Chapter 536 It’s starting to get better! Right?
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When Ursaka E. Creed was exhumed from the ashes of his headquarters by his loyal Flag Sergeant Garland Kyle, Cadia's current nominal supreme commander looked at the situation Not particularly bad, at least Kyle didn't see too much blood or too many open wounds on him, but he didn't look particularly good either.
The sergeant looked worriedly at the man he had followed since he was a simple lowly soldier and convinced that he would eventually achieve something.
Creed sat up from the stretcher, looking exhausted, with dry lips, the consequences of days of lack of sleep and concentrating a lot of energy on thinking only to be refreshed by more amasec and cigars. His face showed a haggard and haggard look. The way the face collapses is revealed.
"I have nothing serious to do." He muttered, "Fortunately the desk is strong enough and it blocked it."
Kyle carefully supported him and brushed off the dust on his uniform coat. The Lord of the High Castle had two scratches on his head, and black and red blood mixed with dust made ravines on his face, but the sergeant was horrified. Suddenly he noticed that his old boss was smiling at him, even showing his teeth and gums.
Did he have something wrong with his brain as a result of being hit on the head?
The thought crossed Kyle's mind and made his stomach tighten.
"Although I have always felt that prayer is useless and is not as useful as an infernal pistol in battle, Kyle, but today I can sincerely thank the Emperor on the throne for once."
The sergeant wanted to remind the Lord of the High Castle to pay attention to his current status and not to make remarks such as the people he loved so much when he was a mid-level officer had to rely on themselves and the God-Emperor was useless, but he saw from Creed's shining eyes. Seeing something, Kyle suddenly turned around and raised his head to look in the direction Creed was looking.
He saw shining gold rising from the west.
He saw the shining white wings of the living saint, and the nuns who flew with her surrounded her. The defenders, who were already slightly demoralized, shouted ecstatically, towards the miraculous light that appeared on the back of the white wings. The women prayed devoutly, raised their weapons, shouted and attacked the Black Legion enemies who were multiple times their number.
"Help me up!" Creed's re-energized voice brought the sergeant back to his thoughts, "Wash your face, we still have a lot to do! First of all, give me all the contacts in the four directions again. Connect us and find us a new headquarters, one that’s safer. Kyle, let me think about it. Tell me, are those damn Black Templars still guarding there outside the southern city wall?”
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"Too many." After regrouping the temple in the west and the armored regiment brought by Dantioch in the south, Mercury frowned and looked down at the dynamics on the simple sand table in front of him.
"The number of enemies is still too great. The Imperial Navy fleet in orbit is completely at a disadvantage. There are a large number of traitor regiments on the ground that were originally gathered here. The reinforcements on other continents have all been divided and surrounded and cannot provide effective support here. At the same time, Abaddon's fleet is still airdropping their reinforcements to the ground, and we still have too few effective forces to mobilize."
His amber eyes turned to Honso. The Potion Master and Barabas were whispering to the unconscious body of the Black Templar Marshal Amarych, who was serving as a makeshift operating table in front of them. Apparently, they had already discussed what made the two Iron Warriors so excited. Pleasant affairs were agreed upon.
I don’t know why, but Honso, who has always had a subtle attitude towards other veteran Iron Warriors, unexpectedly hit it off with Barabas Dantioch. Of course, Robert Mercurius Guilliman himself was also very happy to be in the Nine Thousand A few years later, I met an old friend in a foreign land.
However, on the way here, Barabas urgently told them some current situation about himself, which made Guilliman still a little awkward - forget it, here and now, it is a fragment of a dream that overlaps between subspace and reality. Nothing is impossible here. Besides, the Barabbas in my memory He was so old and weak and in indelible pain because of certain facts that everyone knew, and now he was remade into a being so strong, powerful, confident and full of hope for Perturabo, and he also represented the War Blacksmith in this regard. Heartfelt joy at the glory regained from where he had lost it.
Well, it's a pity. If this is the case, it seems that the War Blacksmith will only choose to return to his genetic father in the end, and his own world of Ultramar will eventually lose an outstanding architect and defense engineer. Master...
"It's a lot, but my armored forces can effectively block attacks in the south and part of the southwest." Dantioch walked over, and Guilliman noticed that he still covered his iconic iron mask with his helmet, otherwise He wouldn't have failed to recognize the heroic war blacksmith who guarded... the beacon of the empire during the Battle of Sousa.
"Is that okay? The south is obviously the main attack direction of Abaddon's ground forces, the airdrop pods of the Black Expedition Fleet, the madmen of Abaddon's Hounds, the Word Bearers wizards - oh, you can cross this out, Honso and I These Lorgar cubs should have shed enough blood here just now——"
"Yes." The Warsmith's tone had a confidence rarely heard in any Imperial warrior. It was not dedication, self-sacrifice, or fanatical belief. Guilliman felt that it was closer to what he had experienced in the mortal realm when he was young. heard during the expedition The high-spirited self-confidence of the warriors before setting off for the battle. "The possibility of stealing the sky from the hands of the demons here has long been deduced on the sand table of my father's war," Dantioch said. "My loyal heirs and I and the court The guards are already under the rock formations as a reserve team. We have been waiting for this for nine thousand years, and our automatic maintenance system has never stopped for nine thousand years, but the Gene Father did not disappoint us. The dimensional blacksmiths and warbands of Colom Gate awakened us and served us. Providing the coordinates and identity, the Primarch's personal apothecary Hong Suo brings us the last piece of our war puzzle. Everything is ready. Today, let these traitors see how the proud volley of artillery and the steel roar of the glorious Fourth Legion can wipe out our enemies. ”
"Very good, then I'll leave it to you. If you have some spare time, maybe you can take care of Dongmian?"
"Okay." A strange green light flashed in the war blacksmith's helmet, and then he completed his assessment, "The signal from the east shows that only a group of knights called the 'Raven' family is resisting the Vulcan. The Titan Legion...they have really tried their best. If the southern battle goes well, I will send a team of Brutal Blades and Typhon to support them from the side."
"Since your Iron Guards and the Unbreakable Pact have brought so many vehicles in disguise, are there any additional air units?" Guilliman asked, "According to my observation, this group of vehicles in Kraf Fortress The idiots foolishly gathered all the fighters and bombers during Abaddon's first wave of airdrops. As a result, the airport here could not effectively protect them. They lost 80% on the first day. This is extremely stupid! It means that all the defenders will be very short of air support." "Uh. "This." Dantioch hesitated slightly, "Yes, sir, but these vehicles can only be driven by our pilots themselves and cannot be provided to friendly forces, and their shape is not like heavy vehicles. The shape of the aircraft is not very suitable for close observation by friendly forces." He looked at Guilliman and added, "The measures taken by these aircraft to protect the pilot are just for show, and they cannot avoid attacks from both sides at the same time. Effective support.”
"Oh." Guilliman also remembered what physical form they were in now, and there was an awkward silence between the two. At this moment, Saint Celestine had completed her first manifestation of inspiration and fighting work. She flapped her wings and fell from the air with the smell of white doves, roses and incense. The lingering sound of strange hymns lingered in the air. She The back of his head was surrounded by a golden halo, and Mercurius wrinkled his nose.
"Do you have to live up to this show? Do you have to let mortals be fascinated by you instead of listening to more rational voices?" The Thirteenth Primarch, wearing the appearance of the Chaos Champion, expressed his true opinion, "In addition to the appearance being more personal I don’t think you are very different from Urkansos in terms of people’s preferences for beautiful things and the form of religious fantasies.”
The resolute and beautiful face of the living saint is full of calm and comforting expressions, "This is the power of faith given to me by the great power of the God Emperor. I will follow His will and play my due role wherever I am needed." , that’s all.”
Among the two nuns beside her, Eleanor, the more stable and controlling one, has been sent out to urgently integrate the remaining troops in the St. Morica Temple, and will be brought here for use next. Genevieve stood aside, still twitching at the peaceful conversation between the living saint and the saint with the appearance of a demon king, but She didn't raise any objections. Apart from being too gentle and tactful towards this mysterious saint, Saint Celestine also showed no mercy in killing the emperor's enemies - she had already gone through a round with the living saint. , witnessed with her own eyes the demons, heretics and aliens that were destroyed by her holy shining blade as they should be in her memory.
It’s just that she was clumsy with her tongue. Genevieve didn’t know how to respond to the noble living saint who suffered such cold treatment and ridicule. Damn it, if only Eleanor was here!
"Well... at any rate, she can fly, and the mortals here believe in her. What we lack most now is command and trust. Why not just let her do what she has to do, as a quick liaison officer, guarantor and flag bearer I think it's just right. If she is on the city wall to guarantee them, at least the steel torrent of Barabas won't have to worry about the cannonballs flying from behind."
Honso wiped his gloves and walked over. On the simple operating table behind him, Marshal Amarych had just been carried away, and now he was carried into the new black temple. He was holding a communication rosary engraved with an ankh in his hand. , "I received a call from the headquarters in Clough Castle calling for the Black Templar. They said that the defenders planned to shrink the defensive formation to the first city wall, and asked all the defenders outside to abandon all external bastions and plains. and the fortress, to assemble towards Cloughburg”
Guilliman nodded, and Genevieve found it difficult not to notice his pair of beautiful demonic horns with white-gold tips emerging from the black. "This commander's judgment at this moment is very wise. After all, the defender and the attacker The gap in the number of ships was so great that it was too late to cause timely casualties between the bastion and the plain - waiting for the Phalanx and other ships to launch in orbit. The situation may improve after Hajime attacks the Eternal Will and other traitor ships. Strangely, it doesn't look like this commander would do anything that would allow the air fleet to become chaotic... Oh, hell. I guessed it. I couldn’t believe it. I thought that such an important fortress world could at least satisfy the prohibitions.”
"Actually, this situation is rare, sir. Many times our offense will cleverly take advantage of the internal opposition of the emperor...the opponent." Hong Suo said, "The Black Templars will be able to defeat them in about twenty-two minutes." Get ready.”
"How can it be so fast?" Guilliman glanced at the Potion Master with slight surprise. "The pharmacist's brainwashing operation can now be so simple, fast and effective? Doesn't it have any side effects or sequelae?"
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"Don't worry, sir." The Potion Master said proudly, "With the help of the little things Barabas brought, we can completely control the spirits of these Black Templars. I guarantee you want them." Use bolt bombs to the west and they dare not use the chainsword to go east.”
"...Honso, promise me that these field operations of yours will not cause any serious sequelae or effects on the psychology and physiology of these sons of Dorne. I always feel that this is inappropriate, but now it is too late to convince them. We need more forces that can go into battle immediately, and I will explain to them personally afterwards." Guilliman's face covered with scriptures looked so solemn and serious.
"It's sad, sir. I thought we had the friendship of traveling together in the universe. Maybe I can hope to have some tacit understanding and trust with you. (Mercurius once again showed a "How can Perturabo With the expression of a son like you") - Of course, I swear on the name of my father that this temporary brainwashing measure will not cause any serious sequelae or impact on them." Hong Suo said with a smile, "After all, it is better than The traditional ways of the empire are more humane——"
A flurry of explosive bombs exploded around them, and a series of sparks exploded. The Potion Master's armor reacted automatically, and his position opened between him and the operating table.
"What's going on?" Guilliman said angrily, while Genevieve had already risen to the sky, holding her weapon to observe the situation in the distance.
Then the nun fell down with an indescribable expression.
"It's... the Space Wolves." She said, "If I'm not mistaken, it's the Iron Wolf Company. They are forming an ambush formation."
"Why are the Space Wolves here? They are not in the north..." Guilliman stopped talking, and he and Honso looked at Dantioch.
"Oh." The front trident, the war blacksmith who once shot a straight ball at the original body under Perturabo and still survived, flashed his eyeglasses and spread his hands, "I just threw them away at that time, but the wolf My nose does seem to be a bit too sharp. Since I have never betrayed, of course I can’t shoot at friendly forces, right?”
(End of chapter)