Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 260 Fatal Sniper
"Humans are approaching. They have released their eyes, primitive and backward unmanned machines. We eliminated these things tens of millions of years ago."

“Humanity is following our old path.”

In the dense forest, an Eldar ranger wearing an invisibility cloak was perfectly hidden among the plants. He held a huge spear in his hand, aiming the scope at the advancing Space Marines.

His keen senses soon detected the small creatures flying among the trees. Although their engines were running at the lowest noise, the noise still could not escape the Eldar's specialized sharp ears.

When the reconnaissance drone flew over, the ranger covered himself with the cloak, and the cloak with powerful stealth effect immediately avoided the drone's scan.

The ranger held his breath. His powerful biological lungs could keep him in the breath-holding state for hours. Even his heartbeat slowed to the limit under the control of his will. Then his slender fingers slowly pulled the trigger on his ranger spear.

The Ranger Lance is a weapon created through psychic growth. The firing crystal can give the lance a longer range and greater lethality.

In his sight, those human warriors wearing heavy armor maintained a loose formation in groups of three. They moved cautiously, and even a ranger would find it difficult to seize an opportunity to kill them all at the same time.

But at this moment, he was not the only ranger in this dense forest. The rangers who voluntarily followed Erik Nightspear set up an ambush here.

Following an order, several imperceptible psychic laser beams suddenly pierced through the dark forest and hit the nearest team of cobalt blue-painted Space Marines at the speed of light.

Compared to human laser guns, the ranger's long rifle is characterized by the fact that it will shoot out a tiny needle from the barrel, and the flying needle is suspended in a laser beam. Its accuracy is far higher than that of the Empire's laser weapons, and the beam is also tighter.

The Space Marines only felt that their auspicious instruments suddenly began to alarm, and the display screens of their tactical helmets instantly glowed red. Before they could take any action, they were hit by the enemy's ultra-long-range sniper.

"Enemy attack!"

The leading Space Marine sergeant roared and turned with his shoulder armor to the direction of the attack while looking for cover. There was a tiny long needle that was imperceptible to the naked eye stuck in his helmet. The cobalt blue paint was melted by the heat. If it weren't for the protection of the adamantium helmet, his head would have exploded long ago.

"The enemy is in that direction!"

This three-person team communicated with each other on the communication channel, and after processing by the Thinker's computer, the source of the attack was at least one kilometer away or more.

Even in some open areas, long-range sniping of more than one kilometer is not easy, not to mention that the target is these Space Marines who can run at a speed of dozens of kilometers per hour even in mountainous areas.

This means that the enemy sniper can ignore the vegetation that acts as an obstacle between the two and accurately snipe the head.

After the first round of sneak attacks, they didn't even find the enemy's exact location, and the reconnaissance drones did not effectively observe the situation.

Even though they knew that the opponents they would face this time were not those weak Savage Eldar, the Extreme Marines were still amazed by the enemies' superb marksmanship. Only a small number of elite snipers among them had this ability.

The same positive actions took place in every corner of the Pandora Forest. The Ark Eldar fired the first shot in tacit understanding, but the effect they obtained did not meet their expectations.

"It's difficult for us to break through the enemy's armor protection and attack their goggles."

"Try the joints. Their joints can't possibly defend as well as the rest of their body."

A voice sounded in the minds of many rangers through psychic power. The legendary ranger Erik Nightspear was also on the battlefield.

He raised his Voidbringer, the graceful long rifle was lightly held between his slender fingers, his whole body was in a state of complete concentration, an aura of absolute confidence lingered around the ranger, when he pressed the trigger, an enemy would surely fall.

Finally, he fired. A swift beam of light passed through layers of obstacles, finding the path with the least loss among the numerous obstacles, and struck the goggles of an Ultramarines from the side at an incredible angle.

The reddish crystal was shattered instantly, and an extremely fine long needle pierced his eyeball and pierced his brain cleanly.

The Astartes fell to the ground silently as if half of the power was cut off. His power armor didn't even have a chance to activate the life support system. His brain was completely destroyed. Even with the physique of a Space Marine, there was absolutely no hope of survival.

In the sight of other Extreme Marines, the display status of this battle brother suddenly changed from healthy light green to dead scarlet.

They knew that they had lost a battle-hardened comrade forever.

But there was no time to be sad. Hill immediately locked onto the source of the attack. He did not let other battle brothers launch a charge, which made them living targets that the enemy could hunt at will.

The best way to deal with snipers, besides sending out other snipers, is to call in carpet fire bombing.

The coordinate information was instantly transmitted to the Iron Hand in the rear. The Iron Father communicated with the Machine Soul with a grim smile, and quickly aimed the terrifying muzzle of Apocalypse at the coordinate location.

The devastating bombardment created a thunderous sound of air explosion, and visible ripples spread out from around the casing.

At the same time, the missile launcher on the armored plate of the Apocalypse tank released a blazing flame. Within just one second, the ancient forest was destroyed under the firepower coverage.

Those destructive missiles with huge tail flames left numerous wakes in the air, and then, under the processing of the built-in chips, they slammed heavily onto an entire mountain.

Violent shock waves and deadly high temperatures swept across, and the entire mountain seemed to be shaking. The giant trees were instantly roasted yellow and withered, and their dead branches kept falling off.

However, the enemy's sniping showed no signs of stopping, and two more Extreme Warriors fell down neatly without even noticing that the enemy's position had changed.

Within a few seconds, three precious veterans were killed. In the previous fight against the Pandora monsters, the Space Marines were not even hurt. Only a dozen veterans of the mortal auxiliary army were unfortunately sacrificed.

Hill's pressure increased instantly. He called for more artillery support while also calling for support from the Tengu mecha hovering in the sky.

The Apocalypse tanks and the Knight mechas unleashed their firepower at full force. Large-caliber shells and destructive plasma beams were dropped on the suspected areas like a rainstorm. They had no intention of being stingy with their firepower, and they looked like they wanted to destroy the entire forest.

Although the rangers had expected the human counterattack, such fierce firepower still made them feel that this operation was difficult. Compared with the human Space Marines they had fought before, these enemies before them had a completely crushing momentum in terms of speed, defense and firepower.

Suddenly, several rangers were covered by firepower. They, along with the huge trees they were standing on, and even the rocks and mountains were razed to the ground. The horrific craters cut off all possibilities of life, and the high-temperature plasma melted the sand and stones on the surface into glass.

The extreme heat ignited the forest, and smoke filled the air.

The billowing black smoke blocked the Rangers' next sniper attack. Under the instructions of Ilic Nightspear, they quickly abandoned their base and evacuated quickly on those hidden Raptor jet bikes.

The two sides won and lost in the first round of competition, but the war had just begun. The rangers formed groups of two and began high-speed guerrilla warfare on two-person Raptor jet motorcycles.

One person acted as the rider, and the other was the main output. Those black and red painted jet motorcycles with surprisingly low noise flashed in the forest like ghosts.

(End of this chapter)