288: Chapter 289 Hell Tracker

Inside the warehouse, chaos energy was overflowing frantically.

The surrounding freight workers and gang thugs who had originally squatted on the ground to surrender simply could not withstand this level of chaos pollution.

They clutched their bleeding eyes, rolling and wailing in despair on the ground.

In the corner.

That Chaos Spawn mutated from the assassin's corpse was waving its thick flesh tentacles, roaring as it lunged at Heisi.

Heisi stood in place, not retreating half a step, with no panic whatsoever on its face.

Heisi gripped the barrel of the Plasma Gun, its wrist flicking violently.

"Click."

A bayonet flickering with azure electric arcs instantly popped out from under the muzzle.

Heisi held the stock with one hand and tightly gripped the handguard with the other.

Utilizing the twisting force of its waist, Heisi met the lunging Chaos Spawn with a fierce horizontal sweep.

The high-temperature blade sliced through the air.

In just an instant, that huge, ugly Chaos Spawn was cleaved in half at the waist by the power bayonet!

Foul-smelling internal organs and dark-black blood instantly splattered all over the ground.

At this moment.

The corrupted Adeptus Mechanicus members in the tunnel had all rushed out.

Dark-red volkite rays swept across the warehouse in all directions, burning deep pits into the hard metal floor.

The three of them avoided the fatal rays and hurriedly made a tactical retreat toward the warehouse gate.

"Run!"

Legend of Lu Shi roared, "These dark oil-machinery guys have too much firepower, taking them on head-on is not worth it!"

However.

The three of them had just retreated to the shattered rolling shutter door of the warehouse.

"Boom!"

A thick metal exhaust pipe above the doorway suddenly emitted a deafening roar.

A huge opening was blasted directly from the inside of the thick pipe wall.

The intense vibration almost knocked the three running people directly to the ground.

The three quickly steadied their figures and raised their guns in vigilance.

They saw a blasphemous creation entirely stitched together from metal, gears, and twisted flesh slowly crawling out from the crack in the metal pipe, emitting a harsh scraping sound.

The monster resembled a giant multi-legged spider in shape.

A heavy plasma cannon was impressively welded onto its back.

The muzzle of the cannon had already lit up with a deadly blue light, directly locking onto the three people below.

Legend of Lu Shi's scalp tingled, and he executed a tactical roll, hiding behind a collapsed metal crate:

"What the fuck! How did they even bring out a Daemon Engine? What the hell model is this again?"

Mudslide saw the monster's appearance clearly:

"It's the Hell Tracker! This ghost thing runs fast, and its armor isn't too thick, but with the power of the individual Plasma Gun in our hands, it's estimated that we'll have to hit it continuously for a dozen shots to break its defense. What do we do now?"

At this moment, the three of them were firmly blocked at the doorway.

Behind them were a dozen fiercely firing dark Adeptus Mechanicus members, and ahead was the Daemon Engine blocking their way.

Falling into a dead end.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Legend of Lu Shi's eyes, and he gritted his teeth to order:

"Take stimulants! Hack that group of oil-machinery guys first!"

The interior space of the warehouse was relatively narrow, the movement capability of that massive Daemon Engine was limited, and heavy firepower was difficult to deploy accurately.

But those dozen corrupted tech-priests inside absolutely could not be left alive.

"Understood!"

Mudslide immediately activated the injection program on the tactical panel.

Inside the lining of the master-crafted Power Armor, several micro-probes instantly pierced into their skin.

High-concentration combat stimulants were directly injected into their blood.

Just as the three of them were about to turn back and fight desperately.

In the dark night sky outside the warehouse, a ghost-green fluorescent energy beam suddenly lit up.

The beam, like the Grim Reaper's sickle, accurately passed through the warehouse gate and instantly hit the bionic electronic eye of the tech-priest rushing at the very front.

The high-energy ray directly penetrated the tech-priest's head made of steel and brain tissue.

That dark tech-priest didn't even make a sound, collapsing to the ground and dying on the spot.

Before the players could react.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two more fatal fluorescent rays shot out from the darkness.

One accurately blew up the volkite ray gun in another priest's hand, completely turning this ancient weapon of slaughter into a pile of scrap metal;

The other pierced the energy core of the third priest from the side, blowing it into a fireball.

Opportunity knocks!

The three of them had no time to think about who was secretly taking action.

Under the violent blessing of the stimulants, the three of them, like three out-of-control heavy tanks, roared and crashed into the remaining Adeptus Mechanicus members.

The phase shield in Mudslide's left hand had completed recharging.

He crashed head-on into a heretic waving an axe of the Omnissiah.

The shield pushed upward fiercely, forcibly blocking the descending battle-axe.

At the same time, the power claw on his right hand reached out like steel pliers, fiercely digging into the opponent's mechanical abdomen.

Amidst splashing engine oil and black blood, Mudslide exerted force with both arms, directly tearing that heavy dark oil-machinery guy into two halves on the spot!

Having killed one, Mudslide didn't stop his steps.

He stepped forward two steps, and with a punch snapped the servo-mechanical arm of another Servitor that was raising its gun to aim.

Followed by a powerful front kick, kicking the opponent over onto the ground.

Even with the power claw to make up for the damage, Mudslide still felt it wasn't quite handy enough.

He grabbed a heavy lifting hook hanging from above the warehouse.

The metal chain swung a semi-circle in mid-air.

"Whoosh—"

The heavy solid iron hook roared out with terrifying kinetic energy, directly smashing the head of a priest aiming and firing in the distance into pieces.

Under the blessing of the stimulants, cooperating with the precise sniper cover from outside.

In less than a few minutes, the three of them, like cutting melons and vegetables, completely cleaned up the dark Adeptus Mechanicus priests and mutated Servitors that chased out of the secret room.

After confirming that the interior was safe, the three turned back to look outside the warehouse door.

At this time, that massive Hell Tracker Daemon Engine did not rush in, but was frantically slaughtering the fleeing lower-class residents in the shantytown outside the door.

Taking advantage of the burning firelight of the shantytown.

The three of them finally saw clearly the figure who had secretly helped them solve their predicament just now.

On a tall water tower opposite the warehouse.

It was precisely that Pointy Ears Aeldari Ranger.

Only this time, what she held in her hand was no longer that shuriken pistol, but a slender, elegantly styled Aeldari Ranger long rifle.

She stood high up, exchanging a distant gaze with Legend of Lu Shi.

Then her figure flickered, and like a phantom, she once again slipped into the shadows of the Hive City.

Mudslide exhaled a breath of foul air, deactivating the charge of the power claw:

"I really didn't expect that the Sprout helped us out for once."

Legend of Lu Shi shook his head and complained:

"Sprouts are just like that, characterized by neurosis. Maybe the previous second they're still going heh-heh-heh with you, and the next second they can fight to the death with you, completely devoid of logic."

Heisi pointed at the monster rampaging outside the door:

"Then what about this Daemon Engine? It looks a bit silly, only caring about killing civilians and ignoring us."

"Leave it alone, wait for the Defense Force of Black Port to come. The small arms in our hands simply cannot deal with this kind of heavy armored unit, and forcing a scraping attack is not worth it."

The development of things was exactly as the three players had anticipated.

The commotion of the crossfire just now, especially the exaggerated sound and light effects of the volkite ray gun, had long exceeded the scope of ordinary gang armed fights.

Large areas on the periphery of the warehouse had already ignited into raging fires.

That Daemon Engine was still tirelessly slaughtering.

A few bold gang members tried to use makeshift Bolters to counterattack, but the bullets hitting the Hell Tracker's heavy armor couldn't even leave a dent.

A few minutes later.

An Imperial Valkyrie gunship imprinted with the double-headed eagle emblem roared in.

The gunship hovered in mid-air, and the twin laser cannons at the nose and Hellstrike missiles under the wings poured a crazy barrage directly at the Daemon Engine.

The heavy firepower instantly staggered the Hell Tracker, peeling off large chunks of armor.

Immediately after, densely packed Imperial Guard soldiers, several Sentinel mechs, and three heavy Leman Russ main battle tanks came roaring from the end of the street.

Artillery and laser guns fired simultaneously. Under an unreserved saturation bombardment, that Daemon Engine finally turned into wreckage all over the ground amidst a violent secondary explosion.

Subsequently, the Adeptus Arbites Arbiter wearing a black trench coat and the Ecclesiarchy priest holding scriptures began to enter the scene, preparing to carry out post-war heresy cleansing.

The three of them did not linger at the scene, nor did they go to contact the personnel of the Adeptus Arbites.

Before the Imperial official departments completed the encirclement, they evacuated along the original route, and following the contact person of the Governors Mansion, returned directly to the Governor's residence.

...

Inside the Governors Mansion, the lights were still bright and warm.

Forming a sharp contrast with the dim and bloody lower district outside like hell.

Under the arrangement of the contact person, the three sat down in a log gazebo in the back garden of the residence.

The three looked at each other, neither communicating in the team channel, just sitting on the chairs and waiting silently.

Not long after.

A slight sound of footsteps came.

I saw that young female governor, seemingly having just taken a bath.

She had taken off her elaborate Gothic dress, draping only a silky black bathrobe, her hair still carrying a bit of moisture.

She walked to the front of the gazebo, with undisguised surprise in her expression:

"I really didn't expect that Rogue Traders, who are always known for being greedy and worldly in the Empire, turned out to be such a group of awe-inspiring elite warriors."

Hearing this, the three directly removed their tactical helmets stained with dried blood and engine oil.

Legend of Lu Shi stared at her expressionlessly: "Put away your probing. Your Excellency the Governor, you'd better give us a reasonable explanation!"

The female governor was not angry at his rude behavior.

She smiled and sat down by herself on the rattan chair next to the stone table.

She casually crossed one leg, the hem of her bathrobe slipping down, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

"Most of the things are indeed pretty much what you guessed."

The governor spoke bluntly, "I indeed wanted to use your hands to get rid of my stupid and greedy brother."

"However, regarding the matter of the Chaos cult... that was indeed completely beyond my expectations. Please believe me, won't you, my dear."

In the governor's gaze toward the three, there was a bit less condescension and a bit more sincere solemnity: