Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 208

The Night Guardian spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something unrelated to the current life-or-death struggle.

He lowered his body and assumed a fighting stance, holding a spear horizontally in front of him with his right hand, while extending his left hand to taunt Ran Dan: "Come and meet your death!"

Seeing the human's provocative actions and extremely arrogant words, Ran Dan no longer considered the use of force.
It furiously brandished its bone blades, shrieking as it displayed its power, determined not to be underestimated by humankind.

The alien charged forward, baring its fangs and claws, while the Night Guard shook its head in regret.

In his eyes was a savage beast wielding a sharp blade, flaunting its power, but it was all bark and no bite, lacking the restraint and gravitas that true power should possess.

The Night Guard narrowed his eyes, watching for every opening in Ran Dan's defenses, and launched an attack with his spear.

"Please give my regards to Death."

With a greeting, the guard extended his right hand to block Ran Dan's slashing bone blade, while his left hand moved swiftly, leaving afterimages.

Ran Dan's heart tightened suddenly, and a chilling aura carrying the scent of death erupted from the depths of her soul.

Its bio-armored, bionic eyeballs captured a subtle human movement—what was his left hand doing?!

The Night Guardian couldn't possibly block Ran Dan's slash with just one hand; a mere moment of deflection would suffice.

He had already drawn a pistol from his waist with his left hand, slightly raising the muzzle to aim at Ran Dan's body.

Ran Dan magnified the image through her bionic eye. The gun barrel, which was being raised from her waist, appeared to her as slowly as solidified amber, yet it was destined to remain unavoidable.

"I am your death omen." With that declaration of death, the Night Guard pulled the trigger.

A cross-shaped ray erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and the cutting pistol containing Nur crystal sliced ​​through the biological armor at the speed of light, cutting through the Ran Dan overlord within.

Biological A lost control, and its power gradually diminished.

The Night Guard dared not be careless. He stepped back to leave the attack range, while his left hand continued to fire his pistol.

A few more shots were fired from the cockpit to confirm that the Ran Dan Overlord was dead; the bio-armor was then shot at the joints to sever any threatening limbs.

He silently completed all the tasks, listing Ran Dan's various weapons, which were actually quite threatening.

The flaw of the Randan is obvious: their bio-armor is powerful, but it is still an external object outside the body.

In the alien's combat system, there is only numerical superiority brought by its capabilities, and no corresponding martial arts skills.

In the previous battle, if the Overlord Ran Dan had been more skilled, using ranged weapons to threaten and melee weapons to attack, while the bionic tentacle blades behind him harassed him, he might have been able to hold out for a few more seconds.

Unfortunately, the Xenomorph's rudimentary skills cause it to forget many things during combat.

Behind the Night Guard, the newly arrived support squad filled the gap and continued to advance.

Ordinary people nodded to him in greeting; there was no need for much formality on the battlefield.

He glanced back at the mortal soldiers, then turned and left to patrol other fronts.

Within seconds of the battle, the auxiliary troops had arrived quickly, demonstrating commendable coordination from the legion commander.

The Nur Legion advanced steadily, like a continuously advancing city wall, compressing Randan's living space.

As the battle progressed, the mortals encountered more and more Randan warriors, including high-level units such as Randan overlords.

Through continuous combat, the auxiliary forces gradually became familiar with the Randan aliens and used effective tactics to fight.

When facing elite warriors, the support troops should leverage their firepower advantage, with automated mechs blocking movement and the support troops automatically aiming and focusing fire. Only in this way can they have a fighting chance.

These experiences are invaluable, learned through life lessons.

The advantages that the elite of Randan have over ordinary people are almost all-encompassing, just like the advantages that Space Marines have over ordinary people; the two cannot be compared.

Elite mortals are still mortals; they cannot defeat superhuman soldiers in close combat.

This is a fundamental difference. Before ordinary people could react, the elite warriors had finished firing and put their weapons away.

Meanwhile, the First Legion, with its 30,000 Astartes, launched a full-scale attack, relentlessly pursuing and slaughtering the Randans.

The Astartes Legion's assault was unstoppable; no creature in the galaxy could withstand its might.

No one could stop the black-armored warriors. Just as Ran Dan retreated to the defensive line, the First Legion arrived.

There were no survivors behind them, only ravaged buildings and the corrupted aliens that had been purified.

Ran Dan faces not only attacks from human space warriors, but also mental pollution from them.

"Lolos, you coward! I've already reached outside your defensive lines, aren't you going to show yourself?"

Urian was still shouting. He stood next to the Rhino armored vehicle, and on the top of the vehicle was a megaphone that was repeatedly playing the words of the Grand Master.

Ran Dan launched her first attack, attempting to destroy the loudspeaker, but was unfortunately killed by the Terminator guards.

After continuous attacks, the First Legion reached the outer perimeter of Randan's command post, which was also the last line of defense for the aliens.

"Wait," the Grand Master ordered, instructing the legion to slow their advance: "Slow down the pace of attack, wear down the aliens' strength, and wait here for our allies." This was a poorly executed order; normally, they should have pressed on, stormed the alien defenses, and struck at the heart of the enemy.

The legionary warriors obeyed.

They deliberately slowed their advance, using the ruins as cover, and waited for the arrival of Nur's allies.

If it weren't for the support of Nur's allies, the First Legion would have suffered heavy losses, and the Grand Master might have already perished.

The First Legion, showing gratitude, deserves a share of the honor of destroying the alien command post.

Waiting is a form of respect.

Although the Nur army may not care, the First Legion needs to do so.

The Randan are now completely defenseless. Even if they regroup, it will be easier for the Nur Legion to break through their defenses.

A hundred Imperial Guards, plus the Destroyer Warriors, were unstoppable.

Seeing that the humans had slowed their attack, Ran Dan indeed regrouped and prepared for a final, desperate battle.

"Urian Bendreg!" A sharp roar, mixed with a mental shock, echoed across the ruined battlefield.

Clad in towering biological armor, the warrior commander Lolos of Randan finally appeared, his anger clearly visible.

"Ready to die?" Urian's voice was even louder, the power of the megaphone overwhelming the War General's rage.

The Grand Mentor leaped onto the roof of the Rhino armored vehicle, his combat boots landing on the protrusions, and immediately launched into a commanding statement: "Ready to use your tentacles to clean my boots?"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" The legion warriors, in coordination with the Grand Master, erupted in deafening laughter.

They are now in high spirits and are mocking the aliens relentlessly.

"Despicable words!" Lolos's bio-armor spewed scorching steam from its heat dissipation vents, its rebuttal drowned out by the sonic boom of the megaphone.

"What did you say?" The Grand Tutor looked like he was listening intently. "Can't you speak a little louder? I didn't hear you!"

The Legion warriors laughed even more gleefully. Today, they had avenged their great grudge and could thoroughly humiliate the aliens.

Amidst deafening laughter and the constant blasts of gunfire, on the left flank of the First Legion, Randan soldiers were rapidly retreating.

Their individual shields were overloaded, and their bio-armor bore holes as they retreated, dragging their damaged armor.

The Grand Master's first glance revealed not the Imperial Guard, nor the Destroyers, but a group of mortal auxiliary troops' assault team.

His cheerful expression changed instantly as he realized that Nur's mortal auxiliary army was the main force of the attack.

In the operation to encircle the aliens, the Imperial Guard, the Doomsday Warriors, and the Night Guards from the Nur Stars—these high-level combatants were the supporting forces.

While the advance speed of the mortal auxiliary forces could not match that of the Astartes, it was still significantly greater than that of the human empire's auxiliary forces.

More ordinary auxiliary troops appeared in the First Legion's field of vision. They quickly seized positions and rapidly established firing points and advantageous positions.

Despite the presence of superhuman warriors, the mortals maintained their military discipline without the slightest slackening or laxity.

Seeing this military bearing, the soldiers nodded to themselves, witnessing the rise of a powerful army.

After the mortals established their positions and took their fighting stances, the others appeared from the rear.

The Doomsday Warrior holds a battle flag in one hand, bearing the mark of the Father of Genesis; the black background with red markings symbolizes destruction and devastation.

The Night Guards also carried battle banners bearing the Nur Star emblem, blue with bright yellow Nur Stars.

The laurel wreath surrounding the gladiolus symbolizes resilience and victory, glory and conquest.

The Imperial Guards, holding high the Imperial double-headed eagle banner, slowly walked to the rear of the mortal positions and looked at the Randan positions built within the collapsed ruins.

A communication came through the communication channel, and Commander Atum's order arrived promptly: "Eliminate the filthy aliens."

"Mortals, break through the defenses of the unclean!"

A roar erupted from the Nur front, and a black-armored warrior charged out of the lines at an astonishing speed.

Eight thousand remnants of the Randan army had gathered here. Their formidable defenses had to be breached, and the Destruction Warriors took the lead, charging into the enemy ranks.

He wielded a double-headed dimensional greatsword, gripping the hilt in the middle. The afterimages created by the double-headed sword danced like a dimensional shield, swallowing Ran Dan's plasma shots.

"I am John Wick! I am the Doom Slayer!" he roared, his inner rage bursting forth.

Those who pass the Soul Trial of the Doom Slayer often develop a cold and indifferent personality.

But John Wick was different; he was the most ferocious warrior.

The black armor bears the mark of thunder; this warrior participated in the unification war and purged the Thunder Warriors.

(Today is the 2nd. I've finished my work. Just replying and will start updating more frequently.)
(End of this chapter)