Chapter 904 I Have a Bad Temper

The cannonballs of the poison blade and the chaotic and disordered light ball of the degraded war dog passed by each other, and the cannonballs completely smashed through the body of the degraded war dog. The degraded war dog, broken in two, fell hard on the ground, leaving only two legs standing with their joints reversed.

The energy dissipation system of a poison blade finally overloaded. The green-painted poison blade now looked like a piece of red-hot iron, and the terrifying heat rushed towards the crew inside.

The effects of accelerated metabolism caused by high temperature were only a short moment. After taking a few breaths with difficulty, the crew members suddenly found themselves in pain like a squid that was pressed on an iron plate and slowly fried.

They tried to escape, but they staggered because of their melted and hot soles, and the unlucky body that fell on the metal surface immediately stuck to it. The pain drove them to wail, but the scorching air had already burned their throats, and only a faint cough could be heard.

Their efforts to save their lives failed within a few seconds. Bendict silently blocked the communication channel of the crew. He didn't want to hear the cruel sound of the bodies being roasted, dehydrated and burned.

"At least we avenged them." Lieutenant Terry said with a sigh, and then a team of Leman Russ tanks went up to the sky after he finished speaking.

When dealing with new enemies, old experience will always drag some people to failure. Seeing the degraded war dog collapsed, Bendict and his relaxed nerves naturally thought that the war dog had lost its combat effectiveness.

They suddenly woke up after the weapon of the degraded war dog forcibly pierced through the ground and scrapped a team of Leman Russ tanks.

"Damn it! The battle is not over yet! Keep attacking! Keep attacking!"

"Loading completed!"

"Fire!"

In an instant, the interior of the poison blade tank became lively again, the roaring sound and the rumbling sound of the tank running intertwined, and the shells and sweat fell on the dirty metal deck together.

The Degraded Warhound has now become a fixed turret. In fact, its two equipments imitating the appearance of Titan weapons have been broken into pieces, but it can still continue to fire random and dangerous firepower.

"I feel like I am chiseling a mountain full of fine iron! How can this thing be killed?" The first gunner Wright complained with frustration.

Just when the poison blade was somewhat helpless against the Degraded Warhound, several teams of Space Marines with rocket backpacks came here through the smoke. Although they came from different regiments and companies, everyone had a sophisticated power weapon in their hands.

The Space Marines smashed into the shell of the Degraded Warhound without any deceleration, and the violent collision sound and shock wave swept away all the surrounding smoke and dust.

The Space Marines used power weapons to disintegrate the Degraded Warhound at an astonishing speed, just like a group of piranhas biting the injured prey tightly.

In a few seconds, this tough degraded warhound turned into a pile of broken bones, and the Space Marines also controlled the rocket backpack to fly towards other degraded bodies. These guys, who were quite tough in the eyes of Krieg and other Astra Militarum troops, could not stop the attack of the Space Marines at all. They just relied on their fleshless characteristics to force the Space Marines to die in exchange for injuries.

Seeing the degraded warhound being solved, Bendict did not have much joy and excitement in his heart. Looking at the fifth line of defense on the distant horizon, Bendict was a little shaken.

Then he slapped himself hard. How could he have such an idea? Even if there are difficulties, we must overcome them instead of being discouraged.

Bendict adjusted his mentality in an instant. He said to his remaining troops, "Continue to attack until there are no living people in the Cadia 101 Armored Regiment."

"Follow your orders, for the Emperor and Cadia!"

The fifth line of defense, in the Hell Barrier.

A huge iron-clad giant was standing in the center of the circular hall, immersing his consciousness in a scarlet illusory sphere, with countless demon runes surrounding him. This was the core of the defense line, the center for commanding many armies and war machines.

Beside him was an even larger and twisted being, with various mechanical prostheses standing on his back like branches of dead trees. Under the scarlet cloak was a broken face, and only by breaking the brittle and hard metal could it look half as good as his face, with many small and flexible mechanical eyes arranged in the gaps of the metal.

The tightly closed explosion-proof door slowly opened, and the red light sprinkled on the cold and gray ground made of metal. A warrior also wearing strong armor appeared at the open door and walked in quickly. The Iron Warrior Jerlikre wanted to report the battle situation to the War Blacksmith Delau.

"Master War Blacksmith, the Corpse King's troops have already reached the front of our defense line." Jerlikre's voice revealed a long-term depressed and suppressed feeling of being criticized.

"Damn it! Of course I know this! Do you think this surveillance ball I worked so hard to forge is for dancing?" De Lao roared angrily, "I should kick you out of the officer team and put you in the dreadnought mecha!"

"Yes, Lord War Blacksmith."

"You bastard, you'd better shut up when I scold you!"

"Yes, Lord War Blacksmith."

"I say! Shut up!"

After venting, De Lao continued to use his consciousness to intuitively feel the situation of the entire battlefield, and then he said with gloating, "The degraded war dog you just released is finished, and was cut into pieces by the Corpse King's toy soldiers."

At this time, the chaotic and deformed mechanical trees next to him started to move. He used an ancient early communicator to speak, which made his voice sharp and distorted.

"We have obtained a lot of data, which strongly proves that the degraded Titans will become an important force in our attack on the Empire."

"Bullshit!" Delau waved his hands impatiently. He never liked this new thing made by the Dark Mechanicus. As an Iron Warrior, he was very pragmatic and could use the large number of degraded bodies assigned to him on the battlefield without any worries, instead of learning from other warbands with psychological cleanliness to burn all the degraded bodies. This is like a bullet. Although this bullet is a bit dirty, it does not mean that this bullet cannot kill people.

After Delau finished cursing, he continued, "It was just a small warhound, and it only encountered the most basic super-heavy tank, the Poison Blade. If the Empire's attacking armored forces had mixed in a few Shadow Swords equipped with volcanic cannons, Doom Hammers equipped with magma cannons, and Storm Blades equipped with plasma blasters, that degraded warhound would have been vaporized long ago! Not to mention the larger plunderers and warlords Titans!"