One of the Heavy Armor Bosses, charging at the forefront, targeted the cave entrance, seemingly intending to cut off Team A's retreat or block potential reinforcements.
However, it was precisely intercepted by firepower from the high ground of Eagles Nest Rock.
An anti-armor missile whistled down, accurately striking its chest.
The violent explosion violently threw its massive green body to the ground.
Scorching metal fragments splattered everywhere.
Nevertheless, the thick "turtle shell" on its body, composed of starship keel and additional armor, demonstrated astonishing defensive power.
It merely let out an even angrier roar.
It struggled, supporting its body with a Power Axe, and shakily got back up.
Although a huge dent and scorch marks were left on its armor, it clearly had not lost its combat effectiveness.
Ivanov anxiously yelled over the comms: "Team B reporting! The Heavy Armor target has extremely strong anti-strike capability! Repeat, extremely strong anti-strike! Maintain suppression! We need stronger firepower!"
"Flank fire! Prioritize suppressing those Heavy Armor Bosses! Don't let them get close to the wounded!" Vasily frantically called out over the comms.
At the same time, the Power Sword in his hand glowed with a brilliant blue light.
The high-frequency vibration's hum intensified to an ear-piercing level.
The veteran Vasily did not hesitate in the slightest.
He charged fearlessly towards the most threatening Heavy Armor Boss, which was leading the charge!
The next moment, an earth-shattering clang of metal collision and the piercing shriek of energy fields tearing at each other instantly erupted!
The ethereal blue sword light fiercely clashed with the crude energy field on the Ork Power Weapon.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Every block and slash was a contest of strength and skill, and also full of deadly danger.
"Mikhail!" Vasily roared out an order during a brief opening created by a successful dodge amidst the fierce parrying.
His voice, intermittent over the comms due to the intense combat, was exceptionally clear: "Take the remaining able-bodied men! Target the Warboss! Distract it! Hold it down! Buy time for reinforcements! Don't go head-to-head! Execute the order!"
The last four words struck Mikhail's heart like a hammer.
Mikhail instantly understood Vasily's almost self-sacrificing decision.
Vasily and his brothers entangled in combat beside him were bait to draw the Heavy Armor Boss's fire.
They were using their lives as shields.
They only sought to create a slim chance for Mikhail and his men to tie down that most terrifying behemoth, even if only for a few seconds!
For the mission.
For victory.
For the Emperor's glory!
"Follow me!" Mikhail yelled to the only four remaining combat-capable brothers beside him, without the slightest hesitation.
His voice trembled slightly with excitement and resolve.
They desperately tried to break free from their entanglement with the Heavy Armor Boss.
They utilized the chaos created by Vasily and the covering fire from Team B.
Like four arrows released from a bowstring, with a grim determination to die, they charged fearlessly towards that terrifying green figure, god-like before the forge.
"For the Emperor! For Dorn!!" Mikhail roared, transforming all the anger, fear, and worry for his brothers into strength.
The Chainsword in his hand let out a frantic roar, operating beyond their maximum power.
The strong wind generated by the high-speed rotation of the saw teeth even blew away the dust on the ground.
He aimed for the relatively vulnerable back of the Warboss's knee joint, slashing down with a desperate will to take it down with him!
The other three brothers also lunged at its ankle tendons, the side waist armor connections of its supporting leg, and other relatively weak points.
The roar of Chainsword and the shriek of bolters were their only battle song.
Outside the cave, the Astra Militarum's heavy artillery barrage once again reached a climax.
The tremors from the dense explosions caused the entire cave to shake violently.
Debris from the ceiling fell like rain.
Mortal artillerymen were executing their final saturation strike, attempting to completely cut off Ork reinforcements from the outer perimeter to the core area.
However, the battle within the core area had already escalated into a white-hot hell.
The sounds, light, and atmosphere here condensed into a pure vortex of destruction.
The Warboss seemed to be thoroughly enraged by these "little bugs" that dared to approach it and bite at its ankles.
Its massive body displayed terrifying agility completely unsuited to its size.
It suddenly spun around, the reeking wind it generated almost knocking Mikhail off his feet.
That massive Power Claw, wreathed in crimson energy, swept across like a meteor, carrying the power to tear through the void and an ear-splitting shriek!
"Boom! Bang!"
Mikhail only had time to instinctively block with his roaring Chainsword, relying on his battle-hardened reflexes.
The next moment, an irresistible, terrifying force, like being hit head-on by a speeding Land Raider, struck him!
He felt the bones in his arm and the servo-systems of his Power Armor groan under the strain.
The Chainsword that had accompanied him through many battles instantly flew from his grasp.
It twisted and deformed in the air, like a crushed toy.
It spun and crashed into a pile of scrap metal in the distance.
He himself was like a stone projectile launched by a trebuchet, tracing a helpless arc through the air.
With a heart-wrenching sound of twisting metal, he crashed heavily onto a pile of rusty, sharp engineering machinery scrap in the distance!
The violent impact caused the entire MK10 armor's alarm system to shriek madly.
The joint servo-systems instantly locked up and entered protection mode due to the overload impact.
His entire body's gene-enhanced superhuman skeleton also let out a creaking, seemingly fracturing groan.
His tactical eye-piece vision was stained with a blood-red warning pattern from the violent impact.
Icons representing multiple system damages flickered at the edge of his vision.
He struggled to get up.
The severe impact to his lungs made every breath agonizingly painful, like tearing.
He inhaled hot air mixed with heavy metal dust and the smell of blood.
This triggered a brief, violent, suffocating cough.
The inside of his helmet visor instantly became covered with a mist of blood.
He could only watch in despair as his brothers, under the Warboss's furious subsequent attacks, like swatting flies, were easily flung away like fragile dolls.
He even saw them brutally trampled by its massive metal foot!
The sound of bones shattering clearly reached his damaged auditory sensors, even through the noisy battlefield.
The comms channel was instantly filled with his brothers' pained grunts and the alarms indicating rapidly dropping vital signs.
The Warboss easily dealt with the other "little bugs."
Its small, crimson eyes, filled with cruel satisfaction and destructive desire, locked onto the only target still struggling on the scrap heap, trying to restart its servo-systems—Mikhail—like a searchlight.
It let out a deafening roar of victory.
Its massive Power Claw was raised high.
A deadly crimson energy blade condensed and extended at the tip of the claw.
The energy blade hummed like the opening of a hellish forge.
It aimed directly at the almost immobile Mikhail!
The cold shadow of death instantly descended, as if solid.
The shadow cut off all sound and light.
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