As It did the orc's upper half got sliced In half, edges visibly scorched by the blades red edged Lazer.
"Battle brother, can you keep on fighting?"
Seargent Mirov asked as he extended his armored hand which private Jenkins grabbed with his right armored hand.
"Yes sir!"
Private Jenkins answered resolutely as he grabbed his smart assault rifles grip and pressed the mags release button with his armored pinky finger while flicking his rifle to the side.
Causing the spent mag to get ejected, seeing this seargent Mirov took out a fresh one from private Jenkins Harness's front pouch and Inserted It Into the rifle.
While private Jenkins whose bleeding shoulder had already coagulated thanks to the bioengineered cells In his body released the bolt with his armored thumb causing a fresh round to enter the firing chamber.
"In death, we live battle brother"
Seargent Mirov spoke out their motto as he grabbed the back of private Jenkin's helmet and bumped their armored foreheads together.
"In death we live sir"
Private Jenkins responded In kind.
"Kill them all private!"
Sergeant Mirov roared as he unsheathed his laser edged combat katana, grabbed his smart assault rifle, and dumped a third magazine worth of rounds into an orc's armored side.
While private Jenkins did the same, though his accuracy had visibly decreased because of the Instability of his rifle.
"For the Imperator and Imperium!"
Private Jenkins roared as he continued to pull his trigger while stepping back until he bumped his armored back Into seargent Mirovs.
"For Militaris and Citizens of Imperium!"
Sergeant Mirov added getting caught up In the surge of frenzy which was the result of adrenaline, synthetic combat stimulants, and bloodlust mixing Into one fine cocktail.
To outsiders, It might have looked like they were losing their minds.
And they were half wrong half correct, each and every Terran especially the cosmic marine core and specifically the death marines were already crazy to begin with.
And the craziest of them all was no other than their Imperator Dracula Von Dearh the man whose base DNR flows through each and every Terrans blood vessels.
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Isabella's POV
They're crazy, they're f*cking crazy, just who the f*ck are these psychos?!
Isabella screamed In her mind not believing what she was seeing, until this moment If someone said that there was a race that could put up a fight against the Infamous orcs In the field that they were considered to be number one.
She would have labeled that said person as a madman who was high on drugs, for f*cks sake even their Infamous death knights weren't that effective.
Yet these soldiers no warriors kept on dumping rounds after rounds completely Ignoring the orc's gunpowder based rounds, super accelerated bullets, laser beams, and plasma bolts Impacting their bodies.
But what made her really dumbfounded was the sight of one of the warriors getting his entire arm ripped off only to grab hanging by his right side oversized rifle and start dumbing rounds even with more gusto.
For a moment she started thinking that those warriors weren't biological life forms but highly advanced combat droids yet the undeniable smell of blood that resembled that of Dracula's told her otherwise.
Yet the most shocking sight was that of Dracula only In his boxers charging straight In without any power armor against the orc war chief, she didn't smell an ounce of fear, doubt or hesitation from the man only raw murderous Intent and wrath as hot as lava.
She knew for a fact that very few Individuals In the entire galaxy would be brave or stupid enough to try that.
But unlike those Individuals who would come out on top thanks to their natural physical strength, advanced armor, weapons, and special abilities.
Dracula had none of that, the only thing he had going for himself was his agility and dexterity because of his smaller size and that was It.
Yet the man seemed to be winning, that was what Isabella thought as she saw Dracula slide under the war chief's armored crouch as he emptied his pistol at point blank range Into the orc's face.
For the moment she thought he had won only to see the enraged war chief with a f*cked up face and knee forcefully stand up and swing his power hammer straight at Dracula.
"No..."
Isabella subconsciously cried out but It was too late, she saw Dracula get flung away like a rag doll.
"Help him! Help him!"
Isabella who although had almost fully recovered thanks to Dracula's rich blood that could be compared to an orcs In the amount of nutrients, energy, and calories It contained.
But currently had no energy to muster even a tenth of her strength roared at the top of her lungs while pointing in Dracula's direction as the war chief started limping to him.
She saw one of the warriors the one that helped the now armless warrior stand up look at where she was pointing only to turn his head back.
As If the man's fate didn't concern him one bit, Isabella stared at the warrior dumbfounded as she saw him empty his mag, let go of his rifle, unsheathed his laser edged combat katana, and slice off a female orcs leg and after she collapsed finish her off by cutting her head off.
Only for something to change, the air became colder out of all a sudden while her body started trembling, she looked down only to see that her body's hair was standing.
She subconsciously snapped her head towards Dracula's direction and what she saw froze her heart and body.
She saw the 220 centimeters tall man with a limp left arm whose forearm was barely hanging by strands of a few mangled muscles.
His shattered metallic looking bones were poking out from his entire left arm and his upper body's left side.
Yet the man didn't seem to be In any pain, only his bloody lips were curved Into neither grin nor smile that was giving Isabella the creeps.
But most Importantly something felt different about the man, she couldn't put her finger on It but It was like his aura had changed.
It was like a monster that was Imprisoned for a long time had finally been set free, the metaphorical chains that were confining him broken.
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"Sir, our Imperator doesn't stand a chance we need to help him!"
Private Jenkins roared as he let go of his empty smart assault rifle, pulled out a pistol, and emptied his whole mag at a heavily Injured female orc armed with a plasma pistol that finally collapsed.
"No need, you were created then we built Einherjar so you don't know It but our Imperator started out with nothing but his fists and teeth"
Sergeant Mirov said as he sheathed his laser edged combat katana after decapitating an orc.
"What do you mean by this sir?"
Private Jenkins asked as he pulled out a multipurpose grenade from his harness pouch and extended his hand for seargent Mirov to pull the pin out.
"What I mean Is that our Imperator had been suppressing the monster that allowed him to climb from a caveman to a galactic overlord"
Sergeant Mirov explained as he hooked his middle finger around the grenades pin.
"And you're about to see It battle brother, you're about to see our blood fathers true self"
Sergeant Mirov added as he saw private Jenkins toss the grenade which landed expertly under a female orcs armored feet who was firing her laser Gatling gun.
BOOM!
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MC POV
My left arm Is toast, that's at least a week In a regen tank I might as well amputate It and let the docs attach me a new one.
A punctured lung, kidney, Intestines, and a bunch of other organs, and on top of that my ribs right side Is completely f*cked.