Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 173 Malcardo's Verbal Taunts

Boom boom boom boom boom——

The massive explosion blasted large holes in the chests of those mortals who came into direct contact with it. Some mortals nearby were also affected by the shockwave and knocked to the ground.

My head is spinning!
At the same time, the smoke from the explosion disoriented them, making them unable to distinguish east from west!

But before they could react, a figure suddenly broke through the smoke.

With a sudden swing of his arm, the Astartes sent a mortal's head flying into the air, so fast that no blood even spurted from the neck.

After killing dozens of mortals, the charging mortals finally reacted. They raised their weapons, wanting to kill Astartes on the spot!
Behind them, the ordinary Shark comrades watched with envy, wishing they could wear that armor right now.

That smoothness, that agility.

As the elite soldier Astartes delivered a spinning kick, the nano-monomer energy blade mounted on his heel sliced ​​six mortals in half.

Boom!

Just then, more sounds of clashing steel rang out behind them.

The group looked back again and saw their own regimental commander, the commanders of several other regiments, and the veterans of the first company appearing behind them.

"Alright! Thank you, leave the rest of the battle to us!" Lumir said boastfully to his Astartes brothers.

The Astartes were completely bewildered, for this was a phrase they usually used to say to mortals. Now, someone else was saying it to them!

To say that to them, one would need to be either the Primarch or the Imperial Guard. At the very least, it would have to be an army of Terminators, right?

After Lumir finished speaking, he charged forward, drawing his combat dagger from his waist and swinging it sharply. A nearly two-meter-long nanoblade with a single molecular blade appeared in his hand.

With improvements to this technology, in close combat, as long as the nanocore has sufficient energy, this nanoblade can extend indefinitely.

However, we need to consider whether the length of a single molecular blade of a combat dagger is sufficient to cover the blade area of ​​a nano-straight knife!
With a gentle flick, he didn't even allow the monomolecular blade to completely cover the entire edge of the nanoblade. The sheer sharpness of the nanoblade alone was enough to slice these unarmored mortals in half.

Actually, the core essence of the word "cut" is force!

You can't cut it because you're not using enough force.

It's that simple!

Theoretically speaking, if you have enough strength, even a sudden slap on a splash of water can turn that water into a sharp knife that can cut through anything in the world.

bang bang bang-

Suddenly, several shots rang out from firearms unlike those used by ordinary mortal soldiers. Upon hearing this, Astartes, who was indiscriminately slaughtering the two in the crowd, quickly conjured a nano-shield.

He then turned around, and unsurprisingly, two unexpected bombs pierced through the nano shield and shattered it.

The final explosive shell struck Lumir's shoulder armor precisely as he turned around.

This broke through the deep gaps left by the nano-armor on the power armor.

"The traitors are here!" The two men, attacked, retreated without hesitation, joining the ranks. Tie Hui and the others had already set up their formation, awaiting the arrival of the Iron Warriors. Since the warship was already theirs, attacking it themselves would likely result in losses.

On the contrary, staying here to wear down the enemy's manpower is a wise choice. We can just slowly wear them down; they can afford to do so on their own turf.

They might even turn this place into their training ground for new recruits!

Tie Hui held a bomb gun, watching the figures that flashed by from time to time in the dark passage and the increasingly clear heavy footsteps.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the enemy to arrive. But Tie Hui suddenly thought of something and said to everyone, "Catch a few alive, preferably intact."

Iron Will hadn't forgotten about making those Iron Turtles perform "Sabraca." He figured he'd record a video and spread it all over the universe; that would drive Peturabo absolutely crazy.

Upon hearing the order, everyone was taken aback at first, but then nodded to indicate that they accepted the mission. They would carry out Lord Tie Hui's orders accurately and without hesitation.

The adults must have their reasons for doing this! They just need to follow orders and know the direction of the attack.

Malcado sneered as he watched the figures flashing by in the dark passageway. "These traitors want us to make the first move. These traitors who only know how to do construction work... I bet their tactics manuals are set up like clockwork; they have to follow the instructions exactly!"

He shouted the second half of his sentence the loudest, for as the Fist of the Empire, he knew all too well the many shortcomings of these steel warriors.

Therefore, whenever we criticize these Iron Warriors, we often hit the nail on the head. For example, the sentence just now was a mockery of their worship of machines and their lack of flexibility.

His mockery drew laughter from the Astartes behind him, and even the mortals exaggerated their laughter.

His sarcasm and the ridicule from the crowd clearly had an effect, causing the figures in the darkness to pause for a moment.

Hart Neff raised an eyebrow, signaling Malcard to continue his taunts. This was working well; if it could get these traitors to charge, it would significantly reduce their own casualties and save them time in capturing the warship.

Malcado nodded to indicate he had received the message, then turned and looked around, his eyes lighting up. His nanocore materialized into a makeshift mechanical megaphone. "Look at what you've built! Even mortals and mechs can board your warships single-handedly!" Malcado shouted, drawing upon every piece of history he had read about the Iron Warriors. "The towers you've built are crookeder than Dorn's severed hand! Even the fortifications the orcs built with scrap metal are stronger than yours!"

He paused, and everyone looked at him with confusion. It wasn't that Malcardo was injured; rather, he was recalling a piece of history.

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Losers, dwarfs consumed by jealousy! Losers of the Siege of Terra and the Eternal Fortress!" He even forgot he was on a battlefield, wanting to lean out and stand on one leg on the cover.

Fortunately, several Astartes nearby reacted quickly and pulled him back; otherwise, a few bombs would have sent him back to the Golden Throne.

"Lord Dorne once declared that he would drag Perturabo out of his burrow and then lock him in a dog cage and take him back to Terra!" He paused and took a deep breath, as if those words had given him all the oxygen he needed.

"Hmph! But I don't think Lord Dorn needs to lift a finger. With just my black sword, I can pull that loser, Perturabo, that jealous dwarf, out of his turtle shell, throw him into a dog cage, and take him back to Terra for trial—" The last syllable was drawn out, and the voice was extremely honest and clear.

After he finished speaking, he leaned against the cover and took a few breaths.

"it is good!"

Suddenly, all the Astartes and mortals in the surrounding bunkers clapped and cheered loudly!

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(End of this chapter)