Chapter 66: Apostate. Red Angel Veengar
On the bridge, the Blackheart King held the neck of his loyal servant, and the powerful power of the power claw buzzed amidst the roar of the servo, completely destroying the Runesmith's throat until his voice generator burst out again.
When Huron let go of his hand, the Runesmith knelt on the ground. His powerful body prevented him from dying, but he could not escape the consequences. Even for the traitor Astartes' superhuman body, the loss caused by being directly captured by the power claws was still Intolerable.
The Runesmith fell into a long silence again. The other battle brothers also knew that this was the mercy of their master. For other Chaos Lords, just letting the target escape and the flagship was almost damaged was enough to be blessed with death.
The Black Heart King's heavy footsteps thundered on the bridge. He was in a bad mood because now he could only choose a ground war, but he knew very well that the combat characteristics of the Astra Militarum would drag the war into an endless and terrible war of attrition.
Whether his troops were out of supplies or the pursuit of the Ultramarines made him exhausted, with such a rich world in front of him and a mechanical sage, he was no longer fat.
The Black Heart King waved his huge arms and commanded. "Seal the orbit and pay attention to the messages from the astropaths. If they use astropaths, use psychic energy to interfere with the transmission immediately and delay it for the longest time!"
"At the same time, be prepared to enter the subspace at any time. We cannot let the dogs of the Empire discover our existence."
The entire ship responded instantly. There is no doubt that in the most urgent state, the powerful Red Corsairs still have the command ability as a Chapter of the Astartes. They are not like their Chaos brothers, disorderly and only satisfying themselves. Desire to live, but enemies like them are definitely more terrifying.
When the order was given, the commander of the ground forces uttered the thick voice unique to the Space Marines and loyally reported to his master. He wore bright red armor and knelt on one knee.
"There are still two hundred battle brothers and thousands of mortal servants, all of whom can make orbital landings, my lord." His name is Vengar, a former member of the Red Angel Chapter.
He was tall and dark, and although somewhat scarred, he had not yet lost his noble face to mutation or battle damage.
His armor is originally blood red, as he was once a member of the Crimson Angels, one of the countless spawn of Sanguinius, but he was expelled from the Chapter for insisting that the blood thirst that plagued them was actually the Touch of Chaos. .
The batwing blood droplets on his pauldrons have now been replaced by the clenched claws of the Red Corsair, and gruesome trophies hang from his armor.
The Lord of the Red Pirates was indifferent. He looked at the dark green planet displayed on the screen of the flagship bridge, and the greed and hunger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.
His fingers moved across the space on the screen and found a place that contained both minerals and mortals. It was the newest mining area established in this world within a year, Dirk.34576D area.
This is a unique canyon area, and it is also a rare dry place on this dark green gemstone. There is rich promethium material under the exposed rocks, which can provide energy to weapons as quickly as possible.
Weingar said calmly. "My lord, I do not recommend this location. Landing here is equivalent to actively putting the war situation into a tug-of-war."
"My lord, we should occupy it as soon as possible..." His finger slid across the screen, and the power armor rubbed against the screen, stopping at...
The place where One Eye once occupied, the ruins, the current city, the small camp...
Do heroes think alike?
The Black Heart King held his power claw and thought for a long time. "Do it, my brother."
"Yes, my lord." The former red angel replied.
And no one on the ground knew about all this, until the airdrop pods that broke through the atmosphere landed at a speed that mortals could not react, like stars falling on the world.
The breakthrough speed is too fast for ordinary people to endure. Even if they land directly in Karu City, it will be no problem. The Astartes airdrop is designed to break through the anti-orbital firepower at any time, not to mention that the place where they landed has not yet been completed. Established defense forces.
When the traitors landed in the area that was still being rebuilt and smashed a reinforced concrete structure, the thrusters of the airborne pod were ejected to alleviate the impact, and the pungent smell of promethium covered the area. With a precise airborne strike, the huge Aspen Tate smashed the command room here with an airdrop vehicle. Rows of Astra Militarum troops deployed here died instantly. The PDF on the wall had not yet reacted. It only took time to divert the bombs before they were airdropped. The giant who stepped out of the warehouse was obliterated with explosive bombs.
Bang bang bang, the bottom roared like a beast, the traitor's bomb penetrated the flesh and blood, and turned into a muffled sound of explosion, the sound of flesh and blood swelling...
With bright red armor, tumbling blood and terrifying screams, the Astartes were so different from mortals. The power of the demigods was swayed on the bodies of their compatriots, and they were wiped out in an instant.
When the PDFs noticed that they were shouting and turning their guns to fire, but the beams and explosive shells were completely unable to penetrate the armor of the Astartes. Veengar used superhuman reflexes to dodge the oncoming fire, even if it was an explosion. Playing is also very slow for an Astartes!
"Right side, clean up."
Weengar issued the order, and the two airdrop silos exploded with explosive bombs for eight battle brothers. In just two seconds, all the mortals on the right side were cleared. Then they turned around and hid in the ruins of the airdrop and the command room. In just three minutes, the entire The civilians of the camp, PDF, and the Astra Militarum were all killed, eight of them, and thousands of soldiers were massacred.
In order to maintain the productivity here, they did not even use weapons of mass destruction, only explosive bombs and chain swords. When the Red Angel held a mortal heart and watched it beat, several more transport ships fell from the sky.
Countless mortal servants disembarked from the dark ship. Fearing the orbital power, they had no choice but to let the traitorous Space Marines clean up and then disembark, which made them feel humiliated.
A noble-looking man stepped off the transport ship.
The man was wearing the uniform that once belonged to the Mordian Iron Guard, but now the double-headed eagle insignia and epaulettes had been torn off and replaced with the bones of loyalists.
"My Lord triumphs, please use it." He took out the highly concentrated protein block and a small amount of alloy used by the Astartes from his tactical belt. Such food can allow these supermen to maintain better physical fitness, and for the servants For people, it is an honor to hand such a thing to one's master.
The once honorable Mordian Iron Guard is now a groveling dog. Well-trained and accurate in weapons, he has learned how to grovel in front of the destructive power of Chaos, which is extremely ridiculous.
The Red Angel took the food, chewed the food with an unbearable sound, swallowed it, and waited for his modified organs to turn it into energy.
"Very good, now start constructing regional defense forces. Then, mortal troops, prepare to cross the forest. I request to attack the enemy's capital in 42 hours."
After finishing speaking, countless airdrop pods descended from the sky, cutting through the air and smashing into deep pits. The metal of the airdrop pods would be made into various indestructible defense equipment. The Red Angel had already had a chat with the Ghost of Destruction. , he would finish off the mortals here within five minutes, and now he did what he said, even taking only three minutes.
Blood, molten iron, the unpleasant smell of promethium, and the terrible minced meat on the ground constitute the symphony of this camp. The place once occupied by the greenskins now welcomes its new owners, the traitors.
At the same time, uneasiness and fearful emotions arose among the civilians in Karu City. The Astra Militarum discussed what was happening in the sky. Only half of the huge Moon-class cruiser remained, parked in orbit waiting for maintenance.
Because the Astra Militarum suddenly accumulated a large amount of food, famine became more serious in this world. In the temporary command room of the Ecclesiastical Church, this old place had a different group of people.
Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, Planetary Governor John Dehn, staff officers, Captain of the Bordero, Mechanical Magus, and dozens of lieutenants.
Mr. John, the planetary governor, looked at the rainforest outside the window and was worried, while Alan Bair was thanking him for his help. In fact, he now gave supplies that completely exceeded the 11 tax.
"John, you don't actually need to..."
John answered. "If I don't provide supplies, the world will only be destroyed faster. Although it is enough now, once the war becomes fierce, the danger of supply disruption will be great."
"We can't bet on this city falling again. We must keep those pirates out of the city no matter what."
The captain was depressed. If his warship could still fight, the current situation would certainly not be so bad.
But the data craftsman asked directly without apology. "When can exploration of Dark Age technology begin?"
The captain clenched his fists. He couldn't help but think that his sailors and warships were all dissipated for this thing, but the few noble dignity allowed him to hold back his desire, and there was no sun in his hometown. Having survived such an environment, he naturally has his own understanding of patience.
Alan Bayer didn't want this over-reformed bastard to waste his time. "Under the sacred stairs, Lieutenant, you go with her."
He ordered the second lieutenant. This second lieutenant had just asked a stupid question to the staff officer some time ago. Now the soldiers in the regiment are calling him "greenskin" in private. Without public revenge, the Astra Militarum will be impure!
The second lieutenant who was named was obviously stunned. He was going to a dark basement with a mechanical sage and her dozens of intelligent servitors, and he had to monitor and even manage this thing that was stronger than him...
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It's a hard job, the lieutenant agreed with a grimace. "Yes, Lieutenant Colonel."
When the two left, Alan Bayer sighed. Although it was satisfying to avenge a private enemy, being favored by the red pirate was definitely not a good experience.
"The communications in this world are too poor. Every time we encounter the enemy, we will fall into a passive situation. There are hundreds of Astartes traitors looking at us."
"It really makes me feel like I can't sleep well..."
"How is the Astropath communication?"
Alan Bayer asked the lieutenant next to him, and the lieutenant replied. "My lord, I have sent a message to the Ministry of Military Affairs, but there has been no reply."
Alan Bair shook his head. Even if he answered, it would take two or three years for support to come, and the regular supply route would probably be blocked by the red pirates.
Now that the Moon-class cruiser has been destroyed, can we only drag them and wait for the imperial troops to pass by or the Ministry of Military Affairs to support them?
He clenched his fist and slammed it on the table. Faced with the hard-won peace and good days being taken away by those things time and time again, his patience and few good moods also disappeared.
"Staff officer, write a few more reports and let the astropaths deliver them."
The staff officer nodded. "But I think this is not very effective. Although normally it takes 20-30 submissions before there will be an official reply, the enemy obviously knows the empire very well at this moment."
"I think we should start by arranging patrols. Remember the gift Lieutenant Colonel Avada left for us?"
Alan Bair rubbed his chin and thought of the mixed-blood Catachan that the lieutenant colonel had cultivated before. In fact, the blood of Catachan is not DNA, but their attitude towards life, so this group of soldiers is called "mixed-blood" .
"Gifts, those soldiers? I promised them that they can retire and return home. They are no longer members of the Astra Militarum. The psychological problems left by the war are too big for them. I see them unable to live outside the sewers and forests. Sleeping peacefully, my heart is really painful.”
"And I can't go back on my word and let them return to that terrible battlefield."
The staff officer replied. "This is what they live for. They know your good intentions, but now they have returned to the battlefield. I approved it"
"Remember, you can never be timid because of morality, Lieutenant Colonel. Extraordinary measures are sometimes used."
Alan Bayer didn't answer, he just looked at the sky to see if those damn red pirates were still in the orbit of his world...
The war will never stop, just like the sea breeze blowing again and again, but it is not comfortable and is even full of death.
In the boundless killing forest, a group of people returned here with the permission of the staff. The teachings of Avada and the life of Katachan were absorbed into the blood vessels of this group of people, probably because their birthplace was also a forest, and they had a deep understanding of Katachan. Chang accepted things quickly.
They couldn't understand why the heroic Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair regarded their lives as a psychological problem, but when this group of bronze-skinned muscular men returned to the forest, they felt at ease.
The men of silent, quiet and terrifying slaughter inherited the bravery and will of Catachan soldiers before them and now carried out their execution on their homeland.
They spoke in sign language with a level of expertise that would have amazed even a real Catachan.
When his captain saw a red shadow in the forest, he used the same mechanical structure used by Catachan warriors before, a small device that sounded like an insect to deliver the information.
Their tacit understanding is terrifying. Compared to the cheetah-like style of the Catachans, this group of hybrids is more like hyenas.
Soon they found their prey. Was it a Space Marine? Is that an Astartes?
But even so, they were not necessarily afraid. This Chaos traitor was obviously alone for some reason. The blood in their hearts was beating and adrenaline was rising, especially when they thought that they would kill a bastard beast traitor.
Compared to aliens, these things are even more despicable!
The melta exploded, and several people appeared from the forest in an instant. The Space Marines reacted extremely quickly and avoided the melta spray, but their beam carbine hit the monitor at the eye position and was unable to hit the enemy.
He was quickly tackled, Superman's size making it difficult for him to fall, his chainsword roaring, but the Catachan dagger was faster than his sword.
Superman felt his joints sting and his blood drain, and he shouted in his mutated voice.
"Die, mortal!" But there was no way to save him. When Superman's body stopped moving, dozens of forest warriors dragged his body and prepared to go back to report. It turns out that the seeds left by Lieutenant Colonel Avada have taken root and sprouted, and this group of people has not stopped training for a year. Now, this group of hyena and cheetah hybrids can even kill demigods!
(End of chapter)