Chapter 899 What a Good-for-Nothing

While thinking, Dimiter looked at the other mechanical beasts.

The spaced armor was full of traces left by various weapons. The melted metal, the bullets embedded in the gaps, and the craters of varying depths made the appearance of the mechanical beasts very ugly. This time, they really leaned towards the orc style.

Some carriages were completely torn apart by heavy weapons mixed with witchcraft. The wailing metal was pulled aside, blocking the firing range of the upper turrets of other carriages. The fate of the carriages was like a lobster with its shell peeled off. The protected meat inside was also scraped off. Now only rags and bloodstains were left for the 200 soldiers.

Such damage was not uncommon among the 20 mechanical beasts. It was an impossible task to send 2 million Kriegs to the enemy's position, but fortunately, the speed of these beasts did not decrease. Just as the sage Titus said, when a carriage was damaged, the other carriages would drag it forward.

"Kitten, what do you think of this wobbly thing? It's much more enthusiastic than the girl I won in the competition in the Roma tribe!" Olwen's wild voice came. Thanks to the Emperor's gift, the smoke of the battlefield dispelled the fishy smell of the wild wolf.

"Everything is normal. If the enemy does not attack more, we will go straight to the fifth line of defense." Dimitri answered lightly. He had already adapted to the impolite enthusiasm of the Space Wolves in this short time together. In fact, if you put your mind right and regard these fierce Space Marines as wild dogs, you can do this.

Therefore, Dimitri looked at Olwen and his comrades with a restrained arrogance, just like a noble knight facing a beast. But fortunately, the eyepiece of his helmet was not precise enough to transmit eye contact, which prevented many unnecessary conflicts from happening.

Olwen responded sullenly. He felt a little bored that he could not tease the lonely kitten, but Dimitri's next words rekindled his enthusiasm.

"As a Space Marine, the Emperor's Angel of Death, shouldn't we abandon worldly desires and arm our souls with absolute loyalty and restraint?" Dimitri's tone was very cold, and his words were a ruthless accusation of Orwen's promiscuous life.

"Hehe~" Orwen smiled, "That was the life before becoming a wild wolf, and the Fenris people would not think that a virgin could become a real warrior."

"Then what about your Wolf King? Is the great Leman Russ the same?" When talking about Leman Russ, Dimitri put down his arrogance. For a Primarch loyal to the Emperor, any sober-minded Space Marine should maintain full respect.

Very satisfied with Dimitri's attitude, Orwen decided to tell Dimitri about the greatness of the Wolf King in a more proud tone.

"As the undisputed king of Fenris, the great wolf Leman Russ, the Lord of Winter and War, is naturally the best man in Fenris. He can drink up the mead in an entire cellar without feeling drunk, he can knock a whole group of mammoths to the ground without feeling tired, he can eat a whole warehouse of fresh meat without feeling full, he is the dream lover of all Fenris women!"

After listening to Orwen's half-singing and half-howling description, Dimiter's heart was calm. At this time, Leman Russ was firmly tied to a word in his mind - glutton.

Fortunately, Orwen's chanting did not last too long. His relaxed face suddenly changed, and it became terrifying all of a sudden, like a hungry wolf waiting for an opportunity, and he could bite off the enemy's throat by rushing over.

"I smell it." Orwen twisted his nose in hatred, he gritted his teeth and let out a low roar, and after he made this reaction, the other wild wolves also entered this state.

There are only two things that can make the Space Wolves hate so much, the Chaos Space Marines who sacrificed to the evil gods and the degenerate bodies who blasphemed living things.

"Tech. Sergeant Dimiter." Orwen said seriously. Dimiter was stunned for a moment when his name and rank were suddenly called, and then he was embarrassed by his ridiculous reaction.

"Guard your position, watch your back, and cover your butt. Those damn degenerate bodies are in front, and there are a lot of them." Orwen reminded word by word.

The fourth line of defense may be the most unique of the five lines of defense, because it looks like a dead land without living things from a distance.

The first and second lines of defense composed of beastmen, mutants and rebellious guards are quite lively. The communication between soldiers, fighting during conflicts, and the decompression entertainment of torturing prisoners are mixed together. When entering the battle, you can also hear their vicious curses on the imperial soldiers and praises to the gods of destruction.

Chaos Space Marines were equally energetic. The sound of two warriors holding sharp blades in close combat training was enough to activate the entire area, not to mention the demons tied to weapons and vehicles, and the whispers of twisted and weird servants around the wizards.

The fourth line of defense was so cold, with a creepy sense of lifelessness. All the attacking troops vaguely felt that the positions in front of them were filled with degraded bodies like dead objects, but they didn't know where to fire at the moment.

Commander Bendict and Lieutenant Terry of the Cadia Solid Stone were hesitant. They felt that shooting anywhere would only hit a pile of soil.

Such a perceptual illusion put the attacking troops in a passive position. After all, in the eyes of the degraded bodies, living things are too obvious.

The pale degenerates in bone armor raised their weapons stiffly and silently. The way they aimed their guns was a simple imitation of living things. These weapons produced from the ruthless factories of the Dark Mechanicus would become the biggest obstacle for the Imperial offensive forces.

They could not defeat any Space Marine one-on-one, but their firepower and armor level were enough to suppress a light infantry squad leader.

The annihilation virus in the degenerates was active, extracting and processing the invisible waste material wrapped in their bone armor and the skin of the fast-growing titanium people.

Ammunition of different shapes, structures, and materials was ready in the gun-like structure in the hands of the degenerates. The action of pulling the trigger itself was meaningless. The non-material muzzle would naturally release the rain of death at the living.

Suddenly, the degenerates of the fourth line of defense began to shoot, and countless bullets woven a chaotic and indescribable picture and smashed towards the Imperial army.