This was Zhang Ge's plan, like the enemy, to overcome skill with force.
Amilia was currently carrying two Rosarius beads on her body. Unless directly hit by an Anti-tank Weapon, she could withstand Lasgun-type individual weapons for a long time.
Although carrying Zhang Ge reduced her flight speed somewhat, it shouldn't be a problem to get through—of course, if she couldn't get through, Zhang Ge would only be able to reluctantly act as Amilia's second layer of human shield.
When she rushed out of the door, most of the fire was still concentrated on the smoke below.
Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, since the other party couldn't fly up into the air out of nowhere. Unfortunately, their enemy wasn't very normal.
During the short time it took for the other party to adjust, Amilia had already reached a position near the center of the cylinder.
And among the enemy's lines, the fastest to react were not the various infantry, but the Anti-air Guns that had been laid flat.
Their fire control systems locked onto the flying object as soon as possible, and although the users themselves didn't react until a little later, they were still much faster than the surrounding infantry who had to turn their guns themselves.
The dense anti-aircraft barrage arrived in an instant. Amilia had no way to deal with these proximity-fused shells, and could only perform aerial maneuvers as much as possible to avoid their trajectories.
Despite having maneuvered as much as possible, a large number of fragments from the Anti-air Guns hit outside the shield, causing ripples.
However, the situation did not continue like this forever.
Because Zhang Ge, hanging in front of Amilia, was not completely useless as a backup meat shield.
Airborne, with a good view, and many enemies.
The bolter gun in his hand experienced the pleasure of being hung on a gunboat like its colleagues, and became unprecedentedly excited.
As for Zhang Ge, he could certainly feel the slight tremor of the gun body, and even perceive a faint warmth.
Was this the machine spirit in great joy?
But why? He didn't do any rituals.
Of course, despite the questions, Zhang Ge decided to obey the machine spirit. Anyway, with so many people surrounding them below, what could the machine spirit's excitement do? It wouldn't affect the big picture.
So he raised the bolter gun in his hand and pointed it at a conspicuous bald head pointing at the enemy ranks, with his back to him.
He was wearing Power Armour, and didn't seem easy to kill, and his status looked high, making him a good target.
Finger retracted, trigger pulled.
An unprecedented recoil came from the shoulder socket. This was the first time Zhang Ge had needed to use his physical fitness to suppress the recoil, so much so that he didn't notice for a moment that the firing interval was abnormally short.
Less than two seconds after firing, dozens of bullets had flown out of the chamber almost end to end, hitting the target enemy below in a long line with very little dispersion.
Perhaps that person's reaction speed wasn't slow, but if you only listened to the sound, the initial velocity of the bolter was much faster than the speed of sound. By the time the gunshot reached him, the bullets had already hit his body, leaving only the small distance where the breeze they carried approached his skin for reaction time.
So, unsurprisingly, dozens of explosions rang out one after another around the neck protection behind his neck.
Power Armour could effectively defend against the shooting of bolters by ordinary people, but the power of these bolters was obviously extraordinary, and dozens of shots basically landed at the same point. The Ceramite neck protection had just withstood three shots when it shattered into part of the shrapnel under the fourth shot that followed closely behind.
The remaining bolters that drilled through then completely cut off the possibility of him rising from the dead.
Unfortunately, this person who "looked" like he had a high status was indeed somewhat different.
He was the unlucky commander who had come to the front line to dispatch troops.
It couldn't be blamed on him for not paying attention to safety, knowing that there were hundreds of people and hundreds of miscellaneous daemons around.
The enemy could only come out of those few openings at most. Even if there were more people, they couldn't rush over in a short time under this fire suppression, and he could just run away when the situation arose.
Who knew that before long, Amilia would fly out carrying a mobile turret that could be swung around in mid-air and still hit weak points with 100% accuracy.
Even if a gunship really flew out, it would at least make it easier to make a decision, but those were just two people being chased up and down by Anti-air Guns. Even if the commander paid attention to his own safety, he would always have to hesitate for a few seconds for the sake of his image.
After all, when you work under Chaos, if you're a little soft, your subordinates may not necessarily treat you as their boss.
Unexpectedly, in those few seconds, he no longer had to worry about these problems.
The most direct problem this caused was that, without further orders, the shooting of the cultists below following the Anti-air Guns obviously began to become chaotic.
Some people wanted to continue shooting at the smoke to block the enemy, but others felt that it was more important to intercept the two things in the sky first.
The firepower that was originally expected to be concentrated on the two of them was immediately reduced by more than half.
This made the Rosarius' defense more than enough. When they had flown over most of the distance, the first shield was overloaded. Zhang Ge's carapace armour had just taken two Lasgun and shrapnel hits, and before he had time to be happy, the second shield had re-covered him.
Ahead, the door to the passage leading to the Bridge was getting closer and closer. As the two were about to slam into the closed door, Amilia turned her body, completed the deceleration, and turned back again at the end.
Turning off the backpack, she kicked it. The power armour's foot collided with the metal door, making a dull sound. The remaining momentum was completely eliminated, and then the backpack was activated again, adjusted to the power that could support the two of them in suspension.
Before, the two were facing the enemy, so Zhang Ge, who was held in her arms, was the meat shield, but now that they had smashed into the door and were facing away from the enemy, the positions of the two had been reversed. This was also why Amilia had agreed to use this posture before.
She had believed from the beginning that the two of them would definitely be able to rush to the door.
As she drew her sword, the second shield overloaded. The rain of bullets pouring in from behind was mostly blocked by her Power Armour and flesh.
Zhang Ge obviously realized this too, but he could only watch as this good opportunity turned to Amilia's hands, watching her halo flashing, while expressionlessly cutting open the door in front of her, while sparks of metal being melted and blood flowers pulled out by her body splashed behind her.
He had just raised his gun to try to blindly shoot back when a rectangular opening large enough to pass through had already been cut out in front of him. Amilia kicked out, kicking the metal block from the opening inside, and then flew inside.
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