Chapter 20 The Demon of Catachan
To this day of human existence, He is still by my side. This is the true power that every human being believes in. The warriors from the jungle think so and believe so. Under the guidance of the God Emperor, the powerful Catachan people can What kind of heroic move to make.
In the long history of the empire, the Catachan people have still created stunning miracles, and here are the heroes of the Catachan 72nd Regiment, a group of five imperial elites.
Everyone in the Empire is aware of the power and honor of the Septons Astartes, but there are not many mortals who can compare with them.
Cadian, Krieg, Valhalla, Fortress World, Death World, and of course...
Catachan.
When the Catachans fell silently from the transport plane, there were only a hundred people in each group, and they had few clothes and bulging muscles. They wore jungle green camouflage uniforms, most of them only wore vests, and a few were topless.
Everyone here, regardless of rank or gender, has their heads shaved except for a short mohawk on top of their head, and many have tattoos of skulls, Imperial Aquiles or symbols of their homeland.
Catachan Devil's Curly Figure Native to Catachan, these fearsome truck-sized or even train-sized scorpions have long been a favorite among soldiers.
What could be more reminiscent of Catachan's homeland than a terrifying, living killing machine?
Soldiers with higher military ranks, such as corporals and sergeants, do not have rank insignia printed on their uniforms. Instead, they choose to cut off or tattoo the rank directly on their arms.
All, even those without tattoos, bear scars from past battles, or simply wounds from their time living in Catachan.
Each soldier wears a red handkerchief, the symbol of the Catachan jungle warriors, and they wear it in different ways, mostly on their head or forehead.
Someone had it tied around their arm, or hung around their neck but all wore it proudly.
Although they use a variety of weapons, such as automatic pistols, laser carbines, and flamethrowers, each of them carries a long-edged Catachan sword, which is as much a symbol of their identity as a red handkerchief. symbol.
The leader here is a lieutenant colonel, holding a powerful bolt shotgun. His right hand has been lost, replaced by a shining silver power glove.
He holds the gun with one hand, making people wonder whether his arm strength can withstand the recoil of the weapon, and the roar of the power fist glove's servo is faintly heard.
When a group of school-level officers came to greet them, they were not enthusiastic and did not shake hands. If you asked him, they would only answer, "Catachan does not travel with people from a gentle world!"
This is why the Ministry of Military Affairs has always had a low opinion of Catachan, but there is no doubt that Catachan's reputation was not given by the Ministry of Military Affairs, but was honed in their desperate world.
And they have a very bad feeling about this place. The 3rd Skadi Infantry Regiment is obviously a bunch of cowards! The newly formed garbage army has no discipline and is the worst kind in the gentle world.
They walked into the church. In a separate room, a short and fat man stood up from his seat at the table. He was wearing a rather tight uniform. The star and Imperial Sky Eagle on the epaulettes showed the astral realm of this person. The status of a major general in the army.
"Ah, I guess it's Lieutenant Colonel Avada. I'm Major General Nilom."
"Thank you and the Catachan 72nd for joining us in our sacred mission to rid the world of the Greenskin threat."
Avada replied. "We're just going wherever we're ordered to go, sir."
The major general kept saying. "Yes, of course, but I still want to thank you. I'm glad to have such excellent warriors as you join us."
"I have no doubt that your expertise in jungle warfare will be of greatest use here, please..."
Nilom gestured toward the table, indicating that the conversation would become confidential.
"Join us as we discuss our next steps to ensure that the orks of this sub-sector are finally kept out of the world."
"As far as I know, you have met at least a few Greenskins in previous glorious battles?"
Avada nodded and walked to the table. "Karst."
"Yes, some of the warbands that were driven back from the Karst by the Imperial forces seem to have joined forces with the warbands that advanced into the Gondva system."
"Greenskins have this disgusting habit, don't they?"
"By the way, please sit down."
Avada replied. "I'd rather stand."
"Very good."
After Nilomu finished speaking, Avada saw the general notice his power gloves again.
he continued. "I've read several reports about you. The soldiers call you 'Hell Fist', right?"
The lieutenant colonel nodded.
Major General Nilom smiled. "Have you ever taken it off?"
the lieutenant colonel replied. "Do you want to wear it?"
The female staff officer sitting at the table stood up. The legs of her chair made a squeaking sound on the polished stone floor, and then the entire chair fell behind her.
"How arrogant! You may be a Lieutenant Colonel, but you're still talking to a Major General of the Imperial Guard!"
But the lieutenant colonel just stared at the staff officer with his eyes, and she hesitated in her movements, and then she was soon slightly shocked. After all, those were the eyes of a soldier who had experienced countless battlefields and deaths.
Commander Avada just continued. "I read the briefing report. The third outpost was attacked, and they bravely dealt with the greenskins. Now I need to eradicate the threat there?"
Nilom looked at the strategic map. "Yes, that's generally true, but..."
"There are reports that there is a special orc subspecies that can hide itself."
Lieutenant Colonel Avada's cheek twitched slightly, and then he answered naturally. "I'll take care of it, it's just a beast."
Avada has been eating the dried meat of death cobras since he was five years old. In Catachan, you can only taste the food you kill yourself, so there is probably nothing in this world that can kill him in the forest.
After they walked out of the headquarters, Avada decided to lead the entire regiment to outpost No. 3. They still had some time to rest, but this forest was too easy for them.
The female lieutenant next to him looked at the spreading forest. The top of the upper level could see beyond this huge dense forest into the distance.
"It's humid and warm. It's much better here than the karst sand and ocean, isn't it?"
Lieutenant Colonel Avada held the power fist glove and used his destructive stance to create sparks in the air.
"Don't mention that place again! It was a battlefield that was already won..."
The lieutenant rephrased. "It's a lot like Catachan, isn't it?"
Avada retorted again. "It lacks many things, such as screaming..."
Then, he left with the soldiers and headed for Outpost No. 3...(End of Chapter)