Urgent bell sounds came from behind, echoing through the corridors of the underground city with the clashing of metal and stone. Groups of Skaven soldiers, clad in rough armor and wielding worn weapons, poured out from multiple passageways.
"This doesn't look good," John tightly gripped his gun, his eyes filled with vigilance.
Taktron moved quickly, his hands swiftly maneuvering on the small printer attached to his equipment. In just a few seconds, a White phosphorus grenade was precisely assembled. "Take this!" Taktron shouted, aiming at the densest area of the rat people soldiers, and forcefully threw the White phosphorus grenade.
As the White phosphorus grenade flew out of Taktron's hand, cutting through the dark and oppressive underground passage, and finally landing at the core of the rat people soldiers' gathering, the entire scene seemed to freeze for a moment. Then, a dazzling white light, like the judgment of an angel, tore through the darkness, followed by a deafening explosion. The moisture and dust in the air of the passage were completely incinerated by the instantaneous high-temperature effect of the white phosphorus.
The rat soldiers let out heart-wrenching screams. Their crude armor seemed to melt like wax, instantly disfigured by the erosion of white phosphorus flames. Their skin couldn't escape either, as the white phosphorus continued to burn against their skin, causing them unprecedented pain.
At the same time, the air in the passage was filled with thick white smoke, rapidly spreading to every corner like a heavy fog. Not only did this severely hinder the rats' visibility, but the dense smoke also made it extremely difficult for them to breathe, with coughing and choking sounds echoing one after another.
John tightly gripped his weapon, watching the chaotic scene ahead with a hint of a smirk on his lips. He knew that, at least in this moment, they had gained precious time and a tactical advantage.
Taktron looked at the impact of his White phosphorus grenade and felt a sense of satisfaction in his own skill and cunning. But he also knew that the battle was far from over. They had to take the next step while the enemy soldiers were in disarray.
John glanced at Taktron, "Not bad, kid. But this is just temporary. We have bigger fish to fry."
Taktron nodded and turned his gaze towards the deeper darkness ahead, where more unknown threats and challenges lurked.
"Let's keep moving forward," Alixia tightened her star dart gun, "Chaos won't retreat on its own."
"Well said," Karenmu said solemnly, "I can sense a stronger evil energy ahead, we must act quickly."
Karenmu saw the effect of the White phosphorus grenade, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, but this smile did not last long. He tightly grasped the war hammer in his hand, filled with mysterious mechanical patterns and doctrinal runes, and then rushed forward.
As his giant hammer swung down, each strike was accompanied by a loud clash of metal and bone. The burning rat people were instantly knocked away by the giant hammer, and sparks and fragments scattered. With each strike, the path gradually became clear.
"Quick, go!" Karenmu shouted, his voice echoing through the narrow passages of the underground city.
Upon seeing this, John and Alixia quickly switched to their close combat weapons. John wielded a large military knife, its cold steel glinting particularly bright in the darkness. Alixia produced a long, slender spear, its tip shimmering with the distinctive ethereal blue light of the Eldar.
At this moment, more rat soldiers emerged from the darkness, their eyes filled with resentment and madness. But John and Alixia seemed to have planned for this, as they both swung their weapons almost simultaneously, facing the approaching enemies.
John's sword struck down, each blow taking away an enemy's life; while Alixia's spear was like the scythe of death, each thrust causing the rat people to scream in agony. In this dark underground, a near-slaughterous celebration was unfolding.
Their movements were skilled and swift, without the slightest hesitation. In this battle of life and death, every action and decision could impact the entire outcome, but at this moment, John and his team displayed their extraordinary coordination and combat prowess.
With dozens of rat soldiers falling, the passage finally became relatively safe. But everyone understood that this was just the tip of the iceberg, and more severe battles awaited them ahead. However, no matter what difficulties and challenges they would face next, at least at this moment, they had successfully opened a path leading deeper into the unknown.
"Danger! Giant creatures approaching!" Taktron's warning echoed in the sealed underground tunnel.
John immediately responded, "Everyone, retreat now!"
At that moment, a huge rock fell from the sky, smashing their original escape route and raising a cloud of dust. As the fragments of the rock scattered, a gigantic creature appeared in their sight.
This was no ordinary Skaven, but a creature twisted by chaos. Standing at about four meters tall, its muscles were as tight as steel, displaying abnormal strength. Its skin had an unnatural purple hue, its eyes were blood-red, and its body was covered with sharp teeth and bone spurs. Most horrifying of all, it carried a massive flamethrower on its back.
The flamethrower is unlike any technology of the empire or any other race. It is made up of some twisted metal and an unknown liquid, looking both ancient and heretical. The nozzle of the flamethrower slowly turns towards John and his team, then spews out a green magical flame.
This green magical flame is different from regular fire, emitting a piercing scream as it burns, as if composed of countless tortured souls. The flame not only burns material but also seems to corrode the human soul.
The giant rat-man let out an angry roar at John and his team, causing the entire underground tunnel to tremble. It was not just a physical roar, but also a kind of mental oppression that instilled a deep-seated fear in everyone.
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