Chapter 69 You will shake the world, one day
The Red Angel could hardly forget the expressions on those mortals looking at him now. It was not the expressions of admiration, fear, or the usual expressions he had seen before, but anger, resentment, and resistance.
The eyes of the Catachans stared like hyenas, and he understood now why his terrible brothers died from their attacks, mortal attacks.
Weingar's solicitation was sincere. He naturally worshiped his master and the Black-Hearted King's temperament. No matter who he was, he would bow to his orders. He also wanted to do the same, so that others would obey him from the bottom of their hearts.
But he is a person who left his own war group due to conflicts. Weengar's character problems are obvious. He does not trust others, is arrogant, stupid, and thirsts for blood. Even his brothers who truly share the same roots with him and use the same genetic seeds cannot tolerate it. Him, let alone the proud Rebel Space Marines, or the Catachans?
The anger in Veengar's nerves was aroused, and Catachan's eyes penetrated his head like needlework, stimulating his already sensitive heart.
Afraid of him? Why do you look at him like this? He is the Red Angel, he is Vengar, he is the Ghost of Destruction, the second lieutenant of the Red Pirates, he is the one who will shake the world, he is the tombstone of the empire, not... a pitiful one who can only be mixed with mortals. waste!
Sometimes the sensitive perception of the Astartes can become a weakness. For example, without the guidance of countless veterans of the order and the loyal doctrine of the chapter, or a strong enough will, it is actually difficult to understand clearly the strength and weakness.
At least at this moment, the Red Pirate Ensign, former Red Angel, and Brother Astartes, who is wearing battle armor and holding a bomb chain saw, is better than this group of mortals who have lost their loved ones and are helpless, sleeping in the rainforest, with mortal bodies. Mortals need to be "weak".
The hesitation was only a moment, and the sizzling sound of the melt erupting in Captain Catachan's hand was still the terrifying flash. Even the naked eyes of the Space Marines would lose consciousness when they witnessed it from such a distance.
I saw the star-like light explode, and after a moment, countless seas of trees turned into coke and ashes, and where was the target?
That scary giant? The captain didn't want to kill him, not because he wasn't hostile, but because he knew what he was capable of. In just an instant, the red angel used his superhuman reflexes to dodge the fatal attack.
He was a little surprised. When a mortal saw him like this, his first reaction was not to be afraid, but to shoot. Why?
"What are you doing, what are you doing, because of your God-Emperor? That thing sitting on Terra ignoring the deaths of hundreds of billions of people?"
Captain Catachan didn't know, and he didn't need to answer. Everything he was doing now was to convey the goals of this group of traitors. In just a few seconds, the three Catachan sergeants were already running deep into the forest as fast as they could.
Others knew very well that they could not defeat or kill this beast, but they hoped that like the people born on the planet Catachan, they could naturally draw their weapons against the Catachan demon the size of a vehicle.
Since the melt couldn't hit, he used the beam carbine. The whizzing sound and burning marks were left on the armor on the angel's chest. Weingar didn't understand why they dared to shoot him when they were like this.
What are they insisting on? None of the mortals under him or the mortals he has seen before probably have such a will. It is that he has fought side by side with Catachan, but he has never understood those people. He only knows that they are elusive and difficult to kill. .
As a soldier, he couldn't understand it, but now he is a commander. In this coveted position, he saw the bravery and loyalty of those Catachans and qualities that his soldiers did not have. Even his battle brothers Unavailable qualities…
Weengar's mood was so bad that he couldn't describe the feeling of disappointment. He could only express his disappointment on the enemy, using chainswords, bolters, and those who had experienced many battles. Technology…
Scarlet was once again scattered in the dark forest, as if the purple paint had been scattered all over the place. Those "loyal" mortal servants arrived belatedly. They may have been observing the situation. Veengar was alone from the beginning.
Those servants knelt on one knee, loyally wiping the marks on Veengar's chest made by the Catachan blade, or the pits made by the heat, but no one felt that they should fight on Veengar's behalf.
This is the former Red Angel, now without any relatives, and he only hopes to hear one sentence spontaneously from his servant's mouth, that one sentence from the heart. Even the Astartes need recognition from others to shape them. Strengthen the defense in your own heart.
Veengar asked his servant out of nowhere. "Do you think I will shake the world and make everything crawl?"
His words were gentle, without much emotion, and even a little cowardly, but the answer he received was not approval or affirmation, but fear and avoidance.
"It's...my lord...my master, you will definitely..."
Weengar was silent. He waved his iron fist, smashed the head of the kneeling thing to pieces, and then roared. "Keep marching!"
In the distance, the escaped Catachans were as agile as a hurricane in the forest but as quiet as wild cats. When they returned to the camp, holding high the imperial standard flag in their tactical belts, Alan Bair emerged from the command room. Come out in a hurry.
The Catachans, he was immediately distraught because they were not in the right number, and Alan Bair prayed to the God-Emperor that he had promised to take care of them and not let them die.
"Sergeant, how are your comrades?"
This sentence made the Catachans slightly stunned. They never thought that their commander would say this first.
"They... are delaying the footsteps of the Traitor Space Marines. The enemy is advancing..., about five hundred people, ordinary humans, one Astartes, richly equipped, but no heavy equipment, in the direction of..."
Sergeant Catachan was breathing unsteadily, but reported calmly, as if the death of his comrades was deserved. Only Alan Bair's emotions were complicated, and the feeling of death and war entangled him came back to his head.
He wasn't a good soldier, never had been, and he patted the Catachans on the shoulder. "Go back and rest, return to Karu City, sergeant."
The Catachans immediately slapped his arms away. "I refuse, sir, we cannot escape, we are not deserters, we are not your toys."
"I understand that you are great, I understand that you are a good person, and I understand that the Emperor's light will always shine on us, but sacrifice is inevitable. This is a battlefield."
"Sir, what are you hesitating about?"
"With your clever plan and your loyal life, you can defeat terrible things like the one-eyed orc, but what are you hesitating about now?"
"Let me see you again, the one who shot and defeated the orcs' plan that day, because I know you can shake the world!"
The Catachans said in unison. "Because we believe in you, you can shake the world."
Alan Bayer pursed his lips. He didn't like this word. He would not be a great person, but everyone trusted himself so much.
he said to Catachan. "I want you to live and find the meaning of your life, like you, him, or the guy digging the trenches."
"Life does not exist for sacrifice, sir. Although becoming a martyr is great and honorable, living requires greater responsibility and sacrifice."
"Death is easy, I need you, Sergeant, at least stay on the front line, raise the gun for me, for the Emperor, for the Empire."
The Catachans didn't speak, just saluted, and then walked toward the trenches... just as Alan Bair asked.
Destiny is like this. Some things are regarded as pleasant by some, while others regard them as loess. Weengar is arrogant and powerful, and can live for a thousand years, but he cannot see why there is no respect. Alan Bair is humble and has a mortal body. If he doesn't have the means to extend his life, he will have to leave in the next hundred years, but he is like a lumen tower, shining on his subordinates.
On the bridge of the Ghost of Destruction, the Black-Hearted King watched everything. He may or may not know clearly, but he knew very well that he and the commander of this world were the same kind of people. If he could join his great cause, the empire would inevitably destroy.
But he also knew very well that making a strong-willed person collapse was even more difficult than destroying several worlds. He looked at the dark green planet on the bridge like a god, shook the wine glass in his hand, and drank. Bright red wine.
Then he let go of the wine glass in his hand, and the dried bright red liquid fell downwards and swayed in the artificial gravity. The glass shattered and turned into countless fragments, just like the lines of this dark green orb on the track, which was her continent. .
The crackling sound gradually turned into the roar of guns, roars, and war cries. At this moment, Alan Bayer was in the command room using a nearby radio to direct the battle situation. The traitors had already attacked.
"The first company, the first platoon, uses explosive shells to suppress the enemy. The second platoon, be ready to replace the ammunition with grenades and individual weapons to make up for the firepower vacuum when the ammunition is cleared and replaced."
The enemy is a mixture of thousands of mortals and hundreds of space warriors that constantly appear in the forest. Catachan's warnings are effective, but it is still too difficult to face those things. Human troops lacking heavy firepower cannot destroy the traitors. Armor made of ceramite.
The heavy explosive bomb left holes in it, but it only made it impossible to accurately shoot the soldiers in the trenches. This inaccuracy refers to the "inaccuracy" of only 5 headshots out of 8 rounds.
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If the terrifying 75-caliber thing hits the mortal body of the Astra Militarum, half of the body will be torn apart instantly, and the death will be tragic, enough to destroy anyone's morale.
It is hard to imagine how mortals should resist when those giants are their enemies.
And now there are two hundred Space Marines, two hundred!
A magazine, a standard explosive magazine is 25 rounds, and the number of bombs it carries can destroy 20 people in half a minute while withstanding heavy firepower. With such power, 200 times 20, that is In the blink of an eye, four thousand Imperial Guardsmen would die!
And that's with bunkers, suppressing fire, and the traitor's mortal servants waiting for their chance.
Today's Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment plus PDF totals 60,000 people, and there are 30,000 people on this defense line!
It takes about half a minute for the traitors to empty their magazines. It only takes about seven times to change the ammunition, and 30,000 people will be slaughtered. This is the crushing of ordinary people by the Space Marines, and it is also the most terrifying situation at present, not to mention that in Morale will collapse faster before you die.
When the heavy explosive bomb changed ammunition, the second row of soldiers raised their heads from the trench, with the grenade nestled in their hands, but they were shot in the head by the explosive bomb just a moment later.
Those terrible things in human skin can no longer be called angels, they are probably demons themselves.
Dozens of Astra Militarum die every moment, this is the Space Marines, this is the weakness of mortals, this is death.
And what are the heroes waiting for, what are Alan Bayer waiting for, and what are the staff waiting for?
It's landmines, those special things. They are not ordinary explosives, but...
A horrific mix of Dark Age weapon ammunition, deflagration weapons ammunition, nano-munitions, those that can break through a Space Marine's shell...
They are the most stable thing on the battle line. Even if a tank steps on them, they will be destroyed instantly. This is what the senior officials of each company expect.
The Imperial Guard became the bait for those bloodthirsty things. Before the traitors set foot in Karu City, they must be hungry and want to fight, so tens of thousands of soldiers are the best targets.
They were blindly arrogant, just as Alan Bair expected. When the Space Marines poured out firepower and replaced their ammunition, the large companies were immediately ordered to do so.
"Retreating to the second-line trenches, we lost about 3,000 brothers. With the Emperor's blessing, the losses are already lower than we expected. All major companies, retreat quickly!"
The Astra Militarum troops left in an orderly manner from the tunnel in the trench, taking away all valuable things, and retreated a full five to six hundred meters to the second line.
The Chaos Traitors had not yet "fed their fill", and they had enjoyed so much flesh and blood with just one blast of fire. Naturally, the Space Marines had no way to retreat from their murderous intent.
They enjoy the horrors of mortals, no doubt about it...
After the massacre just now, they did not believe that any mortal individual weapon could break through their armor, but Veengar was not a brainless guy, and he immediately gave the order.
"The captain issued a battle order to all brothers, stay where you are, do not move, and let the mortal servant army move forward to test."
"Stand where you are, battle brothers."
At this moment, several space warriors stretched out their hands to turn off their communicators. They would not let that annoying relationship user order them. His face had not yet mutated. I am afraid he was the Huron master's a**, something for fun. After all, mortal women My body can't stand them!
Several Chaos traitors also formed a group and chatted. "My lord, the Black-Hearted King, will definitely take care of that boy at night. Look at his unmutated cheeks, which look like a woman's."
"Oh, that blond hair, he doesn't want to shave it off. He looks a lot like his original father, doesn't he?"
"Ah, Horus must have enjoyed that angel's... hahaha~"
They spoke and spewed filthy words, they desired mortal fear, flesh and blood, rather than command and foolishness to lose a chance of fighting.
Due to the actions of individual assassins, Weingar saw his communication channels closed one by one...
"Those bastards...Those things that don't obey orders..."
He was so angry that he almost shot one of his brothers and almost did the stupidest thing. Fortunately, his sudden triggering of blood thirst stopped his stupidity.
After drinking the bright red liquid, Veengar raised his head weakly. He looked helplessly at the brothers moving forward, and then...a huge flash of light rose, and the revenge of thousands of Astra Militarum martyrs came...
The terrifying power even rose up to the planet's orbit and the crimson light was clearly visible to the Black Heart King. He showed a strange smile, as if those dead Space Marines were not his heirs.
Because he knows that this tragedy will bring him the most powerful warrior, the most powerful commander, and he will get a real right-hand man... I just realized that I got the names of Veengar and Artex wrong. Valtex didn't appear after Chapter 2, sorry!
(End of chapter)