Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 397: Prepared Missile Attack

Three days later, when Benson saw his five brothers appearing before him with pale faces and thin bodies, the piece of meat in his mouth suddenly tasted sweet.

"It's not something that ordinary people can bear. Don't, don't try it lightly..."

"Very enthusiastic... too enthusiastic... no..."

"I still want to sleep..."

They did donate seeds for the country. They sowed seeds for several people that night and directly drained themselves dry. Benson was more and more glad for the choice he made.

"Then you guys take a rest. I'll go ask about the battle plan later."

When Benson arrived at the combat command room, Rebs and others were already ready to set off, so the other side did not consider them as combat personnel.

Caroline saw Benson walking quickly towards her, stepped forward and raised her hand to signal:

"Benson, don't go with us. The battle ahead is very unknown and the danger is hard to estimate. You and your team should stay in the base."

Only the trio knew the true content of the mission, and it was better to keep ordinary people as far away from the dangers contained therein as possible.

The Catachan jungle warriors only set up defensive positions outside the temple, and the ones who actually entered the temple hall were the trio and the automated robots of the order.

However, Benson did not intend to give up this hard-earned opportunity. He might have felt fortunate before, but after he got to know Stika and understood the dangers the other party would have to go through, he did not intend to back down.

"No, I want to go with you. After coming to Catachan, I realized how narrow-minded I was before. I need the opportunity to grow so that I won't hold Stiga back in the future.

Rebos told me that he could make me a powerful warrior, but before that, I needed to make a sincere decision for myself.

I want to follow!"

Caroline couldn't persuade him, after all, she was not the commander-in-chief, and Rebos would naturally not refuse Benson's request, but he also listened to Caroline's advice and let him follow the Catachan warriors.

So Benson drove the Sentinel and joined the squad leader's team. Several acquaintances were very friendly to each other, and even Ogrin, who didn't have teeth yet, greeted him.

"Companies one, two, and three, get on board quickly!"

With a roar from Colonel Hafali, 1200 Catachan fighters quickly jumped into 10 transport planes, accompanied by x xx fighters as an escort formation.

As the engines started, the entire flight squadron set off, ready to go. Although the day chosen by Rebos was a very good day with clear skies, it was also a good time for hunting for Catachan creatures.

So just after flying for more than ten kilometers, giant bats larger than humans flew out from the towering treetops, and at the same time, an alarm sounded in the cabin.

"Attention, escort formation, 113 dragon bats are attacking from below the fleet, use machine guns to strangle them immediately."

Hearing the noise, Benson stood up immediately, thinking about jumping into the sentry, but the squad leader smiled and pulled him back, continuing to explain how to maintain his equipment.

"Don't worry. If we don't kill seven or eight hundred of them every time we go out on a voyage, it's not a mission. Just be at ease.

Note, the drive shaft must be carefully checked, the plants on Catachan are too tough and difficult to clean once they are entangled..."

Benson rubbed the sweat off his hands and quickly ate another piece of steak to avoid having to taste the hard-earned food in the rain later.

"Attention, escort formation, six transport planes are approaching at 3500 on the X-axis, 2700 on the Y-axis, and 3100 on the Z-axis. They are identified as the Reza Order. Please do not open fire."

The troops of the Order joined in, and numerous transport planes flew southward like wild geese. Now all the people and aspects were complete.

The time period they chose today was also quite cooperative, with no thunderstorms, no hurricanes, no heavy rain, and good aerial visibility, which could be considered a perfect time.

Now all we need to do is use missiles to clear a landing area before reaching the beacon location, and that advantageous location can then be occupied by everyone.

"Attention, there are still 6 kilometers to the target area. All combat units are ready to carry out landing operations."

At this time, the fleet was very close to the target area, and the Zakli Think Tank's eyes, which were already blind, felt a slight pain for no reason. While he was silently enduring the pain, his eyes, which should have been blind, saw a group of blurry but meaningful images.

"No... the prophecy is wrong! There is danger!"

"No... a large number of trees have been cut down, and the forest density at the target site has dropped by 38%."

"Beep, beep, beep! The fleet has been locked onto by missiles. Disperse immediately and activate the guidance system!"

The Zakli Think Tank had a sense of it, and the Order's ships also expressed doubts after comparing previous data. At the same time, the sudden warnings and missiles flying out of the woods confirmed their thoughts.

Someone has already got to the temple.

"Release jamming bombs! Machine guns intercept! Take off! Take off immediately!"

This time the situation was no longer under control. Benson looked at the squad leader, who yelled at them to grab whatever they could.

The missile that was launched into the air locked onto its target among the scattered ships. Its spirit was not disturbed by the scattered jamming bombs. It stared at the trajectory of the plane, avoided the machine gun bullets, and crashed into the bow of the ship.

"Oh!"

The cockpit disappeared, and the transport ship began to spin and fall. It was hit by missiles in mid-flight, and its flank broke, with dozens of people randomly thrown out of the cabin.

Those who were lucky would crash into trees and die, those who were unlucky would crash into other fighter planes or die in the first round of explosions.

And there wasn't just one kind of sudden attack; dense barrages immediately rose into the air, anti-aircraft artillery bringing their din.

Projectiles, lasers; damage, explosion; rise, fall; smoke, swaying; dense, scattered; survival, death.

Although the escort fleet launched a counterattack, the balance of victory sank to the other side in a flash.

Most of the ships made emergency landings, crashing and tumbling in the forest. The hatch in mid-air was melted open from the inside by a cannon, and Catachan warriors filed out, rushing headfirst into the ground as if they were risking their lives.

The hook was swung out and connected to the branch, and then the sword was inserted into it. He used the knife to cut through the hard bark to slow down, turned over and landed on the ground, waving his arms and shouting.

"Catachan, charge!"

The tranquility was immediately broken, and the daily chaos began in the depths of the forest, with both sides engaging in combat.

The rebels on the ground began to fight back. They rushed towards the falling and smoking transport plane, looking at the cabin that was twisted but not completely broken, and opened fire. Lasers, projectiles, and artillery continued to shatter the already dilapidated cabin wall.

"Oh!"

But the collapse of the bulkhead was not inward, but erupted from the inside out, with the Sentinel mecha leading the way under the dense barrage of bullets.

The plasma cannon melted everything along the way, while the promethium flamethrower on the shoulder and the cluster storm laser gun blasted a bloody path. The rebels who thought they would be suppressed by their firepower immediately retreated.

While the enemy retreated and built a battle line, the survivors hiding in the cabin were finally able to step out. Several smoke bombs blocked their sight and the soldiers crawled forward. When they gathered enough people, the volume of their curses drowned out the sound of gunfire, which was several times louder than theirs.

Then, the specially modified grenade launcher, which was still not suitable for mortal use, roared, and the shoulder-fired rocket launcher flew out and blew the rebels to pieces.

No matter what weapon it is, the caliber, amount of gunpowder, and output power are all about twice as large as those of the rebels. Regardless of recoil or tripod, their strong muscle is the anti-recoil system.

The barrage of bullets echoed each other, and deaths occurred as expected. When Benson finished killing the rebels in his team and changed the magazines, he found that there were only 3 or 40 Catachan warriors left on the ship of more than a hundred.

Although most of them were thrown out, even if they were not dead, they lost contact in the dense jungle. The lucky ones...

"KAZZZZAZAAAA!"

A sharp hissing sound from the communicator interrupted Benson's guess. The captain who led the team cursed and kept asking questions into the walkie-talkie, but there was no response at all.

"Die...defeat...you will all be sacrifices of the night. I will peel off your skin and use it to paint my armor...hahahaha!"

The communication channel was cut off, and teeth-grinding mumbling sounds began to be heard in the audio array broadcast. Listening carefully, it seemed that some monster was living in it.

"Where did this idiot come from in broad daylight? Now that all the companies have been dispersed, we can't rely on communications, so we can only rely on our own judgment.

Everyone proceed as planned, take away everything you can from the cabin, and immediately move towards the target location step by step."

The company commander gave the order and the soldiers rushed towards the direction of the artillery fire. They were already extremely angry and they would not be able to sleep or eat well unless they killed these bastards and avenged their brothers!

"Squad leader! Lead half of the people to advance to Hill 113 in the southeast. The terrain there is high, and there must be armed enemy positions. Destroy them, and then move freely! The rest of you follow me."

"Yes!"

The team dispersed, and Benson followed the squad leader up the hillside. The landing shells shook the forest so much that it groaned with falling trees. In the chaos, the squad suffered heavy artillery fire.

"Look above your heads..."

Weird mutterings were heard again in the sound array channel, as if someone was hiding in the shadows, laughing sneerly, and staring at everyone with its evil eyes.

Benson looked up subconsciously, but there was nothing but the gloomy treetops. The animals of Catachan also seemed to be worried about this place and fled.

"Don't worry about it, Benson, cut down the tree on the right and use it as a cover!"

Benson received the order and took action immediately, using plasma guns, chainsaws and swords. After knocking down the tree, everyone immediately fired cross-fire.

Three or four soldiers took two steps back, then ran forward and threw out Clark fragmentation bombs. The fist-sized grenades flew over two hundred meters and hit the enemy position.

"Bang, bang, bang." Weeds and mud flew everywhere, and some even crossed the enemy line and exploded behind them.

Relying on the marching experience of the Catachan warriors and the heavy firepower of the Sentinel Walkers, the team made great progress and cleared the machine gun positions in a matter of minutes. Two more grenades were thrown, and the four-link laser anti-aircraft guns that were shining continuously at the back exploded and silenced.

"Clean up the battlefield, replenish ammunition, and continue advancing to the top of the hill!"

“I told you to look up!”

Just as everyone lowered their heads, a howl rose from above, a sharp sound that made people's teeth ache. The soldiers moved their guns, but before they could see what made the sound, the black shadow that swept down from the treetops instantly fell to the ground.

The soldier rolled his eyes and lowered his neck to see the raised power claws and the purple-red bat crest on the skull helmet. The defected Eighth Legion, the son of the Night Lord.

The Night Lords have now been beaten to pieces, and there is no way they can form a complete company. The regiment has completely fallen apart.

"careful!"

Before he finished speaking, Bat Can launched a bloody storm in the makeshift defense line. His body, which even lasers could not penetrate, was as soft as tofu under the opponent's power claws.

With one paw, the fat Ogryn split into four pieces, which fell to the ground with a plop. The soldiers turned around and fired, but the swinging muzzles could not keep up with the speed of the black shadow.

Broken limbs and arms flew in the air. Benson's pupils shrank in fear. His heart contracted to supply blood to his brain, but his heavy breathing still groaned like a broken bellows.

The tracking system beeped, Benson gritted his teeth and pressed the switch, and the second Hellfire tracking missile shot out, but the black shadow just turned suddenly, bypassed the thick tree, and the missile hit the tree trunk.

The thick tree trunks were immediately shattered, and branches several dozen meters high began to tilt and fall. The squad leader immediately reminded everyone to be careful of the tree trunks. Amid the rumbling sounds of falling and the rustling sounds of scraping, the strange laughter was still hoarse in their ears, tormenting everyone's mentality.

"I'll be back.. remember to look up."

"Oh!"

"Cough cough cough..."

"Fuck his bloody mother..."

"Casualties!"

The situation was certainly not good. Five people died under the claws of the bat cubs, and two were killed by fallen trees. The team's members were reduced to 5.

The squad leader was bleeding with heartache, but looking at the hilltop where missiles were still being released, he could only keep himself together.

He looked up and saw the stunned sentry. He jumped up and pointed at Benson's nose, who was full of self-blame, and cursed:

"What are you thinking, you bastard? Are you feeling guilty about your mother? Avenge your brothers, come on!"

Benson looked at the squad leader with bloodshot eyes, then looked past him. The broken screen beeped again.

"Iron Warriors!!!"

"I'm telling you to watch your heads!!!"

The iron warrior with welded mechanical arms rushed around, and the howling sounds above their heads cast fear into the hearts of the remaining people.

"Fire!!!"

"Oh!"

Benson fired only two shots before the huge impact knocked the sentry to the ground. Three sharp claws pierced the sentry's forehead, and bright red blood dripped from the claws onto his forehead.

The squad leader's chest was pierced through, and he was gasping for breath between the Midnight Lord and the Sentinel.

"All your brothers are going to die!"

"puff!"

The squad leader responded by spitting hot blood on the opponent's face, then pulled the grenade ring on his waist, stepped on the opponent's arm with his foot and shouted:

"Look at the top of your mother's head!"

"BOOM!"