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Chapter 91 Loyalty, but Stubbornness (Black Canned Food)

Two beams of light tore through the air and struck the rock wall beside Tiburn. The rock wall did not shatter or explode; instead, a two-meter-diameter hole was directly vaporized and formed on the rock.

"spread."

Five Deathwatch warriors were launched in five different directions.

The power armor's servo motors propelled their weight off the ground in a very short time, and the magnetic anchors on the soles of their boots carved five arc-shaped scratches into the gravel.

Tayburn rolled behind a protruding rock and opened fire immediately, all the bullets hitting the center of the target's torso.

But the explosive warhead shattered on that pale blue energy film, scattering orange-red sparks all over the ground, only causing a ripple on the surface of the film before quickly returning to calm.

"This thing is protected by a shield."

Tyburn gave a brief update on the situation via the tactical channel.

"Conventional ammunition is ineffective; everyone search for weak points."

The warrior who had once been a Space Wolf had circled around to the three o'clock position of the four-legged mechanical behemoth from the flank. The chainsaw sword engine was revved to its maximum speed, and the shrieking sound of the high-speed rotating chainsaw echoed in the empty mine entrance.

His judgment was very decisive: since he couldn't penetrate the defenses from a distance, he would just go in and fight hand-to-hand.

He charged toward the machine.

With the power armor operating at full power, the Space Marine's nearly one-ton body sped forward at a speed that could only be seen as a blur, like a wolf pouncing on its enemy, aiming straight for its throat.

The machine's blue sensor turned towards him, and the two cannons followed suit, but they couldn't keep up with the speed at which the other was approaching.

Tayburn immediately identified the first weakness: the turret's tracking speed was limited, and it had blind spots when engaging in close-quarters combat.

As the Space Marine charged to the machine's right foreleg and raised his chainsaw sword high, the broad blade aimed at the nearest mechanical leg, slashing down towards what appeared to be a knee joint.

The serrations barely managed to penetrate the shield, but encountered even stronger resistance when they reached the metal shell. After biting into the shell only about one centimeter deep, they became completely stuck.

The machine's armor was incredibly thick. Even if it could penetrate the opponent's energy shield, the machine's outer shell was far harder than he had anticipated. The wound was still far from severing the machine's foot.

The nearest mechanical leg rose high and then stomped down heavily on him.

He decisively abandoned the chainsaw sword stuck in his joint and dodged to the side.

The mechanical foot slammed into the spot where he had just been standing, creating a half-meter-deep crater in the gravel ground. The shockwave propelled the Space Marine several meters away, causing him to roll several times on the ground before regaining his balance.

"The armor at the joints has been weakened, but it is still very strong."

He was panting heavily as he reported the situation over the channel.

"The chainsaw sword is too inefficient; we need high-explosive or thermal bombs to support it."

Tiberium quickly switched weapons, equipping himself with a large molten lava gun, and aimed at the blue-glowing crystal sensor on the colossus's torso—the only part of the entire body not covered by thick armor.

The gun barrel spewed out deadly flames, and the plasma flames continuously impacted the surface of the shield. After firing continuously for several seconds, the high-temperature jet released from the muzzle finally burned through the energy barrier.

By the time the jet reaches the crystal surface, its energy has already been greatly reduced, and the high temperature only leaves a charred mark on the crystal.

The sensor's blue light flashed twice, but never went out.

The shield has a recovery limit; as long as you keep attacking the same area, you can completely deplete the shield.

"Concentrate all firepower and aim at the same point."

Two streams of fire struck the same side of the colossus's torso from different angles. The high-temperature jets tore two scorching holes in the shield's surface. The shield quickly repaired itself, but this time the repair was noticeably slower.

The Colossus has finally given a formal response to these opponents who have been relentlessly attacking its shield.

The muzzles of the two cannons shifted from horizontal to downward and aimed at the nearest Space Marine.

The blue light inside the cannon condensed to a blinding brightness in a very short time. The Space Marine had already started running as soon as the light came on, and the servo motors of his power armor propelled his body to move laterally at an extremely high speed.

The phase interference cannon grazed half a meter behind him, flattening the bunker behind him. He would have disappeared inside if he had been just half a meter away.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Colossus's cannons were turned towards his men, Tyburn rushed out from behind cover.

He didn't fire at the colossus. Instead, he charged straight towards the spot where the chainsaw sword was stuck. He didn't even glance at the chainsaw sword as he passed it, and continued to accelerate as he circled around to the left and behind the colossus.

The machine attempted to turn around and follow Tiburn, but its turning radius was limited by its massive size. Tiburn used this time difference to successfully circle around to the back of the colossus.

Tyburn pressed the muzzle of his bolter against the seam of the armor plate on the opponent's leg, cut open by the chainsaw sword, and pulled the trigger, firing several bullets in quick succession.

At extremely close range, the shield withstood the first attack, the second shot caused visible crack-like patterns to appear on the shield area, and the third bullet finally penetrated the defense.

The high-temperature jet from the molten warhead burned through the rear armor plate and shattered inside the machine.

The colossus's torso trembled violently for a moment, and one of its hind legs was hit by the blast wave. Deep blue liquid sprayed out from the crack, landing on the rubble and emitting puffs of white smoke.

The colossus emitted a low, electronic sound, devoid of any roar or howl, and began to slowly retreat. Three of its four legs were still functioning normally, while the fourth mechanical leg dragged a ruptured hydraulic line, leaving a dark blue liquid trail on the ground with each step.

"This thing is retreating."

"Pursue them immediately."

Tayburn quickly gave the order, as wounded prey is the easiest to track, but they soon realized something was wrong.

The Space Wolf warrior was the first to notice the anomaly. He had just picked up his chainsaw sword, which had several broken teeth, when he looked up and noticed something strange. There was a light source flickering at the edge of his field of vision, but it was definitely not the blue light emitted by the Colossus.

"A new target has been encountered, 200 meters away on the left flank."

His warning was quickly interrupted as two blue blades shot out from the shadows of the rocks to the left of the mine entrance. The paint on his power armor cracked and peeled off instantly, and the enormous impact propelled the more than one-ton Space Marine several meters backward, carving two deep furrows in the rubble with the soles of his boots.

He struggled to steady himself, then looked down at his breastplate: the armor plate had not been penetrated, but there was a fist-sized dent on the surface. The ceramic steel in the center of the dent had completely changed color, and the original gray-black background now showed a dazzling white-hot state.

He quickly looked up, and what emerged from the shadow of the rock was not the mechanical creation from before.

They were several humanoid creatures, about a head taller than an average human, with slender bodies and solid muscles, their entire bodies covered in gold and blue power armor.

This armor doesn't feel heavy or clumsy at all; it's more like the Eldar's armor, but unlike the Eldar, it's not airtight.

Their heads were completely covered by a semi-enclosed helmet, with a faint blue light shining through their eyes behind the helmet, and they held out a pair of curved light blades.

The light blade extends from the device on the wrist, maintaining a length of about half a meter, with visible energy fluctuations along its blue and white edge.

Several of these unknown warriors emerged from the shadows. Tyburn instinctively raised his bolter, rapidly switching the muzzle between the targets.

"We've encountered a new alien."

Tayburn announced in a low voice over the channel, then remained silent.

His attention was drawn to a commotion coming from another direction; a new target had appeared on the right wing.

These newly emerging targets are completely different from the warriors wielding light blades.

They were smaller and had lighter armor; they did not have light blades, but only shield-like bladed cannons.

The damaged quadruped machine, dragging its damaged hind legs, successfully retreated to a safe distance under the cover of these newcomers. Its cannons were once again aimed at Tyburn and the others, and an encirclement was now fully formed.

Tayburn quickly took stock of his own forces.

He has five Deathwatch warriors on his side. Although they have used up a lot of ammunition, it is more than enough. However, they are not yet clear about the strength of the enemy.

The squad faces disadvantages in numbers, firepower, and intelligence, but they still possess the individual skills and close-combat abilities of a Deathwatch squad.

Tayburn gave a tactical signal, and the five warriors quickly folded into formation, standing back to back and maintaining a high level of vigilance towards the perimeter. The aliens on the other side also stopped in their tracks.

They did not immediately launch an attack; the two sides maintained a distance of about thirty meters. The alien warrior held its light blades upright in front of it, clearly waiting for some command.

Silence fell over the battlefield, but soon, Tiburn heard an unusual sound. The sound did not travel through the air; it echoed directly in Tiburn's mind.

A complex string of information was forcibly poured into the depths of his consciousness.

This was neither the Imperial Common Language nor any language he had ever learned, yet he could understand the other person's meaning and emotions—anger, but no fear or malice, with a clear and forceful warning beneath the surface.

The message was quite clear: why did you trespass into this area?

Tyburn's temples throbbed a few times; this was standard psychic communication, and the aliens were talking to him using psychic energy.

His first reaction was to strengthen his will, wanting to use it to resist the encroachment of the warp or alien psionic energy and the whispers of chaos.

"They're stuffing things into my head."

A Space Marine from Space Wolves complained in the tactical channel, his tone filled with undisguised disgust.

"I received it too."

The other Space Marine was slightly more restrained in his communication.

"This is some kind of psionic communication, demanding that we cease hostilities."

Tayburn gripped the bolter tightly; an alien is still an alien.

Regardless of how much they conveyed a desire to avoid war, the Emperor's teachings were already etched into his genes, written deep within his vows, and accompanied him with every breath.

Aliens are absolutely unbelievable.

Aliens are absolutely unacceptable.

The existence of aliens is itself a huge threat to humanity's galactic hegemony.

"These targets are all aliens."

Tayburn relayed the decision over the channel.

"What message they convey is completely irrelevant; Deathwatch's mission will never change because of a few nice words."

He raised his bolter and aimed at the head of the nearest warrior wielding a light blade.

"Open fire!"

The molten bombs flew from the muzzle and headed straight for the target's head, while the warriors wielding light blades also launched their charge.

Their speed was astonishing, even comparable to theirs. Blue psionic blades slashed diagonally towards Tiberium, who raised the barrel of his bolter to block.

When the metal gun body collided with the energy light blade, the gun body was instantly cut in two like tofu.

Tyburn could only release his left hand and let the bolt gun slide down, while his right hand drew the power sword from behind him. The terracotta blade met the enemy's second slash head-on, and when the blade touched the light blade, a large amount of metal fragments were ejected. The energy weapon was frantically devouring his weapon.

Tayburn pushed forward forcefully, using the reaction force to quickly create distance.

The team behind him was already locked in combat with another warrior wielding a light blade. The broken chainsaw sword barely managed to block the opponent's attacks, and each time it parried, the serrations would be melted off by the light blade, sending up flying fragments.

His words came out in fits and starts, each pause representing a difficult parry.

"This weapon can't block more than a few times. My chainsaw sword is about to be ruined."

Another Deathwatch warrior raised his heavy bolter and fired continuously at the alien warriors locked in combat, but a psionic phantom rushed behind him and interrupted his support with a shield-shaped blade cannon.

The ranged aliens provided very tight coverage of the battlefield, and they could always use their bladed cannons to disrupt the mutual support between several Space Marines.

Tyburn turned around and slashed out with force, the terracotta blade tearing a long string of sparks on the light blade.

The alien warrior in front of him took a steady half step back, while the light blade maintained a steady rhythm in its attacks, its momentum no less than his.

Something was wrong. After another confrontation, Tayburn discovered the problem: there was no murderous intent in the aliens' attacks.

Their slashes were all aimed at weapons and limbs; not a single attack was directed at vital organs.

Tyburn has decades of close combat experience, and his physical instincts are enough to judge the destination of each of his opponent's attacks.

The arteries in the neck, armpits, and even the inner thighs were all deliberately avoided by the opponent. The enemy was deliberately controlling the damage output and had no intention of killing the enemy.

As this judgment surfaced in Tyburn's mind, another wave of psionic information forcefully flooded into his consciousness.

"We've said it countless times: you have no reason to attack us, and we have no intention of harming you."

Tayburn's combat knife was pressed tightly against his opponent's light blade, the point of contact between the two weapons hissing and constantly dropping metal shavings.

Through the gaps in the helmet's visor, he locked his gaze on the psionic eyes behind the helmet of the person opposite him.

"No reason is needed to eliminate the aliens."

His voice came from inside the helmet, "Your very existence is the reason for war."