Chapter 261 There Is a Cheat

"There is an open area ahead. I saw a lot of enemies. There should be a camp somewhere."

"We can create a shock by detonating here, which will loosen the rock mass above the camp and create a bunker for us."

No. 0 squatted on the ground and described to the other grenadiers what was behind the corner 500 meters away.

Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0 describing the battle plan and felt confused and confused.

It had been four hours since they entered the tunnel, and they were going deeper and deeper, so much so that they couldn't even feel the shaking of the earth from the shells.

And the deeper you go, the more ambushes and dangers there are.

Along the way, they had encountered dozens of machine guns and flamethrowers that suddenly protruded from the walls, but these things had been warned in advance by No. 0.

Not to mention that they encountered a patrol team armed to the teeth in front of the blast door an hour ago. Those heavy armors that are nailed into the flesh and fixed to the bones are difficult for even a hell gun to penetrate quickly.

But No. 0 still carried the shovel, rushed forward, and struck back with clean bullets. Grenadier 19 was wondering why No. 0 could block the rain of shotgun shells from those guys.

And the movements didn't seem to be fast, but every move was just right, and the ease with which he was able to do so made him want to drop the hell gun and go up to melee with the shovel.

Those armors that were difficult to find gaps in were pried open one by one with shovels, revealing the twisted flesh inside. These armors had become the new skin of these monsters, and blood flowed after being forcibly peeled off.

That's awesome. If he was really a Krieg, a guy like him would definitely be able to rise to the position of High Marshal.

Grenadier 19 took a deep look at No. 0, "Then let's create an explosion. I still have some grenades on me. Are these enough?"

"That's enough. A too big explosion will bury us all under the rubble."

"Are you transferred from the engineer team? I think you know these things very well?"

No. 0 touched his arm and tilted his head as if thinking, "I have never served in the engineering corps. I just saw that this place can be blown up, and it can't be blown up too much."

Grenadier 19 looked at the way No. 0 was describing it with his hands, saying strange things like red lines and red mist, "I... didn't understand what you meant."

"That's it anyway. I don't know what to say."

Okay. Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0 and knew that even if he asked again, this strange guy wouldn't be able to get out any more useful information.

Everyone planted the grenades and took a few steps forward. From behind the corner, there was the sound of mechanical operation.

"We'll probably be spotted as soon as we get close to the corner. Does that thing look like a tank that can run? I'm not sure. I suggest detonating the grenade now."

Grenadier 19 turned around and aimed his hell gun at the pile of grenades stacked not far away. He hoped that what No. 0 said was really reliable and that the explosion in that place could create chaos for them and leave enough behind. The cover is used to cover the body.

The scorching beam illuminated the shell of the grenade, and the laser that hit the detonation structure replaced the work originally performed by human hands.

An explosion occurred, and everyone lowered their heads, using their shoulder armors and helmets to resist the impact of the fragments. Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0 unmoved. All the fragments passed by him, even those that bounced off the wall failed to hit him.

prophecy? Or something else weird?

Before Grenadier 19 could think more about this issue, his attention was attracted by an extremely obvious cracking sound.

Right where that grenade went off, a tiny crack originated and continued around the corner as the wall quickly cracked into place in their place.

The wider and wider cracks and louder cracking sounds made the grenadiers temporarily forget their mission of continuing to move forward after the explosion.

"time to go."

No. 0's gentle reminder turned their attention from observing cracks to the task of destroying the enemy in front of them. They rushed out from the corner and finally saw what the so-called camp No. 0 said looked like.

The 50 twisted and ferocious cultists have turned the corruption of Chaos into their blessing. After expanding into larger bodies and sharper bone claws, they have completely lost any human form.

That crazy head was squeezed by flesh, flesh and runes, and these things were just one step away from turning into a Chaos Egg.

This place looks more like an excavation site. It may be that a large amount of minerals can be produced from this pit to provide production for the industrial equipment above.

No workers were seen. Apart from the believers, it was a huge mixture of flesh and machinery, shaped like a mantis. A large number of spikes and an iron halo shining with blasphemous light suddenly rose from the welded plate above.

The two huge scythes are full of crushing teeth and grinding wheels. It seems that the guys here used these things to dig and mine this place.

These believers are very confident in the traps they have set up in the tunnels and the heavy patrols guarding the explosion-proof door.

Grenadier 19 can feel the consternation of these twisted monsters.

But it is true. If they come alone, at most they can break through those traps, but there is no more way to face the patrol. The grenades on them are reserved for trenches and tunnel systems. As for the guys who are armed to the teeth, there is no way.

"How did these people get here! Destroy them! Can't interfere with the mining volume! The adults will lock our souls in the furnace!"

It seems that these cultists who are about to become chaos eggs still have their own fears. Their bodies are reassembled, and a dark barrel extends from the chest.

Grenadier 19 is still charging. He knows that No. 0 said that there will be a bunker falling from the air at this position, and the shovel flying into the ground is the proof of the location.

There is no other space to hide in this open area, so they can only trust No. 0.

The cracks caused by the grenade explosion finally spread to the top of the mine. The reinforced domes were pried open along the texture by tiny cracks, which truly demonstrated the truth that a thousand-mile dam can be broken by an ant hole.

Pieces of rubble from the solidified dome fell to the ground, hitting some pagans who were trying to avoid it and creating a lot of dust and fog.

Grenadier 19 watched helplessly as the cannon on the chest of a cultist fired at him. The red barrage of bullets came in his direction, and he was about to be cut in half.

He chose to trust No. 0's judgment, slid to the edge of the shovel nailed to the ground and stopped, waiting for the bunker to fall from the sky, or for himself to be hit into pieces.

There should be no wind here, right?

Grenadier 19 thought so, and he began to yearn to feel the existence of wind on the surface of the earth, even if he would be killed by radiation and poison gas, there was nothing to regret.

A huge stone slab fell in front of him, blocking the incoming artillery. He felt the vibration of the ground and the sound of the cannon fire on the bunker shattering the bunker.

Sure enough. He was right.

The shovel fits tightly against the bunker, and it looks like the shovel is holding up the bunker so that it won't fall and crush Grenadier 19's body.

He poked his head out from the side of the bunker and saw No. 0 sprinting in the rain of bullets. He was still dodging perfectly without any unnecessary moves.

The rain of bullets seemed to just brush past his body, and his coat had no damage except for the dried blood and dirt.

The cultists also found the tricky part of the team rushing in, especially the guy at the front.

"Focus fire! Kill that damn flea first!"

Five or six cultists' arms exploded, and two rotary machine guns appeared on those arms that were mutated like cysts. They aimed at No. 0 who was still sprinting, blocked all the surrounding areas and began to suppress the shooting.

"Aren't you very good at hiding? Try hiding again! Hahaha!"

The cultists laughed crazily, and all the bullets poured out. This kind of firepower is just as they said, there is absolutely no room or leeway to dodge, just like you can't cross the entire football field hit by firepower in an instant.

Although those endless bullets are not as deadly as the automatic guns on their chests, the intervals between bullets are smaller, and the sound of shooting is continuous, like the sound of tearing something.

Grenadier 19's heart suddenly tightened. He just used the hell gun in his hand to completely melt two ugly believers. He was too late to provide fire cover for No. 0.

Moreover, his shovel was still here to support the bunker. He couldn't send all the bullets back like playing billiards. What would he do? Will he die here?

Facing the high-density volley that completely suppressed the surrounding area from the front, No. 0 chose to stop. He took a deep breath and raised his hands in front of him.

The hands were waving so fast that Grenadier 19 saw the afterimages of several hands. Those bullets only penetrated the land around him, and none of them hit him.

"This is simply."

As No. 0's hands moved faster and faster, his coat seemed unable to support such movements, and the sound of tearing and ripping was faintly heard from the roaring shooting.

The cultists poured out firepower frantically, but they did nothing. The cultists who tried to kill No. 0 with their arms exploded seemed unable to support such high-intensity shooting.

Their huge bodies quickly deflated.

Generally speaking, it might be okay to just draw a symbol, after all, the Four Gods are very busy and can't corrode all pots and pans, but for the Empire, it's better to kill them first.