions instantly turned serious. They quickly and neatly raised the heavy and powerful grenade launchers in their hands and without hesitation pointed the muzzles at the green-skinned orcs that were surging like a tide from a distance.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Accompanied by deafening noises, hot bombs flew out at an astonishing speed, streaking dazzling flames in the air, and then hit the ferocious green-skinned orcs with incredible precision.

Each bomb contains huge energy, and once it hits the target, it will immediately cause an extremely violent explosion.

Countless green-skinned orcs were blown to pieces in the violent explosion, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. The scene was extremely tragic.

Although the Space Marines of the Brass Dragon Chapter had achieved such remarkable results, they did not become complacent and remained within the safe zone formed by the Apocalypse Tanks.

These Space Marines were scattered around the Apocalypse Tank, standing firmly behind a solid line of defense formed by field shields and void shields.

While they calmly observed the actions of the green-skinned orcs in the distance, they continued to attack the enemy in an orderly manner.

Whenever an attack from the Green Orks hits the Field Shield or the Void Shield, it will either cause a dazzling explosion or be directly diverted by a mysterious force, thus preventing it from causing any substantial damage to the Space Marines.

In this fierce battle, the Space Marines of the Brass Dragon Chapter deeply felt the huge advantage of being near the Apocalypse Tank.

As long as they can hold this position firmly and prevent the enemy from getting close to the Apocalypse Tank, they can launch attacks at will and reap the enemy's lives to their heart's content without having to worry about being counterattacked by the enemy.

This feeling was so wonderful, as if they had become invincible on the battlefield. This also made these Space Marines extremely envious of the Defense Force soldiers, who could eliminate the enemy like shooting targets without worrying about their own safety.

As the Space Marines continued to attack the green-skinned orcs rushing towards them from afar, a number of servitors kept delivering ammunition to refill the ammunition supplies for the Space Marines' explosive bombs.

Without these servitors, the Astartes would be in an awkward situation of being out of ammunition after using up the ammunition they carry.

The defense soldier who leaned out of the Apocalypse tank and operated the anti-aircraft machine gun stared coldly at the group of servitors who were busy helping the Astartes Space Marines load ammunition.

These mechanical servants had twisted bodies, hideous faces, and were plugged with all kinds of mechanical cables. They looked like monsters that were neither human nor ghost.

The corner of the defense soldier's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of disdainful sneer. The sound was neither loud nor soft, but loud enough for everyone around to hear:

"Humph! Look at these guys, using such backward technology, they are simply a group of uncivilized barbarians. They even turned their compatriots into such horrible and ugly monsters. It's really disgusting!"

Argento had just taken a magazine full of explosives from a servitor when he keenly caught the mocking words of the defense soldier and immediately stopped what he was doing.

He slowly raised his head, staring intently at the rude defense soldier, while holding up the heavy magazine in his hand, and questioned with a tone full of dissatisfaction and anger:

"What did you just say? You dare to say this is outdated technology? Open your eyes and take a good look. This is one of the most powerful weapons and equipment in the empire!"

Argento's face was terribly gloomy, and veins bulged on his forehead.

For a Space Marine loyal to the Imperium, any slander against the Imperial glory and the weapons and equipment they wield is intolerable. Especially when someone dares to slander the powerful Space Marines as a group of uncivilized barbarians, it touches his bottom line.

If he were not in the midst of a fierce battle with the green-skinned orcs, Argento would have rushed forward without hesitation and used his iron-hard fist to teach this ignorant heretic a lesson, so that he would understand the painful price he would have to pay for casually insulting one of the empire's strongest forces.