r18novel Chapter 1038 Calvin, a Blessed Man
Chapter 1038 Calvin, a Blessed Man
"Kill these green bastards!"
When Calvin's bayonet stabbed into the throat of a greenskin, acid blood spurted along the blood trough, corroding honeycomb-like marks on the gas mask eyepiece.
He shook his head and used his shoulder armor to create a fan-shaped field of vision, and saw three orcs pulling his comrade Roy's intestines like a skipping rope.
The severed artery sprayed rainbows in the air, Roy's lips were still moving, and his last words before he died were to ask Calvin to help him mail the letter in his pocket and take it home.
"Come on! You mossy bastards from the cesspool!"
Calvin leaped up over the bloated corpse, his combat boots sinking into the festering chest of a Chaos follower.
The moment the bayonet pierced the orc's cheekbone, the fungal spores sprayed by the greenskin before his death covered his chest, and the protective armor made a sizzling sound like barbecue.
His ankle was suddenly grabbed by the orc's iron claw. He rolled over and stuffed a handful of mud into the orc's nostrils. The crisp sound of his knee crushing his Adam's apple was more pleasant to his ears than the political commissar's lecture.
Seventeen minutes into the battle, the rhythm of the earth's shaking changed.
As soon as Calvin cut the Achilles tendon of the sixth greenskin, he saw six pairs of scarlet mechanical eyes emerging from the fog. Those were the armored vehicles modified from the cathedral dome and various tank armors that the orcs used to roll over the pile of corpses.
“The melta gun! Where the hell is the melta gun!”
Calvin roared and rolled into the crater, and the fallen soil was mixed with the teeth and eyeballs of the Astra Militarum.
At the moment when the armored vehicle tracks crushed half of the wreckage of the Leman Russ, he caught a glimpse of the driver's charred body still in the posture of loading ammunition, and the man's mechanical prosthetic eyes were still reflecting the light of the artillery fire.
Green grease oozed from the riveted seams on the side of the armored vehicle. Calvin pulled the melta gun out from the pile of corpses.
He lunged towards the acid pit on the left, and the moment his boots slipped on the Tyranid shell, the molten beam burned holes in the seams of the armor.
Drops of scalding metal poured down like a rainstorm, and when he crawled under the car, his burned palms pressed on the leaking fuel pipe.
The blast blew away all living things within fifteen meters.
Calvin crashed into the rotten sandbag wall, and the blood oozing from his eardrums dyed the medic number red. Through the sharp ringing in his ears, he heard the cheers of the plasma team, three ork armored vehicles twisted into abstract sculptures in the blue and white plasma, and a green-skinned technician was burned into a charred statue by the overloaded energy, holding a wrench engraved with swear words in his hand.
At this moment, the thick fog was torn apart by a blade-like roar.
The five-meter-tall Ork Warboss Gorgorth crushed the burning armored wreckage with his power claws modified from the arm of an Imperial Knight, with the skulls of Space Marines skewered on each knuckle.
The spiked breastplate was painted with distorted High Gothic: "WAAAGH!!!!!!"
When the first Astra Militarum soldier was cut in half, his intestines spun three and a half times on the gears of the power claw.
The second soldier's laser gun burned a black spot on the boss's knee, and he was chopped in half by the chainsaw axe. When the saw blade got stuck in his pelvis, the orc directly swung the corpse as a hammer and smashed the third soldier's skull.
The fourth soldier tried to detonate the thermal bomb, but was knocked into the mud by the boss using a shield made from a church bench. The bomb made a muffled sound ten meters underground, creating a boiling fountain of blood.
Calvin's meltagun locked up due to overheating.
He grabbed the blood-stained engineer shovel and rushed forward. The moment the shovel blade chopped into the boss' ankle, the recoil force caused his palm to burst.
Gaoglas let out a deafening laugh and kicked him twenty meters away.
When Calvin knocked down the shelter made of corpses, he touched the unsent letter in Roy's pocket. The words "Love you forever" on the blood-soaked envelope were burning.
"Little shrimp!"
Gaoglas taunted in his awkward High Gothic tongue, and grabbed the wreckage of the Chimera Transport with his power claws and threw it like a frisbee.
Six soldiers who were loading plasma cannons were smashed into meat patties. The overloaded energy core caused a secondary explosion, and the blue-white plasma flow burned the entire swamp into glass.
"Fuck, you bastard..."
Calvin spat out the broken molar and used his bayonet to cut open the safety valve of the melta gun.
He deliberately rushed towards the Tyranid acid pit on the left, and the orc boss really chased him with great strides, leaving crater-like footprints on the ground with every step.
At the moment when the power claw was about to chop down, Calvin slid under the opponent's crotch and stabbed the hot barrel of the gun into the gap of the orc's back armor, where half of the Space Marine's power sword was inserted, and the eagle emblem on the hilt had been corroded by the acid blood.
"Go eat shit!"
The moment Calvin pulled the trigger, the molten core overloaded and exploded.
Gaoglas' spine melted in the blue-white flames, and his upper body flew into the group of orcs who were engaged in a firefight, smashing the heads of five green-skinned boys; his lower body landed on his knees and smashed a deep pit, with his power claws still maintaining the middle finger raised position.
"grass!"
Calvin felt as if he had been hit by a heavy punch and flew backwards.
"Fuck! This kid is really lucky!"
When Calvin was carried into the medical area, the blood in his gas mask had already flooded his nostrils.
Through the cracks in the eyepiece he saw the rotating dome lights, which looked like the colorful paper lanterns hung at the harvest festival in his hometown.
The commissar's mechanical prosthetic hand grasped the edge of the stretcher, and the friction sound of the gears reminded him of the sound of Irene stirring flour when baking.
“Make this a priority.”
The political commissar tore off Calvin's protective armor, and the sound of metal tearing became soft and long amid the tinnitus.
Someone cut open his uniform that was caked with blood plasma, and when the cold instrument was pressed against his chest, Calvin smelled the faint scent of cornflowers, and he thought it was a sign that hallucinations were beginning.
Irene's face emerged in the halo of the operating light. She was not wearing a medic's protective suit, but a linen dress from her wedding day, with a purple ribbon wrapped around her braids hanging down on Calvin's chest.
He could feel his wife's soft fingers cleaning the wound, the tweezers removing the shrapnel as if she were picking berries.
"Is the star on the top of the barn...done?" Calvin murmured as he tried to grab the illusory hem of his skirt.
His voice was filtered into a vague buzz by the breathing mask, but Irene seemed to understand it - when she lowered her head, her hair brushed against Calvin's cheek, and the vague itchy feeling was so real that it was terrifying.
The sharp pain suddenly pierced his right lung. The scalpel in reality was cutting open his ribs, and in the illusion, Irene held his face in her hands: "Hold on a little longer, I stole the candles from the church..." Her tears dripped onto Calvin's lips, but the taste was the bitterness of preservatives.
“Blood pressure 40/20! Get some epinephrine!”
The real Irene wore a protective suit stained with biological slime, her grey eyes bloodshot behind her goggles.
When she infiltrated the third wave of reinforcements three days ago, she would never have thought that the reunion would be on the operating table.
Calvin's chest was like a can torn open by the orcs, and charred melta gun fragments could be seen between the broken ribs.
"Electric shock ready! 300 joules!"
Reality and fantasy overlapped in the hum of the defibrillator. Calvin saw two Irenes leaning over at the same time, the phantom in a wedding dress putting the ring back on his finger, and the real wife in a protective suit cutting open his chest with a bone saw. Both hands were equally warm, and both pains were equally real.
Calvin was shocked and then fainted.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a hospital bed. Thousands of wounded soldiers were crowded in a small space waiting for the nurse to arrive.