Chapter 395 Damn it, you can’t afford to play with it!
No matter what era, the most important thing on the battlefield is air supremacy. As long as you control the sky, you can take the initiative and launch a swift air strike on the enemy.

In the previous mixed operations, although the World Eaters and Raven Guard were not numerous in number, the opposing aliens were also fighting on their own due to the large number of races, so the front line was still able to hold up and even gain the advantage.

As time went by, the human defenders discovered that something was wrong. Why were there more and more aliens, especially those green-skinned orcs who were howling?

But even so, looking at the increasing number of alien troops, Angron could still say to his good brother King Kong that the advantage is on him. It's just a mere tide of green-skinned beasts. They have fought them before.

However, just like saying before going to the battlefield that you will return home and get married after the war, this famous saying of Guteras that the advantage is in me cannot be said.

As expected, after Angron's curse, the situation on the battlefield changed instantly. Countless Necrons emerged from the ground, followed by a soul-driving death zone that covered half of the planet.

As a field card used by the Necrons in the War in Heaven to weaken the Old Saints camp, all beings are equal in the Dead Realm. All creatures will have their souls worn away by the energy field and eventually turn into mindless pieces of meat.

This also proves that the Necrontyr race has long been extinct, and what is left now are just a group of living machines that are unwilling to face reality. It is a real joke from hell.

It is unclear whether it is a joke or not, but the battlefield shrouded by the spirit-exorcising death zone is no longer suitable for fighting. Seeing the bad situation, the human defenders choose to run away to leave room for orbital bombing.

Since the human troops are relatively scattered, their retreat will inevitably be fast and slow, which gives the Death Mark snipers an opportunity to take advantage.

Seeing that the three bastards who had just escaped from his gun were not in a hurry at all and were walking forward slowly with his body, even though the Death Mark Shooter codenamed 47 had long since lost his flesh and blood, he still expressed his anger with his big eyes flashing green light.

The last time he was crushed in a close combat, he still remembered it clearly. Although 47 couldn't understand why his living metal body that could withstand faster-than-light travel would be flattened by a punch.

After a lot of thinking, this veteran of the Battle of Heaven finally realized something:

"A true shooter never gives up. Only a fool would shoot blindly in close combat."

The Death Mark shooter who was watching the three people through the scope did not open fire rashly. He speculated that the human with a hairstyle similar to that of the Eldar should be watched by a subspace entity, and he could easily shoot the other two.
But between Commander Krieg and the World Eater can, he chose the World Eater which looked heavier, if for no other reason, because he was afraid that the little meat man would also be watched by the evil god.

As a super shooter who cannot be dispatched into battle at will, although the weapon used by Death Mark is called a nerve crusher, this thing is not only effective against unarmored targets. The energy rays it fires can hit the target, and unless you have an energy shield, it will be useless even if you are wearing heavy armor.

Seven was quite happy as he carried the undead body on his shoulders. Although he didn't know why this alien would rush over to die without thinking, the living metal on its body could not be faked, not to mention the strange weapon.

After the three of them discussed it, they finally decided to take the metal rack away. When they got back, they would let Kane, who had connections, contact the oil man, and maybe they could get some good stuff in exchange.

According to the bombing countdown issued by the headquarters, the three people who had planned the retreat route were not in a hurry at all. Vigorous movement in the Soul-Exorcising Dead Zone would only increase the losses. It was safest for them to march normally.

Although the three of them had nothing in common, they became familiar with each other after chatting for a while. As they chatted, the topic began to deviate from their respective beliefs to what good things this metal skeleton could be exchanged for.

"According to my estimation, if we sell these two things, we can at least get each of us a plasma pistol. If we're lucky, we can even get some rose beads," said the big man Seven.

But Kane obviously did not agree with his words, and he shook the alien weapon and said:

"You are so confused. I think you are used to being cheated by those oil guys. I can tell you are uneducated. Remember to wear a black robe when you trade with them in the future and lie that you are a Black Light believer, otherwise I will cheat you to death. Apart from anything else, this alien weapon is more than just those small parts. You are a big guy, why do you need rose beads? When the time comes, just change it to an iron halo and give you a set of individual nuclear missile launchers."

The big guy who was ridiculed was not angry. After all, the World Devourer did have a higher level of cultural literacy, and he was not a student studying on Mars, so how could he understand this!
But after hearing that this alien weapon was very valuable, he still asked:

"Then can I exchange it for a Marauder motorcycle? I'm almost getting enough points for killing enemies. I can go to the quartermaster to exchange it for the Iron Halo myself."

"Why do you want to change your motorcycle?"

"Because I lived in Choglis for several years before I joined the army."

"That's not surprising."

As we all know, the Chogris have always had an inexplicable craze for high-speed vehicles. Although it was strange that this big guy did not join the White Scars but joined the World Eaters, Kane was not a neighborhood committee lady, so why would he think so much? He made the decision and promised:
"Don't worry. I know a great Ogryn sage named Maokai. Although he is an Ogryn, he is very generous and is also the chief disciple of the Lord of Black Light. I will take care of this matter."

Hearing that his little wish was about to come true, Seven was as happy as an eight-year-old kid weighing more than a half ton. He took off his helmet and revealed his true face.

"Fuck, dog!"

When he found out that the one he had been talking to was actually a super big dog, even Commander Krieg, who had been silent, exclaimed. After all, although dog-men have been breeding for 10,000 years, there are still too few of them in the empire. They are truly rare creatures.

"Let me introduce myself formally. My name is Seven 21, and I am the st generation of the Pirate Dog family. Our family now resides in the Taiping Star Region.

Don’t think I’m pulling now, but my ancestor was a veteran who followed Zhan Shuai Geda to establish the Dogman Empire. If you have the opportunity to go to Qiaoglis, tell me my name and it will be helpful. "

Just as the two were about to give their names, the Death Mark Archer, who had been spying on the battlefield from a distance, seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger at the huge black and white dog's head.

This time the neural crusher gun did not explode. Instead, a beam of energy came instantly and hit the bull's eye, directly dyeing Seven's dog head a dark green.

Such a smooth sniping almost made the Death Mark Shooter so excited that even the coolant came out. For him, this was not only a kill, but also the key to regaining his confidence.

But since the emperor who was spying on the battlefield did not exert any force, he must have his reasons. The dog-man Seven, who should have been howling in pain, did not die. Instead, he stood up again with blood-red flames all over his body.

But this is not the end yet. Seven, who has transformed into a bloodhound, seems to be top-notch. He jumps three kilometers with a big jump, draws out a blood-red sword in the air and slashes down.

The Death Mark Shooter who was locked in space smiled with relief. Before the regeneration protocol was activated, he used up his last bit of strength to make a universal gesture:

"Yoshi! Is that how you play? I will definitely come back."

"Boom~"

(End of this chapter)