Chapter 1697: 947 |
"Shotgun! Shoot those climbing demon bastards!" His voice was already hoarse from yelling inside the helmet’s built-in communicator. In response, orange-red fireballs rose from behind the wall, heavy mortar shells drew out sharp whistles as they crashed into the wave of charge, tearing and hurling bodies and scarlet dust into the air. The twin-mounted storm blast bomb machine guns set up behind the battlements spewed deadly metal waterfalls, sweeping down the Berserkers attempting to climb the rough, hastily constructed siege ladders. Severed limbs and scalding metal shards rained down like hail at the foot of the wall. The buzz of the Plasma Cannon array charging was particularly distinct amidst the melee, and in the next second, blinding blue-white beams plowed across the ground, leaving behind molten grooves and evaporated corpses. Yet the Terror Demon tide was relentless, no matter how many fell, more, even crazier ones filled their places. Their crimson eyes glowed with inhuman light through the smoke, roaring meaningless battle cries or blasphemous praises to the Blood God, completely ignoring the deadly casualties. The deafening blasts of the blast bomb guns, the sizzles of energy weapons, the roars of exploding bombs, the wails just before death, and the enemy’s blasphemous war cries all mixed into a metal storm that could tear eardrums apart. Zhao Zian felt his teeth aching from the intense vibrations. An anti-tank grenade with corrosive spikes, thrown by a Chaos warrior, exploded above the wall, and the powerful shock wave and toxic metal storm swept past. "Take cover!" Zhao Zian dove sharply, debris clattered against the Power Armor like hail, while a few guards nearby, unable to dodge in time, were torn through, and the crimson mist of blood mingled with the smell of oil spread out. The communication channel was filled with urgent calls from various firepower points, with bad news of weapon overload, ammunition depletion, and personnel casualties coming one after another. "Commander! C7 gun position! Shotgun! Shoot those climbing demon bastards!" His voice had become hoarse from yelling inside the helmet’s built-in communicator. In response, orange-red fireballs burst from behind the wall, and in the next second, several blinding blue-white beams plowed across the ground, leaving molten grooves and evaporated corpses. Yet the Terror Demon tide was relentless, no matter how many fell, more, even crazier ones filled their places. Their crimson eyes glowed with inhuman light through the smoke, roaring meaningless battle cries or blasphemous praises to the Blood God, completely ignoring the deadly casualties. The deafening blasts of the blast bomb guns, the sizzles of energy weapons, the roars of exploding bombs, the wails just before death, and the enemy’s blasphemous war cries all mixed into a metal storm that could tear eardrums apart. Zhao Zian felt his teeth aching from the intense vibrations. An anti-tank grenade with corrosive spikes, thrown by a Chaos warrior, exploded above the wall, and the powerful shock wave and toxic metal storm swept past. "Take cover!" Zhao Zian dove sharply, debris clattered against the Power Armor like hail, while a few guards nearby, unable to dodge in time, were torn through, and the crimson mist of blood mingled with the smell of oil spread out. The communication channel was filled with urgent calls from various firepower points, with bad news of weapon overload, ammunition depletion, and personnel casualties coming one after another. "Commander! C7 gun position! Shotgun! Shoot those climbing demon bastards!" His voice had become hoarse from yelling inside the helmet’s built-in communicator. In response, orange-red fireballs rose from behind the wall, and the heavy mortar shells pulled out sharp whistles as they crashed into the charging waves, tearing and hurling bodies and scarlet dust into the air. The twin-mounted storm blast bomb machine guns set up behind the battlements spewed deadly metal waterfalls, sweeping down the Berserkers attempting to climb the rough, hastily constructed siege ladders. Severed limbs and scalding metal shards rained down like hail at the foot of the wall. The buzz of the Plasma Cannon array charging was particularly distinct amidst the melee, and in the next second, blinding blue-white beams plowed across the ground, leaving behind molten grooves and evaporated corpses. Yet the Terror Demon tide was relentless, no matter how many fell, more, even crazier ones filled their places. Their crimson eyes glowed with inhuman light through the smoke, roaring meaningless battle cries or blasphemous praises to the Blood God, completely ignoring the deadly casualties. The deafening blasts of the blast bomb guns, the sizzles of energy weapons, the roars of exploding bombs, the wails just before death, and the enemy’s blasphemous war cries all mixed into a metal storm that could tear eardrums apart. Zhao Zian felt his teeth aching from the intense vibrations. An anti-tank grenade with corrosive spikes, thrown by a Chaos warrior, exploded above the wall, and the powerful shock wave and toxic metal storm swept past. "Take cover!" Zhao Zian dove sharply, debris clattered against the Power Armor like hail, while a few guards nearby, unable to dodge in time, were torn through, and the crimson mist of blood mingled with the smell of oil spread out. The communication channel was filled with urgent calls from various firepower points, with bad news of weapon overload, ammunition depletion, and personnel casualties coming one after another. "Commander! C7 gun position