Chapter 261 Something is wrong
"There is an open area ahead. I see a lot of enemies. There should be a camp there."
"We can create a shock by detonating here. It will loosen the rock above the camp and create a shelter for us."
No. 0 squatted on the ground and described to other grenadiers what was behind the corner 500 meters away.
Grenadier 19 felt puzzled and confused as he watched No. 0 describe the battle plan.
They had been in the tunnel for 4 hours. They went deeper and deeper, so that they could not feel the shaking of the soil layer caused by the shells.
And the deeper they went, the more ambushes and dangers there were.
Along the way, they had encountered dozens of machine guns and flamethrowers that suddenly stretched out from the wall, but these things were warned in advance by No. 0.
Not to mention that they encountered a patrol team armed to the teeth in front of the explosion-proof door an hour ago. Those heavy armors nailed into the flesh and fixed on the bones were difficult to penetrate quickly even with the hell gun.
But No. 0 still rushed forward with the shovel, cutting the bullets cleanly and slapping them back. Grenadier 19 was puzzled as to why No. 0 could block the shotgun rain of bullets from those guys.
And the movements did not seem fast, but every shot was just right, and the relaxed look made him want to throw away the hell gun and pick up the shovel to fight in close combat.
The armors that were difficult to find gaps were pried open one by one by the shovel, revealing the twisted flesh inside. These armors have become the new skin of these monsters, and blood is flowing after being forcibly peeled off.
Really amazing. If he is really a Krieg, a guy like him will definitely be promoted to the position of Supreme Marshal.
Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0 deeply, "Then let's create an explosion. I still have some grenades on me. Are these enough?"
"Enough. An explosion that is too big will bury us all under the rubble."
"Are you transferred from the engineering team? I see you know a lot about this?"
No. 0 touched his arm and tilted his head as if thinking, "I haven't served in the engineering team. I just saw that this place can be blown up, and it can't be blown up too hard."
Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0 gesturing to him, saying something strange like red lines and red fog, "I. I don't understand what you mean."
"Anyway, that's it. I don't know how to say it."
Okay. Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0 and knew that even if he asked again, this strange guy wouldn't be able to get any more useful information.
After everyone buried the grenades, they moved forward a few steps. The friction sound of mechanical operation came from behind the corner.
"We will probably be discovered as long as we get close to the corner. That thing looks like a tank that can run? I'm not sure. I suggest detonating the grenade now." Grenadier 19 turned around and aimed his hell gun at the pile of grenades not far away, hoping that what No. 0 said was really reliable. The explosion in that place could create chaos for them and leave enough shelter to cover their bodies. The burning beam illuminated the shell of the grenade. The laser that hit the detonation structure replaced the work that was originally done by manpower. The explosion occurred, and everyone lowered their heads and used their shoulder armor and helmets to resist the impact of fragments. Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0 unmoved. All the fragments passed by him, and even those that hit the wall and bounced back could not hit him. Prophecy? Or something else strange? Before Grenadier 19 thought about this problem, he was attracted by an extremely obvious cracking sound. Right where the grenade exploded, a tiny crack appeared, and as the wall quickly cracked to their position, it continued to extend along the corner.
The increasingly wide cracks and louder cracking sounds made the grenadiers forget for a moment that they needed to continue moving forward after the explosion.
"It's time to go."
No. 0's gentle reminder made them change their focus from observing the cracks to destroying the enemy in front of them. They rushed out from the corner and finally saw what the so-called camp in No. 0's mouth looked like.
50 twisted and hideous cultists, who had turned the corruption of chaos into their blessing, had completely lost any human form after expanding their larger bodies and sharper bone claws.
The crazy head was squeezed by flesh and runes, and these things were just one step away from becoming a chaos egg.
This place looked more like an excavation site. It might be that a large amount of minerals could be produced from this pit to provide the industrial equipment above for production.
There were no workers to be seen, except for the cultists, a huge mixture of flesh and machinery, made into a mantis shape, with a large number of spikes and iron halos shining with blasphemous light on the welded plates.
The two huge sickles were full of crushing teeth and grinding wheels, and it seemed that the guys here were using these things to dig and mine this place.
These cultists were very confident in the traps they set in the tunnel and the heavy patrol guarding the explosion-proof door.
Grenadier 19 could feel the astonishment of these twisted monsters.
But it is true. If they come alone, at most they can break through those traps, but there is no more way to face the patrol. The grenades on them are reserved for trenches and tunnel systems. As for the guys who are armed to the teeth, there is no way.
"How did these people get here! Destroy them! Can't interfere with the mining volume! The adults will lock our souls in the furnace!"
It seems that these cultists who are about to become chaos eggs still have their own fears. Their bodies are reassembled, and a dark barrel extends from the chest.
Grenadier 19 is still charging headfirst. He knows that No. 0 said that there will be a bunker falling from the air at this position, and the shovel flying into the ground is the proof of the location.
There is no other space to hide in this open area, so they can only trust No. 0.
The cracks caused by the grenade explosion finally spread to the top of the mine. The reinforced domes were pried open along the texture by tiny cracks, which truly demonstrated the truth that a thousand-mile dam can be broken by an ant hole.
Pieces of rubble from the solidified dome fell to the ground, hitting some pagans who were trying to avoid it and creating a lot of dust and fog.
Grenadier 19 watched helplessly as the cannon on the chest of a cultist fired at him. The red barrage of bullets came in his direction, and he was about to be cut in half.
He chose to trust No. 0's judgment, slid to the edge of the shovel nailed to the ground and stopped, waiting for the bunker to fall from the sky, or for himself to be hit into pieces.
There should be no wind here, right?
Grenadier 19 thought so, and he began to yearn to feel the existence of wind on the surface of the earth, even if he would be killed by radiation and poison gas, there was nothing to regret.
A huge stone slab fell in front of him, blocking the incoming artillery. He felt the vibration of the ground and the sound of the cannon fire on the bunker shattering the bunker.
Sure enough. He was right.
The shovel fits tightly against the bunker, and it looks like the shovel is holding up the bunker so that it won't fall and crush Grenadier 19's body.
He poked his head out from the side of the bunker and saw No. 0 sprinting in the rain of bullets. He was still dodging perfectly without any unnecessary moves.
The rain of bullets seemed to just brush past his body, and his coat had no damage except for the dried blood and dirt.
The cultists also found the tricky part of the team rushing in, especially the guy at the front.
"Focus fire! Kill that damn flea first!"
Five or six cultists' arms exploded, and two rotary machine guns appeared on those arms that were mutated like cysts. They aimed at No. 0 who was still sprinting, blocked all the surrounding areas and began to suppress the shooting.
"Aren't you very good at hiding? Try hiding again! Hahaha!"
The cultists laughed crazily, and all the bullets poured out. This kind of firepower is just as they said, there is absolutely no room or leeway to dodge, just like you can't cross the entire football field hit by firepower in an instant.
Although those endless bullets are not as deadly as the automatic guns on their chests, the intervals between bullets are smaller, and the sound of shooting is continuous, like the sound of tearing something.
Grenadier 19's heart suddenly tightened. He just used the hell gun in his hand to completely melt two ugly believers. He was too late to provide fire cover for No. 0.
Moreover, his shovel was still here to support the bunker. He couldn't send all the bullets back like playing billiards. What would he do? Will he die here?
Facing the high-density volley that completely suppressed the surrounding area from the front, No. 0 chose to stop. He took a deep breath and raised his hands in front of him.
The hands were waving so fast that Grenadier 19 saw the afterimages of several hands. Those bullets only penetrated the land around him, and none of them hit him.
"This is simply."
As No. 0's hands moved faster and faster, his coat seemed unable to support such movements, and the sound of tearing and ripping was faintly heard from the roaring shooting.
The cultists poured out firepower frantically, but they did nothing. The cultists who tried to kill No. 0 with their arms exploded seemed unable to support such high-intensity shooting.
Their huge bodies quickly deflated.
Generally speaking, it might be okay to just draw a symbol, after all, the Four Gods are very busy and can't corrode all pots and pans, but for the Empire, it's better to kill them first.