Chapter 59 Live up to the blood of Sanguinius
The beauty of this garden world once amazed the sons of Baal. It is the pearl of the empire and a rare bright thing in the long darkness. People have a preference for beautiful things, let alone angels.
When the greenskin blood spread all over the forest, and the alien genes in it were burned away by the flames, the Sons of Sanguinius who completed their mission collected supplies from the remains of the city swept by the greenskins. When the sergeants in the Astartes obtained the ancient Books, according to imperial instructions, such things should be judged by Lian Zhitan, but the sergeant had studied archeology for a period of time and was familiar with the fonts of his scholar servants.
He quickly realized that the above content would allow the world to protect itself when facing new dangers and also enrich the empire's military strength, but he did not hesitate to choose to believe in the mortals of this world.
He lacks the Space Marine's arrogance towards mortals, and this is because his life was saved by mortal fire support during the war.
And the most important thing is that he has special feelings for those servants who are willing to donate blood to him. Maybe for today's Astartes, such feelings are a failure, but if anyone can witness the God-Emperor's love for him, The first thing a Space Marine wants is to discover that the sergeant is the real "perfect".
But it has to be said that the Blood Angel was prescient. After the sergeant quickly realized that the green skins were a lingering haze on this planet, the trees would be where the green skins breed, and a large number of beasts would occupy this place. Hindering the garrisoning and transformation of the empire.
Even though the Astra Militarum fighting alongside them had impressive combat capabilities and strong will, they were generally unsatisfactory.
But a long time is enough to change a mortal. The sergeant looked at this rich planet. In order to give her a chance of survival against the green skin attack, the sergeant decided to search for the legacy in the files.
However, human buildings in the Dark Age of Technology have covered this world. This place seems to be open to humans from other worlds as a tourist attraction. Although the natural environment is deliberately preserved, and even the environment of this world may be man-made, there is nothing You can imagine how difficult it is to find a small place in a world through vague handwriting and half-baked ancient language that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Even the emperor's angels must go through adventures like the ancient hero Hercules to find clues of ancient technology. They have slaughtered orc camps and dealt with the invasion of Ada pirates. In this world, they are like gods, but they are nowhere to be found. indefinite.
In fact, most cities today were built with the help of this team of Astartes, and the people of the Empire are also happy to provide their own blood for the Sons of Sanguinius, but there is no doubt that the frequency of such battles is too high After a long journey, they traveled all over the world and discovered the secrets in the ancient relics.
This is the reality of the rupture of human civilization. Even the most tenacious warriors of the empire cannot use a short time to analyze the simplest words. They have traveled all over the world just to find vague documentary records.
When the Blood Angels' flagship left early, they fought in this world. When the inhabitants worshiped them, they searched in this world, until the sergeant discovered that their starting point was the end. Fatigue, battle wounds, and the tricks of fate made his black rage Reached its peak.
At the last moment, he entered the technological coffin and the stasis generator in the ancient ruins.
Other Space Marines cannot prevent such a thing from happening, and they dare not leave with ancient technology, because the technology in this world is insufficient to provide the operation of a stagnant position. As long as they are taken away from here and cut off their power for a few hours, the sergeant will completely Swallowed by rage, he transformed into the angel that once guarded Terra in hell.
They can only leave hints to future generations and transform the records in ancient documents into something more understandable, but they cannot say it directly. They can only blur the text so that those greedy mortals cannot understand it.
They took away the Iron Man here, as well as the large Knight Titan, leaving only weapons that could be used by mortals and their own commanders, and then joined their battle brothers.
This archeology alone took two days at the limit of a mortal's lifespan, a full two hundred years.
When the sergeant was silent in this garden world he loved, his brother left his last words of caution, hoping that he and the people who found him could live up to their loyalty and dignity, and yes, they could live up to the blood of Sanguinius.
But the loyal and benevolent warrior has been limited by the defects buried deep in his genes. His reason and wisdom are gone, only the most basic anger, loyalty, and pain.
Why should such a curse be made on human angels? In any case, blood thirst and black rage represent the pain of the sons of Baal, as well as their honor, and their wailing in this dark universe.
Now the time has come for the Emperor's Angels to express their significance.
Although Alan Bayer was not clear about it, the battle situation on the ground had reached a precarious stage. When a large number of green-skinned mechas roared explosives on the void shield, and there were intermittent sounds on the radio, Alan Bayer quickly Realized something was wrong.
Now on the ground, it is said that the firepower from the opposite side exceeded expectations. Orc explosives burst out from the powerful roaring engines and exploded on the heads of the Astra Militarum. The trenches and sentry towers dissipated in an instant. The staff in the command room at the rear looked at the situation in surprise, but I found that my fourth company was suddenly out of contact...
Debris and garbage were everywhere, and the copper and iron walls turned into construction debris and ruins. The lucky soldiers were missing arms and legs, and blood flowed from the broken places. The unlucky soldiers had already seen the emperor.
The staff immediately guessed that the Orks had installed artillery equipment on the mechas to attack human positions, and the Astra Militarum made it impossible for a regiment to have artillery and infantry at the same time because of the damn second founding. Once again, The Empire's system has worn down the Astra Militarum warriors, but the staff noticed, why can those orcs accurately bombard?
He thought hard, but found that in front of the window of the headquarters, next to the inconspicuous bunker, in the rough trench, a small green thing was chattering away with rough equipment.
It's the Fart, the disgusting and despicable alien communicator in its hand that is constantly transmitting its location!
The staff officer immediately pulled out his pistol and blasted the fart into a bowl of mushroom juice, but he immediately realized the problem.
"Quick, quick, get out of here, soldier, hurry up!" He shouted to the lieutenants. Others had not yet understood the situation. What they saw was that the staff officer suddenly cursed, fired out of the window, and then immediately asked them to evacuate. But the obedience of the soldiers saved them again. After they left the place very quickly, dozens of orc explosives and garbage projectiles hit the command room.
The lieutenants held communication equipment and emergency power supplies and watched their command room being destroyed, but they still immediately called other soldiers on the equipment.
"There were greenskins in the previous bombings, those little bastard greenskins. They mixed those things into the shells!"
"Those disgusting aliens will report your location to their masters, and move away immediately if they appear!"
When the soldiers received this news, they began to pay attention to their surroundings. When they realized that those small things were more deadly than the big ones, many people did not even have time to collect the heavy explosives and left the sentry tower. However, in any case, such a strategy lost bunkers and defense, but still retains a large amount of battlefield effectiveness.
However, it was still a drop in the bucket for the overall war situation, and the staff had to place their hopes on Lieutenant Colonel Avada's troops.
And Avada is now close to the greenskin camp. He may be the person who has changed the most in this world, from hugging his companions to now training gentle aliens, from forests to walking in reinforced concrete pipes.
The Catachans would not admit defeat. They only had two choices: life and death. When he touched his shotgun and power fists, his anger towards the greenskins grew even more spontaneously.
Under the illumination of a dim promethium lamp.
He walked through the muddy, filthy and disgusting sewer, twisted the air valve with his fingers, and a squeaking sound appeared, and the sewer door could be opened.
The new Catachans he trained were even more resentful towards the greenskins. They were all local hunters in Karu City, people who provided natural supplies to the residents and the city, but their families were destroyed because of the greenskin attacks.
Lieutenant Colonel Avada took advantage of their anger, and used war and words as hammers to hit these warriors. Now they were thick iron, shaped into swords, and were about to slowly penetrate the greenskin's throat.
The war cans walked slowly through the streets, and the greenskins were intently watching the war fireworks fired from the cans. The rough voices shouted, Catachan would not care what they thought, they only knew to cut off the necks of those greenskins.
When the greenskins walked freely by the sewers, the thick bronze arms would suddenly grab the greenskins' ankles, strangling their lives with anger and strength before they could scream.
Even the most terrifying killing cans will be turned into scrap metal by the melt gun, making no sound, just like what Lieutenant Colonel Catachan once said.
In the forest, the most dangerous things are silent.
In order to ensure that the greenskins would not be defeated by the group army, a large number of cans formed a U shape to surround the war camp, which also made it impossible for the cans to support each other. Even though One Eye was very smart, there was inevitably an oversight, that is, Catachan was not dead.
When Duyan realized that this had happened, he watched in Brother Mao's mecha as all the barrages on his right side disappeared and the communicator went silent. He thought for a while and laughed.
"Yes, I don't like unilateral killings, I like killing each other!"
"What? Solve those hidden shrimps?"
"No, no, no, I don't want to care."
"Shut up, I'm the boss."
"You're the one giving ideas!"
"We'll see..."
One Eye said to himself.
he shouted after a moment. "Boys, waaaagh!" A huge voice came from Brother Mao's tattered body. The huge ancient giant machine's tracks slowly moved forward. Other cans, boys, and even farts were shouting that they had been waiting for a long time. things.
"waaaagh!"
"waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
The sound that shook the world was like the howling of hell, echoing in Karu City, and anyone with a little courage could not help but excrete their own excrement.
When countless greenskins advanced like the tide in the ocean, even Lieutenant Colonel Avada couldn't help but sigh and pray. "Oh God Emperor!"
He turned on the communicator and got into the sewer. "The enemy attacks, the number is tens of thousands!"
Next to the sacred stairs, in the camp, the staff officer was ashen-faced when he received the news. He had expected countless miracles, but the reality was this. When the green-skinned boss became the war chief to rule the entire tribe, his fate may have been doomed.
He put down his staff hat and picked up the Tanner tea on the table. He actually wanted to travel to Valhalla. Although the place was not suitable for travel, he secretly felt that the world of ice and snow was destined for him. Maybe, He was going to see the God-Emperor.
He has been a poor man all his life. His parents died, he was brainwashed in school, and he was fed drugs. He was like a cold iron plate until he saw the relevant records of Staff Kane.
He had just begun to think about what true loyalty was, but he hadn't figured it out yet. Even after serving for so long, he still didn't understand it.
For some reason, he began to think about what would happen to his second lieutenant in such a situation?
He will take out something and shout at the green skin...
"Fuck you!"
Yes, yes, this is the taste. The counselor drank all the Tanner tea in the cup. Ah, it’s really good to taste your own collection at the end of your life. Just don’t keep it for so long next time, it’s a bit moldy...< br>
No... the staff officer suddenly realized that he was not hallucinating just now. He looked around, but there was only a terrible messy battlefield and green waves in the distance.
Until there was a Chimera that no one had applied for, with a huge metal structure on top, and the shooting holes on the car had strange colors that did not belong to the Astra Militarum. Some of the beams touched the green skins, even the boss-level green skins would Decompose him instantly.
Some projectiles are like diseases. When they hit the enemy, the green skin next to them will instantly roll on the ground in pain.
There was something even more terrifying, like a missile exploding among the beasts. It was something Alan Beyer shot out from the co-pilot in the cockpit.
That's a relic pistol, or an archaeological pistol, or... Anyway, the Empire doesn't have an accurate name for it. It's a sidearm of the human command class in the Dark Ages. It can shoot terrifying small hydrogen bombs with great energy!
John shouted while piloting the Chimera now. "Boss, what is this?!"
Alan Bayer cursed. "I'm just going to fire three bullets. Don't look away, shoot towards the big pit, and then put the angel down!"
John answered immediately. "Yes, boss!"
When the Chimera roughly crushed the orcs, and a drift dropped the metal coffin to the ground, the entire battlefield fell silent, and the orcs murmured.
"What kind of shrimp is this!" He shot at it out of curiosity, but this action only caused the gun to destroy the device's static position, and the angel who had been silent for seven hundred years revived again.
When the blond giant climbed out of his coffin, the skeleton on the dark armor looked crazy and holy. A ray of light shone from the top of the lower level of the hive destroyed by the green skin, which happened to fall on the awakening angel.
He stood up slowly and looked around. Inexplicable crazy anger burned in his heart, and he shouted. "Heretic! Traitor!"
Then he cried and said something. "Brothers!"
Then he picked up his chain sword and slashed at the nearest orc, as if he were in a no-man's land, with blood covering his armor, as if to turn his powered armor into bright red again.
Even those in the distance, as long as they could see the Astra Militarum or civilians who could see the scene, saluted in unison and crossed their arms on their chests. (End of chapter)