Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 742 God Still Loves Me
No one cares about what Alex and the others think. The angels don’t care, and the Ultramarines don’t care either. All they have in their eyes are each other, only heretics!

The killing intent was so strong, but there was no roar, only the roar of grenade launchers filled the battlefield.

However, although the grenade launcher is effective and deadly, it is difficult to sustain its effect for a long time, because the ammunition carried by the Ultramarines is not enough for a minute of continuous firing. In addition, the small 20mm caliber grenades used are very bulky, which greatly reduces the amount of ammunition carried.

But Yan Xu had already considered this. Given the reinforcements and armor of the Extreme Marines, it would be a waste to simply use them as mobile turrets, so he simply enhanced their melee weapons.

Compared to the original enlarged version of the military dagger, the newly equipped chainsword is a good thing. With the injection of psychic fuel, the high-speed rotating chain drives the sharp blade covered with psychic energy. As long as it hits, the beast-headed angel can be cut into pieces. Even if it hits the golden weapon, it will leave deep marks.

But after losing their long-range advantage, the Extreme Marines could not avoid casualties because their numbers were too small, and the Beast-Headed Angels were not as weak as imagined.

Even though the beast-headed angels were blown to pieces by the concentrated fire of explosive bombs, they were not only able to fly very fast, their strength and defense were also better than most super-powered people. With the sturdy and heavy golden weapons in their hands, they could even blow up armored vehicles.

Even though Yan Xu helped the Extreme Warriors to enhance their ceramic armor, for the sake of mass production, there was a limit to its strength. Therefore, even the thickest shoulder armor would have obvious cracks after being hit once, and it would completely shatter after one or two more hits, not to mention the weak points such as the abdomen, which could be easily pierced.

But before that, it was enough for the Extreme Warriors to kill the enemy in front of them and take another one with them.

The casualties of the Extreme Warriors were increasing, but Yan Xu had no intention of intervening. He was not a babysitter, and it didn't matter to him whether his men were dead or alive. It was just a matter of changing their jobs.

The idea that once you die, everything is over and you never have to work again does not exist.

Moreover, these angels gave him a lot of inspiration. Maybe he could pull the dead Ultramarines back to work again, and pull them repeatedly. This was much more important than the death of just a few dozen Ultramarines.

I have studied the Yellow Turban Warriors and Heavenly Soldiers before, but these are either time-consuming and labor-intensive, or the prerequisites are too high, and they are far less convenient than these angels. Even if there are flaws, perhaps I can learn from them and create a Cursed Legion.

While Yan Xu was daydreaming, the Extreme Marines who remained in the base were preparing to go and support their captain, but it would take some time to wake up the sleeping Dreadnought.

Two square-looking dreadnoughts were parked on specially installed positions. The sarcophagus in the middle was hoisted and connected to external equipment through densely packed pipes, allowing the extreme marines acting as wetware and drivers inside to enter a hibernation-like sleeping state, which reduced their losses while speeding up their energy recovery.

Using the human brain to control such a huge organism and at the same time guiding the powerful psychic energy to be released correctly puts a considerable strain on the body, consciousness, and nerves. Therefore, in combat, the body temperature of the Extreme Warriors will rise to over 40 degrees.

If his body had not been specially modified and had artificial amniotic fluid to cool him down, he would have gone crazy if he didn't die.

Even so, it is a heavy burden, so regular hibernation is needed to speed up recovery.

At this time, the trainee technical priests held a wake-up ceremony under the leadership of the formal technical priests. They stood in a circle and chanted binary prayers, then gently applied holy fat to the machine, leaving no grooves or seams untouched, and then patted it gently, as if soothing an angry baby, and finally ignited the piston.

This is an inevitable process. According to the Eastern saying, it is a spirit. If it is not appeased, who knows what kind of trouble it will cause. Only by constantly using faith to bless and brainwash, the machine soul will become loyal, and will take the initiative to destroy the enemy even if no one is controlling it. But today there is no time for them to take their time. With the issuance of emergency orders, the technical priests began to speed up, awakening the sarcophagus to activate the Dreadnought, and the remaining Ultramarines also moved more ammunition to the Assaulter armored vehicles, because they will have a tough battle to fight.

The combat priest did not participate in these, he had his own duties. At this moment, the spiritual energy in his body was released, allowing him to feel the violent spiritual energy fluctuations in the distance more clearly.

"Heretic!" Powerful spiritual energy wrapped around the scepter and turned into a shattering force field, distorting the air. This undoubtedly showed the anger in the heart of the combat priest. He couldn't wait to eliminate all the heretics with his own hands.

As the sarcophagus fell and was locked, the machine soul was completely awakened. The Dreadnought, fully loaded with ammunition and fuel, stepped down from the machine position, then boarded a specially modified chariot and rushed to the battlefield with several squadrons of Extreme Warriors.

At this time, the battle has entered a fierce stage. Most of the ten shield guardians and twenty extreme warriors have been killed, and the remaining ones will not be able to hold on for long.

The Extreme Captain has pushed the performance of the Iron Cavalry Terminator to its limit. The one-ton body has been transformed into a rampaging chariot. The power fists as thick as a battering ram can beat the beast-headed angel into a twisted ball with one punch. The psychic power sword is indestructible, but it still cannot change the situation of the battle.

Who could have thought that Heaven would use the Sky Sea Tactics, the pentagram was like a leak, and beast-headed angels poured out like a swarm of bees. The Extreme Warriors were only facing a small part of them, and most of them had spread to dozens of miles to eliminate the sinners, causing heavy casualties.

However, compared to these, the biggest shock was to the soul, because all of this was caused by the angels representing the Lord, which means that their long-standing faith judged them guilty.

The public has no idea whether they are guilty or not, and the mold may not be unaware of this. But even if they know it, it is impossible to expect them to confess, let alone accept their fate, so they use all the weapons they can, fearing that the other party will not die cleanly enough.

As long as all the angels are killed and all the evidence is destroyed, God will still love the Lighthouse Country, and they can put their hands on the Bible and swear.

Anyway, no matter whether others believe it or not, they definitely believe it.

The problem is that most of the current weapons and equipment are designed for humans, not for angels, which can not only fly but also have armored vehicle-level defense.

Currently, most weapons that can hit the target cannot penetrate the defense, such as rifles and machine guns. There is a lot of fighting, but it seems that the skin is not even broken.

Machine guns and rocket launchers are fine, but there are not enough of them, at least not as many as rifles and machine guns. It is difficult to form a dense firepower network that makes it impossible for the target to escape. You have to know that the speed of angels is not slow.

Aircraft, tanks and missiles are powerful, but they were never designed to target such small targets. They cannot be locked onto at all, and their firepower coverage is unlikely to be effective against targets that can fly, are fast and have strong defenses.

The worst thing is that the mold soldiers’ fighting spirit is just that.

It's not that there weren't some who dared to fight to the death, but it was unrealistic to expect them all to risk their lives, and there was a lack of grassroots backbones who could take the lead in charging. So when they saw that their proud firepower was not working, they used the people as scapegoats and retreated again and again. At most, they would take away cats and dogs while retreating, which could be regarded as saving a small life, but also as not giving the reporters nothing to take pictures of.

(End of this chapter)