"Target confirmed! Highest priority threat! Warboss! All units! Full firepower!" Vasily's voice boomed through the comms channel, carrying an unprecedented gravity and determination.
The battle entered its most perilous stage.
Instantly, the screech of Bolters reached maximum firing rate, Heavy Bolters roared with a deep, deadly fury, and even missiles from the towering Eagles Nest Rock whistled down, trailing fire!
Terrifying firepower, enough to instantly shred the frontal armor of a Leman Russ Tank, poured down on the green war beast like a storm of metal and energy!
However, this destructive barrage, hitting the Warboss's moving mountain-like body, only sparked dazzling energy flares and flying fragments of thick, heavy armor!
That ridiculously thick scrap metal armor, made from starship wreckage, combined with the furious, almost materialized WAAAGH! field surrounding him, formed an incredibly terrifying defense.
His massive body merely swayed slightly from the powerful impact, like a giant rock buffeted by a breeze, then he let out an even more enraged, more ear-piercing howl, filled with the fury of being provoked.
"WAAAAAGH!!!" A deafening war cry tore through the air, and a massive Power Klaw swung out with a speed completely unsuited to his size!
A distorted, space-ripping crimson energy blade swept out with the claw strike, carrying the might to destroy everything!
"Scatter! Scatter quickly!!" Sergeant Vasily warned sharply, his voice carrying a rare urgency. But the warning came a half-step too late!
Two Ash Knights warriors, charging at the very front, attempting to close in with Astartes bravery and the sharpness of Chainsword to create an opening for subsequent firepower, were directly hit by this devastating energy claw strike!
Their hardened ceramite armor, before this absolute power, was easily torn, twisted, and melted like flimsy paper!
The enormous kinetic energy, like an invisible battering ram, smashed their bodies away like ragdolls, sending them crashing heavily against the hard cave wall behind, emitting a grating sound of metal and rock violently colliding and shattering.
Blinding electrical sparks, like dying fireflies, frantically burst from the terrifying, gaping holes in their armor.
Blood and shattered organ tissue instantly gushed out under immense pressure, staining the armor lining and the cold rock.
But at the very moment of these fatal wounds, which would instantly kill any mortal, the Belisarius Furnace, implanted deep within their Gene-Seed and closely linked to their life support systems, was violently activated by the drastic fluctuations in their vital signs!
A powerful torrent of life-active regenerative substance was urgently pumped into their collapsing circulatory systems.
Through the gaps in their shattered armor, one could clearly see the tissues at the edge of the wounds rapidly contracting and staunching blood flow under the frantic action of powerful bio-hormones and nanomachines; torn muscle fibers and broken bones were undergoing a brutal and rapid self-repair, driven by the immense life force forcibly infused by the Furnace, forcibly fighting against the devastating injuries.
They were temporarily completely incapacitated, like two shattered statues struck down by a furious force, undergoing a brutal life-sustaining war within, their lives hanging by a thread, entirely dependent on the Furnace's miracle and subsequent Apothecary rescue.
In the comms channel, Sergeant Ivanov's anxious shouts from B team interspersed with the gunfire: "Eagles Nest Rock, full suppression! Heavy Bolters, blockade the core entrance passage… stormclaw! stormclaw! Low-altitude strafe the left tunnel! Don't let any more scum pour in!"
A stormclaw gunship, receiving the command, swooped down from high altitude, its ventral twin-linked Heavy Bolters spitting out a dense rain of bullets, accurately tearing apart an Ork support point on the cave wall that was gathering, preparing to jump down to reinforce, explosions and shrapnel shredding the greenskins.
However, the Warboss's furious WAAAGH! field acted like a distorting lens, affecting the trajectory of some Bolter rounds; many lethal projectiles unpredictably deviated upon approaching the field, striking the cave wall or empty ground, only yielding a futile spray of sparks and debris.
"Cover the wounded! Suppress him!" Mikhail roared, his voice hoarse with anger and worry.
He and his battle-capable brothers frantically poured fire onto the Warboss, Bolters like an angry swarm of wasps crashing against the green mountain, trying to attract his attention and suppress his actions, buying precious, second-by-second regeneration time for their fallen comrades.
However, the Warboss completely ignored the Bolters, which only left shallow pits and scratches on his thick armor.
His massive, fearsome Gatling 'Shoota's' thick barrels began to spin and preheat frantically, emitting a heart-pounding mechanical roar!
"Dak-ka-dak-ka-dak-ka—!!!" A deafening, terrifying roar, hundreds of times louder than an ordinary Shoota, instantly erupted!
Six thick barrels spewed forth destructive flames, a storm of dense, rough, oversized caliber rounds like a wall of steel, instantly covering most of the cave entrance area! The air was torn, emitting a shriek.
The hard rock ground was churned up by flying debris, as if plowed; the makeshift barricades piled from scrap metal were like paper before this metal storm, instantly reduced to dust!
Another Ash Knights warrior, desperately firing and trying to divert the Warboss's attention, was simultaneously hit by several of these terrifying projectiles.
Heavy warheads deeply embedded in his chest plate, emitting a dull clang of metal impact and shattering sounds, the sturdy ceramite plates visibly dented and cracked.
The immense impact force sent him flying backward as if struck by a battering ram, smashing into a pile of scrap metal behind him, the light of his helmet's optical sensor instantly extinguished, and the signal representing vital signs on Mikhail's tactical display plummeted sharply, flashing a dazzling red alert light—critically wounded!
"Damn it!" Mikhail felt a cold chill instantly spread from his power spine throughout his body.
This was simply not an opponent their standard tactical squad could handle!
This level of war beast required Terminator squads, or even Imperial Knight-level strength to contend with head-on! A shadow of despair began to loom.
Just at this critical juncture, from the deeper, darker shadows behind the Furnace in the core lair, came even heavier, more violent footsteps and deafening roars.
Several exceptionally large and burly figures, even more massive than regular Ork Bosses, clad in even thicker, more grotesque scrap "Heavy Armor" welded with more spikes and additional armor plates, wielding Power Chainsword or heavy Power Warhammers with massive ramming studs embedded in their heads, charged out!
Their objective was extremely clear—to use the chaos created by the Warboss to flank and cut off, surround the remaining Astartes!
These guys were the Warboss's most elite bodyguards and personal guard, pure killing machines.
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