Chapter 375 What Is This?

Diliya's mechanical dog ran to the front line of the battlefield, its electronic eyes recording the situation. It ejected a hard drive with a rocket engine and flew quickly in the direction of Diliya.

Diliya caught the hard drive, inserted it into her neck, and saw what the battlefield in front of her that had lost contact was like.

A huge black sphere exuded an unsettling atmosphere, and it was almost impossible to see what was going on inside. But the fire that lit up from the weak points showed that the people inside were still fighting.

"It's really tragic." Political Commissar Kane came over to take a look, and his attention was more focused on the surrounding battlefield.

The dead soldiers of the 37th Regiment and their combat uniforms covered the ground. Teams of reflected soldiers patrolled around the black ball, clearing the survivors and dragging their bodies around the black ball, just like breeders feeding animals.

"How many troops do we have now? It doesn't look easy to break through here." Political Commissar Kane asked Castin and Selina.

"The Valhalla Company still has more than 15,000 people who can join the battle."

"The Redemption Company still has about 8,000 people. The ambush of the Reflection caused us heavy losses."

"Can we call for support? Artillery and fleet?" Kane asked Rebecca, but only got a negative answer.

"It is suspected that the Eldar participated in the battlefield. From the scramble code and the underlying code logic of the Titanium, I saw traces of the Eldar programming weapons." Rebecca spit out a long paragraph of professional terms like a string of cannons, which made Kane difficult to understand for a while.

"Uh. Do you know the technology of alien equipment?" Political Commissar Kane asked carefully. It was really abnormal for a communications soldier to know so much about the weapons of the aliens.

Rebecca's eyes rolled around, and then looked at Priest Dilia pitifully. Priest Dilia also understood and patted Kane's shoulder gently.

"I taught her all that. Rebecca is a very smart child."

"Oh, is that so?" Commissar Kane smiled. He always felt something was wrong, but for the sake of his own life, he should not ask these questions.

Just like not questioning the Catachans that their muscles are not as strong as armor in front of them, Commissar Kane knew that many of his colleagues had disappeared unexpectedly during the spring outing with the Catachans.

"But we can't contact the fleet, and we don't know what's going on in the void. For the time being, we can only rely on ourselves."

"Okay, for the Emperor." Kane recited, and asked Castin and Selina to disperse the troops in front of the black ball. They needed to break through the defense of the reflection warriors.

The Valhalar weapons team quickly set up four mortars and bombarded the area near the black ball. Some shells sank into the surface of the black ball, but did not cause an explosion. Instead, they disappeared after a ripple like they were immersed in the water.

These Reflection Warriors realized that new enemies had appeared on this battlefield. They were not as alert as Space Marines. In the eyes of Political Commissar Kane, they were more like strengthened Astra Militarum units.

Moreover, he always felt that these Reflection Warriors were a bit stupid, and seemed to lack the ability to think. Many reactions looked more like subconscious actions of creatures.

"In the name of the Emperor!" Selina held the Broken Holy Sword and a shield with a force field. Although she was not wearing a luxurious and heavy power armor customized by the Great Sister, she felt a constant flow of power coming from her body.

Since her injury healed, her body has never been so comfortable. Behind Selina followed the redemption soldiers holding heavy shields. They were wrapped with scriptures and prayers. These metaphysical things had a good protective effect under the blessing of strong faith.

But these protections were ultimately limited. As the scriptures on the armor were burned by the heat of the ions and turned into falling ashes, their bodies were pierced and fell to the ground and could no longer stand up.

How could other friendly forces sit back and watch the firepower of the reflections slaughter their comrades? There were tens of thousands of them here, and the Reflection Warriors in front of them were only a dozen or so, even if they were counted.

The mortar soldiers trained by the Kriegs quickly calculated their positions and those of the enemy. The operator had a thick notebook in his backpack, but he had memorized all the data and experience under the threat of the Kriegs' shovels.

Facing a Reflection Warrior who was hiding behind a bunker, with only heavy shoulder armor and a head exposed, the Valhallans chose to send him to the sky with heavy mortar shells.

Four shells were fired at the same time, and the explosion area covered the land within a hundred meters around the Reflection Warrior. The violent explosion stirred up smoke and dust, and stones and fragments flew out of the smoke and dust, leaving traces.

The Reflection Warrior rushed out of the smoke and dust, with large cracks on his armor. He lost an arm and was hit by a series of explosive shells, and then lay on the ground motionless.

The soldiers behind used everything they learned to support the battle in front. Commissar Kane and his men did not disappoint their soldiers. The chainsword in his hand had been replaced with another Broken Holy Sword.

The commissar's chainsword was a little fragile in the face of the reflection warrior's thermal plasma knife. Even though Kane knew that keeping a low profile could reduce a lot of hatred, he would never hesitate when he had to use powerful weapons to serve the Emperor.

The holy sword in his hand swung, and it collided with the thermal plasma knife to produce beautiful sparks. Commissar Kane's eyes were fixed on the reflection's movements. He felt like he had returned to the time when he was a liaison officer for the angels.

The Space Marines also gave him some pointers, allowing him to feel the combat rhythm of the Space Marines.

He first swung his sword carelessly and slowly, letting you adapt to his rhythm in the repeated blocking, and then he began to change his moves quickly in a few moves. A swift slash that surpassed the previous few slashes was enough to catch people with weaker strength off guard.

But the adults said that the battles between space warriors were more deadly, and often the battle ended before they could adapt. There were very few warriors who could sense the opponent's strength from the moment the blades collided. Only the most powerful champion warriors had such strength.

He knew your details in the moment of collision, and the second slash of the returning sword could exceed the limit of your reaction nerves. It was a powerful attack that was absolutely unavoidable.

Kane's forehead was covered with sweat. This was different from when he was training and learning. Kane could not sense the murderous intent of the reflection warrior in front of him, but he could feel his full effort from the numbness of his hands.

He was really proud of himself among mortals for being able to keep up with this speed.

A heavy sniper bullet hit the helmet of the reflection warrior, causing his head to tilt slightly. Political Commissar Kane knew that this was Eugen providing support for him.

They are aliens! You just did what you should do! For the Emperor! For the Emperor.

In the official short story, there is a story about Big Head and a wild Eldar girl surviving. They were attacked by orcs. Later, the two of them survived to the camp. Big Head helped the injured Eldar girl over, and then the accompanying toilet group rewarded the Eldar with a bomb and told Big Head to forget it all.

Such a gentle toilet group, I cried to death. If it was another group, this Big Head would also be dead.