Chapter 43: The Legend of Erlian
Life spans several tera years, arms are as strong as Set (a perishable fruit), the days are full of suffering, and worries are unforgettable. How can we relieve our worries? Only, Amset.
————Left by ancient Terran poets
Today's Blue Bay Tavern is full of people, all wearing bulletproof armor and laser guns. The double-headed eagle logo shines under the dim tavern lights. The smell of Amset wine here is so strong that it is suffocating.
Several aborigines who usually like to taste wine pushed open the tavern and saw this group of big-headed soldiers having a carnival. They immediately turned around and left. The boss loved and hated this situation...
The C position of this banquet is the remains of Alan Bair and the engine shrine of the Chimera troop carrier, provided by the piece embedded in the butt of a certain unlucky soldier.
The staff officer carefully wiped the piece of debris. He didn't expect that in just a few decades of his life, Chimera would leave him first. He felt pain again. Then he saw Alan Bair with a sad face and patted his shoulder and said With.
"What's wrong, soldier, you are a miracle. If it weren't for you, this operation would not be successful, and more than 70 soldiers would come back!"
John was even more drunk, holding up his wine glass and shouting in low Gothic (almost dialect). "To my beloved platoon leader, Boss Alan Bayer, my admiration for him is like a torrential river..."
"The Emperor's blessing, the star of the empire, Alan Bair is invincible, stepping on the green-skin mecha, punching the green-skin boss!"
Alan Bair just felt more and more uncomfortable as he listened. He was just lucky. If Catachan hadn't helped him before, and he was accidentally given a long-edged knife, and the orcs here loved Catachan so much. It was so intense that he was already dead...
He couldn't tell when this luck would end. It didn't matter if he died in battle, but so many soldiers were relying on him that he began to fear what would happen if he lost.
Whether he retreats or is brave, he is really just lucky, not blessed by the God-Emperor. Don't send him to the center of the battlefield! He just wants to find a group of people to survive in this terrible dark universe.
Alan Bayer took a sip of amset. The amset in this world had a lot of fruits mixed in it. The overall taste was sweet, and his mood also relaxed.
He exhaled hot breath again, as if silently complaining about why he didn't die on the battlefield, and lamenting how he survived?
Alan Bair is a bit contradictory. He is fed up with the horror of this dark universe, but he can't let go of his comrades. He probably wants to die, but he probably wants to live.
Recycling ammunition is to find a way to survive the constant attacks, fighting back against the greenskins is to crawl back from a desperate situation, and even defeating cans is just because the lieutenant colonel passed by.
What ability does he have?
Maybe he will die next time. The people in the fourth row will be so sad. This feeling makes him very unhappy. He also thinks about how good he would be if he were an Astartes. He could smash the big green-skinned face with one punch and open cans with a chain sword. .
Ambition, generosity for justice, superhuman will? Now that everything has disappeared, people will be afraid of the unknown next after surviving.
So what if you rely on luck and martial virtue to survive? The next time he dies, it will only cause more pain and danger to those who care about him.
He is not a god...
Alan Bayer only felt that the sweet wine was bitter after drinking it, even though he didn't like drinking.
Suddenly, he was pulled by the brown-haired corporal. He felt his body light up. The girl actually got some tough guys to lift him up forcefully.
"Long live Second Lieutenant Alan Bayer! Long live the platoon leader!"
"Long live the Empire Star!"
A few people revived the atmosphere in the tavern, and Alan Bayer smiled bravely. Soon, these tough men brought him to the street and walked beside the city wall. If only those who participated in the battle knew about it before, now probably All the six thousand Astra Militarum troops stationed in the south knew about this...
In the tavern, the red-faced staff officer was stroking the engine fragment. "You did a good job, you did a good job, it's okay, everyone will remember you, they just think that the living people are greater now."
The mechanical priest also ate bread and sat next to the staff officer, then put down the food and chanted mechanical language to the loyal imperial engine...
Transcendence?
In the forest, during the past war, the huge traces of movement of the Ork mecha attracted the attention of Lieutenant Colonel Avada of Catachan. He had been tracking the location of the Orc anti-orbital equipment for a long time, but those damn things were very important to the anti-orbital equipment. The recon was well done.
The fluctuating magnetic field and vast forests of this garden world make visual detection of the position of the detectors and artillery above the forest very foolish and uncertain.
Catachans have been looking for it, but the forest is so long that it is impossible to find it so easily. But now that the huge orc mecha is out, the traces of this thing are not easy to hide.
The experienced hunters followed the smell of chain saws and engine oil forward, clearing the forest and cutting vines. The noisy sounds of the orcs seemed to be in their ears, which made people feel irritated.
They are silent, full of murderous intent, advancing like ghosts in the forest. They are Catachan, the heroes from the death world of the empire, the real terrifying monsters, the demons of Catachan.
Melta guns, bolt bombs, beam carbines, and Catachan blades, although they are simple, they are all good things.
Compared with its experience and strength, it will give the orcs extra surprises and happiness!
But Avada soon saw the next scene. He did see a large number of beast artifacts, but he miscalculated.
It would be fine if it were just one-eyed orcs, but there are also huge wild groups visible to the naked eye. One-eyed is now sitting on the throne. There are a large number of orc mechas, dueling fields, and dozens of rumbling garbage cannons being built. Ava Da felt his hair standing on end.
Avada soon realized that the Astra Militarum had been deceived. The Planetary Governor did not report that the number of greenskins in this world was so exaggerated. Just those who were defeated near Karu City and gathered here during this period were probably tens of thousands. Just!
The number even exceeds the strength of Karu City where the Astra Militarum is stationed!
This planet has been polluted by green skin for a long time!
The expressions of the Catachans were frozen. This situation was beyond their control. The interference of communication devices and the loss of contact with other cities made the Astra Militarum feel that there were only ten thousand orcs in this world, and they were unable to gather larger ones. A team that can destroy other worlds.
But the reality is that the orc infection here is so severe that the Inquisition needs to be notified...(End of Chapter)