Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 936, 08.935: "Before becoming an officer, I was first and foremost a Hell Soldier."

"There's an attack!"

The warning from the Severus shock troops rang out in the communications channel.

Even though their vision was deprived by specially designed reflective stun grenades, leaving them with only a scorching white light, the rigorous training had imprinted tactical maneuvers into their muscle memory.

They instinctively crouched, turned, and searched for cover, trying to rebuild their defenses in this hellish state of sensory deprivation.

But it's too late.

Harvey knelt steadily on one knee on the sand behind the bushes, his body motionless, like a steel statue blending into the night.

His breathing was steady, his heartbeat was heavy and powerful, and his eyes held only a cold killing intent.

He calmly and decisively pulled the trigger, firing precise bursts.

Jiong! Jiong! Jiong!
The fiery red beams of the Hellfire Carbine, like the scythe of death, traced deadly paths in the flickering flames.

The first beam struck a shock soldier's helmet precisely. The moisture in his skull evaporated instantly under the high temperature, and he and the helmet exploded into a cloud of blood mist and charred bone fragments.

Immediately following, three more precise bursts of fire pierced the chest armor of three shock soldiers who were blindly retaliating. The high-temperature beams instantly carbonized their internal organs, and their massive bodies collapsed helplessly.

The dense gunfire, like war drums, alerted two other shock brigades that were searching for paratroopers in the nearby woods.

They immediately emerged from the shadows of the bushes and formed a battle formation to encircle them.

However, Harvey was not alone.

The tactical servo skull hovering behind him, the skull that once belonged to a loyal servant of the Empire, had infrared sensors in its eye sockets keenly detecting threats beyond its field of vision.

The cold, tactical data stream, mixed with the enemy's thermal imaging outlines, was projected directly into Harvey's helmet visor, creating a perfect battlefield hologram for him.

He saw the relative positions of the enemy and himself.

Harvey did not choose to fight head-on.

Using the burning bushes and his low-visibility cloak as cover, he played a deadly game of hide-and-seek with his enemies.

He moved swiftly in the shadow of the forest fire, eventually choosing a huge rock as cover, like a patient predator waiting for its prey to step into its trap.

"Got you!" Two shock troops, one on the left and one on the right, formed a standard pincer movement, flanking Harvey's original firing position.

They rushed forward, only to find the place deserted, with only a trail of footprints left on the sand.

Just now, Harvey's mind flashed back to the day he was selected to join the Hell Paratroopers at the Abridal Loyalty Academy.

The Stormtrooper instructors launched a textbook ambush on their fully equipped off-road journey.

As new recruits, they were utterly defeated by these experienced veterans, suffering a crushing defeat.

But today, the roles of hunter and prey have been reversed.

A cold smile curved Harvey's lips.

Harvey first walked into a thicket of bushes, but then stepped back in the opposite direction, following his own footprints to create a false trail. He was waiting for the moment when the enemy would search along the direction of the footprints.

Jiong! Jiongjiong!

The gun barrel emerged from the bushes in the opposite direction of the footprints and accurately severed the thighs of the two shock troops exposed in the open area.

The high-energy laser beam instantly burned through their bones and muscles, leaving horrific charred marks at the wound sites.

They howled in agony, clutching their charred thighs and rolling on the ground. Their agonizing screams perfectly masked the faint sounds Harvey made as he moved his position again.

Fire was coming from the left, the right, everywhere. The shock troops were in complete chaos; they couldn't pinpoint the attackers' exact location, let alone determine how many there were.

"Take the prisoners away! Retreat with the prisoners!" After a brief moment of panic, the shock troops officer issued a new order.

He recalled his scattered men and attempted to take the two surviving paratrooper prisoners as hostages.

The shock troops immediately began to tighten their defenses, switching from offense to defense, while keeping watch on their surroundings and trying to regroup.

The moment they changed tactics, a weakness appeared.

A tall figure suddenly burst out from the raging flames.

Harvey seized the fleeting opportunity. Just as a shock soldier retreated and turned to check the route, he burst out from the place the enemy thought least likely to appear—behind the raging wall of fire.

A specially made flame-retardant cloak protected his body, making him look like a vengeful spirit returned from hell.

He charged forward like a battering ram, swinging his carbine with the heavy butt that slammed into the shock soldier's chin.

Boom!Boom!
The power armor-driven gunstock slammed repeatedly against the shock soldier's full-face helmet.

Each blow caused the sturdy terracotta helmet to crack with a sickening sound, visibly denting it and disfiguring the flesh and bones beneath.

"He's here!" another shock soldier shouted in terror.

But the laser beam from the Hellfire Carbine was faster than his shout.

The shouting stopped abruptly. Harvey shot and killed the enemy who had tipped him off, leaving a large, smoking hole in his chest.

Warning: Weapon malfunction, heat dissipation seal damaged, weapon overheating.

The continuous, extreme firing finally brought this Hellfire carbine, damaged during the airdrop, to its limit.

A crimson warning symbol popped up in Harvey's helmet visor.

Without hesitation, Harvey decisively dropped the scalding hot carbine and drew his bolt pistol from his waist.

His figure, illuminated by the flickering flames, resembled a phantom dancing with death.

boom!boom!
These weapons, which had become an extension of his arms through day-to-day training, were now an extension of his own arms.

He didn't even need to stand still and aim; he simply raised his gun and fired. Each explosive round precisely pierced the armor of a traitor, entered their body, and then, with a dull bang, blew their internal organs into a bloody, mangled mess.

Wow!

After six explosive rounds were fired, the empty magazine was ejected, and the smoking cartridge cases were ejected crisply by the automatic ejector.

Suppressed by the firepower and unable to raise their heads, the enemies seized this golden opportunity to reload and all aimed their Hellfire Guns at Harvey.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A captured Hellscream soldier lying on the ground had a tiny unlocking thorn disguised as a bolt protruding from his powered gauntlet amidst the chaos, silently cutting through the shackles binding his hands with a high-energy laser.

As a amphibious special operations force operating deep behind enemy lines, their training has long focused on honing their willpower through interrogation after capture and developing self-rescue skills in dire situations.

Every piece of their equipment contains a hidden countermeasure.

While Harvey created chaos and drew the enemy's attention, the self-rescue devices on their arm armor were already releasing the shackles binding them.

This is precisely Harvey's ultimate purpose in adopting such an aggressive tactic to expose himself—if he were alone, even if he hid temporarily, he would be discovered sooner or later. Only by relying on teamwork could he survive. Therefore, he chose to attract the enemy's attention and create opportunities for his comrades.

(End of this chapter)